《The Divorced Wife of the Richest Man is Reborn》


 Chapter 1

    July 1988, Jinyang County, Chen Family Vige.


    As the sun set, cattle and sheep returned to their pens, and those who had been working in the fields were heading home for the evening. Chen Men was carrying a half-basket of millet with her daughter Zhaodi, nning to make millet cakes for her when they got home.


    Zhaodi had spent half the day chasing butterflies in the millet field. Though she hadn''t caught any, she was covered in millet fluff, and her cheeks glowed as red as little apples in the sunset.


    On their way home, the mother and daughter encountered several men on bicycles and motorcycles. Some were middle-aged, others young men. They all found excuses to greet Chen Men as they passed.


    Chen Men didn''t shy away. She stopped and chatted pleasantly with everyone, introducing Zhaodi and teaching her to address them as uncles or older brothers. The pair were unfailingly polite.


    Chen Men''s faded dacron shirt entuated her figure. Though she had a five-year-old daughter, her slender and shapely form was even more alluring than that of unmarried girls in theirte teens.


    The men were courteous when greeting Chen Men, but once she passed, they red at each other, their expressions turning sour. One deliberately revved his motorcycle, blowing exhaust in another''s face. The other spat on the ground near the first man''s feet. They nearly came to blows.


    Some of the vige women watched this scene unfold, realizing the men were jealous over Chen Men. They exchanged nces and shook their heads.


    "Men just got divorced and came back from the city a few months ago. I hear she''s getting married again?"


    "Her sister-inw arranged it, right? I''ve heard the man already has two children. I wonder what Men is thinking."


    "Her ex-husband divorced her because she couldn''t have a son. Her brother and sister-inw are just trying to help her, aren''t they?"


    "Poor woman. Being a stepmother is hard, especially when Men has her own child too."


    "Such a pity..."


    Back home, her brother''s family hadn''t returned yet. Chen Men first prepared a winnowing basket to clean the millet, intending to make dinner for the whole family.


    The golden millet, still in its husks, filled the basket. After winnowing away the chaff, she put it on the millstone to grind. Once coarse, twice fine, after three rounds, the millet was ground into a soft, fine flour.


    She sifted out the remaining husks with a fine sieve. The setting sun shone into the kitchen as the millet flour fell like gold dust onto the kneading board. As she mixed it with hot water, a fresh fragrance filled the air.


    Zhaodi, sweaty from y, sat on the doorstep sipping arge bowl of water and cooling herself. She spotted her second cousin Yinbao from her maternal uncle''s family, wolfing down arge white steamed bun.


    White flour buns weren''t rare these days; every family could afford them. What was special was the spicy strip inside, soaked in chili oil and sprinkled with five-spice powder, cumin, and sesame seeds. Spicy, numbing, with a hint of sweetness - these vor-packed strips were truly a heavenly delicacy.


    Zhaodi couldn''t help but swallow.


    Yinbao deliberately walked past her, sneering, "Little Zhaodi, your mom can only have girls, that''s why your dad doesn''t want you anymore, hehe."


    "You''re talking nonsense! My parents had an amicable divorce," Zhaodi stood up, hands on her hips, speaking fiercely.


    Yinbao continuedughing: "Amicable my foot! Your dad is now a famous coal boss in Xiping City. He wants a son, but your mom can only have girls. That''s why they divorced. Now your uncle wants to marry your mom off to some soldier who already has two sons. They''ll beat you to death."


    Zhaodi sprang up angrily and sshed her bowl of water at him. "You''re lying! My mom isn''t just good for having girls, and she''s not marrying anyone else!"


    Drenched like a drowned rat, Yinbao burst into tears.


    Chen''s Second Sister-inw lived next door. Hearing the cry, she rushed out, grabbed Yinbao, and started pushing Zhaodi: "What''s wrong with this girl? Causing trouble at her uncle''s house, hitting people?"


    Chen Men had just put the millet cakes in the steamer when she ran out. Seeing her sister-inw pushing Zhaodi, she shoved her back: "Sister, why are you getting involved in children''s fights?"


    Yinbao was his mother''s only precious child, the apple of her eye. She blew on her son''s face and shrieked louder than a crow: "Men, look what your Zhaodi did to Yinbao! You married out of the family, but now you''re back with such an attitude. No wonder the nouveau riche divorced you!"


    "Even if the nouveau riche divorced me, he wouldn''t marry you. What are you so worked up about?" Chen Men retorted, mming the courtyard gate shut.


    Locked outside, Chen''s Second Sister-inw sneered, "Men''s got quite the temper now. Is that any way to talk?"


    Some onlookers couldn''t bear it anymore. One said, "Men just got divorced and has only been back home for a few months. As her sister-inw, you shouldn''t be rubbing salt in her wounds. Couldn''t you say a bit less?"


    Seeing everyone taking Men''s side, Chen''s Second Sister-inw shut her mouth, gave Yinbao a couple of swats, and went home.


    Chen Men poured another bowl of water, quickly cooling it by pouring it between two bowls, and handed it to Zhaodi.


    Under her mother''s gaze, the little girl drained the bowl in one go.


    "Mom, did Dad really leave us because you can only have girls?" Zhaodi looked up, blinking her big eyes.


    Chen Men pinched her little cheek. "Of course not. We just grew apart and decided to separate amicably."


    "Are you really going to marry someone else?" Zhaodi hesitated before asking again.


    This was the child''s biggest concern. The sunset glow on her flushed little face showed she was on the verge of tears.


    Chen Men gently pinched her daughter''s upturned nose, still smiling warmly: "Nothing''s decided yet. Besides, wherever I go, I''ll take you with me, okay?"


    Zhaodi held her bowl and let out a long sigh of relief: "Okay."


    Chen Men''s ex-husband came from a wealthyndowning family before the revolution - the kind that nearly got executed duringnd reform. But with the philosophy that trees die if transnted while humans thrive by adapting, he was among the first to start a private business when economic reforms began. He leased several coal mines and transformed himself into one of the top coal barons in Xiping City - a true nouveau riche.


    The saying that men change when they get rich couldn''t be more true.


    After the nouveau riche got money, he visited dance halls a few times, drank some alcohol, danced with women in his arms, and his whole personality changed. When he drank, he wouldin that Zhaodi was a girl and embarrassed him.


    He also griped that Chen Men''s clothes and manners were too rustic and didn''t match his wealth.


    Shockingly, he even kicked Zhaodi twice when drunk recently.


    Though she was a rural woman, Chen Men had always understood one principle: domestic violence happens either never or countless times.


    She had always been a quiet, gentle woman, but when her daughter was beaten, she surprisingly fought fiercely with the nouveau riche. She went home to seek help from her brother and sister-inw, swiftly divorced the nouveau riche, and moved back to her maiden home.


    ...


    The y stove burned with wheat straw, the mes leaping high. After adding just a few handfuls of fuel, steam rose from the pot as the millet cakes cooked.


    Zhaodi followed her busy mother like a little tail, pleading, "Mom, please don''t marry again. Can we move out of uncle''s house and live by ourselves?"


    Although Zhaodi couldn''t prevent her parents'' divorce, she didn''t want her mother to remarry.


    She had heard from Yinbao that the man was a former soldier with two sons who were very fierce and liked to hit people.


    Chen Men lifted the steamer lid. The golden millet cakes were done, round and plump, nestled on the white cloth lining the steamer. When picked up, they left golden threads trailing behind.


    She gently blew on a cake to cool it and handed it to Zhaodi, finding her a small stool to sit on while eating. Chen Men was so hungry her stomach ached, but she took a big bite despite the heat: "Children shouldn''t worry about adult matters. If I were Zhaodi, I''d just focus on eating until my belly was nice and round, so I could beat all the boys in the future. How''s that sound?"


    Zhaodi tilted her head, considering seriously, then took a big bite of her millet cake: "Okay!"


    She wanted to defeat Yinbao, defeat the man who wanted to marry her mother and his two boys.


    She also wanted to show her father who had abandoned her that even though she was a girl, she was no worse than a boy.


    Eat - Zhaodi was determined to stuff herself until her belly was nice and round.


    ...


    Chen Men never imagined she would be reborn.


    A moment ago, she was still living in arge, empty vi with only herself, doing housework when she identally bumped her head. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself reborn 30 years in the past.


    It was after her divorce from the nouveau riche, on the way back to her parents'' home. Two buses had a minor collision, and her head hit the window. She was reborn.


    The future career woman who would always be busy outside, rarely seen throughout the year, and speechless when they did meet, Zhaodi, was still a soft, cute, and obedient little girl, curled up in her arms, sitting quietly.


    In her previous life, Chen Men didn''t have very clear memories of this period.


    After all, her belief at the time was to get back up where she fell, remarry quickly, strive hard in life, and then put this unpleasant experience behind her.


    But after being reborn, she realized that she seemed to have gone through a very difficult time during this period, and Zhaodi had an even harder time.


    There''s always gossip at a widow''s door, and even more so at the door of a newly divorced woman.


    Someone had spread rumors, saying she was sent back to her parents'' home by the nouveau riche because she could only give birth to girls and not boys.


    In the entire history of the Hua country, no era valued a woman''s social worth solely on her ability to bear sons like the 80s and 90s did.


    Because of the one-child policy, and because if you had more children than allowed, you had to pay a fine to register them, a woman who couldn''t bear sons had almost no value in marriage.


    With this curse hanging over her, even the fact that her ex-husband abandoned her immediately after getting rich from coal trading was overshadowed. No one even cursed the nouveau riche for being heartless.


    Of course, Chen Men knew exactly who had spread these rumors.


    Her neighbor and distant rtive, Chen Dejun, who had gone to help negotiate her divorce, was punched twice by thugs hired by the nouveau riche, injuring his kidney. He had been bedridden recently.


    While her own elder brother and sister-inw cherished her like the apple of their eye and were nning her future path, Chen''s Second Sister-inw next door was cursing and swearing all day, wishing that she and her daughter would quickly leave Chen Family Vige and be out of her sight for good.


    Naturally, the rumor that she could only give birth to girls and not boys was also spread by Chen''s Second Sister-inw.

 Chapter 2

    The Chen Brothers were cousins living in adjacent courtyards, close enough to hear each other''s coughs.


    The vigers saw Chen''s Second Sister-inw constantly berating and cursing in the neighboring yard, often openly saying things like "a woman who can''t bear sons is worse than a hen that can''ty eggs." They all felt the second sister-inw was too harsh and Men was pitiful.


    It was the 1990s, and a divorced woman could live independently. After all, her wealthy ex-husband would surely give Chen Men some money in the divorce settlement, right? She could use that money to move out of the vige, rent a ce somewhere else, and live on her own. Why endure the second sister-inw''s constant scolding?


    But Chen Men remained silent. After a few days, news spread that her Elder Sister-inw had introduced her to a potential match, and she was about to go on a blind date.


    The prospective groom was a man with two sons. She already had her own child as a single parent, and marrying him would mean bing a stepmother. It seemed like jumping from the frying pan into the fire. Was she not thinking clearly?


    Toplicate matters, the man was distantly rted to the Elder Sister-inw, a former inw.


    He was the ex-husband of Zhou Qiaofang''s sister, Zhou Xueqin.


    This gave the vigers even more to gossip about: "Zhou Xueqin is divorced from her ex-husband, right? Is Zhou Qiaofang trying to set up her former brother-inw with her sister-inw? Could it be that she wants Men to raise her nephew and be a stepmother to him?"


    "Yes, I remember Zhou Qiaofang mentioning that her sister used to argue a lot with that man. Well, her sister has escaped that misery, but what about our Men? Is she just a recement?"


    "They''re all rtives. How awkward will family gatherings be?"


    After being beaten by the wealthy ex-husband, the Second Brother had been bedridden. Though the second sister-inw had a sharp tongue, she knew nothing about farm work.


    It was the busy July harvest season. Chen''s elder brother and sister-inw were working hard to harvest crops for both families. Hearing all the gossip, they returned from the fields, parched and exhausted, but still had to exin the situation.


    "My sister has a bad temper and always argued with Yan Zhao, but Men has a good nature. It takes two to fight, so what is there to argue about?" the Elder Sister-inw said.


    Seeing that people didn''t believe her, she continued loudly: "Yan Zhao is a military man, a regimental-level officer. He fought on the Laoshan front for three years with distinguished service. If it weren''t for therge-scale military downsizing, he could have be a division-level officer. Men marrying him is marrying up!"


    Yan Zhao was the man the Elder Sister-inw wanted to introduce to Men, the soldier who had fought on the Laoshan front.


    After the Elder Sister-inw''s hasty exnation, people started to believe her. However, the second sister-inw chimed in with a sarcasticment: "I think Men sees that Yan Zhao has two sons and is afraid she won''t be able to bear sons herself. She wants to raise his sons instead, to have someone to care for her in old age."


    The 1990s were approaching, and the vige had many high school and college students who had exined to their parents that chromosomes determine whether a child is male or female, X or Y.


    So instead of spreading rumors, vigers began advising Chen Men: "Men, having boys or girls isn''t just up to you. Don''t do anything foolish."


    "That''s right. Your wealthy ex must have given you money. Use that to settle yourself. Why consider such a drastic step, raising your own child and bing a stepmother to others?"


    Chen Men listened calmly to everyone''s advice, just smiling without saying anything.


    First of all, her ex-husband had started his own business, and Chen Men was just a housewife responsible for raising their child at home. So she had no idea how much money he had.


    Secondly, her ex-husband hadn''t given her any money during the divorce, not a single cent.


    This was because she had tied him to a chair when he was drunk and beaten him ck and blue.


    Originally, he wanted her to leave with nothing, but after her two brothers caused a scene and the vige officials mediated, he gave her arge courtyard house on the outskirts of Xiping City.


    The family had savings, and her ex-husband had plenty of money. Men wasn''t satisfied with the financial settlement, and her two brothers wanted to fight for more savings for her. But when the Second Brother went to the city to negotiate money matters, he was beaten up by men hired by the ex-husband.


    Concerned for her Second Brother''s health and fearing that further entanglement with her ex-husband might lead to more trouble for her brothers, Chen Men swallowed her anger and finalized the divorce.


    However, after the divorce, her ex-husband yed another trick on her. On the day of the divorce, he used his connections to have her household registration transferred back to her rural birthce.


    Although he had personally written her a "Homestead Transfer Agreement," her household registration had already been moved back to her rural origin. With just a paper agreement, she couldn''t register herself as the homeowner of that courtyard house and transfer her household registration there.


    Unless she could transfer her household registration to Xiping City.


    At present, there were only two ways to change from rural to urban registration: job transfer or marrying a city resident and transferring the household registration with the spouse.


    In her previous life, because she couldn''t transfer her household registration with her husband, Chen Men had given up that courtyard house.


    When the demolition project started in the 90s, housing was allocated based on household registration, and that house still belonged to her ex-husband.


    Chen Men had remarried a local man andpletely let go of the house.


    When she first came back after being reborn, thinking about how her second marriage in her previous life wasn''t happy, Chen Men didn''t want to remarry. Instead, she thought about going south to be a migrant worker and support herself.


    But she had a daughter, and in 1988, when the economy was just beginning to recover and job opportunities were scarce, with strict household registration controls in cities, it wasn''t easy to go south for work.


    The biggest problem was the child''s education. Rural children could only attend school in rural areas at that time. Even if you could afford the temporary schooling fees, city schools wouldn''t ept you.


    In her previous life, when she remarried, she had left Zhaodi behind once, though only for three months.


    But she never imagined that those three months would change the child''s personality and even affect her entire life.


    So in this life, she absolutely couldn''t leave Zhaodi behind again.


    After calming down and analyzing the situation, she felt that finding a job and getting rich could be put off. The house was more important. After all, that old courtyard could be demolished and turned into seven or eight apartments in the future. In an era of rapidly rising house prices, how many people could earn seven or eight apartments in a lifetime?


    So after being reborn, she still had to choose the path of remarriage.


    However, she wouldn''t choose the man who had made her unhappy for the second time in her previous life.


    The reason she chose Yan Zhao was because, in her previous life, he would be the Chief of Public Security in the Capital City, known for his integrity and strictness.


    Moreover, when he divorced Zhou Xueqin, he left with nothing, which proved he wasn''t a man who coveted others'' property.


    More importantly, he had a Xiping City household registration. As long as they got married, she could transfer her household registration back to Xiping City and naturally move back into her courtyard house.


    Mother and daughter each held a corn flour bun, eating with relish like two little rabbits. There was still half a pot left, which was for the Elder Sister-inw''s family.


    "Mmm..." Zhaodi remembered the spicy strips in steamed buns that Yinbao had eaten earlier and sighed softly.


    She had grown up in the city, and when Chen Men was in good financial condition, she often bought her snacks and treats. So the little girl was quite picky about food.


    The corn flour bun was nd, and just eating it in was difficult. Being made of coarse grain, it was hard to swallow. The child had to gasp for air after each bite.


    Seeing her mother also struggling to swallow the corn cake, the little girl couldn''t help saying, "Mama, if only we had some white sugar to dip it in, that would be so nice."


    But fearing her mother would feel troubled, she quickly added, "It''s okay, I can eat my fill like this too."


    Corn flour buns taste better with white sugar or honey.


    Chen Men yanked open the cupboard door, but it waspletely empty.


    Now thatnd reform had happened, farmers relied on their own small plots ofnd for food. Her elder brother''s family already had three children, and suddenly adding two more mouths to feed meant there wasn''t enough grain, let alone cooking oil or white sugar.


    Not to mention her elder brother often sighed in private, and although the Elder Sister-inw put on a brave face, at night when lying next to her husband, she couldn''t help but sigh too: there''s not enough food.


    "Let''s go buy some white sugar," Chen Men said.


    Before returning to her parents'' home, she had some savings and jewelry, but their house had been robbed. When she came back to her parents'' home, she only had about ten yuan left, which she had been saving in case the child got sick and needed urgent care.


    It''s just a bit of white sugar. They''d buy it and the whole family could enjoy sweet corn buns today.


    In the small shop at the vige entrance, with "Public-Private Partnership" written inrge characters, Chen Men weighed out a pound of white sugar in a jar. Zhaodi couldn''t wait and pressed her warm corn flour bun to the jar''s mouth, carefully scooping up every loose sugar grain scattered around the rim.


    The sweet white sugar, not a single grain could be wasted.


    The warm corn flour bun was at its peak vor. The white sugarplemented the fresh aroma of the corn flour, both sticky and chewy. The sugar crunched between her teeth, its sweetness mingling with saliva to lubricate the sticky, slightly astringent bun, making it dance in her mouth, both sweet and fragrant.


    This was the authentic taste a corn flour bun should have.


    Zhaodi savored this bite withplete satisfaction.


    Just then, Chen''s Second Sister-inw passed by carrying a roasted chicken. It seemed freshly cooked, with the skin''s oils still glistening. As she walked past, the aroma wafted behind her.


    Yinbao followed his mother, and as soon as she twisted off a leg, he eagerly took a big bite.


    "Zhaodi, look! We have roasted chicken to eat at home," Yinbao said, deliberately waving the oily chicken leg.


    Chen''s Second Sister-inw nced at the jar in Chen Men''s hand and eximed, "My, Men is being generous today. Your family is so poor, yet you can still afford to buy white sugar."


    "Second Sister-inw, did you buy this chicken to nourish my Second Brother?" Chen Men asked.


    Chen''s Second Sister-inw smiled, her voice rising, "Your Second Brother was injured because of you, his back broken by that nouveau riche. If I don''t care for him, who will? Shouldn''t I buy a chicken to help him recover?"


    "I think we should take Second Brother to the hospital. If he keeps lying like this, what if he really bes paralyzed?" Chen Men said sincerely.


    Chen''s Second Sister-inw constantlyined that the nouveau riche had broken her husband''s back, but when asked to go to the hospital, she stubbornly refused. She mmed the courtyard gate shut, saying, "Going to the hospital costs money. Where would we get the money? I can''t afford his medical bills!"


    Just across the wall, not long after Chen''s Second Sister-inw went in, Second Brother''s voice could be heard from next door.


    "Since we have roasted chicken, let''s invite Elder Brother''s family and Men over. We can all eat together," he said in a muffled voice.


    But after a long while, no more sounds came from next door.


    Zhaodi continued to savor her corn flour bun, carefully coating each bun in the steamer basket with white sugar. Those were set aside for her uncle''s family.


    The aroma of roasted chicken, carried by the gentle evening breeze, drifted over from next door. The child couldn''t help but sniff the air, then take another bite of her bun, eagerly listening for any movement next door. She really thought her Second Aunt would invite her over for chicken, so she kept waiting.


    But Chen Men, having lived through her previous life, knew that her Second Brother and his wife would never invite them over for chicken. Seeing her daughter''s pitiful, hungry expression, she smiled and asked, "Zhaodi, what do you think is the most delicious thing in the world?"


    Without hesitation, Zhaodi blurted out, "Spicy strips in a steamed bun and roasted chicken." Everything Yinbao had eaten today was what she craved and loved the most.


    "Mom thinks egg cake tastes even better. How about I buy you some egg cake another day?" Chen Men said.


    Egg cake?


    It was a delicacy made by mixing flour, oil, and eggs into a batter, adding plenty of white sugar, then pouring it into an iron mold and baking it over high heat on both sides. The result was a cake with a crispy exterior and a soft, fluffy interior.


    Zhaodi had tasted it when they lived in the city as a child, and it was indeed even more delicious than roasted chicken.


    Zhaodi''s face instantly lit up with hope for tomorrow, beaming like a flower: "Mom, yes, I want that!"


    Chen Men smiled too, but her eyes dimmed slightly as she hugged her daughter tightly. In her previous life, when she remarried, she initially left Zhaodi with her parents, fearing conflicts if she suddenly brought her into a household with other children.


    Before leaving, she had bought Zhaodi a pound of egg cake, telling her that she woulde back for her when the cakes were finished.


    Zhaodi didn''t eat a single piece. For three months, until Chen Men came to get her, all the egg cakes had dried out in their stic bag. The child carried them on her shoulder during the day and hugged them while sleeping at night.


    In the child''s words, during the days without her mother, the egg cakes were her mother''s scent. She couldn''t bear to eat them, afraid that once they were gone, her mother''s scent would disappear too.


    In this life, no matter what happened or where she went, Chen Men was determined never to leave her child behind again.

 Chapter 3

    The sun had set long ago, and the moon was already hanging on the tree branches. The steamed corn buns in the bamboo steamer had been reheated several times, but Elder Brother''s family still hadn''t returned.


    After all, Second Brother was lying on the kang bed after being beaten by the nouveau riche for standing up for her.


    Elder Brother and his wife had to harvest crops for both families - wheat, millet, sorghum, one after another. They would be busy for a full three months, and tonight they probably wouldn''t be back until the moon was high in the sky.


    Second Sister-in-Law had finally finished eating her chicken and was muttering non-stop next door.


    She said if it weren''t for Men''s bad temper, hitting the nouveau riche, he wouldn''t have divorced her, and Second Brother wouldn''t have been beaten. The nouveau riche was the richest man in Xiping City - what gave her, an uneducated country woman, the courage to hit him?


    Wasn''t it natural for men to hit women and children? The nouveau riche had only kicked the child while drunk, Zhaodi could have just endured it, why divorce over that?


    Elder Brother''s family was helping Second Sister-in-Law harvest crops in this scorching July. She didn''t have to sweat or work, which should be nice, but she wasn''t happy about it.


    After all, Elder Brother''s family had three children and was poor, they couldn''t even afford white flour. What if they secretly hid all the grain in their own home while harvesting?


    All of this was Men''s fault, wasn''t it?


    Besides, since the nouveau riche didn''t want her anymore, why not just marry a country man and be done with it?


    Marrying Elder Sister-inw''s sister''s ex-husband, wasn''t that absurd?


    How would they all face each other in the future?


    Fortunately, Elder Brother had a lot of authority at home. As soon as he cleared his throat heavily outside the courtyard, Second Sister-in-Law immediately shut her mouth.


    Elder Brother Chen Degong was a man nearly six feet tall, broad-shouldered and stout. He was a man of few words, but when it came to farm work, he was an expert in the fields.


    After tying the donkey back in its pen, he saw a basket of steaming yellow corn buns. He gestured for his children, whose eyes were zed over from exhaustion, to wash their hands and eat. He lit his pipe and took a deep drag. Only then did the fatigue from working from 3 am until night finally ease.


    Sitting down next to Chen Men, he took another puff from his pipe and sighed, "Men, although I can guarantee your sister-inw won''t harm you, there''s all kinds of talk in the vigetely. I really don''t want to rush you into marriage. Whether you marry Yan Zhao or not, that''s for you to decide. If you don''t want to marry him, I''ll refuse the marriage for you. You can stay at home as long as you want, or take your time to find someone better. What do you think?"


    Yan Zhao had been in the army for a long time.


    His family background wasn''t bad - they were city folk, and his father worked in Capital City.


    Initially, he and Zhou Xueqin were introduced by their work units and married after a blind date.


    After marriage, except for asional visits home once a year, he had always stayed in the army.


    Chen Degong used to call him brother-inw, but had only met him properly once. The man was extremely serious and hardly spoke.


    ording to Zhou Xueqin, he was like that at home too - a man of few words.


    However, Zhou Qiaofang always assured them that Yan Zhao was a good man, and if they couldn''t get along, it was entirely because of her sister''s bad temper.


    Although Chen Degong had reluctantly agreed to marry Men off to him for the sake of that courtyard house in the suburbs, he still felt uneasy about it.


    How good could a man be if Zhou Xueqin herself didn''t want him anymore?


    Men was beautiful, gentle, and had been obedient since childhood. She had already made one wrong marriage, and he really didn''t want her to make a second mistake.


    Although his wife was very enthusiastic about the match, Chen Degong made the big decisions in the family. If he didn''t want his sister to marry, Zhou Qiaofang wouldn''t dare say a word.


    "I''ll marry him. I''ve decided," Chen Men said decisively after listening to her brother.


    She fetched water from the well, took her brother''s sweaty shirt, threw her daughter''s and nephews'' clothes into the basin, and started scrubbing vigorously.


    What was the point of staying here and listening to Second Sister-in-Law''s constant nagging?


    Marrying Yan Zhao, returning to the city as soon as possible, and getting that courtyard house under her own name was the most important thing.


    Once the house was transferred to her, as someone who had lived an extra lifetime, in the rapidly developing 1990s, even if she couldn''t make a fortune, surely she could support herself and Zhaodi?


    In her previous life, she had been married to a nouveau riche, the wife of a tycoon.


    Even if she hadn''t eaten pork, hadn''t she at least seen pigs run?


    ...


    At this moment, Sister-inw Zhou Qiaofang was hurrying towards her family''s old house.


    They currently lived in a courtyard built after thend reform, but they still had an old house at the other end of the vige. After getting the new courtyard, the old one was used exclusively for storing grain and firewood.


    The cicadas in the locust trees were chirping incessantly, and frogs in the pond were croaking chaotically.


    After a day of farm work, her body was itchy all over from the millet husks, ufortable and hot. The cicadas'' chirping only made her more irritable.


    Zhou Qiaofang''s family was from the city in Xiping City. She had only married Chen Degong because her father had beenbeled as a "ck five categories" element and she had been sent down to the countryside.


    Her younger sister Zhou Xueqin had caught a good break. When their father was rehabilitated in 1978, she had just graduated from high school. She didn''t have to go to the countryside and was directly assigned to work at the Xiping City Woolen Mill. She even married the military officer Yan Zhao, living quite a glorious life back then.


    But today, Zhou Xueqin had secretly obtained a divorce certificate from Yan Zhao, left her two children at her parents'' home, and came to seek refuge with her.


    The vigers were already saying all sorts of things because she was trying to introduce Chen Men to Yan Zhao.


    Now with Zhou Xueqin running to her, wasn''t she just causing more trouble and giving people more reason to point fingers at her?


    So she had quietly arranged for Zhou Xueqin to stay in the old house.


    Now, seeing that every household in the vige was busy with cooking smoke, and no one was around, she sneaked over to check on her.


    She pushed aside the curtain and entered. The long-uninhabited old house had a strong musty smell that made it hard to breathe.


    Zhou Xueqin was wrapped in clothes, dozing on the kang bed that only had a mat on it.


    Zhou Qiaofang poked her forehead, "You really got the divorce certificate with Yan Zhao?"


    "Yes, I did. What''s the matter?" Zhou Xueqin sat up, saw her sister''s eyes widening at her, and rolled her eyes, "Alright, don''t start saying things like ''even if Yan Zhao transfers out of the military, he can still arrange a good job'', or ''he has a formal job, so you''ll never have to worry about food and drink''. I don''t want to hear that kind of talk, it''s useless even if you say it."


    Zhou Qiaofang was trembling with anger, but Zhou Xueqin continued to ask, "Sis, has your Men agreed? Is she willing to marry Yan Zhao?"


    Seeing Zhou Qiaofang nod, Zhou Xueqin actually smiled with satisfaction, "That''s good then. Xiao Wang and Xiao Lang, from now on I don''t have to worry about them anymore."


    A mother''s love for her own children is irreceable. Although Men was gentle and kind-hearted, how could a stepmotherpare to a biological mother?


    Zhou Xueqin always said Yan Zhao was fierce and unromantic, but in a marriage, was romance more important or having food on the table? Wasn''t romance just a trifle?


    Had she gone mad?


    The more Zhou Qiaofang saw her sister''s indifferent attitude, the more furious she became.


    Zhou Xueqin passed her a packet of spicy strips that only city folks could afford. The red oil-coated spicy strips were sprinkled with sesame seeds, the aroma wafting straight to one''s nose, though she didn''t know how the vor was achieved.


    But Zhou Qiaofang red at it, refusing to eat.


    She was angry, angry that her sister had divorced Yan Zhao and was going to abandon her children.


    Since Zhou Qiaofang wouldn''t eat, Zhou Xueqin ate it herself.


    Picking up a sweet and spicy strip with a toothpick, Zhou Xueqin sighed softly. Her heart was also in tatters.


    Yes, a while ago, Zhou Xueqin had been in a collision between two buses while returning to the city. The impact to her head had somehow given her thirty years of extra memories.


    In other words, she had been reborn, and this rebirth had strengthened her resolve to divorce Yan Zhao.


    Because in those extra thirty years of memories, her future life hadn''t been good - no, it could be said to have been extremely miserable.


    In her previous life, after Yan Zhao transferred out of the military, he had been assigned to work at the Public Security Bureau. It was a very good job, from patrol to criminal investigation to economic crime investigation. He had always been a backbone in the public security system, even more valued by his superiors than when he was in the army.


    But Zhou Xueqin had never imagined that times would change so dramatically.


    She had never imagined that the formal job everyone envied now would be nothing special in the future. Nouveau riche and tycoons, the wealthy would be the most glorious people in the future.


    Moreover, for other civil servants, if their wives took some benefits using their connections, the husbands would turn a blind eye, pretending not to know.


    But Yan Zhao was different. He was absolutely incorruptible in his police work.


    She had only received 50,000 yuan plus a Louis Vuitton bag to help handle a case where a rich second-generation kid had drunk-driven, killed someone in a hit-and-run, and fled the scene. It was such a simple matter - change "fleeing the scene" to "turning oneself in", modify "drunk driving" to "normal driving", bypass the prosecution, avoid indictment. He would quietly take the money, the rich kid wouldn''t go to jail, and everyone would be happy.


    But not only did he refuse, he even threatened divorce over such a trivial matter.


    Her husband was one thing.


    But her sons?


    Neither of her two sons was on her side. In the future, when the younger son became seriously ill, the elder son would even me her, saying she was responsible for the younger one''s illness, and subsequently disown her as their birth mother.


    Thinking about the future, Zhou Xueqin''s anger rose.


    The more she thought, the angrier she became. She shoved away the oily paper bag containing spicy snacks, got off the kang bed, slipped on her shoes, and was about to walk out.


    "You just got divorced today! What will the vigers say about you? Hurry up and lie down. Where are you going? To make a spectacle of yourself?" Zhou Qiaofang called out.


    Zhou Xueqin turned back and said in a muffled voice, "Sister, don''t worry. If I go out, I''ll avoid people. I''m going to live a different life this time around."


    ...


    In her previous life, Zhou Xueqin and Yan Zhao ended up getting divorced anyway.


    When they divorced, she left the children with her husband but took all the money and property for herself.


    She tried her hand at business, but for some reason, everything she touched failed, and she lost it all, ending up with nothing.


    So she never managed to make money, instead falling further and further, to the point of bing a cleaningdy.


    It was by chance that she encountered Chen Men while working as a cleaner at apany.


    She was a divorced woman, and so was Chen Men.


    She had gotten all of her husband''s money and property, while Chen Men had been left with nothing and kicked out by her husband. Moreover, after the divorce, due to the vige gossip, Chen Men had hastily married a local hoodlum named Lu Jingyu.


    At the time, everyone thought Chen Men was finished.


    But fortunes can change dramatically.


    Zhou Xueqin had spent all her money, sold her house, and was forced to be a cleaningdy. Yet that hoodlum Lu Jingyu, whom Chen Men had married, somehow seeded in business spectacrly, bing the biggest real estate developer in all of Xiping City, and undisputedly the city''s richest man.


    When Zhou Xueqin encountered Chen Men, she was stepping out of a luxurious car, with the wealthy Lu Jingyu extending his hand to help her out.


    Holding her mop, Zhou Xueqin was thunderstruck, frozen in ce.


    She couldn''t fathom how the hoodlum Chen Men had married had be Xiping City''s richest man.


    But now wasn''t the time to dwell on that.


    Lu Jingyu lived in Lu Family Vige, right next to Chen Family Vige. Currently, he was still poor and had just lost his wife, left with two children.


    Chen Men was pretty, but Zhou Xueqin wasn''t bad-looking either. Before beingid off, she had been the beauty of the wool textile factory.


    Moreover, Chen Men had been abandoned by her nouveau riche ex-husband and bore the stigma of not being able to bear sons.


    Zhou Xueqin had given birth to two sons, which made her far superior to Chen Men in this regard.


    Plus, she had been reborn, so she knew a crucial point.


    The reason Lu Jingyu had married Chen Men back then wasn''t because she was particrly beautiful or gentle.


    It was because after Lu Jingyu''s first wife passed away, she left behind a son and a daughter.


    Reportedly, when considering his second marriage, Lu Jingyu had carefully observed and concluded that Chen Men was beautiful and kind-hearted, and would be good to the children. That''s why he ultimately chose to marry her.


    She was more beautiful and kinder than Chen Men, so wouldn''t she be able to capture the heart of the future richest man and his children?


    To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, she had to act now.


    Seeing Zhou Xueqin stride across the small river towards Lu Family Vige, Zhou Qiaofang was so anxious her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. "Xueqin, you''re acting crazy! You didn''t even exin clearly. What exactly are you going to do?"


    "Sister, I''ve found myself another good match. That man is ten thousand times better than Yan Zhao," Zhou Xueqin called back from a distance.


    She was also afraid of people seeing her and gossiping, so she didn''t take the main road. Instead, she walked along the riverbank, treading on grass paths and taking shortcuts.


    Zhou Qiaofang followed behind, nearly dying of anxiety.


    Lu Family Vige was full of nothing butzybones and hooligans. How could there possibly be a man better than Yan Zhao there?


    Had Zhou Xueqin really gone mad?

 Chapter 4

    After leaving Chen Family Vige, crossing a river brought you to Lu Family Vige.


    Zhou Xueqin never imagined that in the future, one of her sons would be constantly sick and troublesome, while the other would amount to nothing.


    But Lu Jingyu''s two children would be sessful - the daughter a famous singer in Hua Country, and the son an entrepreneur. Both would be genuine big shots.


    Passing by a small shop, Zhou Xueqin stopped.


    During the divorce, she had taken back the house and savings from Yan Zhao. Now she had plenty of money, and the most effective way to please children was to buy them things.


    After the reform and opening up, goods became plentiful. In recent years, bubble gum and sorghum candy were children''s favorites, especially the chewy and sweet sorghum candy that kids loved.


    "Comrade, give me 50 cents worth of bubble gum and a handful of sorghum candy," Zhou Xueqin said, taking out a yuan.


    The shopkeeper, not recognizing her, asked, "You''re not from our vige, are you? Here to visit rtives?"


    "Yes, sister. Where does Lu Jingyu live?" Zhou Xueqin asked with a smile.


    The shopkeeper looked up and saw two dirty children pressed against the shop door, drooling. She nodded, "Look, those are Lu Jingyu''s kids. Let them take you there."


    Although since her rebirth, Zhou Xueqin had been determined to raise these future big shots while they were young and be the wife of a tycoon, she still felt a bit nauseated seeing the two dirty, fierce-looking children.


    She thought about how sweet and adorable her younger son had been as a child.


    Though her older son had always had a bad rtionship with her and hated her, he was much cuter than Lu Jingyu''s fierce-looking son with his garlic-bulb nose. When he grew up, talent scouts on the street would try to recruit him for movies.


    If Zhou Xueqin hadn''t foreseen that no matter what she did, she''d end up living in poverty, she who even found her own children annoying would never have eagerly tried to please someone else''s kids.


    But never mind, she thought about how Lu Jingyu would be Xiping City''s richest man through real estate in the future. Zhou Xueqin could endure this difort.


    "Little ones, would you like some candy?" She stepped forward, taking out arge handful of bubble gum from her pocket with a smile.


    The two children, a boy about seven and a girl about five, looked at Zhou Xueqin warily. Suddenly, the boy pulled the girl away: "Quick, run! This must be a kidnapper."


    The girl also spat on Zhou Xueqin''s hand: "Kidnapper, we won''t eat your candy."


    These little brats had such bad tempers?


    "Lu Dabao, don''t run! Where did your father Lu Jingyu go?" Zhou Xueqin called out.


    Hearing Zhou Xueqin call his name, the boy thought she must know his father. He hesitated before mumbling: "My dad''s usually out doing business, then he has to stop by Chen Family Vige. He won''t be home until veryte."


    Gone to Chen Family Vige?


    Could he be going to see Chen Men?


    Ever since Chen Men got divorced, even though she was known for not being able to bear sons, because she was pretty and had a gentle personality, some bachelors, widowers, and even young men often went to Chen Family Vige just to catch a glimpse of her.


    Hearing this, Zhou Xueqin was so angry she almost threw all the candy on the ground.


    But she couldn''t. The memories of thirty years were too painful.


    Her face went pale, but she tried her best to hold back her anger. She handed the candy to Lu Dabao and said with a smile: "I''m a friend of your father''s. This candy is a gift for you to eat. Go on, eat it."


    The two children eyed Zhou Xueqin warily for a while. Dabao snatched the sorghum candy, grabbed his sister''s hand, and ran off.


    Wild dogs of children, without any manners. Zhou Xueqin was sick of them.


    But she still forced a smile through her annoyance.


    As long as they were willing to take it, she had a way to win them over.


    But was Lu Jingyu already eyeing Chen Men?


    This wouldn''t do. She had to stop it.


    As for her two sons, although one was always sickly and the other hated her, as a mother, she had to make sure those two children received better care. For this reason alone, she had to make Chen Men and Yan Zhao''s marriage happen.


    That''s right, the n to make Chen Men marry Yan Zhao was conceived and facilitated by Zhou Xueqin.


    She needed to add more fuel to the fire.


    The busy farming month of July was marked as extremely unlucky for matchmaking and marriages on the calendar.


    This wasn''t mere superstition.


    July was the busiest time for farming. The wheat had just been harvested but not yet dried or cleaned, piled under the eaves waiting to be stored. The millet was ripe, hanging heavy on the branches. After a few days of scorching summer sun, the millet would start to shed its husks. Once that happened, the slightest touch would make it fall to the ground, ruining a year''s harvest.


    During this season, matchmaking was strictly forbidden.


    Hugging Zhaodi, Chen Men lived in a newly built house.


    Although the hot summer sun zed every day, the dampness from the new walls seeped outwards. The mother and daughter found it too hot and only covered themselves with a thin cloth over their bellies. When they woke in the morning, their arms were damp with moisture.


    Chen Men had heard her brother and sister-inw discussing remarriage, but she didn''t know how they had negotiated with Yan Zhao.


    She figured that since Yan Zhao had just divorced Zhou Xueqin, he probably wouldn''t be willing to meet a rtive for matchmaking so soon. It would take at least ten days to half a month.


    But early in the morning, just as she was about to go to the fields to harvest millet, her sister-inw said with a wry smile: "Quick, put down the sickle. Today the magpies are chirping in the branches - it''s a sign of great joy. Yan Zhao ising, you need to meet him."


    Yan Zhao wasing already?


    Of course, if Yan Zhao wasn''ting, her brother and sister-inw wouldn''t have specially taken a day off during the scorching July to stay at home.


    Remarrying again, Chen Men didn''t intend to deliberately dress up, but she at least needed to wear clean clothes.


    But when she went in to look through her trunk, she found that not only were her own clothes missing, but several of Zhaodi''s clothes had vanished too.


    Coming out of the bedroom, she nced along the wall and saw a long bamboo pole propped against her second brother''s courtyard wall. It was the long pole used for picking cherries in spring, which should have been put away after cherry season. What was it doing leaning against the wall?


    She didn''t say anything, but turned and entered her second brother''s house.


    Her second sister-inw was bent over arge basin of hot water, washing her hair. The yard was quiet, with no one else around.


    There was a clothes chest in the second sister-inw''s bedroom, usually kept locked. Now the keyy on the windowsill along with her undershirt.


    Chen Men picked up the key and entered the bedroom. She quietly opened the chest and immediately saw several of her own blouses and dresses that she had brought back from the city, lying neatly in her sister-inw''s wardrobe.


    Looking further, she even found Zhaodi''s little flowery clothes and dresses lying in the chest.


    No wonder her and Zhaodi''s clothes had been disappearingtely. She had suspected her older sister-inw of stealing them for her own daughters to wear, but here they all were, lying in the second sister-inw''s wardrobe.


    She didn''t take them, but kept looking. To her surprise, she found several neat stacks of renminbi bills, all 10-yuan notes. Counting quickly, there was at least 10,000 yuan.


    She gently closed and locked the chest, then came out. Her second sister-inw was still squatting on the ground, bottom in the air,pletely unaware.


    She was curious about one more thing - wasn''t her second brother supposed to be bedridden with a bad back, unable to work? Why wasn''t he lying on the kang bed?


    Suddenly she smelled a strong aroma wafting from the kitchen. Looking over, she saw her second brother, who was supposed to be bedridden, bent over in the kitchen stewing a chicken carcass.


    Her second brother was thin and short, balding at a young age. Half of his shiny bald head gleamed in the morning sun.


    It was yesterday''s roast chicken. Today he was making the bones into soup, sprinkled with garlic shoots and green onions. Following the old Shaanxi style, he''d bake some tbread, cut it into strips, and soak it in the chicken soup. Oily and fragrant, it would make a delicious paomo dish.


    Chen Men still said nothing as she left her second brother''s house.


    "Why are you running around everywhere? Hurry up, Yan Zhao will be here any minute. Quick, get yourself ready," her sister-inw called from the kitchen where she was busy as could be, still keeping an eye on Chen Men.


    Chen Men boiled a kettle of water. She needed to wash Zhaodi''s hair first. In those days, rural children often had lice. When Zhaodi was in the city, she bathed every day and didn''t have lice, but after staying in the countryside for a while, her hair was full of white lice eggs, caught from her cousins.


    She used the hot water to scald the hair ends, killing the lice eggs first, then carefullybed them out with a fine-toothedb.


    Next, she braided Zhaodi''s hair into two particrly beautiful its.


    She then dressed her in a short-sleeved blouse with a lotus leaf cor. The child originally had a very pretty dress, but unfortunately, it had been stolen by the second sister-inw. So she could only put her in an old pair of pants. She washed the child''s stic sandals thoroughly clean. The little girl''s skin had tanned to a wheat color during her time in the countryside. Although she was thin and a bit tomboyish, she was now a well-behaved little girl.


    "You should just dress yourself up, why bother with the child?" Zhou Qiaofang said reproachfully as she finished cooking the sour soup and brought out the leftover mixed flour pancakes from yesterday.


    The second sister-inw, having washed her hair and finished her chicken soup with bread, made sure to clean her mouth before joining in on the conversation.


    She chimed in, "That''s right, you should hide Zhaodi first. That Yan Zhao is like the King of Hell. If he sees you with a kid in tow, he might not want to marry you. What if the King of Hell loses his temper in our house?"


    When Zhou Qiaofang heard her call out the "King of Hell," she red at her, "Watch your mouth. If you don''t know how to talk, then keep quiet. No one''s taking you for a mute."


    Chen''s Second Sister-inw pursed her lips, tucking a gold bracelet on her wrist further up her sleeve. She said, "Wasn''t it you, elder sister-inw, who always said that everyone in the army called Yan Zhao the ''Living King of Hell''?"


    Wasn''t it Zhou Qiaofang herself who used to say that Yan Zhao was a dark-faced King of Hell, killing people on the battlefield without blinking an eye, and that even the Vietnamese would flee at the mere mention of his name?


    Why couldn''t anyone talk about it now?


    Moreover, Men''s first husband, that nouveau riche, was fair-skinned, sweet-talking, and very good at business. He doted on Chen Men in those first few years when he just started making money.


    Men would return home every year with bags full of gifts - new leather shoes, new woolen coats - making everyone in the vige green with envy.


    Now she''s marrying this rough-looking King of Hell, and bing a stepmother to boot. It''s an ugly business, so why can''t people talk about it?


    The elder sister-inw mmed her cleaver onto the table in anger, ring at the second sister-inw. But thetter wasn''t intimidated at all. She simply sat down on the steps, clearly intending to cause a scene today.


    The two sisters-inw red at each other, like hens pecking at fish.


    Chen Men only got around tobing her own hair after finishing her meal.


    As shebed, she observed more carefully and noticed that the second sister-inw not only wore a gold bracelet on her wrist, but also had a red string around her neck. Through her thin summer shirt, a golden pendant could be seen glinting.


    On her feet were a brand new pair of Warrior brand sneakers. Yinbao was even more extravagant, wearing a pair of leather sandals that looked like they were from Kangnai.


    Those must have cost at least twenty yuan.


    How could farmers who rely on the weather for their livelihood suddenly afford gold bracelets, gold pendants, and leather shoes for their children?


    When she got divorced, Chen Men had initially nned to go to court to demand money. But her second brother had his kidney damaged by the nouveau riche and was bedridden when he returned home. So, for her brother''s sake, she chose to swallow her pride and stay quiet.


    But she always knew that her second brother and his wife harbored resentment towards her.


    In her previous life, when she became sessfulter on, she took very good care of her natal family, especially her second brother and his wife. Although they were cousins, she treated them just as well as her eldest brother and his wife.


    But once, when her second brother was drunk, he cried to her, saying that his biggest grievance was that she had given money to support their eldest brother in building a new house, but hadn''t helped him build one.


    She had actually given her second brother a lot of money too, arranged for him to work as a security guard in Lu Jingyu''spany, and supported Yinbao''s education. But her second brother didn''t remember those favors, only remembering that she hadn''t helped him build a house years ago. Whenever he drank, he would always bring up the fact that she hadn''t helped him build a house.


    The new house for her eldest brother''s family was built with Chen Men''s support when she was still living in the city and on good terms with her nouveau riche husband.


    Since she was already divorced, where would she get the money to help her second brother build a house?


    Moreover, this kind of help was a favor, not an obligation. She never imagined that her second brother and his wife would hold a grudge over this.


    In their eyes, her helping to pay for building a house had somehow be an absolute duty, something she was supposed to do.


    If her guess wasn''t wrong, her second brother''s kidney being damaged by the nouveau riche was a lie. The couple, harboring hatred over the house issue, had actually conspired with the nouveau riche to set her up.


    Her cousin brother, whom she had always treated like her own brother since childhood, had treated her like this.

 Chapter 5

    The nouveau riche had the same surname as Yan Zhao, called Yan Xishan, originally from Yanguan Vige in Xiping City.


    On the day he married Chen Men, it was the first time in his life he wore underwear, and he couldn''t even tell front from back, showing just how poor he had been as a child.


    Suddenly having money, not to mention other aspects, he would raise his fists when drunk, beating Zhaodi for the first time, showing an inclination towards domestic violence, which was the main reason Chen Men divorced him.


    Men, outwardly affectionate, crying and begging not to divorce, but behind the scenes, they can be ruthless and cunning. In the morning, while getting the divorce certificate, he was still crying and refusing to let Chen Men leave, kneeling and begging for her forgiveness, even moving the civil affairs office staff to tears, who praised him as a good man.


    But as soon as they left the civil affairs office, he spat and lit a cigarette, and by the afternoon, he had used his connections at the police station to have her household registration sent back to her original ce.


    Chen Men naturally wanted to investigate where the money in her sister-inw''s box came from.


    But today, the most important thing was the blind date, so she temporarily put the matter of the money aside.


    There were no secrets in the vige, and when word got out that Men was going on a blind date, the whole vige gathered outside Chen Degong''s house.


    Suddenly, Yinbao, who was at the vige entrance, shouted, "He''s here! He''s here! A man in a green shirt ising!"


    Only soldiers and police wore green shirts; their summer uniforms were short-sleeved green shirts.


    So, was it true that Yan Zhao had divorced Zhou Xueqin and immediately rushed to Chen Family Vige for a blind date?


    The second sister-inw ran the fastest. The young girls and women of the vige, along with young men who hade from the neighboring vige to watch the excitement, swarmed around Yan Zhao as soon as he reached the vige entrance.


    The second sister-inw had never seen Yan Zhao before, but she had always heard her elder sister-inw say he was like the King of Hell, andin that he and Zhou Xueqin couldn''t see eye to eye.


    She secretly guessed that Yan Zhao was probably old, ugly, and fierce, and felt a bit gleeful about it.


    After all, the nouveau riche Yan Xishan had fair skin and delicate features, and was wealthy. Men was pitiful, now having to marry an old and fierce man who had killed people on the battlefield, a living King of Hell.


    But when she saw a bronze-skinned man in a light green shirt, with particrly handsome features and a tall, straight figure walking towards her, the second sister-inw was stunned on the spot.


    She had never been able to imagine what a living King of Hell looked like, but the moment this man opened his mouth to speak, she finally understood why everyone called him the living King of Hell.


    "Comrade, how do I get to Chen Degong''s house?" His voice carried a chill even as he spoke.


    "It''s this way,e quickly with us," someone eager to help immediately led Yan Zhao towards Chen Degong''s house.


    The second sister-inw stood dumbfounded, thinking to herself, with that clean-cut figure and handsome looks, how could he be old or ugly?


    He might be the King of Hell, but he was a handsome one.


    Look at his smooth skin, tall and straight figure, he looked at most twenty-seven or twenty-eight, still quite young.


    The nouveau riche Yan Xishan was 33 this year, eight years older than Chen Men, and everyone thought she had married above her station.


    For her second marriage, she was actually going to marry someone even younger and more handsome than the nouveau riche.


    Men must be overjoyed inside, right?


    Zhou Qiaofang hadn''t seen Yan Zhao for three years either, because ever since Zhou Xueqin got pregnant with their second child, he had been fighting on the Laoshan front. He only returned home after the war hadpletely stopped, the front line troops had fully withdrawn, and there was a major military downsizing.


    She also came out smiling to greet him: "Colonel Yan is here, quick,e sit inside."


    She too thought that after three years on the battlefield, Yan Zhao must have been ravaged by war, but howe at first nce, this man looked even younger than before?


    She couldn''t understand why her sister had gone so crazy as to insist on divorcing such a good man.


    However, when she turned back to look at Yan Zhao''s tense face and knife-like gaze, she felt a bit of sympathy for her sister. Who could bear facing such a man every day, looking into his knife-like, unfathomable eyes?


    The Chen family''s courtyard wasrge, and today they were drying wheat. This year was a bountiful year, and plump grains of wheat were being sun-dried. Under the midday sun, you could hear the sound of moisture slowly evaporating.


    Chen Degong and Chen Men were turning over the wheat, picking up a grain and throwing it into their mouths. If they heard a crisp "crack" sound, it proved it waspletely dry and could be stored in the granary.


    Chen Men only turned around when she heard a series of heavy footsteps, just in time to meet the deep gaze of a tall man in a green shirt, and her heart skipped a beat.


    In her previous life, Chen Men had only heard about him from her two husbands. They said he was a genuine King of Hell in his police work, upright and impartial, inflexible. Both of Chen Men''s husbands had been pursued and bitten like dogs by him more than once, and the nouveau riche eventually fell by his hand.


    It served him right, karma caught up with his two sons, one useless and one chronically ill.


    His wife also divorced him because of his coldness andck of human touch. In short, he was like the golden shield on the police station door, a good shield for the country, but a mess in his private life.


    This man had bronze skin, smoothplexion, and the military green shirt gave him an air of coldness, the kind only soldiers who had been on the battlefield possessed.


    Actually, setting aside the house and household registration, just looking at the surface, Chen Men felt she wouldn''t lose out by marrying him.


    Even though she was older now, Chen Men had to admit, this man exuded masculinity, full of male charm, with impable looks.


    Since it was the other party''s first visit, he couldn''t talk to her directly. He shook Chen Degong''s hand: "How''s the harvest this year?"


    "The harvest is very good. Men, quickly go pour Colonel Yan some tea," Chen Degong hurriedly said.


    Yan Zhao was still clean-cut and efficient, reaching out to stop Chen Men: "I don''t drink tea, and I''ve already transferred out of the military, please don''t call me Colonel anymore."


    "Then let''s have lunch together, I''ll have Men cook for us," Chen Degong said again.


    Zhou Qiaofang also hurriedly pulled Men, preparing for the two of them to go cook together.


    Suddenly having two more mouths to feed in the house, needing to eat every meal, the grain sack was visibly bottoming out.


    Her sister had abandoned her child, leaving it at her parents'' home to starve.


    For these two reasons alone, the elder sister-inw had to quickly make this marriage happen.


    At this moment, Yan Zhao swept his gaze around the courtyard, suddenly strode forward with big steps towards Zhaodi.


    Zhaodi was standing with Jinbao, Yinbao, and her cousins Zhenzhu and Baozhu.


    She was a city child, and had inherited the good looks of her parents. Although she had recently be thin from not eating enough in the countryside, her eyes were still bright and spirited, both sweet and beautiful.


    When Yan Zhao walked over, not only did Zhou Qiaofang''s heart skip a beat, but another woman''s heart also leapt.


    This woman had a small dyed headscarf covering her permed hair, wore a homespun jacket, and was hiding behind the crowd, her eyes fixed intently on Yan Zhao.


    This was, of course, the reincarnated Zhou Xueqin, who knew that her two sons would never amount to anything, and wanted to raise a big shot in this life.


    In fact, the reason Yan Zhao came to Chen Family Vige for a blind date right after his divorce was one of the conditions Zhou Xueqin had set during the divorce.


    Although she had divorced Yan Zhao, she didn''t want her two sons to fall into the hands of a vicious stepmother.


    Chen Men had a gentle and kind nature. In her previous life, although Lu Jingyu''s two children didn''t respect her much, ording to Lu Jingyu himself, Chen Men''s treatment of them could be summed up in four words: treated as her own.


    Yan Zhao''s personality was too bad, and he stubbornly held onto poverty, not using his power. As the police chief, he lived in a small apartment assigned by the unit and wore his uniform. He felt it was fine, but Zhou Xueqin felt wronged. She was invited by the wives of the nouveau riche and the wealthy to tea houses and high-end clubs every day for meals and tea. They all wore clothes worth tens of thousands and carried bags worth hundreds of thousands.


    But she was shabby, poor, unsophisticated, with a petty air about her.


    Zhou Xueqin had had enough of that bitter life and absolutely wouldn''t endure it again, but Chen Men could, right?


    So Zhou Xueqin had forced Yan Zhao at the time, saying that if he didn''t go on this blind date, she wouldn''t give him custody of their two children. That''s why Yan Zhao came to Chen Family Vige for the blind date.


    In this life, Zhou Xueqin wanted to switch ces with Chen Men, letting Chen Men help her take care of her sons.


    She wanted to be the wife of the richest man.


    "What''s your name?" Yan Zhao bent down and asked Zhaodi.


    Though Zhaodi looked thin, she was quite brave. Facing this man who had scared the whole family into silence, she answered loudly, "Zhaodi Yan."


    "Are you Chen Men''s daughter?" the man asked.


    Zhaodi had just been teased by Yinbao, who said this man would be her father and that he liked to punch people. The child was quite frightened, her teeth chattering, but she still mustered up the courage to answer, "Yes."


    "If Chen Men remarries, will you go with her?" Yan Zhao pressed on.


    Zhaodi pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and said without hesitation, "Yes, I''ll go wherever my mom goes. I want to protect my mom forever."


    Never mind what Chen Men thought.


    All the women present were shocked, especially Zhou Xueqin.


    It was normal for men to bring children into a marriage, but when women remarried, it was rare for anyone to ept them bringing a child.


    Women''s children were usually left with their maternal families.


    Yan Zhao already had two sons, and his monthly sry was only so high. He definitely wouldn''t ept a woman bringing a child.


    What could be done? If Yan Zhao rejected Chen Men because of Zhaodi, her two sons would suffer.


    However, just as Zhou Xueqin was so anxious she could stamp her feet, she saw Yan Zhao raise his head, smile slightly, and say to Chen Men, "Comrade Chen Men, let''s have a serious talk."


    Did he agree?


    Did he actually agree to Chen Men remarrying with Zhaodi?


    Moreover, Zhou Xueqin suddenly realized that Yan Zhao, who had never smiled at her, actually smiled at this strange little girl!


    The cold-faced King Yan actually smiled.

 Chapter 6

    No, he couldn''t agree.


    Why did Zhou Xueqin, after introducing her ex-husband to someone, stille to Chen Family Vige to keep watch?


    It was because she didn''t want Chen Men to take Zhaodi away, wanting her to wholeheartedly take care of those two useless people in her family instead.


    Fortunately, she had secretly discussed this with Zhou Qiaofang, who agreed to find a way to prevent it.


    Sure enough, Zhou Qiaofang smiled and said, "It''s just a little girl, just an extra pair of chopsticks and a bowl. She can live with us in the future. Men, just let her marry on her own."


    Yan Zhao''s face suddenly turned cold. He had originally nned to go inside to talk with Chen Men, but he stopped and asked her, "You want to leave the child at your parents'' home?"


    This was their first meeting, and Chen Men was quite satisfied with Yan Zhao.


    But to say she couldn''t bring the child? That was absolutely uneptable.


    In her previous life, Zhaoditer developed a particrly bad habit. She didn''t like eating openly, but preferred to hide all her food and eat it secretly.


    She didn''t eat much at the dinner table, but she always liked to steal food and hide it in her nket to eat quietly.


    It was the same at home, at school, and when eating out with others. While everyone else was eating properly, she was like a hamster, constantly and quietly stuffing tasty things into her pockets.


    She was often despised and ridiculed for this.


    For many years, she couldn''t break that bad habit. The bed sheets and covers would get dirty quickly. In the morning, when you shook out the bedding, either a piece of candy or half a dumpling would roll out from the nket. Chen Men had beaten and scolded her countless times for this. With all the beating, Zhaodi grew to hate her, and at a young age, instead of studying properly, she ran off to learn how to do business like others.


    Later, when she made money and bought a big house, had money, a house, and a car, she still couldn''t break the habit of hiding food. She always hoarded lots of snacks at home, and like a hamster, even when she was alone at home, she liked to hide in corners to eat secretly.


    She also liked to eat spicy and greasy foods, which led to e breakouts and weight gain. Then she''d take diet pills to lose weight. Her face was often pale, and in her early twenties, she looked as haggard as a woman in her thirties or forties.


    Chen Men had never understood how her once sweet and lovely daughter, in this era of material abundance, could be like a little beggar, stealing and hiding, unable to behave properly in public.


    But now she was starting to understand. It must have been those three months when she left the child at her parents'' home that nted this demon in the child''s heart, a demon that turned into a disease ¨C the disease of hoarding food.


    If Yan Zhao wouldn''t let her bring the child, there was no way she could agree to this marriage.


    "Impossible. Wherever I go, I must bring my daughter with me," Chen Men said firmly.


    She thought that after saying this, the marriage negotiations would fall through. But to her surprise, Yan Zhao immediately said, "What other conditions do you have? Let''s go inside and discuss slowly."


    Zhou Qiaofang immediately lifted the curtain: "Hurry inside, you two can talk at your leisure."


    The most important point for Chen Men, of course, was the house. She needed to ask Yan Zhao if he would immediately help her transfer her household registration once they got married.


    It was already 1988, and in 1990, the government would fullyunch the relocation project. The value of old houses would skyrocket, and by then, Yan Xishan would certainly regret it, and she wouldn''t be able to get the courtyard.


    "Where is your house?" Yan Zhao asked.


    "In the suburbs of Xiping City, Yanguan Vige," Chen Men said.


    Yan Zhao replied promptly, "That''s perfect, it''s within our bureau''s jurisdiction. Transferring the household registration will be easy. We can find time to get the marriage certificate, and I can directly help you transfer the household registration."


    "For my daughter Zhaodi..."


    "Transfer hers too." This man didn''t like to waste words and immediately cut off Chen Men''s sentence.


    Originally, before Chen Men''s divorce, all her savings had been stolen, and even though she reported it to the police, there had been no progress.


    She wanted to ask Yan Zhao, since he was transferring to the police department, if he could help investigate this matter. But because this man spoke so bluntly, she didn''t feelfortable bringing it up.


    The air became a bit stiff. After all, the two had only heard about each other and had never met before. Yan Zhao looked up, his sharp eyes scanning Chen Men, and then said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Yan Zhao."


    Chen Men had actually heard about Yan Zhao''s family situation from her sister-inw, but she always thought her sister-inw must have exaggerated to encourage her to marry him.


    However, as Yan Zhao introduced himself, Chen Men realized that her sister-inw hadn''t exaggerated at all.


    "My father works in Capital City, living in the Air Forcepound. I have two older brothers, also in Capital City, and I myself have two children, both boys..." When mentioning his two sons, Yan Zhao unconsciously furrowed his brow, but quickly rxed it and sincerely said, "The children''s mother and I are divorced. In the future, I''ll have to rely on you to take care of them."


    The vige women huddled together, all peering through the window, feeling incredibly anxious.


    Why wasn''t she agreeing yet? What was she pretending for?


    But their anxiety was for nothing. Chen Men wasn''t in a hurry at all. Instead, she held Zhaodi tightly in her arms and suddenly asked, "You don''t hit women or children, do you?"


    Such a decisive and excellent man must have some ws, otherwise why would Zhou Xueqin divorce him? How else could she have lucked out like this?


    The first thing Chen Men thought of was whether he might be prone to domestic violence.


    They say men who have been in the army are often prone to domestic violence.


    "I don''t hit," he replied, his lips twitching, answering with just two words.


    Chen Men recalled that in her previous life, she had never heard anyone mention that Yan Zhao had a tendency for domestic violence.


    "If we can''t get along and I ask for a divorce, you''ll agree, right?" Chen Men said again.


    Outside, her sisters-inw were about to die of anger. What kind of talk was this, discussing divorce before even getting married?


    But Yan Zhao remained very decisive and said, "As long as you ask, and you''re serious, I''ll divorce immediately."


    Even if he didn''t want to, Chen Men had an older brother who could stand up for her. If there was any danger, he would shield her, so she wasn''t afraid of anything.


    "I''ll also need to sign a contract with you, proving that the courtyard in Yanguan Vige is my premarital property. Also, it''s hard to raise a child alone, so I''ll need to work in the future. You''ll need to help with housework as much as you can. It''s not easy for children from two families to get along, so if I scold your children, you should at least ask why first. We can discuss things rationally, but you can''t just get angry right away."


    She had already been a stepmother in her previous life and knew how difficult it was. It was better toy out the ground rules from the start.


    As for going out to work and housework, this was a preemptive measure. Although she was in a hurry to register her residence and transfer the house ownership, she would definitely want to go out to work in the future. If Yan Zhao wouldn''t agree to this, the marriage was off. Chen Men would rather not have the house than marry him.


    Outside, the sisters-inw exchanged nces, both feeling that this marriage was surely going to fall through.


    Was Men crazy? Yan Zhao had a formal job with a monthly sry. Why should he do housework for her? And she still wanted to go out to work? Just because she had married a nouveau riche before, did she think she was all that?


    But once again, everyone was stunned.


    Because Yan Zhao stood up and said decisively, "I''m very good at housework, you don''t need to worry. As for the children, I''ve trained soldiers before, so I know how to educate them."


    After saying this, he quickly pulled out arge banknote from his pocket, stuffed it into Zhaodi''s hand, got up, and left the room.


    Did this mean that Yan Zhao had agreed to all the conditions Chen Men had proposed?


    Was he willing to marry her?


    Outside, Zhou Xueqin received second-hand information, but she also heard people saying that Yan Zhao had agreed to let Chen Men bring her daughter along when she married.


    Half pleased and half worried, she still hoped that Zhou Qiaofang could keep Zhaodi behind.


    Yan Zhao had alreadye out of the room.


    Thinking about his deep, cold, and unfathomable gaze, Zhou Xueqin, although she had been his wife, had spent very little time with him and felt a chill run down her spine. Afraid of running into him here, she wrapped her headscarf tightly and slipped away quietly in themotion.


    "Colonel Yan... oh, Comrade Yan Zhao, how did the talk go? What are your thoughts?" Chen Degong came up to ask.


    Yan Zhao still answered very directly: "If she''s willing, I''m willing. But I have one condition. I currently don''t have a ce to live, and Yanguan Vige is very close to my work unit. I might need to temporarily stay at Comrade Chen Men''s house in Yanguan Vige for a while, but I can pay rent."


    They were about to get married, what was all this talk about rent?


    Chen Degong turned back to ask Chen Men, "What do you think?"


    Yan Xishan was a nouveau riche and a minor local tyrant in Xiping City. Since he could manipte her on the household registration matter, he might also find some thugs to threaten and bully her.


    Having a police officer living at home would eliminate these worries.


    So she readily agreed, "Alright."


    The elder sister-inw let out a long sigh of relief. Her younger sister-inw was finally getting married, which meant one less mouth to feed at home and less food to cook for each meal.


    "Then it''s settled. First, prepare your ID card, introduction letter, and personal file. I''ll go to the police station to report in, and after that, I''lle back to pick you up. We''ll return to Xiping City together," Yan Zhao said, then left without lingering.


    Was it really done just like that?


    Could Men really move to the city?


    The second sister-inw was bewildered, thinking they hardly discussed anything, yet these two had somehowe to an agreement.


    What should she do now? She was hiding a secret, and because of that secret, she couldn''t let Men marry into the city.


    The elder sister-inw picked up Zhaodi and probed further with a smile, "Men, why don''t you leave Zhaodi in our vige? I''ll take care of her for you. Whether it''s three or four children, it''s all the same. I can manage one more."


    Hearing this, Zhaodi immediately protested, kicking her feet, "No! I want to go with my mom!"


    "You naughty girl, why are you so disobedient? Yan Zhao''s two sons are quite fierce. Aren''t you afraid they''ll beat you?" The elder sister-inw raised her voice.


    Chen Men took her daughter back, saying calmly, "If they dare to hit Zhaodi, won''t I hit them back? As an adult, can''t I handle two kids?"


    The elder sister-inw was eager to marry her off, not only because their family trulycked food, but also out of concern for her two nephews, wanting Men to go and take care of them.


    As the saying goes, you can never truly know what''s in someone''s heart. Though the elder sister-inw was generally upright, in her previous life, when Chen Men remarried, she only left Zhaodi with her natal family for three months. The child was beaten and mocked by other children in the vige, leaving her with emotional scars thatsted a lifetime.


    If she didn''t take Zhaodi with her when she remarried, how would this life be any different from the previous one?


    Seeing the usually close elder sister-inw and Men arguing, the second sister-inw was pleased, "So what kind of good marriage is this? In my opinion, you should reject it early and just marry a vige man instead."


    ...


    Since it was a second marriage, there wasn''t much to prepare. It was basically just moving in together to muddle through life. Moreover, since he was Zhou Xueqin''s ex-husband, Chen Men didn''t have high hopes.


    But on the day after the marriage was settled, a young man in an olive-green police uniform came from the Capital City. Carrying a small leather bag, he entered the vige, found the Chen family, and handed the bag to Chen Men in front of many onlookers, then left with a grin.


    The second sister-inw, of course, had to join in the excitement and see what Yan Zhao had sent to Men. After all, that Yan Zhao didn''t seem to have much money. If the gift was too shabby, she could still taunt Men a bit and discourage her from marrying into the city.


    But when she looked inside, she fell silent.


    Inside were two little dresses for young girls. One was pink, the other white, both made of chiffon fabric. They were adorned with sparkling rhinestones and round pearls, so beautiful they could dazzle one''s eyes.


    In addition, there was a pair of Kangnai leather shoes in a paper box. They were too big for Zhaodi''s feet, probably needing another year before she could wear them.


    If Yan Zhao had sent something for herself, Chen Men wouldn''t have felt so pleased.


    But she had to admit, although Yan Zhao''s tone was harsh, this gift hit the mark perfectly. Dressed up in these, Zhaodi would look like a beautiful doll.


    "This set must have cost at least twenty or thirty yuan," the second sister-inw said, feeling the chiffon dress on Zhaodi.


    The elder sister-inw couldn''t help but tug at it too, saying with a hint of sourness, "Xueqin always said Yan Zhao loved daughters and always wanted a girl. I didn''t believe it then. What man doesn''t love sons and instead dotes on little girls? Today I''ve finally seen something rare. Yan Zhao is different from others. His affection for Zhaodi seems genuine."


    Men had lucked out with a man her own sister didn''t cherish.


    But then the elder sister-inw thought, her sister-inw and Yan Zhao, one with a son and one with a daughter, would make a good match. Men was grateful by nature, and if life improved, she would surely help out. Why was she getting all worked up?


    Naturally, she also gave up on the idea of keeping Zhaodi.


    Chen Men noticed the second sister-inw''s eyes gleaming like a wolf''s, full of envy. She subtly jabbed at her, "Elder sister-inw, don''t worry. Once I''ve established myself in the city, I''ll bring your whole family over."


    Zhou Qiaofang knew Chen Men''s character well - she valued family, was loyal, and spoke her mind. She also knew that if Men dared to say such things, she could definitely make it happen. So she said, "Men, you''re so thoughtful. Your sister-inw will be waiting for the day you bring us all to the city."


    The second sister-inw''s face suddenly turned pale, and she turned and left.


    Meanwhile, Chen Men coldly smiled and listened quietly through the wall. She heard an argument break out on the other side.


    "You were the one who caught Yan Xishan and that whore in bed together. How can two thousand yuan be enough? Go ask Yan Xishan for more money," the second sister-inw said in a hushed voice.


    ...


    "Ask for another two thousand yuan, so we can buy a house in the city and live there," seeing her husband silent, head down like a rooster with itsb plucked, the second sister-inw shouted.


    Chen Men continued to listen intently. After a while, she heard the second sister-inw say again, "Yan Xishan is a scoundrel. We don''t dare to make trouble for him, but that whore has a formal job. She''s afraid of losing face and losing her job. We should go make trouble for her. We must get another two thousand yuan out of her."


    So not only had her second brother and his wife set her up with Yan Xishan, but they had also caught Yan Xishan and his mistress in bed together?


    And then her second brother not only didn''t speak up but also took two thousand yuan in hush money from them?


    What did two thousand yuan mean in those days?


    A four-courtyard house in the suburbs cost only two or three thousand yuan, and a pound of rice cost one yuan. If used to buy rice, two thousand yuan could feed them until the end of time.


    Initially, Chen Men wanted to call her elder brother right away and go next door to expose her second brother and his wife.


    But on second thought, she held back.


    In her previous life, she had been proud and disdainful, thinking Yan Xishan was trash. Although she had long known that Yan Xishan had someone outside, she had never investigated or been curious about who these women were, thinking they were just prostitutes or hostesses.


    But this time, the second sister-inw''s mention of a "whore with a formal job" sessfully piqued Chen Men''s curiosity.


    Why not go and see who Yan Xishan''s mistress really was?


    Early the next morning, the second sister-inw left the house, and Chen Men naturally followed her quietly.

 Chapter 7

    Xiping City was 400 kilometers away from Taoyang County. The Second Sister-in-Law was a rural woman who had never been to the city, so it was impossible for her to go there.


    However, there was a public telephone at the post office in town.


    The Second Sister-in-Law went to town and headed straight for the post office. She held a phone number in her hand and stood among the crowd waiting to make calls, asionally ncing at her palm. It was obvious that she was calling either Yan Xishan or his mistress.


    Nowadays, as long as the area code was different, it was considered a long-distance call, costing 2 yuan per minute. It was literally burning money by the second. Taoyang and Xiping City had different area codes, so it was definitely long-distance.


    The Second Sister-in-Law''s voice was louder than a broken gong. As soon as the call connected, she immediately said, "Hello, is this Yanguan Primary School? I''m looking for Teacher Hu Xiaomei."


    It was actually Hu Xiaomei?


    "Teacher Hu, 20,000 yuan is too little. We''re not satisfied. We want another 20,000 yuan," the Second Sister-in-Law said, raising her voice.


    She randomly pressed a few buttons, and the call was on speakerphone. Chen Men could hear it from afar. The woman on the phone asked loudly, "Has Men remarried? Who did she marry?"


    The Second Sister-in-Law raised her voice by eight degrees: "Of course she married someone in the city. Back then, my Jianjun caught you two in bed. You cried and begged us to help you. If you don''t give me another 20,000 yuan, I''ll go to Yanguan Primary School right now and make a scene, saying you''re shameless, a prostitute... Hello? Hello?"


    The other side had already hung up, but the Second Sister-in-Law kept saying "hello" to the dial tone.


    After a while, the people queuing behind her to make calls started cursing and urging her to finish. She finally eximed, "Two yuan! That''s enough to buy three jin of egg cakes. Isn''t Hu Xiaomei cheating people? She made me waste three jin of egg cakes just to hear a muffled sound."


    It was indeed Hu Xiaomei. Although Chen Men was surprised, she didn''t find it unexpected.


    Hu Xiaomei was a teacher at Yanguan Primary School and had been a good friend of Chen Men when she was in Yanguan Vige.


    She would be an excellent teacher at Yanguan Primary School in the future. And in her previous life, Hu Xiaomei did indeed marry Yan Xishanter, and they even had a son.


    Later, they met again. By that time, Chen Men was already the wife of the richest man in town. Hu Xiaomei even swore that she only started dating Yan Xishan after Chen Men had divorced him.


    Moreover, at that time, Yan Xishan had fallen on hard times due to a coal mine flooding and was in prison.


    Hu Xiaomei came to her crying, wanting her to pay to get Yan Xishan out of prison.


    Chen Men had considered Yan Xishan dead to her ever since he kicked Zhaodi and called her a money-losing goods. As for Hu Xiaomei, if it weren''t for her introducing herself as an excellent teacher and an old acquaintance, she wouldn''t have met her at all. When she heard that Hu Xiaomei hade to ask for money for Yan Xishan, she immediately called security and had them escort Hu Xiaomei out.


    There was nothing wrong with a teacher marrying a nouveau riche, but a teacher being a mistress was purely a moral failure. Chen Men felt that she should do something about this matter.


    However, the fact that Hu Xiaomei and Yan Xishan had once been caught in bed by her second brother could exin why the Second Sister-in-Law was afraid of her marrying into the city.


    She was probably afraid that if she married into the city again and met someone from Yanguan Vige, they might expose the tricks she and her second brother had yed.


    Very well, she was just worried about not having money to live in the city. She might as well collect the debt from her second brother and sister-inw first.


    Turning to leave first, Chen Men bought a jin of freshly baked egg cakes.


    Nowadays, the eggs were all from free-range chickens, and the milk was rich and pure. These egg cakes had a rich milk vor, tasted sweet, and were still steaming hot. The crust was crispy, and the inside was soft. One could never eat enough of them.


    Eating the egg cakes, she walked back to the vige about ten minutes ahead of the Second Sister-in-Law.


    As she was walking on the road, a motorcycle suddenly rushed out. On it was a clean, fresh-looking man with handsome features and a bright smile.


    This man was Lu Jingyu.


    He was also Chen Men''s second husband in her previous life.


    At first nce, Chen Men felt both angry and amused. In her previous life, one of her two ex-husbands was a famous nouveau riche in Xiping City, while the other would be the future richest man in Xiping City.


    When people in Xiping City mentioned her, who didn''t say she was born with a destiny to bring prosperity to her husbands?


    However, she had long forgotten about Yan Xishan and felt very unfamiliar with Lu Jingyu. Because in the first two years of their marriage, they saw each other every day, butter, when she was at home taking care of the children and being a housewife, and he was busy with his career outside, they grew further and further apart.


    The houses they lived in became bigger and more luxurious, but the home became emptier and colder.


    When asked about her outside, Lu Jingyu introduced her like this: "My wife is a rural woman. She used to be quite pretty, but as she''s gotten older and doesn''t care much about her appearance, she''s just ordinary now. She''s hardworking, honest, and good at managing the household. She''s what people call a in Jane, but I have the utmost respect for her because she''s a person of impable moral character."


    What a pleasant-sounding statement, belittling her to nothing while elevating his own moral standards to an unprecedented height.


    Who wouldn''t praise Lu Jingyu as a good man after hearing that?


    But when Chen Men saw Lu Jingyu on TV saying this, she considered this man dead to her as well.


    "Men, I heard today that you got married?" Lu Jingyu asked, trying to sound casual as his motorcycle puttered along.


    "I married into the city, to a policeman," Chen Men said calmly, suppressing her pounding heart.


    The man in front of her would be the richest man in Xiping City in the future, developing countless real estate projects, allowing her to live in luxurious mansions and vis in every corner of Xiping City. But she didn''t care for that anymore. She wanted to live a different kind of life.


    "A policeman is pretty good, but I heard that policeman already has two children of his own. With you bringing one more, three children, it won''t be easy to make ends meet," Lu Jingyu said.


    "Any kind of life is still a life to be lived," Chen Men said candidly.


    She quickened her pace, leaving the future richest man of Xiping City far behind.


    In her previous life, although he didn''t have a bunch of illegitimate children and mistresses like other rich men, in his eyes, she was always a in and vulgar housewife.


    He only remembered his own glory, but not how many times her ideas had helped him ovee life-and-death crises at critical turning points in his career, nor did he remember how hard it was for her to take care of three children at home while he was busy outside.


    In this life, she wished him a bright future.


    Just as she reached the vige entrance, Zhaodi, dressed in a pink gauze skirt like a little princess, was already dancing and jumping.


    The moment she saw her mother, the little girl threw herself into Chen Men''s arms like a cannonball.


    The little girl ran up to her, first giving her mother a big hug, then suddenly turned around, picked up a stone, and threw it at Yinbao behind her, grinning, "See? My mom didn''t leave me behind and go away. She''s back, and she''ll definitely take me with her."


    She had left without saying goodbye in the morning, and Zhaodi thought she had quietly left. Look how scared the child was.


    A group of children behind them looked dejected as Chen Men red at them fiercely. They turned and ran into the woods like wild dogs.


    Holding her mother''s hand, Zhaodi bounced along like a butterfly.


    "Here, have some egg cakes. Mom bought the egg cakes I promised you," Chen Men said with a smile, holding out the egg cakes.


    How absurd! In her previous life, just because Lu Jingyu said it would be difficult for the children from two families to get along, she had actually left Zhaodi at her parents'' home for a full three months. She still remembered when she finally picked up Zhaodi, the child was holding those dried-out egg cakes in her arms, her face a mix of shock and joy as she burst into tears and threw herself into her mother''s arms.


    The fragrance of the egg cakes was so rich and intense. The vige children all wanted to snatch them, to steal her egg cakes to eat, but she was like a wolf cub, fighting anyone who tried to take them, protecting the bag of egg cakes until her mother returned.


    Her craving for food was nted at that time.


    "Mom, egg cakes really are better than spicy strips," Zhaodi eximed after taking a big bite.


    This bite was worth it for the child. Her mouth and heart were filled with satisfaction.


    Her mother walked slowly behind, while she ran ahead, leaping lightly like a little butterfly.


    Her two cousins looked at her, enviously grinding their teeth. When Chen Men gave each of them an egg cake, the two little girls nked Zhaodi and took her to y.


    In the northern countryside, as July''s midsummer arrived, the scorching sun became a fireball, zing in the sky. Various crops rapidly matured, and people worked from dawn to dusk, hastily eating a few bites before burying themselves in the fields again. By the time they looked up, it was another starry night.


    Not to mention how Chen Degong and his wife had to do the work of two families, making them even more exhausted.


    Seeing Men enter the millet field, Zhou Qiaofang, who was busy harvesting millet, smiled and said, "Our Men is about to get married again. You shouldn''t work anymore. Go home and rest for a couple of days, take care of your skin. You''re returning to the city this time, we can''t let the city folks think you look too rural."


    Looking at how beautiful her sister-inw had be, Zhou Qiaofang thought about how that Yan Xishan didn''t want her anymore. He must be blind.


    Zhou Qiaofang wanted to nurture her sister-inw to be fair-skinned and beautiful, to marry a police officer and return to Yanguan Vige, making that bastard Yan Xishan regret his decision.


    Chen Jiangong also said, "There''s nothing much for you to do in the fields. Go, go home and rest."


    Chen Men picked up a sickle and started harvesting millet on her own.


    As she worked, she said with a smile, "Brother, when our family built the new house while I was still in the city, I paid for it. My second brother hasn''t built a new house yet. He must be unhappy about it, right? Has he said anything to you?"


    Chen Degong''s face, already purple-red from the sun, darkened further. "You''ve done enough by helping your eldest brother build a house. I''m grateful in my heart, even if I don''t say it out loud. Your second brother isn''t your real brother. You didn''t build him any house. If he''s unhappy about this, he''s got a heart of stone."


    "That''s right, you helping us build a house is a huge favor. We''ll pay you back sooner orter. If your Second Sister-in-Law makes a fuss about it, I''ll scold her for you," the eldest sister-inw chimed in.


    Chen Men said calmly, "I found 10,000 yuan in Second Sister-in-Law''s clothes chest. Today at the market, I happened to overhear her making a phone call to a woman... It seems that my second brother and his wife have been scheming against me together with Yan Xishan and his mistress."


    Before Chen Men could finish, Chen Degong immediately said, "Are you saying your second brother only pretended to be beaten by Yan Xishan, that he wasn''t actually beaten and is just faking being sick? That''s impossible. Your second brother isn''t that kind of person."


    Really not?


    Of course, the eldest brother didn''t believe it. After all, they were brothers who grew up together. Though they didn''t share the same father, they were cousins, grandchildren of the same grandfather. How could the second brother do such a deceitful thing?


    The eldest brother was honest and refused to believe it.


    But Zhou Qiaofang remembered Second Sister-in-Law''s gold bracelet and the leather shoes on Yinbao''s feet. A surge of anger suddenly rose in her heart. She grabbed a sickle and headed straight for the second brother''s house.


    Entering the door, Zhou Qiaofang stormed in fiercely, heading straight for the clothes chest. With two loud bangs, she smashed the locks.


    Not to mention how the second brother, pretending to be sick in bed, was startled and jumped up, trying to stop her. The eldest sister-inw had already found a stack of hundred-yuan bills in the chest.


    That wasn''t all. Among the bills was a folded paper. When she opened it, the eldest sister-inw was stunned. The amount written on it was 9,700.


    How could a family of farmers who relied on the weather for their livelihood save up so much money?


    Soon after, the eldest brother also entered. He happened to see Chen Dejun, frightened, jump to the ground, shaking like a sieve. Seeing his elder brother enter with a sickle, Chen Dejun ran off.


    Chen Degong, holding a sickle, saw Chen Dejun run out and chased after him.


    Back then, if it wasn''t for the second brother saying he had his kidney damaged by someone Yan Xishan sent, and Men being so frightened that she chose to swallow her anger, would Chen Degong have let it go? Would he not have helped Men fight for morepensation?


    It had been several months now.


    Men, the two of them, and even their son Jinbao, who was only twelve this year, had their shoulders worn raw. They worked on the farm every day, helping the second brother and his wife harvest crops. After wheat, they harvested millet, then potatoes, then buckwheat.


    So it turned out that the second brother and his wife had taken money from Yan Xishan and sold out their own sister.


    The second brother''s wife was one thing - stupid, shrewish, and unreasonable, a shrew.


    But the second brother was an honest man. How could he do such a thing? If Chen Degong didn''t draw his blood today, he would change his surname from Chen.

 Chapter 8

    The evening sunset bathed the millet fields in a golden glow. The ripe millet, unable to withstand the scorching sun, burst open and quietly leapt, burying itself in the soil.


    At the vige entrance, the postman''s bicycle sped by, stopping at Chen Degong''s doorway. At first nce, one could see a man and a woman sitting in the courtyard, with a boy standing beside them, looking as if they were in mourning. Another man stood holding a gleaming sickle in one hand and a dry tobo pipe in the other, his eyes as red as if he were about tomit murder.


    The scene was somewhat frightening.


    "Is Chen Men here? I have a registered letter for you," the postman called out softly, swallowing hard.


    Zhaodi had already run out. "Uncle, who''s the letter for?"


    "It''s from Xiping City. The postmark says it''s from the Public Security Bureau, Jindong Road Branch."


    The postman wanted to see some drama, but Chen Degong motioned for Jinbao to close the courtyard gate.


    He guessed it was from Yan Zhao. Watching Chen Men open the registered letter, he tapped his pipe on his foot and asked anxiously, "What does he say?"


    In the registered letter, Yan Zhao said that they would meet early in the morning three dayster at the Jinyang County bus station. He asked Chen Men to prepare her ID card, introduction letter, household registration certificate, and the "Homestead Transfer Certificate."


    Hearing this, Chen Degong felt slightly relieved and finally blew out a smoke ring.


    At least the house could be transferred to his sister''s name, so she wouldn''t be left with nothing.


    The Second Brother thought his older brother was no longer angry and tried to stand up, putting on a smile. "Isn''t this great? Yan Zhao is no worse than Yan Xishan. Our Men can return to the city again, can''t she?"


    As a result, Chen Degong''s arm whipped out, and his tobo pipe flew towards his Second Brother.


    With a smack, the pipe hit the Second Brother''s head. With another smack, blood sttered from his balding forehead.


    The Second Sister-in-Law let out a cry of shock, hugging Yinbao and bursting into loud sobs.


    Chen Jianjun covered his forehead and said in a muffled voice, "Big Brother, what are you doing? I made a mistake, but isn''t Men remarrying well? Men helped you build a house, but she didn''t help me build one. At the time, I thought even if Yan Xishan gave the money to Men, she would definitely give it to me to build a house, so I just took it myself. I didn''t do anything wrong."


    Look at him, not only did he not feel the slightest bit of remorse, but he acted as if it was perfectly justified.


    Chen Degong was so angry he almost jumped up again, the sickle about to fly out of his hand, but Chen Men held him back.


    In fact, the Second Brother wasn''t wrong; the person who was wrong was herself.


    When you''re too good to people, it bes a habit, and they don''t appreciate you. Instead, they think it''s natural for you to help them.


    So, one has to be a bit selfish in life.


    Chen Men also made up her mind that in this life, she would help her older brother and sister-inw as much as she could within her means, but for people like her Second Brother, she would let him rot in the countryside. She would never help him again, not even once.


    Without a word, she gathered all the money, bankbooks, and her and Zhaodi''s clothes from her Second Brother''s house.


    Chen Degong was also helping his sister check her clothes. He sighed and said, "Men, we''ve let you down. Keep this money for yourself. It''s not easy for remarried couples to live together. If Yan Zhao turns out to be no good, tell your brother immediately. This time, I won''t let you suffer anymore."


    Chen Men took a stack of money and picked out the bankbook, then looked down and asked her Second Sister-in-Law, "What''s the password for the bankbook?"


    "What password? I don''t understand. I don''t know," the Second Sister-in-Law still tried to y dumb.


    Chen Men said, "It''s a four-digit password. If you don''t know, I''ll take your ID card to report the bankbook as lost, and I can still withdraw the money."


    Withdrawing money with a password had only started this year, and initially, the password was only four digits. The bankbook was nothing; the Second Sister-in-Law had been pretending to be meek and weak all along, her eyes darting around. She was definitely nning to use the ID card to report the bankbook as lost and secretly apply for a new one.


    The money would still be hers in the future.


    Chen Degong''s newly sharpened sickle gleamed coldly, about to press against her neck.


    "4328, is that good enough?" the Second Sister-in-Law shrieked, tucking her neck between her legs.


    If she hadn''t spoken, her head would have been cut off by Chen Degong.


    After all thismotion, did all the money end up belonging to Men?


    The Second Sister-in-Law wailed heartbrokenly, her voice so loud that it drew all the vigers to quietly peek through their door cracks to watch the drama.


    The Second Brother buried his head even lower, stuffing it between his legs. Even now, he couldn''t understand why Men couldn''t just take the money directly since she had used it to build a house for her anyway.


    It was Men who had changed, and his older brother who had changed. This wasn''t his fault.


    ...


    It was toote that day, so early the next morning, Chen Men took Zhaodi to Jinyang County. Using the password, she withdrew 9,700 yuan from the bankbook, added it to the 9,300 yuan in cash, making a total of 18,000 yuan, and deposited it in the bank.


    She kept the remaining 1,000 yuan in her bag for immediate use.


    In the small county town of thete 1980s, businesses were springing up like bamboo shoots after rain, with a wide variety of goods. The popr snacks of today like spicy leather, spicy strips, dried squid, and small octopus pieces weren''t packaged yet but sold in bulk, and they were made with good oil and seasonings.


    Disyed in ss cases were bright red-oiled spicy leather and beef tendon, adorned with sesame seeds and fennel, with a parsley leaf on top. The red and greenplemented each other, making one''s mouth water. They were also good value for money, with five mao buying several pieces.


    Peopleing to town would buy spicy strips here and steamed buns there. They would open the hot, snow-white, fluffy buns and stuff the bright red spicy strips inside. One bite, and the soft, chewy, delicious vors would explode in their mouths.


    They first bought two steamed buns, stuffed them with spicy strips like everyone else to satisfy their cravings, and then the mother and daughter set off to explore the town.


    The sound of a Hong Kong martial arts film echoed from the video hall, surrounded by a crowd of people who couldn''t afford to go in. They all stood with their mouths agape, imagining the exciting scenes based on the sounds alone.


    The barbershop''s sign read "Haircuts, Shaves, and Corn Removal," with a single razor used for shaving heads and removing corns. Outside, a tape recorder was ying the theme song from "Shaolin Temple": "The sun rises over Songshan Valley, the morning bell startles the birds..."


    Zhaodi, holding her mother''s hand, passed by the barbershop and couldn''t help but start singing: "In the morning, the stream gurgles, green grass on the slopes, wild fruits fragrant and mountain flowers pretty, dogs jumping and sheep running."


    Someone who heard her said with a smile, "Oh, this little girl sings quite well. What a sweet voice."


    Zhaodi bashfully covered her mouth and looked up at Chen Men. "Mama, did I sing well?"


    This girl had had a nightingale''s voice since she was little and had once wanted to learn singing. But Lu Jingyu always said Zhaodi''s singing wasn''t as good as his own Erniu''s, and whenever Zhaodi sang, Lu Jingyu would frown and look displeased.


    Zhaodi understood better than Chen Men whose approval she needed to survive, so she stopped singing after that.


    Later, Erniu became a singer, and Zhaodi became a sessful businesswoman. Whenever Erniu performed on stage, a look of indescribable envy and longing would appear on Zhaodi''s face.


    It was then that Chen Men realized if she had encouraged her daughter a little and put some effort into nurturing her talent, she might have be a singer too.


    "Our Zhaodi sings so well. After we move to the city, Mama will enroll you in a music ss. We''ll study music seriously, okay?" She said, gently shaking Zhaodi''s little wrist.


    "Really? Mama, you seem different, better than before," Zhaodi said, looking up.


    Chen Men said softly, "Mama will try harder to be even better to Zhaodi in the future."


    She was about to have two more children, but she was no longer the woman from her previous life who would pour her heart out to her stepchildren and bepletely devoted to her husband.


    In this life, while it would continue, she would give all her love to Zhaodi alone.


    As long as Zhaodi was willing to work hard, she would definitely nurture her into a singer.


    With a total of 800 yuan in cash, walking through the streets of the value-for-money 1990s, Chen Men felt like a millionaire.


    Further ahead was a braised chicken stall.


    The chickens were all free-range,rge and plump, rolling in a big iron pot, filling the air with a delicious aroma. But while many people looked, few bought.


    After all, in an era where the average monthly sry was only 400 to 500 yuan, people who wanted to improve their diet tended to buy pork rather than chicken. Pork had more fat, could be used for stir-frying, and could be eaten on its own. For the same amount of money, pork couldst for three meals, while chicken would be gone in one.


    Zhaodi hesitated in front of the braised chicken stall, and Chen Men''s mouth also filled with saliva.


    "Boss, how much for a chicken?" she asked.


    "Are you talking to me? What''s this ''boss'' thing? That''s new. Eight yuan for one chicken," the vendor said with augh.


    In those days, it was still fashionable to call people rade" rather than "boss."


    "Give me two," Chen Men said decisively.


    Tworge roasted chickens?


    This was quite a big order. The roasted chicken vendor''s hands were shaking as he poked and prodded, selecting the two fattest andrgest chickens. He carefully wiped them clean, wrapped them in oiled paper, and gently ced them in Chen Men''s small bamboo basket.


    Chen Men still needed to buy herself two new outfits.


    After returning to her parents'' home, she had brought plenty of clothes, but her Second Sister-in-Law had secretly stolen them all, wearing them out and tearing them up.


    In her previous life, when she remarried, she could barely afford clothes to cover herself. For many years at Lu Jingyu''s house, she couldn''t hold her head high. This time, for her new marriage, she wanted to dress beautifully.


    In her memory, there weren''t many good clothes in the ''80s and ''90s, but that wasn''t actually the case.


    In those years, there was a wide variety of fabrics, and the market hadn''t been flooded yet. The old state-owned factories produced high-quality fabrics that filled the entire market, and they were both good and cheap.


    Like mushrooms after rain, many small ready-to-wear clothing shops popped up in the county town. They all made clothes modeled after what Hong Kong and Taiwan celebrities wore, and some tailors'' skills were no worse than future big brands.


    Chen Men visited several shops and chose a pale blue shirt from one store, along with a pair of Dacron knee-length shorts. Paired together with a belt at the waist, it was the casual style that woulde back into fashion in 2020, after a 30-year cycle.


    "Mom looks so beautiful. Can we buy this whole set?" Zhaodi worried, afraid her mother might not make the purchase.


    To her surprise, her mother waved her hand grandly: "Ring it all up. How much for this set?"


    The tailor, a middle-aged woman, looked Chen Men up and down for a long time. Suddenly, she went out and came back with a camera. She gestured for Chen Men not to move and snapped several photos before saying, "I want to use your photos as a model. You don''t mind, do you? No one has ever made my clothes look this beautiful. I want to hang these on my wall for people to see."


    "I can try on more outfits for you to take more photos. Would you give me this set of clothes for free in return?" Chen Men understood ¨C the shop owner wanted to use her as a model.


    She might as well negotiate a little benefit for herself.


    This was the first time Chen Men, a lifelong housewife, had earned money on her own, and she was particrly excited.


    "Of course, why not?" In the early days of reform and opening up, people were especially honest and straightforward.


    The owner simply closed the tailor shop door and had Chen Men change into one outfit after another, taking photos.


    They wouldn''t know how the photos turned out until they were developed.


    But the shop owner was thrilled, constantly praising Chen Men as a perfect clothes hanger, looking good in everything.


    When it was time to leave, she insisted on giving Chen Men a creamy white dress, along with a pair of stic sandals, and even added a small ss brooch to Zhaodi''s little floral dress.


    Looking in therge mirror, although her skin was a bit pale and reddened from sun exposure, the woman in the reflection was both fashionable and beautiful, nothing like the lonely, pale, rich but deste olddy she had been in her previous life.


    For the first time since her rebirth, Chen Men realized that she was beautiful too.


    Looking at Zhaodi''s sweet face in her pretty bubble princess dress, a term suddenly came to Chen Men''s mind: hot mama.


    She had transformed from a miserable divorced woman into a fashionable hot mama.


    The vige was still the same as always ¨C cicadas chirping, frogs croaking, children''s noisy voices, and the farmers in the fields, working silently and sweating profusely.


    Today, Chen Degong had thrown all of his second brother''s foxtail millet back into his field and gathered his own millet in the courtyard.


    The yard was full of millet, and he was leading Jinbao, Zhenzhu, and Baozhu in threshing it with ils.


    Rural children had to work from a young age. Jinbao, the oldest at fourteen, might bezy usually, but he was skilled at farm work.


    Seeing Chen Men, Jinbao called out "Aunt" and came to help her with her bags and pour her some hot water.


    Zhenzhu and Baozhu were captivated by their aunt''s beautiful clothes, gazing at her greedily and following her closely.


    "Jinbao, go call your mother. Let''s all eat chicken together," Chen Men said with a smile.


    "Eat... eat what?" Jinbao repeated, thinking he had misheard.


    Zhaodi took out arge roasted chicken from the basket: "Yinbao''s family eats their chicken in secret, but we''ll eat ours together." And there wasn''t just one, but two!


    Now it was Yinbao''s family''s turn to smell the aroma from across the wall and drool.


    Smelling the fragrance of the roasted chicken, Chen Degong couldn''t help feeling emotional: "Men, your brother has let you down. You''ll have to walk your own path from now on. I can''t help you anymore. What do you n to do?"


    What to do?


    Of course, it was time to hurry back to the city and settle down.


    Having unexpectedly be a model and earned several beautiful outfits, Chen Men felt unprecedentedly confident.

 Chapter 9

    The chicken, braised for a long time, had its tendons and membranes fully melted, making it vorful. Yet it still retained a chewy texture, bursting with oily fragrance when bitten into.


    However, everyone searched but couldn''t find the eldest sister-inw.


    "She couldn''t have gone to the fields to pick millet grains, could she? It''s sote, why isn''t she home yet?" Chen Degong said as he tore off arge chicken leg, put it in a bowl, then tore off another and gave it to Chen Men. "Let''s eat our share, no need to worry about your sister-inw."


    It was rare to have chicken, so he let the children eat first while he went to look for her.


    The children were eager but, with their mother not home, they didn''t feel right eating. They looked at Chen Men expectantly.


    "You go ahead and eat, I''ll go find your aunt," Chen Men said, taking a chicken leg and eating as she walked out the door.


    The moonlight was clear, illuminating the vast, t fields as far as the eye could see.


    A glimpse of the eldest sister-inw''s figure shed by, heading towards the direction of the old house. Beside her was a slender figure in a dress with permed hair.


    Chen Men had a vague feeling that it might be the eldest sister-inw''s younger sister, Zhou Xueqin.


    Sure enough, the two women stopped by the small river and began talking.


    "Have you gone mad? Leaving your own children hungry at your parents'' home while buying things for some good-for-nothing''s kids?" This was Zhou Qiaofang, her voice filled with exasperation.


    The other woman, whose dress fluttered in the night breeze, surprisingly replied, "Sister, you should get rid of those old-fashioned ideas. I can manage my own life, I don''t need you to interfere."


    It was indeed Zhou Xueqin''s voice.


    Before Chen Men could get a better look, Zhou Xueqin waded across the river and disappeared into the woods on the other side.


    "If Lu Jingyu ever bes the richest man in Xiping City, I''ll eat eight jin of shit!" the eldest sister-inw shouted, her voice full of anguish.


    Chen Men stopped in her tracks, thinking to herself, this isn''t right. Zhou Xueqin had just divorced Yan Zhao, how could she already be involved with Lu Jingyu?


    She didn''t remember this happening in her previous life. Both Lu Jingyu and Zhou Xueqin were acquaintances of hers, but they didn''t know each other.


    Moreover, she suddenly recalled that in her previous life, Zhou Xueqin''s divorce from Yan Zhao didn''t happen until several yearster.


    And now, how coincidental was it that Zhou Qiaofang had introduced Yan Zhao to her?


    Could it be that Zhou Xueqin had also been reborn?


    The thought of her own rebirth shed through her mind, and surprisingly, Chen Men wasn''t shocked at all.


    Reborn or not, let her pursue him if she wants. Lu Jingyu was a man Chen Men didn''t want, and she couldn''t care less about him.


    Zhou Qiaofang was nearly driven mad with anger. Zhou Xueqin''s own children didn''t even have a decent pair of shoes, were starving and being beaten at their grandparents'' home, yet she had bought a pair of brand new, fashionable spiked shoes for each of Lu Jingyu''s two children.


    She must have gone crazy, absolutely insane.


    Abandoning her own children at her parents'' home while buying shoes for someone else''s kids - she must be cursed!


    Turning around, Zhou Qiaofang was startled again: "Men, what are you doing here?"


    "We''re all having chicken together, waiting for you too," Chen Men said, then walked away first.


    Although Zhou Qiaofang was indeed good to her sister-inw, people always have their own biases. She had always thought that her younger sister Xueqin had a better figure and was prettier. Of course, she was once the belle of the textile factory, hand-picked by the factory leaders as a marriage match for an outstanding military officer with a glorious war record.


    Whenparing her sister-inw to her younger sister, she would always find fault, feeling that Chen Men''s beauty was rustic and not fashionable enough.


    But at this moment, in the hazy moonlight, looking at Men''s stylish shirt and shorts, with the shirt even tucked into the pants, her waist so slender and lithe.


    Zhou Qiaofang suddenly felt that Men might be even more beautiful than Zhou Xueqin.


    Her own sister was behaving so poorly, what could she do?


    She didn''t want to, but her sister-inw was kind-hearted and well-behaved, so how could her heart not lean towards her?


    After taking a cool shower, Chen Men washed Zhaodi''s little dress squeaky clean, and also rinsed her own new clothes, pinning them outside the window to be gently blown by the soft evening breeze.


    She gathered all their old clothes together. Zhaodi''s were still okay, but hers were all tattered, like a pile of cotton waste, all needing to be thrown away.


    However, there was one floral shirt, old-fashioned but made of good fabric, with a particrly pretty pattern.


    She couldn''t bear to throw it away.


    Chen Men stared at the new dress for a while, then cut open the floral shirt, first sewing a belt, then adding a floral trim to the cor and half-sleeves of the dress. When she put it on and tied a butterfly knot at the waist, the dress became ayered fake two-piece, no longer in, suddenly looking beautiful.


    Zhaodi was too hot to sleep, tossing and turning in bed. Suddenly she looked up and saw her mother in the floral, beautiful dress, her loose hair ck as a waterfall. She immediately eximed, "Mom, you''re even prettier than the actresses on TV. Liu Xiaoqing and Gong Li aren''t as beautiful as you."


    The popr movies now were "Red Sorghum" and "Yellow Earth", and the popr stars were beauties like Liu Xiaoqing and Gong Li.


    In Zhaodi''s eyes, her mother outshone them all, looking beautiful no matter how she looked at her.


    Chen Men didn''t believe it at first, but catching her reflection in the ss window, she suddenly realized that this dress really did make her look like a beauty.


    "Go to sleep, my beautiful little girl," she said softly, hugging Zhaodi and suppressing the joy in her heart.


    Zhou Qiaofang hadn''t stopped her sister yesterday, and this morning she went to the old house at dawn, only to be nearly driven to madness.


    Because Zhou Xueqin hadn''te homest night, she had stayed at Lu Jingyu''s house.


    She had thrown away all dignity and virtue just to marry a good-for-nothing.


    In contrast, Chen Men had worn new clothes yesterday, and this morning she had changed into another dress. The floral belt on the dress caught the attention of Zhenzhu and Baozhu, who followed behind her calling "Auntie" this and "Auntie" that.


    Young girls love all beautiful things. They couldn''t bear to let their aunt in such a pretty dress fetch water, so the two of them carried a bucket together, bringing water from the river to the house, bucket by bucket.


    Zhou Qiaofang was already in a foul mood, and at this moment, her second sister-inw passed by the door and couldn''t resist taking a jab at her: "If Men remarries and moves to the city with two thousand yuan in her pocket, yet doesn''t leave even a tattered piece of clothing for you, Zhenzhu, and Baozhu, don''t you feel shortchanged, eldest sister-inw?"


    The eldest sister-inw looked at the beautiful floral dress Men was wearing and was stunned: Had Men taken apart her most beautiful shirt to make a dress?


    If it weren''t for Zhou Xueqin''s outrageous behavior beforehand, the eldest sister-inw would probably have felt bitter, thinking Men should have left that shirt for her.


    But with her own sister behaving so shamefully, blindly wanting to be a stepmother to a good-for-nothing''s two unruly children, while her sister-inw had to raise her nephews instead, what was one piece of clothing? As long as Men was happy, her two nephews would have good days ahead.


    "I''m just a country woman, I''mfortable in my cotton vest, I don''t care for fancy shirts," the eldest sister-inw coldly retorted. "Instead of wasting your breath, go harvest your own grain and stop being an eyesore in front of my house."


    The second sister-inw had already lost all her money to Chen Men, and her husband''s head had been cracked open by Chen Degong, truly putting him out ofmission this time.


    When you''ve got nothing left to lose, you fear nothing. Today, she was determined to cause trouble for the eldest brother''s family, even if it cost her life.


    Seeing Zhaodie out wearing a floral dress, she immediately said, "Zhaodi, you''re in for some hard days ahead. Those two kids in Yan Zhao''s family are as fierce as can be, be careful they don''t beat you to death."


    Zhaodi had been cheerful just a moment ago, but hearing the second aunt''s words, her face immediately showed fear, and she looked timidly at Chen Men.


    Jinbao, being an honest child, chimed in, "The younger one even likes to bite people. Zhaodi, you better be careful not to get bitten by him."


    Yan Zhao''s two sons were Jinbao''s cousins, and he had seen them when visiting his grandfather''s house.


    If he said they were fierce, those two children must indeed be fierce.


    Fortunately, Zhaodi wasn''t afraid of this. She clenched her little fists, the little girl looking fierce herself: "If they hit me, can''t I hit them back? I''ll try hard to eat more and grow strong, and defeat anyone who wants to bully my mom."


    No matter that she was just a little girl, she would never admit defeat.


    Chen Men, who had been tidying up in the courtyard, quickly walked out. With swift hands, she snatched the gold bracelet from the second sister-inw''s wrist and yanked off her gold ne.


    Pointing at the shoes on the second sister-inw''s feet, she said sternly, "These were bought with my money too, weren''t they? Take them off."


    "You..." Second Sister-inw let out a shrill cry, turning to flee, but Zhou Qiaofang stepped on her shoe and gave her a push. She then picked up the white sneakers from the ground and tossed them onto the ceiling beam.


    Chen Men continued pointing at her nose, saying, "Yan Xishan is a coal baron. A coal mine is worth at least 400,000 to 500,000 yuan now. He has two mines, worth over a million. His annual profit is at least 200,000 yuan. I''m already divorced, so I won''t say much, but Hu Xiaomei is much smarter than you. She used 20,000 yuan to snag a millionaire, and you even helped her. Second Sister-inw, tell me, aren''t you just stupid?"


    It wasn''t an exaggeration - Yan Xishan''s coal mines were that profitable now.


    Second Sister-inw shrieked again: "You..." but she stammered.


    "If you''ve got the guts, go make trouble for Hu Xiaomei or Yan Xishan. Why are you getting all sour and teary-eyed here? Or are you just a bully at home, only daring to raise your fists against your own people?" Chen Men added.


    Second Sister-inw immediately raised her voice: "I''m not afraid of anyone. I''ll tear Hu Xiaomei''s face apart sooner orter."


    That''s more like it. Let the dogs fight each other. Let Second Sister-inw go make trouble for Hu Xiaomei first.


    Chen Men didn''t care about that man Yan Xishan, but she did care about the students at Yanguan Primary School. She didn''t want Hu Xiaomei to keep misleading the children.


    First Sister-inw, worried that her sister-inw might harbor ill feelings towards her two nephews because of Second Sister-inw''s words, followed to exin: "Men, those two kids aren''t bad, they''re just not very promising. In the future, sister-inw will rely on you to help raise them."


    Chen Men hadn''t met Yan Zhao''s two sons in her previous life, but she had heard many people talk about them. One was sickly, and the other was a good-for-nothing. They were useless things.


    Even their own mother didn''t acknowledge them, always cursing them. They did sound quite useless.


    But Chen Men felt quite calm about it. After all, she didn''t have high hopes for her next marriage.


    At noon, they went to the production brigade to get introduction letters and household registration certificates.


    As soon as they got the certificates and left the brigade office, a middle-aged woman stopped Chen Men. The woman''s face was full of excitement: "Little Chen, do you remember me? I took your photo yesterday. Guess how many sets of clothes I sold today?"


    ...


    "Early this morning, I put up your photo, and I sold twenty sets of clothes in one go." It was the tailor shop owner from yesterday, exaggeratedly holding up ten fingers. She grabbed Chen Men''s hand: "Come on, let''s take more photos. I''ll pay you a sry from now on."


    If she couldn''t be a rich man''s wife in this life, of course, she had to earn money herself. But Chen Men hadn''t figured out how to make money yet, and now money wasing to find her?


    However, the most important thing now was housing, and in this small county town, Chen Men could barely pass as a model. In a big city, she''d be a nobody. So she wasn''t carried away, thinking she could make a living as a model.


    But more friends meant more opportunities.


    Chen Men left her address in the city with this woman named Li Hongmei, saying she was very busy and couldn''t help her at the moment, but if she really wanted to find her to model, she coulde to Xiping City in the future.


    When Li Hongmei heard this, she became even more excited, her face beaming: "So you''re from the big city? There''s no future in our small county town. I''ve been thinking about trying my luck in Xiping City too. When I make up my mind to go to Xiping City, you''ll be the first person I look for. Let''s conquer the world together."


    "Alright, let''s conquer the world together," Chen Men sped her hand in agreement.


    Early the next morning, still in a shirt and shorts, Chen Men wrapped a scarf around her head to protect from the sun. She dressed Zhaodi in another white chiffon dress, with the ss brooch gleaming in the morning sunlight.


    At the vige entrance, Zhaodi looked back at Zhenzhu and Baozhu, who were reluctant to part. Seeing her two sisters crying, she finally realized she was going back to the city and that she was about to have a new father. She began to worry: "Mom, do you think the new dad will dislike me and hit me?"


    "If he dares to hit you, Mom will beat him up just like I beat up Yan Xishan, and divorce him immediately."


    "Let''s not do that. My old dad used to hit me too, and kick me, and call me a little brat. I can endure it," Zhaodi stopped and said softly.


    Her life as an only child, always under her mother''s smiling gaze, was about to end today.


    It was still for the sake of giving her a better life that her mother was remarrying, but Chen Men couldn''t be negligent like in her past life, letting her daughter suffer so many grievances from a young age, struggling to grow up, only to end up protecting her in return.


    Turning around and kneeling in front of her daughter, she said emphatically: "Mom was brave enough to divorce the father who hit you. Isn''t Zhaodi as brave as Mom? Whether you''re hit or scolded, whether it''s by the new dad or new brothers, Zhaodi must be brave and tell Mom. Mom will talk to them, understand?"


    Seeing her mother kneeling on the ground, with a serious face and eyes full of courage, Zhaodi took a deep breath and said, "Mm!"


    A daughter who wasn''t brave wouldn''t be worthy of such a brave mother.


    First, Chen Degong would take them to the county town by bicycle. At the bus station in the county town, Yan Zhao would pick them up.


    As soon as they arrived at the bus station, Chen Men saw Yan Zhao.


    He wore a pure cotton green shirt and olive-colored trousers, with a shield emblem on his belt - this was the police uniform belt. He was wearing the current police uniform.


    He had once been a soldier and was now about to be a policeman. That unique temperament made him stand out in the crowd. His hands hung naturally at his sides, holding a certain strength, as he stared intently at the diverse crowding and going, scrutinizing every suspicious-looking person with the gaze of someone looking for criminals.


    When he saw Chen Men and Zhaodi pass by, his eyes remained calm and he actually looked away.


    This fashionable mother-daughter pair looked vastly different from the little country bumpkin with braids and the rural woman in a floral shirt from three days ago.


    Chen Men deliberately walked in front of Yan Zhao a couple of times, but he still didn''t recognize her.


    ...


    At the same time, across the river, as the morning mist rose, in a courtyard with only two dpidated mud houses, Zhou Xueqin climbed out of bed with her hair looking like a bird''s nest. After sleeping on the kang bed all night, her whole body was stiff.


    Just as she got off the kang, she almost stepped on the chamber pot on the floor. She was stunned for a while before realizing that she had married herself off to the future richest man in Xiping City.


    In the courtyard, chickens were clucking and pigs were rooting around. Lu Jingyu had gotten up early and gone who knows where.


    This was so different from Yan Zhao. Yan Zhao was a soldier, and although he was silent and umunicative, he was very good at housework.


    Whenever he was home, as long as Zhou Xueqin got up, he would even have water ready for her to brush her teeth. But such a man had no prospects. A real man shouldn''t bother with trivial matters.


    Housework should be done by women.


    Zhou Xueqin stood in the courtyard for a while, took a deep breath, and went to wash the children''s chamber pots.


    Just wait, Lu Jingyu would be rich soon.

 Chapter 10

    Chen Jiangong called out "Captain Yan," and Yan Zhao suddenly turned around.


    Looking at his face, Chen Men''s mind conjured eight words: face as calm as water, eyes like cold stars.


    Chen Jiangong grasped Yan Zhao''s hand and said, "My sister has been without parents since childhood, and we brothers have mistreated her terribly, but you must treat her well. If you don''t treat her well..."


    ncing at his watch, then at the bus, and again at the jostling crowd, although the bus was about to depart, Yan Zhao still patiently listened to Chen Degong''s rambling.


    However, at that moment, a sudden cry came from the crowd: "Zhaodi, where are you, Zhaodi?"


    Chen Men thought it was her own Zhaodi who was lost and hurriedly clutched her daughter tightly to her chest.


    Yan Zhao simultaneously broke free from Chen Jiangong''s grip, took long strides through the crowd, lifted up a little girl, and called out loudly to the woman who had just been crying out, "Comrade, is this your child?"


    It turned out someone had lost a child also named Zhaodi.


    A pregnant woman pushed through the crowd, rushed over, and immediately pped the girl''s face: "You little wretch, I told you to hold onto your brothers, and instead you go and get yourself lost."


    There were two even smaller girls, like newly fledged birds, clinging tightly to the woman''s clothes.


    The one who had been pped endured the cold or pitying gazes of those around her, and like a gentlemb, obediently took hold of her two sisters'' hands.


    But things got even more chaotic. Just as the onlookers were about to disperse, suddenly a man grabbed the pregnant woman and shoved her towards the long-distance bus: "Quick, run! The county family nning office people areing to catch us!"


    The three little girls, like mice at a mouse wedding, neither crying nor calling out, agile and quick, scrambled onto the bus one after another.


    It turned out this was a real-life version of an over-birth guerri squad.


    Just at this moment, as the bus was about to leave, Yan Zhao suddenly reached out, grabbing Zhaodi with one hand and Chen Men with the other. Before she could react, he had scooped them up onto the bus like catching chickens.


    The family nning office people had already charged into the bus station, brandishing megaphones, banging on the bus doors, threatening the driver to stop.


    The over-birth guerri family huddled together, wailing and howling, continuously begging the driver to leave quickly. The woman and three children even knelt down.


    This was an era of "one person sterilized, the whole family honored." The family nning office was even worse than theter urban management officers, the most hated by people. Everyone on the bus was shouting at the driver to go.


    The driver kept honking his horn, crashing through the family nning office people. The bus roared and swayed as it left the station.


    The bright red slogans on the wall were quickly left behind.


    Chen Men and Zhaodi were squeezed so tightly they didn''t even have a ce to stand.


    Yan Zhao stood right behind Chen Men. Although the weather was very hot, this man''s body was particrly cool. When she identally touched his wrist, it was shockingly cold.


    Those with seats had already sat down, while those without were crowded in the middle. The windows of the minibus were open, and the wind was gusting in.


    Chen Men thought to herself that after all, this was a second marriage, and this man seemed a bit stingy, not even willing to buy tickets with seats.


    From Jinyang County to Xiping City was 300 kilometers. At the current speed of the bus and road conditions, it would take at least six hours. In this bus packed like a sardine can, with people crying and vomiting, standing for four hours would make one''s legs swell.


    Zhaodi was squeezed into a corner, asionally raising her head to look at Yan Zhao, trying hard to give him a smile. This new dad, just judging by his face, wasn''t as fair-skinned as her original dad, nor did he smile at everyone like her original dad. He looked much fiercer than her original dad.


    Zhaodi was terribly afraid in her heart.


    Just as they left the county town, Yan Zhao asked the leader of the over-birth guerri squad, "Comrade, does your ticket include a seat?"


    The over-birth squad leader and his pregnant wife each upied a seat, and window seats at that. Their three daughters were squeezed into one seat, with the cool breeze blowingfortably.


    "Of course, would I dare to sit without a seat? Seated is 38, standing is 17 yuan. If you don''t have a seat, just stand properly, don''t envy us," the squad leader said.


    Yan Zhao handed over three tickets: "These seats are all ours."


    The pregnant woman quickly stood up: "Sit, sit, you sit."


    But Yan Zhao pressed her back down, turned to Chen Men and asked, "Can you manage holding the child and squeezing in?"


    So he had bought three tickets, but seeing the pregnant woman and those children looking so pitiful, he wanted to give up two seats for them?


    "We can manage," Chen Men said.


    But as soon as she sat down, the over-birth squad leader went to the back to grab the children, twisting one''s arm: "You little wretches, all of you stand up, this seat is for your father to sit."


    The girls obediently stood up, three littlembs even more docile than Zhaodi.


    Yan Zhao ced onerge hand on the over-birth squad leader''s shoulder: "Comrade, ufortable standing?"


    His voice was deep enough that, though not loud, everyone on the bus could hear it.


    The over-birth squad leader was clearly a typical feudal-minded man who forced his wife to keep having children until they got a son. Such people were deeply rooted in their beliefs, thinking only those with male parts were worthy of being called human and deserving of seats.


    He looked at Yan Zhao for a while, then suddenly started grinning: "Officer, let''s stand together. Standing is fine, standing isfortable."


    He had noticed the golden badge on Yan Zhao''s belt and realized the other was a police officer, which was why he softened his stance.


    The bus continued on its way. Chen Men, feeling the cool breeze, took several deep breaths of fresh air before feeling alive again.


    Zhaodi, meanwhile, continued to cautiously observe Yan Zhao, but would immediately look away whenever his gaze fell on her.


    This fierce new dad had intimidated the child. She had lost her earlier joy and was tightly curled up in Chen Men''s arms, probably imagining how much it would hurt if this dad were to beat her.


    Should she cry? Should she tell mom?


    "My daughter, is she pretty?" Yan Zhao asked the over-birth squad leader beside him, pointing at Zhaodi.


    Zhaodi was dressed up beautifully today, her braids carefully ited by Chen Men, with flower-decorated hair ties. Sitting on her mother''sp, blinking her bright big eyes, she looked like a little princess.


    The over-birth squad leader looked at Zhaodi, then nced at his own three daughters huddled together, and said sincerely: "Pretty, but it''s a pity she''s just a girl."


    "She might be a policewoman, a female soldier, or perhaps a teacher or actress in the future. I won''t have any more children, and I''m proud to have a daughter like her," Yan Zhao surprisingly said.


    Zhaodi took a sharp breath, blinking her big eyes, bravely meeting Yan Zhao''s cold yet subtly warm gaze, and gave him an open smile.


    New dad, she suddenly wasn''t afraid anymore.


    But the bus was crowded, and some people found this absurd: "What? You''re not having any more children with just one daughter? Young man, the country is implementing family nning, they''d be thrilled if you don''t have more, they might even give you a banner. But you''re a fine-looking man, without a son your family line will end. Don''t you understand?"


    Yan Zhao''s expression remained serious, and he boldly dered: "I only believe in Marxism-Leninism, not in ghosts and gods. I''m not afraid of ending the family line."


    "When you''re dead and your ancestors are cursing you as an unfilial son, then you''ll know regret," someone sneered.


    But the pregnant woman tugged at Chen Men''s arm, choking up as she said: "Sister, that''s your husband, right? You''re so lucky to marry such a good man."


    Chen Men looked up at Yan Zhao, seeing him still with a cold expression, yet calmly epting the disdainful looks from the men and envious gazes from the women on the bus.


    What was this about?


    He clearly had two sons, and Zhaodi was a stepdaughter he had just taken on today. This man looked so serious, but his heart was quite dark, wasn''t it? Brazenly deceiving a whole bus of people?


    But it wasn''t over yet.


    After sitting for a full six hours, sleeping twice, and drooling who knows how much, the bus finally swayed into Xiping City.


    Yan Zhao had been silent the whole journey, but just before getting off the bus, he firmly gripped the over-birth squad leader''s shoulder: "If you want to have children, have more, try hard for a son. But I firmly believe that if you educate and nurture one well, my daughter will earn more money in the future than your three daughtersbined."


    He even knew how to strike precisely, aware that what the over-birth squad leader loved most was money andparison?


    This man, whom Chen Men hadpletely given up hope on, had greatly surprised her today.


    The birth control team captain looked at his three children. They were all good-looking, and the eldest was especially smart, studying just as well as the boys. Recently, because they were on the run from family nning enforcement, the children had even been expelled from school.


    Looking at other families'' adorable little princesses cradled in theirps, then at his own vagrant children, his heart softened. The captain''s eyes suddenly reddened, and he got off the bus first.


    Chen Men''s family got off after him. Just as they reached the entrance, the birth control captain walked up and blocked Yan Zhao''s path. He lit a cigarette, pointed at Yan Zhao from afar, and said after blowing out a smoke ring: "Comrade policeman, I think my daughters are no worse than yours. We''re in amunist society now. Your family environment might be better than mine, but if my girls study hard and get into university, they can make something of themselves too."


    Grabbing his wife''s hand, he shouted, "We''ll go home after having this baby and pay the fine. I want Zhaodi, Yindi, and Tuodi to all go to school. I don''t believe my girls are any less capable than anyone else''s."


    The pregnant woman wiped her tears, waved goodbye to Chen Men, and left.


    So had Yan Zhao sessfully convinced a team of over-birth gueris to give up their ways?


    Catching his unfathomable gaze, Chen Men also shuddered in fear.


    Now she just wanted to take two bus rides and get home quickly.


    But Yan Zhao was in no hurry.


    After leaving the bus station, he settled the mother and daughter on a bench at the bus stop and left.


    He returned shortly with arge paper box and two bottles of soda.


    Taking out two pieces of cake from the box, he gave one each to Chen Men and Zhaodi, then said, "We still need to pick up Little Wang and Little Lang. We''ll leave after you''ve eaten."


    The soda was ice-cold, quenching their thirst in one big gulp.


    Chen Men hadn''t eaten much in the morning. Smelling the cake''s unique aroma, she took a bite and was surprised by the rich chestnut vor.


    "Is this chestnut cake?" she asked in astonishment.


    "Mom, this piece costs three yuan. It''s so delicious," said Zhaodi, taking a big bite.


    Chestnut cake was a famous traditional pastry in Xiping City. It was said to have been invented by chefs in state-owned restaurants in the early days of the People''s Republic when low-gluten flour wasn''t avable domestically. To make soft and fluffy cakes, they put bread dough in the middle, wrapped it with ayer of chestnut paste, then covered it with cream. One bite filled the mouth with rich aroma and the unique sweet, sandy texture of chestnuts on the tongue.


    Such cakes wouldn''t exist in the future. Chen Men could easily eat at least three pieces in one sitting.


    But she had only eaten one piece when, after sitting on the cool bench at the bus stop for a while, Yan Zhao asked again, "Are you full? Shall we go pick up the kids?"


    Right, she was remarrying, and Yan Zhao had two sons.


    Bing a stepmother again, she wondered just how unsightly Yan Zhao''s two good-for-nothing sons really were.


    "Where do they live?" she asked.


    "At their maternal grandmother''s house," Yan Zhao said, furrowing his brow slightly and pointing to a vige in the city. "Zhou Family Vige."


    "So until now, you haven''t brought the two children to live with you?" Chen Men asked in surprise.


    "Isn''t that what I''m preparing to do now?" He was truly a conversation ender.


    Besides, picking up wife and children together saved time and effort.


    But never mind, Chen Men was only interested in him for help with transferring her house ownership. They were a perfect match, like two peas in a pod.


    The winding rural roads on the outskirts were lined with three-wheeled vehicles, bicycles chiming as they passed. The already narrow roads were so crowded that one could easily bump into cars or people.


    After walking about three li, the road got worse. Vegetable patches squeezed into every avable space, growing a couple of cabbages here, a row of green onions there, or a few lonely corn stalks.


    At the entrance of a small vige, a group of little boys were roughhousing. Among them, a three-year-old carrot-top was biting the finger of a bigger boy, dangling in mid-air.


    The older boy was screaming at the top of his lungs, shaking his hand. The little boy spun around in the air as he was shaken.


    Yan Zhao shoved the cake box into Zhaodi''s arms and strode over. He grabbed the little boy and asked, "Little Lang, where''s your brother?"


    "Papa, it''s Papa," the boy finally let go and pointed at another boy. "My brother sell tapes make money money, Zhou second brother steal money money, all money money, bite him." His little milk teeth, all white, went in for another bite.


    Ignoring what the child was saying, Yan Zhao brought the little wolf cub who wanted to bite over to Chen Men.


    "You take this one, I''ll go find the other," he said.


    This wasn''t picking up children, it was like picking potatoes - grab one and toss it in the basket.


    Little Lang looked up at the pretty auntie and sister, licked his lips, and sniffed around. "Auntie smells good."


    Zhaodi had already taken out a piece of cake. "Come on, have some cake."


    This little brother seemed a bit fierce, and Zhaodi was actually quite scared. She also just realized that her new dad had prepared four pieces of cake, two of which were for his two boys.


    This dad was different from her original dad. He had given her a share of the best food too, not despising her for being a girl unworthy of cake.


    Little Lang took the cake. His mouth, which had just been biting people, opened wide. "Wow, it''s so good," he said as he took a big bite.


    True to his name, he really was a little wolf cub.

 Chapter 11

    As soon as Little Lang took a bite of the cake, a small boy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, standing in front of him with a fierce look in his eyes, staring at Chen Men.


    When Chen Meile saw this boy, she immediately burst outughing.


    The boy was about six or seven years old, with slightly dark skin, wearing a yellowed white sweater. He had a small tape recorder hanging on his chest, both pockets stuffed full of cassette tapes, and several more tapes wrapped around his neck. He looked like a tape recordere to life.


    Like Little Lang, his facial features were another replica of Yan Zhao.


    "Brother, Daddy''s friend auntie gave me cake to eat," Little Lang said, offering his cake. "Brother eat too."


    "Your name must be Yan Xiaowang. Let me introduce myself, I''m Chen Men," Chen Men said, taking out another chestnut cake and holding it out to him. "Have some cake first, your dad will be back soon."


    After staring at Chen Men for a while, then looking at the pretty Zhaodi, Yan Xiaowang''s nose suddenly turned red, followed by his eyes. He took a deep breath, grabbed Little Lang''s hand, and turned to leave.


    "It''s just abandoning burdens, right? You abandon me, I abandon you. Only giving birth, not raising. I, Yan Xiaowang, can take care of us brothers without needing others to raise us," he said tearfully as he walked away, feeling wronged.


    He had a stubborn temperament, and being older, he immediately understood that Chen Men was the stepmother his father had found for him.


    Fierce and stubborn, he walked quickly yet steadily, with long strides exactly like Yan Zhao''s.


    "Brother, don''t run, your dad will be back soon!" Zhaodi reached out to pull him back. Little Lang didn''t want to leave either and tried to turn back, but Xiaowang red fiercely at Zhaodi and dragged his brother away.


    "Brother, there''s something on your bottom," Zhaodi called out again.


    A long string of cassette tape was trailing behind Yan Xiaowang''s bottom, like a little tail.


    With a tug, the tape got even longer.


    Some kids around started teasing: "Yan Xiaowang, did you grow a tail or did you poop and not wipe your butt clean?"


    Yanking up the tape, Yan Xiaowang quickly wiped away his tears and walked away with his head held high.


    ...


    At this moment, Yan Zhao was in his father-inw''s courtyard. His mother-inw had gone to the city to help her younger brother take care of his children, leaving only the old father-inw at home. He wanted to take good care of the children, but was unable to do so. For example, he had no idea where Xiaowang had gone.


    It was already five in the afternoon, and the old father-inw had been engrossed in watching the TV drama "Snow City." It wasn''t until Yan Zhao interrupted that he realized he hadn''t eaten lunch yet, let alone know if the two children had eaten.


    Moreover, he didn''t know about his daughter''s divorce and kept asking Yan Zhao if Zhou Xueqin had gone to y cards.


    The old father-inw''s brain had been damaged during the Cultural Revolution, causing his speech to be confused. It took Yan Zhao a long time to understand that his son had been recording and selling cassette tapes on the streets these past few days, so to find him, he''d have to go outside.


    After much effort, he finally made the old father-inw understand that he was taking the children away today.


    "Are you taking both Little Lang and Xiaowang? Tell Xueqin to buy some clothes and food for the children if she has money, and stop ying cards. Those people she ys with are no good," the old father-inw said loudly.


    Yan Zhao, who was packing clothes, trembled slightly upon hearing this.


    But he quicklyposed himself, packed the children''s clothes, and was about to leave when he looked back and saw his father-inw''s damaged brain causing his head to sway unconsciously from side to side. One of his eyes had deteriorated, the pupil turning white, while he struggled to keep the other eye open, trying to see Yan Zhao clearly.


    So Yan Zhao took out two hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and tucked them into the pen pocket on his father-inw''s chest.


    Putting down the luggage, instead of his usual casual salute before leaving, he took a deep breath and gave his father-inw a ny-degree bow.


    "Xueqin is divorcing you, you need to understand her. You''ve been away in the army for years, nevering back since she got pregnant with Little Lang. Her heart is broken. You need to coax her, persuade her not to associate with those shady people. They''ll be a bad influence on her," the father-inw was still rambling on as Yan Zhao strode out the door.


    As soon as he came out, he met Xiaowang, who was wrapped in cassette tapes.


    "Come on, we need to go home now," Yan Zhao said briefly.


    Xiaowang was still stubborn: "You didn''t say you''d immediately find an auntie when you divorced, especially such a pretty one."


    "Do I need to carry you?" Yan Zhao retorted.


    Xiaowang pouted, hugging his tape recorder tightly.


    The father and two sons, with Yan Zhao carrying four or fiverge bags in his hands, Xiaowang with a tape recorder around his neck, and Little Lang, were about to leave. Little Lang kept baring his teeth and shouting at the children watching them: "You still owe me money!"


    Standing in front of Chen Men, Yan Zhao''s face looked somewhat uneasy: "This is Little Lang, three and a half years old, and this is Xiaowang, seven years old."


    Zhaodi immediately extended her hand, first shaking hands with Little Lang. Although Xiaowang refused to shake her hand, she still said, "My name is Zhaodi, I''m also surnamed Yan."


    Before Chen Men could speak, she smiled, and saw Yan Xiaowang also looking at her with a half-smile.


    The little guy had a contemptuous look on his face, as if saying: Just wait, we won''t get along for more than three days before I drive you crazy.


    Chen Men smiled slightly. Having lived a second life, what kind of mischievous child hadn''t she seen before?


    Yan Zhao said quickly, "Let''s go."


    It was evident that he was very unwilling to stay in this ce.


    "Wait for me a moment," Chen Men said, putting her bag on the ground.


    What was she going to do?


    "Looking for the restroom? I''ll take you," Yan Zhao hadn''t finished speaking when he saw Chen Men walking towards the group of children standing at the vige entrance watching themotion.


    The tallest boy among them, looking about twelve or thirteen, was standing at the back.


    "Young man, what''s your name?" Chen Men asked.


    The boy suddenly realized something was wrong and turned to run, but Chen Men was quick. She reached out and grabbed his cor, pulling the boy, who was about chest-high to her, back.


    Extending her other hand, she said, "Hand it over."


    "What are you talking about? I don''t understand," the boy struggled, trying to run away.


    "Yan Xiaowang copies tapes and sells them, Little Lang manages the money, and you just stole money from Little Lang. Am I right?" Chen Men tightened her grip.


    The boy immediately started screaming, "Hooligan! There''s a female hooligan hitting people!"


    How could the children in this urban vige be so unreasonable?


    With another tug, Chen Men pulled out a handful of small bills from his pocket and scolded, "Go ahead and shout. Shout as loud as you can, call everyone in the vige. It''s best if we call the police and go to the police station. I''ll say you stole my money, and we''ll see if the police side with you or me."


    She was dressed neatly and stylishly, while this boy clearly looked like a petty thief. If caught and taken to the police station, the police would definitely reprimand him.


    After being released, the boy spat at Chen Men''s feet and cursed viciously, "Yan Xiaowang, I hope your stepmother beats you to death in the future."


    Oh? This child already knew that Xiaowang was going to have a stepmother?


    Several children started jeering together: "Yan Xiaowang''s mom doesn''t want him anymore, he''s going to be beaten to death by his stepmother!"


    Xiaowang remained silent, his face red with anger, while Little Lang bounced up and down, saying, "Bite, bite you to death."


    "My mom doesn''t hit people!" Zhaodi shouted, protecting Little Lang.


    The group of children was as noisy as a bunch of newly hatched chicks.


    Chen Men sorted out the ten-yuan, five-yuan, two-yuan, and ten-cent, twenty-cent notes, and handed them to Little Lang. "Did you bite that older boy earlier because he stole your money?"


    Little Lang took the money and immediately burrowed into Chen Men''s arms, like a little wolf pup protected by a big dog. "Mmhmm! Bite them."


    He seemed quitefortable with her, not shy at all.


    "Let''s go," Chen Men said, trying to hold back herughter as she saw Yan Xiaowang''s dejected yet suspicious gaze.


    Xiping City is currently the thirdrgest city in Hua Country after the capital and Shen City. It''s an industrial city with a low poption density but covering a vast area.


    In the future, it will have a subway system and convenient public transportation, making it easy to get around. But for now, public transportation is not convenient, and there''s no subway to speak of yet. Even taxis haven''t be popr. The mostmon vehicles on the streets are three-wheeled vehicles, officially called tricycles.


    Some would set up a canopy to shield from rain and sun, but most were just a single carriage. Whether carrying people or goods, you''d sit in the box at the back, and the three-wheeled motor rickshaw would nimbly navigate through streets and alleys, able to deliver you to your doorstep even in the narrowestnes.


    Zhou Xueqin''s parents'' home was in the west of the city, while Yanguan Vige was in the east, a straight-line distance of nearly 40 kilometers. Taking public buses would require four transfers, so hiring a three-wheeled motor rickshaw was the better option.


    Yan Zhao hired a rickshaw, put the bags at the bottom, first helped Zhaodi settle in the middle, then had Little Lang sit beside her, and gestured for Yan Xiaowang to sit on the other side.


    Six or seven-year-old boys are at an awkward age, especially towards little girls, harboring an inexplicable hostility. Moreover, Zhaodi was dressed beautifully, like a little princess, which made him feel even more ufortable.


    Besides, the boy thought his father was taking them to his own hometown. Yet Zhaodi reached out to hold his hand and said with a smile, "Our house is really big, and the building is very new. It''s much better than your home. Come on, sit down."


    So even the house belongs to this pretty auntie?


    Yan Xiaowang suddenly remembered his mother pointing at his nose and saying, "You think it''s just your mom who wronged your dad and you? He just never let you see it, but he knows many women too, like Liu Jingjing and Qi Songlu. They''re all girls from good families with good backgrounds. That nonsense about bosom friends, they''re all his little mistresses."


    Yan Xiaowang didn''t know any of these women, but his mother had already hurt him like that, and now his father was taking them to stay at a woman''s house. How did he end up with such parents?


    Just then, Chen Men came back with a few small milk popsicles and offered him one first.


    Yan Xiaowang turned abruptly, bumping into the popsicle.


    In the hot weather, the popsicle was already half-melted, and now it smeared all over the broken tape recorder on his chest.


    "Here, let me help you clean it," Chen Men said.


    "No," Yan Xiaowang pouted stubbornly.


    He turned and sat on the outermost side of the rickshaw. Relying on being a bit older and more agile, he not only didn''t hold onto the handle but even crossed his legs.


    A milk popsicle hanging from the tape recorder, dripping all over him, but so what? His eyes conveyed only four words: on top of the world.


    However, as the rickshaw started up with a jolt, the little fellow was thrown high into the air. If his dad hadn''t caught him, he would havended head-first on the ground.


    The adults didn''tugh, but the children did. Little Lang and Zhaodi, already bonding, had even held hands, and they burst intoughter seeing Yan Xiaowang''s predicament.


    The melted popsicle dripped from his chest to his pants as the rickshaw bounced along, but Yan Xiaowang''s stubborn little gaze left Chen Men perplexed.


    Is this the useless kid Zhou Xueqin talked about?


    She didn''t think he was useless at all; at least he had spirit.

 Chapter 12

    It was already dark by the time they arrived home.


    In Chen Men''s long and distant memories of her past life, she had lived in many ces, but Yanguan Vige had always been her favorite.


    There were severalrge factories nearby, such as Dongfang Group and Ximei Group, which were light industries with little pollution and noise. There were also some eyesores, like Yan Xishan''s coal nt, but fortunately, they were all at some distance from Yanguan Vige. So although it was on the outskirts of the city, it remained quiet and peaceful - an oasis of calm amidst the bustle.


    Looking at it now, the streets were swept clean, the walls freshly painted bright white. It was still the clear and carefree little vige of her memories.


    At the vige entrance, she encountered the wife of the vige party secretary Yan Xiong, Sister-inw Mao. Seeing this old acquaintance after many years, Chen Men felt a bit excited and jogged towards her. Sister-inw Mao was even more excited, running towards her in the darkness.


    "Is that Men? Oh my, you''ve finallye back!"


    "Sister-inw Mao, you look so young." In her past life, when they met again, they had both aged beyond recognition. In this life, they were still young, so Chen Men naturally had toment on it.


    Sister-inw Mao noticed a tall, sturdy man following behind Chen Men. Since he looked much more robust than Yan Xishan, she hesitated for a moment before tentatively asking, "This doesn''t look like Xishan. I remember Xishan being thinner and having long hair."


    "He''s my new partner, also surnamed Yan, called..."


    "Oh my, look at my pig brain! You and that nouveau riche... tut tut, never mind." Sister-inw Mao regretted her slip of the tongue, wishing she could p herself a few times.


    Being a gossip, she was naturally curious about Men''s new partner and wanted to get a good look at him.


    But before she could clearly see what he looked like, only sensing that he was tall and big with a cold aura about him, he had already gone to push open the door to Men''s house.


    This man must have been to Yanguan Vige before, as he recognized Men''s door without needing directions.


    "Sister-inw Mao, let''s chat more tomorrow. I''m going home first," Chen Men said as she took out her key.


    Chen Men''srge courtyard house was in the center of the vige, the most luxurious, imposing, and cleanest courtyard in the entire vige.


    However, as soon as she pushed open the door, Chen Men was stunned. In the moonlight, the courtyard looked as if it had been gutted, with vegetables sparsely nted here and there.


    "Mom, who''s been nting vegetables in our courtyard?" Zhaodi eximed in surprise.


    Turning on the courtyard lights, Chen Men was actually a bit delighted. The courtyard had been dug up and nted with celery, cabbage, eggnt, green beans, cucumbers, and tomatoes. The celery and small cabbages were already ready to eat.


    Yan Xishan was an orphan; his parents had died early, and his n rtives in the vige were beyond three generations of mourning. They wouldn''t do this sort of thing.


    These vegetables must have been nted by Hu Xiaomei.


    She had a brother who worked at Yan Xishan''s coal nt, and Yan Xishan had set up a coal selling point opposite their home, so the siblings often moved around this area.


    People in the suburbs had littlend and low ies, so they would find any patch of ground to grow vegetables. Hu Xiaomei must have thought Chen Men wouldn''t return and that this courtyard belonged to her now, which is why she nted the vegetables.


    "Walk carefully, don''t step on the vegetables. We''ll still need to eat themter," Chen Men said as she turned on the light in the room she usually stayed in.


    She knew Hu Xiaomei and Yan Xishan had rolled around on her kang bed, and was afraid they might have ruined her bedding.


    Those things weren''t worth much money, but they weren''t easy to rece, and it would be a shame to lose them.


    Fortunately, when she opened the wooden chest, the quilts were neatly folded, with a faint smell of mothballs, and they felt soft and fluffy to the touch.


    She turned on the ck and white TV set in the corner of the room, and the opening credits of the TV drama "Snow City" immediately appeared. The TV still worked.


    However, the room was truly filthy, with cigarette butts and ashes scattered all over the kang and the floor.


    When she pulled back the quilt on the bed, a pair of underwear suddenly flew out. It was a bright red pair of underwear, red as a ripe cherry. This certainly didn''t belong to Chen Men; she had never worn red underwear.


    Her second brother had mentioned before that he had caught Hu Xiaomei and Yan Xishan in bed together.


    This underwear must have been left behind at that time.


    It was truly disgusting. Chen Men picked up the underwear with two fingers, intending to throw it away. But as she reached the courtyard gate, she thought for a moment and turned back, putting it in the toilet instead.


    She had already been wronged anyway, so she might as well keep this pair of underwear. It could be useful for making a pointter. Consider it an unexpected bonus.


    "Did you smoke these?" Yan Zhao asked Chen Men, looking at the cigarette butts all over the floor.


    How could Chen Men smoke?


    And why would Yan Zhao think she would smoke?


    Even in the future, few women smoked, let alone now.


    What on earth was this man thinking?


    "I don''t smoke. I''ll clean up these cigarette butts," she felt the need to exin.


    "It''s like this, I still need to go to my work unit. Should we eat first?" Yan Zhao had just opened his mouth when Chen Men immediately said, "You go take care of your business. I can clean up myself and will make food for the children."


    Chen Men, with her experience of a second marriage, held no hopes for men.


    If Yan Zhao were truly good, why would Zhou Xueqin divorce him?


    Her current attitude was: you get to live in my house and help look after the children, I get your help with transferring my household registration. Each gets what they need.


    "I''ll give you money to buy food first?" Yan Zhao said, reaching to take out money.


    Chen Men was well aware of his financial situation. He had left empty-handed in the divorce, giving the house and savings to his ex-wife. From a woman''s perspective, Chen Men actually admired his responsible behavior. Besides, it''s not like she didn''t have money herself, so she simply said, "I have my own money. I''ll buy the food."


    There were enamel mugs in the kitchen. She took them out, washed them thoroughly with clean water, and then went out to buy food.


    When Chen Men was about to go out, Zhaodi naturally wanted to follow, and Little Lang followed behind like a little tail: "Brother wants to go too."


    Zhaodi said, "You should call her Mom."


    Little Lang immediately obediently said, "Mom, brother wants to go too."


    Chen Men was puzzled. Although this child was young, he was already over three years old. Didn''t he know that Zhou Xueqin was his real mother? Could it be, as Zhou Xueqin had said, that although he was a sickly child, his ingratitude surpassed even Little Wang''s?


    Living in the suburbs had its advantages. Just about 500 meters out of the vige, there were night street stalls.


    Xiping City, located in the ind of Hua Country, was famous for a variety of small snacks, such as meat in tbread,mb in a big bowl, oil-sshed hand-pulled noodles, and individual stoves. Walking over, the roadside was densely packed with stalls.


    However, these stalls were too expensive for the vigers. Most of their customers were workers and cadres from nearbyrge factories like Dongfang Group, Ximei Group, and Qinchuan Light Industry.


    The oil-sshed hand-pulled noodles were made from pre-kneaded dough, pulled fresh to order. The soft dough made a "pa" sound on the cutting board as it was stretched into belt-wide, thin, and shiny noodles, then dropped into boiling water and fished out. Sprinkled with green onions, garlic sprouts, and bean sprouts, a small pinch of sesame seeds and peanuts, and half a spoon of hot oil drizzled on top, the aroma wafted all around.


    Two quick spoonfuls of hot oil sshed onto red chili peppers, and there you had four bowls of oil-sshed noodles.


    Carrying fourrge enamel bowls stacked together, with the two children running in front, Zhaodi deliberately urged Little Lang to run ahead while she slowed her pace to walk alone with Chen Men.


    "Mom, how did I do today?" the little girl asked, somewhat anxiously.


    "You did exceptionally well, but Mom thinks our Zhaodi doesn''t need to deliberately try to perform exceptionally well. After all, we''re not just getting along for a day or two; we have a long time ahead of us. You should treat Little Wang and Little Lang with a normal attitude. If they make you unhappy, you should speak up. If you always amodate them, they''ll think you have no temper and will bully you. Do you understand?" Chen Men said.


    Zhaodi nodded seriously, full of ambition: "If they don''t behave, I''ll educate them."


    This was her house, her home turf. Zhaodi was also much more confident than in her past life, naturally feeling a sense of ownership in her own home.


    This point made Chen Men particrly gratified.


    But even though she held no hopes for Yan Zhao, as soon as she entered the door, she was still a bit irritated.


    Yan Zhao stood with his hands in his pockets. Yan Xiaowang, who only came up to his father''s thigh, also had his hands in his pockets, mimicking his father''s posture and expression exactly. Arge metal box stood by their feet.


    Were these two, father and son, waiting at home like a pair of lords for their meal?


    Clearly, back in Chen Vige, Yan Zhao had said he was good at housework. Even if he couldn''t do anything else, couldn''t he at least have wiped the table? How else were they supposed to eat?


    But never mind. She would soon show them to a room. Just treat them like tenants in the house.


    Chen Men was stunned as she pulled back the curtain and entered the room.


    This was her bedroom, which had resembled a miniaturendfill when she left earlier. But now, all the old bedding on the kang bed had been tossed outside and reced with new linens. The floral cloth covering the cabs had also been swapped for fresh material, with the old ones discarded in arge washbasin on the floor. Every poster on the walls had been stripped away, leaving them bare. The window panes gleamed so brightly that even flies would crash into them.


    Not to mention the floor - even underneath the cabs had been thoroughly swept and cleaned.


    Looking at the cabs themselves, they were spotless.


    Had Yan Zhao and Yan Xiaowang done all this?


    In just half an hour, they had transformed a room too filthy to step foot in into something resembling a brand new space?


    Was this Yan Zhao some kind of human-shaped cleaning machine?


    A male version of Cindere?


    "Auntie, which room are we sleeping in tonight?" Yan Xiaowang asked, trailing after her.


    Chen Men couldn''t believe that in half an hour, a man could tidy a room so thoroughly. She looked up, meeting Yan Zhao''s still cold gaze.


    That lookpelled Chen Men to quickly give him an answer. Yan Xiaowang was about to add, "Tonight we''re sleeping with my dad," as if his father were some kind of sacred monk she might devour.


    "The room next door, I suppose. It has a kang bed too, and a bigger one. Plenty of room for you father and sons to roll around," Chen Men said, suppressing augh in her chest.


    Kids were all alike. In her previous marriage with Lu Jingyu, they rarely slept together as a family.


    Whenever they did share a home, the children from both families would alwaysin of stomach aches or itchy bottoms, always finding ways to separate the adults.


    Second marriages - both spouses only truly care about their own children, always calcting the futures of their respective offspring. With the children between them, they could never trulye together. Might as well just continue on like this.


    "Little Wang, go eat. I''ll finish up the rest of the work," Yan Zhao said as he picked up a broom and headed out.


    He really was a male Cindere. Or perhaps he had secretly hidden a few helpers in the house to do the cleaning. This time, Chen Men was determined to see it with her own eyes.


    Wearing only an undershirt, he first grabbed the dirty bedsheets and pillowcases from the washbasin, gave them a few quick scrubs, and hung them on the clothesline.


    Then he sprinkled water to settle the dust on the floor before using the broom to meticulously sweep the entire room from ceiling to walls. Afterwards, he wiped down all surfaces with a clean rag to remove any remaining dust, using a separate cloth just for the windows. From the kang bed to the floor, in just over ten minutes - while the children were still eating - Yan Zhao had managed to clean the other room spotlessly from top to bottom in one fluid sequence of motions.


    Chen Men would bet that few men in Hua Country could manage tasks like putting on duvet covers orying out bedding.


    Lu Jingyu''s habitual refrain had been: "Marry a man, marry a man - clothes to wear and food to eat. I''ll provide for you, so you''d better take good care of me and my whole family. That''s a woman''s duty."


    Chen Men had always thought all men in this country were like that.


    But Yan Zhao, whether for show or genuine ability, demonstrated a method of putting on duvet covers that Chen Men had never witnessed before.


    He firstid the duvet and cover t on the kang, rolled from left to right, then with a quick shake - Chen Men counted - in just 12 seconds, he had a perfectly made bed with the duvet neatly inside its cover.


    This man was the most domestically capable of any she had ever met.


    "Hurry and eat, the noodles are getting cold and mushy," Chen Men said, handing Yan Zhao a bowl.


    Despite their small size, the hungry children had each managed to finish arge bowl of oil-sshed noodles.


    Yan Zhao scraped the leftover chili oil, bean sprouts, and garlic from the children''s bowls into his own. He took the dirty dishes outside, rinsed them thoroughly with running water from the hose, washing both the bowls and his hands. Putting on his shirt, he picked up the bowl of noodles and headed out, saying: "I''ll eat at work. The two kids tonight..."


    "Don''t worry, I''ll definitely take good care of Little Lang," Little Wang chimed in.


    Little Lang waved goodbye at his brother''s prompting: "Bye-bye, Dad."


    How strange - Little Wang and Little Lang were much less trouble than Lu Jingyu''s two children. They didn''t cry or fuss when their father left, just politely said goodbye.


    These two polite yet reserved little ones seemed even less familiar with their father than with her.


    After dinner, they should have taken baths, but there was no bathroom in this house yet. Moreover, Little Lang and Little Wang didn''t seem to have the habit of bathing. As soon as dinner was over, Little Wang went to the room next door, but Little Lang refused to leave. He wanted to watch TV with Zhaodi, but after just two minutes, he was nodding off on Zhaodi''s shoulder.


    Zhaodi kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the kang. He drowsily followed, crawling up as well. The twoy down side by side.


    Chen Men went out to boil some water. When she came back in, she saw Yan Xiaowang with his little bottom in the air, trying his best to drag Little Lang up and carry him away.


    "No, want to sleep with sister," Little Lang mumbled sleepily.


    "Come on, it''s such a strange ce, and big brother is scared to sleep alone. I need you to keep mepany," Yan Xiaowang said, his voice tinged with tears as he patted his sleeping brother''s face.


    Unfortunately, his brother was too chubby, and he was just a six or seven-year-old boy himself. He couldn''t lift him, and he couldn''t drag him either.


    The TV was still ring advertisements - one moment it was Chrysanthemum electric fans, "cooling the world," the next it was Shanghai Aerospace brand refrigerators, "aerospace quality," and then it switched to a new generation of Great Wall series micrputers.


    Unable to budge his brother, Yan Xiaowang hung his head dejectedly for a moment before suddenly realizing something was amiss. He turned to see Chen Men standing in the doorway with an amused smile.


    The look of distress and fear vanished instantly from the little boy''s face.


    In a sh, he lifted the covers and dove under the nket. He deliberately said to the sleeping Little Lang, "What? You''re scared? Alright then, I''ll sleep with you."


    Though timid at heart, his mouth was bold. The little one shut his eyes tight in an instant.

 Chapter 13

    This was thergest courtyard in Yanguan Vige, with eight spacious rooms of 40 square meters each. Chen Men had built it brick by brick with Chen Degong, while Yan Xishan was responsible for earning money outside, and she took charge of building the house at home.


    Whenying the foundation, they had nned for a second floor, so the foundation was dug deep enough to support even three or four stories in the future.


    After taking a bath, Chen Men stumbled over something as she entered the house. With a tter, arge box of mahjong tiles spilled across the floor.


    Although they were still farmers, all the vigers''nd had been requisitioned, leaving them with plenty of free time. Many enjoyed ying mahjong, so every household had a set.


    But Chen Men never yed mahjong; these tiles belonged to Yan Xishan.


    Why keep the belongings of her worthless ex-husband? She decided to throw them out. Chen Men also needed to clear out the wardrobe, which contained several floral shirts and jeans, all belonging to Yan Xishan. She tossed them all away.


    She then went through the photo albums in the cab, cutting out Yan Xishan from any picture he appeared in, decisively splitting the photos in two.


    After spending half the evening busy with this task and returning from disposing of the garbage, she noticed a pair of bright eyes in the darkness, gleaming through the ss window like an agile cat. It was Yan Xiaowang, watching her.


    But as soon as he saw here in, the little fellow quicklyy down, pretending to be asleep and even making soft snoring sounds like a purring cat.


    The three childreny side by side on the kang bed, bathed in moonlight. The chubby one in the middle had the fairest skin, while Zhaodi''s eyshes were like tworge fans, still fluttering in her sleep.


    Chen Men turned on the light and was about to close her eyes when Yan Xiaowang suddenly said, "I saw you throw away the mahjong tiles earlier."


    "I don''t y mahjong, so why keep them? Do you want to y?" Chen Men asked in return.


    "Only good-for-nothing rascals y mahjong," the little boy shot back before quickly adding, "Snore, snore."


    This little one was not only stubborn but also proud.


    Early the next morning, at the house of Vige Secretary Yan Xiong, Sister-inw Mao arrived carrying arge box of mahjong tiles. She cheerfully showed them to Yan Xiong, saying, "Look at this, a perfectly good set of mahjong tiles thrown in the garbage heap. I picked them all up for us. Only missing a one of circles and a white dragon tile."


    Yan Xiong looked at them and paused: "These are ivory mahjong tiles. They belong to Yan Xishan and must have cost several hundred yuan. How did Men dare to throw away Xishan''s mahjong set? Could her new man in Xiping City have more influence than Xishan?"


    "It was too dark for me to see clearly, but he was quite tall and had two children with him," Sister-inw Mao said softly. "Xishan has so many connections in the city, I''ve heard many police officers are his sworn brothers. When a man divorces, it''s one thing if he wronged his wife, but if the wife brings another man to live in his house, I don''t think he''ll let it go easily."


    "Xishan''s current connections and background are formidable. He also has many thugs and henchmen under him. In my opinion, unless Men has found the chief of police, she won''t be able to live peacefully in that courtyard," Yan Xiong remarked.


    "The chief of police wouldn''t marry our Men, a divorcee. She''s lucky if any man wants her," Sister-inw Mao sighed. "Men''s going to have a tough time."


    Yan Xiong also sighed inadvertently, then took the mahjong set outside and ced it in a conspicuous spot on the garbage tform. He didn''t dare keep these tiles.


    Early in the morning, Chen Men boiled arge pot of water, intending to make Little Lang and Zhaodi take a bath.


    The two children had slept through the night and had made her new bedding smell.


    Little Lang was truly dirty. His feet looked like they hadn''t been washed in ages, with dirt caked so thickly on the soles that it couldn''t be scrubbed off. She had tother them with soap and let them soak for a while.


    The chubby little boy had a round belly. He sat in therge washbasin, letting Yan Xiaowang scrub him all over, sprawled out like a starfish, looking sly andfortable.


    Zhaodi was perhaps too enthusiastic towards the two boys, busying herself finding towels and toothbrushes for Xiaowang, and eagerly wanting to teach him how to wash his face and brush his teeth.


    But Yan Xiaowang didn''t appreciate her efforts. He set aside Zhaodi''s things and only used the toothpaste and soap his father had brought.


    He also refused Zhaodi''s help, waiting for the dirt on Little Lang''s skin to soften before scrubbing him himself. After scrubbing, he even knew to mix in some hot water and rinse Little Lang with clean water again.


    "Mama, Xiaowang brother doesn''t seem very happy," Zhaodi whispered, following close behind Chen Men.


    The two families had just been thrown together. Little Lang was carefree and oblivious.


    But Xiaowang was older, and his mother wasn''t dead. The child probably missed his own mother most of all. Being suddenly brought by his father to such a strange environment, how could he be happy?


    Zhaodi had once been like Yan Xiaowang is now, half-understanding, arriving in apletely new environment. Even without being scared, she was like a frightened bird, trembling alone.


    If you''re not nice to him, he''s afraid; if you''re nice to him, he''s still afraid. It''s better not to bother him and let him be himself.


    The stove at home hadn''t been cleaned, so they couldn''t cook. They had to go out to buy breakfast.


    Fried dough sticks, meat in tbread, and soy milk, along with half a bowl of tofu pudding, two tea eggs, and some pickled vegetables.


    Fortunately, prices were cheap now. This whole breakfast only cost about two yuan, enough to fill up one adult and three children.


    After getting breakfast, Chen Men specifically advised Zhaodi: "Since Xiaowang doesn''t want to talk to you, you shouldn''t bother him either. You''re not familiar enough yet. If people are too friendly with strangers, it can scare them. Okay?"


    Zhaodi bit her lip and said reluctantly, "Okay!"


    After running a few steps ahead, she turned back and said, "I like our new daddy because he doesn''te home at night."


    Liking someone because they don''te home at night, what kind of logic is that?


    The vige women were quite nosy. Some with curlers in their hair, others with cucumber slices on their faces, they all pretended to be visiting neighbors or sunbathing while actually standing at Chen Men''s door, curiously peering into the courtyard at the two little boys.


    The yard was full of vegetables. One boy was running wild through the vegetable patch, while the other sat on the steps, head down, fixing a broken tape recorder.


    Actually, it could have been repaired, but yesterday''s spilled milk had gummed up theponents, rendering itpletely useless.


    Xiaowang felt that this vige was somewhat familiar, but he couldn''t quite ce why. With so many women outside looking him up and down, he felt even more depressed and irritable. He picked up the tape recorder, went out, and threw it onto the garbage heap with a loud crash.


    The noise startled Third Sister-inw Huang. "Why is this child so fierce? He doesn''t have a pleasant face either."


    Someone chimed in, "I''m worried he might bully Zhaodi."


    "He wouldn''t dare! Zhaodi''s father is a celebrity in our entire Jindong District. Looking at how these two boys are dressed, their father is probably just an ordinary person," Third Sister-inw Huang sighed.


    Xiaowang let out a coldugh and strode back inside.


    Nonsense. His father could kill 30 enemies in a day on the battlefield. How could he be an ordinary person?


    "Third Sister-inw Huang, Second Sister Liu, out for a stroll?" Chen Men approached with the breakfast, smiling.


    "Men, you''re willing to spend money on takeout breakfast now?" Third Sister-inw Huang was particrly surprised. "Didn''t you always say that homemade breakfast was tastier and healthier than what you could buy outside?"


    She used to say that, and in her previous life, she had maintained the habit of cooking at home for many years.


    But what did it amount to in the end?


    The first time Lu Dabao learned to drink, he got drunk and hugged her, saying, "Mom, it''s a good thing your cooking is delicious. Otherwise, with those rough hands of yours, you wouldn''t be worthy of dad''s money now."


    She had poured her heart and soul into raising someone else''s child, only to be seen as nothing more than a rough-handed, thick-skinned old nanny in the child''s eyes. In this life, she would live her days as they came, but she wouldn''t give her true heart to anyone again.


    Watching Men enter her house, Third Sister-inw Huang sighed, "Men really has it tough. She probably doesn''t even know that Yan Xishan and Hu Xiaomei were fooling around before, and now they''re openly together."


    Comparing oneself to others can be infuriating. They used to be good friends, but as soon as Men left, Hu Xiaomei openly got together with Yan Xishan.


    Who would believe they hadn''t been involved earlier?


    Recently, Yan Xishan bought a Xiali car, and he drives Hu Xiaomei to and from work. She''s be the most morous figure in all of Yanguan Primary School.


    If Men found out, she''d be heartbroken.


    The freshly fried dough sticks were still crispy on the outside, and the golden egg showed through the mixed grain batter of the jianbing (Chinese crepe). Carrying the breakfast inside, Chen Men was followed by the freshly washed Little Lang, who had caught the scent of food.


    They ate in Chen Men''s room, which was a spacious 42 square meters and contained a dining table and small stools.


    The weather was hot, and too many vegetables had been nted in the courtyard. In just one night, the window outside was densely covered with moths and flies. As soon as the breakfast was set down, flies swarmed over.


    These living conditions were certainly not eptable and needed improvement.


    Screen windows had to be bought to keep out mosquitoes and flies. There were too many vegetable plots in the courtyard; someone needed to be found to dig them up, fill them with cement, and level it into a concrete yard.


    Now that air conditioning was avable, Chen Men thought about buying two units to bring back. With warmth in winter and coolness in summer, there would be no need for a stove anymore.


    A refrigerator was also necessary. After all, for three meals a day, how could one cook without a fridge?


    As the children wolfed down their breakfast, Chen Men made a long list for herself, full of essential household items that needed to be purchased.


    Little Wang seemed to really enjoy the meat-stuffed tbread, but he only tore off half and ate it very slowly, chewing particrly carefully.


    Although he was only in first grade, he knew quite a few characters because he had been running around outside all the time.


    Seeing the words "refrigerator" written on the paper, he snorted through his nose. Though he had been trying hard to remain aloof and not talk to this unfamiliar aunt, he couldn''t help but ask curiously, "Auntie, you''re not thinking of buying a refrigerator, are you?"


    "I am," said Chen Men.


    The little boy then threw out a question that caught herpletely off guard: "Can I use your refrigerator to store popsicles and then sell them outside?"


    Where did a six or seven-year-old child get such a good business sense from?


    The tape recorder was broken so he couldn''t sell cassettes anymore, so he wanted to switch to selling popsicles.


    Was this really the good-for-nothing his mother had described? Wasn''t he breaking character?


    "Sure," Chen Men said readily.


    The little fellow sniffled again, rubbed his hands, picked up the bowl he had eaten breakfast from, and went to wash it even more efficiently than his father: "Then let''s go buy a refrigerator today."


    In this early 1990s, an era that wouldter be remembered as a time of golden opportunities everywhere, Chen Men hadn''t yet nned how she would make money, but her stepson, who had only been in the house for a day, was already ambitious about earning money.


    He was different from Lu Dabao and Lv Erniu. He didn''t tter her on the surface, nor did he roll his eyes at her in secret, and he didn''t bully Zhaodi either.


    Instead, he was like Zhaodi from her previous life, single-mindedly wanting to make money and be independent, to break away from the family.


    Chen Men particrly admired this kind of ambition.


    "Finish that other half of the egg pancake first. You''ll need strength to carry the refrigerator. I''m afraid that by the time I buy the fridge, you''ll be too weak to lift it," Chen Men said, holding back herughter as she teased the little fellow.


    The young boy once again surprised Chen Men. He ran to the kitchen, carefully picked out a lump of red chili oil from a small bowl with chopsticks, and tucked it into his tbread. Only then did he sigh, taking a big bite.


    That bit of chili oil was fromst night''s "oil-sshed" noodles. He hadn''t been willing to eat it then, so he saved it for his tbread today?


    This kid really knew how to eat.


    One bite after another, it was all fuel for his ambition to leave home, establish himself, and strive for sess.

 Chapter 14

    When Chen Men began nning the family expenses, she was initially misled by the prices of daily necessities, feeling like a wealthy person. However, reality proved to be harsh.


    After the children finished their meal, she indulged in hiring a motorized tricycle to go into the city, heading straight for thergest state-owned department store in Xiping City.


    The result was an immediate cold shower of reality.


    All household appliances were exorbitantly priced in those years. A Chun air conditioner cost 3,800 yuan, a Hangtian brand refrigerator was 880 for the smallest model and 1,200 for a slightlyrger one, while an 18-inch color TV was priced at 4,800 yuan.


    The key issue was that money alone wasn''t enough. Air conditioners and color TVs required purchase certificates, and without one, you couldn''t even touch these items.


    If she were to spend like this, the 18,000 yuan in her savings ount would be depleted within three months. Moreover, before she could earn any ie, she would face the reality that Yan Zhao''s monthly sry might not even cover the family''s utility bills.


    She had to painfully give up on the air conditioner and color TV, opting to buy only the most essential item - a refrigerator.


    Little Lang and Little Wang gazed greedily at a Shanghai Hangtian brand refrigerator, almost crawling inside it.


    The saleswoman couldn''t help but roll her eyes, saying, "Children, don''t press your entire bodies against the refrigerator. You''re dirtying it. Are you going to clean it?"


    Little Wang immediately stepped back obediently, but Little Lang still couldn''t resist reaching out to touch it.


    Salespeople in the 1990s were at the peak of looking down on customers, all suffering from severe cross-eyes from ring at patrons: "Does this child not have ears? Can''t he understand human speech?"


    Although they weren''t her own children, Chen Men couldn''t stand it anymore: "I''m buying one. Can''t I open it and take a look?"


    "If you want to open it, that''s fine. Pay first," the saleswoman directly rolled her eyes at Chen Men.


    It was only in this era of fixed sries that salespeople could be so arrogant. Soon, with the reform of the retail industry andmission-based pay, they would have to change their attitude.


    "I''ll take this one. Does your store deliver? Please send it to my home," Chen Men said, directly taking out her money.


    The saleswoman replied, "We can only deliver it to the front of the store. If you want it brought home, you''ll have to hire a motorized tricycle."


    This polite tone came from seeing Chen Men''s thick stack of ten-yuan notes. Money talks, after all.


    A refrigerator for 800 yuan, and it was hers.


    "If I want to buy an air conditioner and a color TV, how can I get a purchase certificate?" Chen Men asked, her hand still pressing on the money she hadid out.


    The saleswoman''s tone became even more polite: "You need to get approval from your work unit for a purchase certificate. Only after your unit issues one can you buy."


    In this era, mostrge appliances were domestically produced and in short supply. Only those with work units, connections, or backdoor channels could buy them. Ordinary people could only look on with envy.


    "Then let''s buy the refrigerator first, and wait a few days for the TV, air conditioner, and washing machine. What do you think?" Chen Men asked the children kindly.


    Zhaodi, being her own daughter, had more confidence: "That''s fine! Just getting a refrigerator is already amazing." This was already a dreame true.


    Little Wang and Little Lang''s faces were flushed red, clearly overexcited, standing guard by the refrigerator.


    In those days, department stores offered no services. People buying refrigerators or air conditioners would bring their own carrying poles and ropes. They''d pay on the spot, several people would lift it, and they''d even set off firecrackers before leaving.


    The saleswoman, who had been so dismissive earlier, now had a much better attitude. She called in two temporary workers with motorized tricycles from outside and instructed them to load the refrigerator onto the vehicle.


    The children guarded the tricycle while Chen Men went back into the department store, stopping at the Yue-Sai cosmetics counter.


    In her previous life, by the time Lu Jingyu became a billionaire, Chen Men had be a typical in Jane.


    Zhaodi had bought sets upon sets of cosmetics, but even the most expensive skincare products couldn''t smooth away the wrinkles left by time. Starting skincare at fifty was toote.


    Looking across the country, all the original wives who had fought alongside their billionaire husbands ended up like her.


    Their husbands would go out apanied by morous female secretaries, never taking them along. They themselves didn''t like to mingle in such asions either. The presence of young, beautiful, fresh college graduates only emphasized how they were yesterday''s news.


    She was luckier than others only in that Lu Jingyu hadn''t abandoned her or brought his mistresses to her face. At least in the eyes of others, she seemed fortunate.


    But no one knew that this was the result of her not catching him in the act, not caring, not managing, and rarely using his money - a trade-off for her magnanimity.


    To hell with magnanimity, this life she wanted to live as she pleased.


    "Ma''am, a set of Yue-Sai costs 380 yuan. Are you sure you want it?" The saleswoman was shocked and switched to a more fashionable form of address.


    Chen Men immediately took out four stacks of ten-yuan notes, counted out twenty bills, and handed the rest to the saleswoman: "I''m sure."


    This life, she wanted to take care of herself early on, not for any man, but to do justice to her reborn life.


    When the motorized tricycle entered Yanguan Vige, in an era where a family getting a ck and white TV would be the talk of the vige for days, a refrigerator caused an uproar among all the vigers.


    "Men must have found a rich man, buying a refrigerator already?"


    "Could he be richer than Xishan?"


    "Hu Xiaomei wanted to buy a refrigerator for her brother, but Yan Xishan spat and almost raised his fist. If Men can afford a refrigerator, I reckon the man she found is even richer than a nouveau riche."


    A single refrigerator instantly changed the vigers'' perception, making them increasingly curious about Men''s new husband, wondering who this mysterious figure could be.


    As for Yan Xiaowang, the boy tightly hugged therge cardboard box, his little face flushed with joy. But when they reached the doorstep and the driver was about to unload and carry it into the house, he refused to let the driver enter.


    "I can carry it in myself," he insisted, pointing at the box that was half a head taller than him.


    The driver had chatted pleasantly with Chen Men along the way, otherwise he wouldn''t have bothered with this heavy lifting. He smiled and patted the little boy''s head: "Let uncle carry it, you can''t lift this thing."


    Looking at Chen Men''s home, the driver smiled again: "Your house is quite unique, with vegetables nted all over the yard."


    "Please don''t enter our house, I can carry this refrigerator myself," Yan Xiaowang realized he indeed couldn''t lift it and sought help from Little Lang: "Little Lang, you lift from the back, I''ll carry it for us."


    Even with her good temperament, Chen Men was about to lose her patience with the child''s stubbornness.


    But she had experienced this with Zhaodi and knew how long a single word from a stepparent could affect a child who had just entered the family.


    Since Yan Xiaowang wouldn''t let anyone else touch the refrigerator, let his father carry it. After all, his father had plenty of strength.


    Chen Men still needed to hire someone, firstly to clear the vegetables in the yard and then pave it, and secondly to install window screens on all the windows. Otherwise, the mosquitoes alone would be enough to eat her and the children alive at night.


    For lunch, they wouldn''t have oil-sshed noodles. In this ce where noodles were a staple, there were countless ways to prepare them. She bought a packet of vinegar, saut¨¦ed it with oil, added green onions and minced garlic, some seaweed and dried shrimp, nched some green vegetables, and a simple bowl of sour soup noodles was ready.


    One bowl per person, in this hot summer, a mouthful of cool, refreshing sour soup was most appetizing.


    Little Lang and Zhaodi slurped their noodles, eating like little piglets, but Little Wang wouldn''te in, still guarding the refrigerator.


    "Little Wang, no one can steal the refrigerator at the door,e in and eat," Chen Men called out.


    "No, I''ve already seen at least three people who want to steal my refrigerator," Yan Xiaowang mumbled.


    The sun was too hot. The little boy who had been so lively in the morning now looked like a wilted vegetable.


    He touched the cardboard box, then touched the picture and shape of the refrigerator on the box. When he thought no one was looking, he even pressed his face against it, his eyebrows curved in a smile.


    No wonder his birth mother called him a useless fool. This child''s stubbornness was a bit thick-headed.


    But seeing him wilting as he hugged the refrigerator, she felt sorry for him. So she had Zhaodi take a bowl of noodles to him: "Zhaodi, go, take this bowl of noodles to your Little Wang brother."


    "Dad!" Suddenly, Yan Xiaowang called out joyfully: "Dad, we have a refrigerator now,e quickly and carry it in!"


    In the middle of the day, Yan Zhao had returned, wearing military green trousers and holding his wide-brimmed hat in his hand.


    "Why is there a refrigerator here?" Yan Zhao''s dark face finally showed some expression. He looked a bit surprised.


    Yan Xiaowang pointed at Chen Men and said, "She bought it. We now have a refrigerator in our home too." Giving himself a thumbs up, he added, "And I didn''t let anyone into our house, you know."


    Yan Zhao shot him a cold re, and Little Wang fell silent.


    These days, Yan Zhao should have been at home all the time, logically speaking.


    Chen Men had returned and was staying in Yan Xishan''s old house. Yan Xishan would surelye to make trouble. If you can''t handle it, don''t take on the job. Despite Yan Zhao''s stern and cold demeanor, like a door god pasted on the entrance, he was exactly the door god Chen Men had invited for herself, meant to ward off Yan Xishan.


    So when she saw him return, Chen Men warmly weed him, her face beaming with a smile. "Finished with work?"


    "Just reported to the Jindong Road branch. Because I''m in charge of investigations, I urgently dealt with a batch of backlogged tasksst night. I can rest for a day or two now." Yan Zhao nced around the courtyard and said, "I''ll help you tidy up the yard."


    He knows how to tidy up the yard?


    "Do the windows need screens?" Yan Zhao asked again.


    He can install window screens too?


    "I''ll get to it now," Yan Zhao said, already rolling up his sleeves.


    Chen Men wanted to say that was enough. She knew men liked to show off a bit right after getting married.


    But there was no need to appear so eager. After all, she could hire someone to do these chores if needed.


    Rather than doing chores here, it would be better if Yan Zhao walked around Yanguan Vige in his police uniform, letting the gossip-hungry vigers get an eyeful. After all, many people were dying to know who dared to live in Yan Xishan''s house, and their curiosity was reaching a fever pitch.


    However, the surprises Yan Zhao had in store for Chen Men today were far from over.


    Sister-inw Mao, under the pretext of a neighborly visit, was actually curious about what kind of man Men had found.


    As soon as she reached the courtyard gate, she was stunned. "Isn''t this... from the First Team, Yan Peiheng''s son, little Yan Zhao? Your father was transferred, and that''s why you moved away, right? It''s been at least ten years since you''ve been back, hasn''t it?"


    So, Yan Zhao''s old home was in Yanguan Vige?


    Yanguan Vige was divided into seven teams. Chen Men lived in the Seventh Team, closest to the city, while the First Team was the farthest from the city.


    Chen Men had heard of the name Yan Peiheng. He was said to be an old military officer from the vige. Could it be that Yan Zhao was his son?


    "I am Yan Zhao," Yan Zhao actually replied.


    Sister-inw Mao looked like she wanted to peel off Yan Zhao''s face for a closer look, eximing repeatedly, "It really is little Yan Zhao!"


    Turning back, she excitedly told Chen Men, "You probably don''t know this, but Yan Zhao''s family was in the First Team. He grew up in our vige. Xishan used to smile a lot as a child, so everyone called him the Smiling King Yan. Yan Zhao, because of his fierce look, was nicknamed the Cold King Yan. Even though Yan Zhao was young, he had a mean punch. People always said, ''Despite Xishan being older, the Smiling King Yan couldn''t beat the Cold King Yan.''"


    Not only were Sister-inw Mao''s eyes about to pop out of her head, but Chen Men was also nearly floored.


    The new man she married had apparently beaten up the nouveau riche when they were kids?


    Her sister-inw had truly done a marvelous job as a matchmaker.

 Chapter 15

    Rumors, though often inurate, spread quickly.


    It had only been two or three days since Chen Men returned, but not just the Seventh Brigade, the entire Yanguan Vige knew about it.


    Although everyone was unaware of the specific identity of the man due to Yan Zhao''s constant absence, they all knew that Men had brought a man to Yan Xishan''s house.


    Take Yan Xishan''s current fianc¨¦e, Hu Xiaomei, for example.


    At the Third Brigade, by the roadside, Hu Xiaomei and her mother Qi Dongmei each carried a small redcquered bag. They wore identical floral dresses, brand new leather shoes, and matching permed hairstyles. They stood by the road, waiting for Yan Xishan''s car to pick them up.


    "Teacher Hu, isn''t it summer vacation? Why are you and Aunt Qi back in the vige today?" a student''s parent passing by asked with a smile.


    Hu Xiaomei smiled back, "There''s some work-rted business. We''re here to see Director Hu."


    The parent understood. Director Hu from the Jingdong Road Education Bureau lived in the Third Brigade. Hu Xiaomei was currently a private school teacher, still waiting for her position to be made permanent. She must be here to see Director Hu about that.


    Qi Dongmei had been staring at the sky the whole time. Once the parent left, she rolled her eyes, "The parents from the vige school all look so poor and uncultured. That woman actually called me ''aunt'', not realizing how old she looks herself. Once you be a public school teacher, I''ll have Fan Xiang help transfer you to Dongfang Elementary School."


    Hu Xiaomei didn''t want to keep teaching at the vige school either. The sry was low, and the parents couldn''t afford to give her gifts often.


    But Dongfang Elementary School wasn''t easy to transfer to. Only public school teachers could transfer there, and Hu Xiaomei was just a private school teacher. So she quickly said, "Mom, please talk to Uncle Fan. Xishan has plenty of money, he can pay whatever amount they ask for."


    "Xishan''s money came from the connections I helped him make through your Uncle Fan. By rights, that house in Yanguan Vige should have been given to our Xiao Hua. Now that Chen Men is back, we need to have a good talk with him and find a way to get that house, understand?" Qi Dongmei said.


    Hu Xiaomei nodded, "Mm-hmm."


    "When Xishan gets here, you know what to say, right? Men is his ex-wife. We can only praise her, not criticize her, got it?" Qi Dongmei asked again.


    Hu Xiaomei was getting impatient, "Mom, I know what to say."


    Qi Dongmei''s husband had died a few years ago, and she had remarried to a leader in the logistics department of Dongfang Factory named Fan Xiang. What people didn''t know was that she had actually been the other woman, getting together with Fan Xiang while his previous wife was still alive. When the ex-wife died, she conveniently became the new wife.


    Bringing along two stepchildren, she got her daughter a teaching job at the elementary school right after graduating from middle school. Her son never went to school and now worked as a manager at Yan Xishan''s coal mine. Qi Dongmei had managed to go from a widow to where she was today entirely through her own wit.


    Suddenly, a red car came speeding down the road. A man with big curly hair, fair skin, tall and thin, wearing a water-red shirt, stepped out of the car. Just looking at his features - thick eyebrows, big eyes, straight nose, deep-set eyes - he looked like a foreigner, strikingly handsome.


    This was Yan Xishan. With his looks, during the Cultural Revolution years, he had beenbeled as having the face of an "American imperialist dog" and had nearly been criticized to death.


    Butst year, when Fei Xiang sang "A Fire in Winter" on Central TV, everyone realized that he actually looked exactly like the famous star Fei Xiang. From then on, Yan Xishan also gained the nickname "Little Fei Xiang."


    Yan Xishan was the type of person who always had a smile on his face, but had more schemes than the devil.


    Because he had basically made his fortune with Qi Dongmei''s help, he was especially respectful towards her, usually addressing her as "mother-inw" this and that. But today his face was ashen, looking quite unhappy.


    Hu Xiaomei and Qi Dongmei exchanged a nce, knowing without asking that he must have heard about Chen Men''s return as well.


    After getting in the car, "A Fire in Winter" was ying, fitting the mood of the three people, each with a raging fire burning in their hearts.


    Qi Dongmei deliberately said to Hu Xiaomei, "I heard Men is back. Xishan must be so happy, Men is such a virtuous wife."


    "Mom, don''t even mention it. Men brought a man back with her. Haven''t you heard how the vigers are cursing Xishan?" Hu Xiaomei intentionally chimed in.


    Qi Dongmei continued, "What does that matter? Our Xishan doesn''t care at all. If he''s not afraid of his ancestorsughing at him, why would he care about othersughing? In my opinion, even if Men found eight more men, Xishan would still love her."


    Finally, Yan Xishan spoke up, "Mother-inw, please stop talking about this. I''ll send some people to deliver coal to Yanguan Vige in a few days to check things out."


    The mother and daughter exchanged a nce and smiled simultaneously: sending people meant sending coal miners. Coal was ck gold, and several coal bosses in the area often got into disputes. Those coal miners frequently got into fights over business, with bloodshed being minor and broken arms and legs beingmon urrences. They had plenty of fighting experience.


    Although they still didn''t know exactly who that strange man was.


    But the mother and daughter knew Yan Xishan''s temper well. He was the type to smile even if the sky was falling, so the fact that he wasn''t smiling today meant things were really serious.


    Of course, Chen Men might not know about his feelings for her, but Qi Dongmei understood all too well.


    Back when Hu Xiaomei and he first got together, Chen Men was still pregnant. For four or five years, the two of them had been sneaking around, even getting caught by the police once. To keep Chen Men from finding out, Yan Xishan had spent a full five thousand yuan to smooth things over.


    Although he resented Chen Men for her bad temper andck of sophistication, and had been considering divorce due to pressure from Qi Dongmei, his n with Hu Xiaomei was to get legally married but always take care of Men and her child.


    Hu Xiaomei was willing to agree, of course. After all, she was the other woman, and needed to be understanding for the man to like her.


    Now that Chen Men dared to bring a man to his house, Yan Xishan wasn''t just going to lose the house. What man would be willing to let his woman sleep with another man?


    Forget about ying that man alive, even Chen Men wouldn''t get off easy. As for Zhaodi, poor child, she could forget about getting any of her father''s money.


    "Mother-inw, shall we head back to Dongfang Factory?" Yan Xishan asked as they left the vige.


    Back then, after getting caught at the guesthouse, Yan Xishan had bought an apartment at Dongfang Factory to make it easier to have an affair, bing neighbors with Qi Dongmei. It also made it convenient to curry favor with the factory leaders. They all lived at Dongfang Factory now, so naturally, they should be heading back there.


    But Hu Xiaomei said, "Brother Shan, can you drop me off at the First Brigade? I need to see Men."


    Yan Xishan frowned, his tone bing harsher, "Why do you need to see her?" He was still being protective, how disgusting.


    "Don''t you know what the vigers are saying about me? Someone even reported to the Education Bureau, saying my conduct is improper. Now that I''m trying to be a permanent teacher, I need Men to help prove that there was nothing between us before, that we only got together after you divorced her. Otherwise, how can I be permanent?" Hu Xiaomei retorted.


    Hu Xiaomei was currently working on bing a permanent teacher. The school leadership had already submitted her file, but due to some rumors in the vige, other teachers were dissatisfied and making a fuss.


    She needed to find Chen Men and have her clear her name.


    Otherwise, as an elementary school teacher, being called a homewrecker and a mistress behind her back every day, how frustrating would that be?


    Yan Xishan let out a long sigh, turned the steering wheel, and headed towards the First Brigade.


    Hu Xiaomei was a people''s teacher after all. Yan Xishan, being uneducated himself, particrly valued Hu Xiaomei''s status. It was indeed necessary to have her meet with Chen Men to clear things up and strive for an early permanent position.


    Chen Men was naive and straightforward, still unaware of what had transpired between him and Hu Xiaomei.


    She and Hu Xiaomei used to be such good friends, she would surely agree.


    ...


    Human vacuum cleaner, bricyer - Chen Men didn''t know how to describe Yan Zhao.


    Moreover, his appearance was strange. Although his face was dark-skinned, when he took off his shirt, his skin transitioned from dark to bronze at the short sleeve line, then from bronze to white at the white undershirt line. So his body had three different skin tones.


    Looking at his features, Chen Men couldn''t help but think that if his face were as fair as the white part of his skin, he would look quite different - undeniably handsome, in fact.


    It''s just that he was a bit too cold.


    A single nce from him sent chills down her spine.


    He took Little Wang out for a while, and soon returned with cement and sand.


    Moving the cabs out the door only required Little Wang''s help to lend a hand. Within an hour, the kitchen floor had been tiled smooth and t. Even the walls had been sanded and whitewashed.


    The kitchen was now bright and new.


    The yard couldn''t just be cemented over. They had to dig up the vegetables first, thenpact the loosened soil beforeying cement.


    Yan Zhao circled through several rooms and surprisingly found a stone roller in the storeroom that had been used by Yan Xishan''s grandfather''s generation, to be used forpacting the ground.


    Zhaodi''s original father was the eldest at home, sitting in a lounge chair with a small teapot, making her mother do everything. But this new father was busy working, not needing her mother''s help at all.


    The child felt both excited and curious.


    Too excited to sleep lying in bed, Little Lang pulled her down, then she sat up again, was pushed down again, and sat up once more, curiously staring at her new father outside, watching non-stop.


    She really wanted to call him "Dad" now, but was too shy to say it out loud.


    This was the hottest season of the year, dry and scorching. Apart from the sizzling of electricity in the wires, even the birds flying in the sky were silenced by the heat. The whole vige was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.


    After Chen Men took a brief nap and woke up, the floor had been smoothed neatly, and the yard was as smooth as a mirror.


    Getting up from the kang bed, she saw the three children still cuddled together sleeping soundly. Chen Men first boiled some water and cooled a bowl of in water for each of them. After thinking for a moment, she sprinkled some white sugar into each child''s bowl.


    Children all love sweet things. When they wake up from their midday nap, they''ll surely be thirsty. How nice to drink a bowl of sweet cool water each.


    Chen Men was actually a bit secretly worried. She had just learned that Yan Zhao knew Yan Xishan, who was her ex-husband.


    Yan Xishan was known for drinking, gambling, visiting prostitutes, and keeping thugs as bodyguards. The coal miners he led were the worst of ruffians, with a terrible reputation throughout Xiping City.


    As the saying goes, one takes on the color of one''spany. Could Yan Zhao have some ulterior motives towards her?


    Otherwise, how could he have been working silently since he arrived, without saying a word to her?


    Couldn''t he at least talk to her?


    After cooling a cup of boiled water, Chen Men took it out, intending to strike up a conversation with him.


    Until now, they hadn''t had a calm, candid chat.


    "Have some water," she smiled as she handed him the bowl. Since the mountain won''te to me, I''ll go to the mountain. She took the initiative to break the ice.


    Yan Zhao took the bowl but didn''t even look at Chen Men''s face. He drank it in one gulp and said, "Thanks."


    He not only didn''t look at her, he didn''t even raise an eyebrow.


    "Your family is from the First Team too. Why didn''t you say so before?" Chen Men said.


    The First Team of Yanguan Vige was a ce of hidden talents. In the future, there would be nouveau riche springing up like bamboo shoots after rain, as well as countless ruffians and thugs, mostly surnamed Yan, all originating from this vige.


    "I''ve already moved away. No need to mention it," Yan Zhao coldly shut her down.


    Every time Chen Men opened her mouth, she would be rebuffed by him. How could they continue the conversation like this?


    Yan Xishan would certainlye to make trouble. What would Yan Zhao''s attitude be then?


    Were he and Yan Xishan brothers or enemies? What was their rtionship like before, and now?


    He had to be willing to talk for Chen Men to continue the conversation.


    At this point, the cement in the yard had almost hardened. Yan Zhao picked up arge stack of newspapers,ying down a sheet with each step, from the bedroom to the kitchen, and from the kitchen to the front door.


    He bent down to test the cement on the kitchen floor with his hand, found it was still soft, so he opened the kitchen window for venttion.


    Without even needing to catch his breath, he immediately started nailing window screens.


    He was like an emotionless working machine.


    But suddenly he asked Chen Men, "How did you end up marrying Yan Xishan?"


    This was like interrogating a criminal. Didn''t this man understand that she was his wife, not his prisoner?


    "Through an introduction. He was poor then and couldn''t find a wife in the city, so he married me from the countryside."


    The matchmaker at that time was Zhou Xueqin''s father, who said he would introduce Chen Men to a soldier, but Yan Xishan showed up instead.


    However, Chen Men didn''t mind Yan Xishan''s background, and they were very much in love at first.


    When they first married, if there was a puddle, Yan Xishan would carry her across it on his back. When she was pregnant with Zhaodi and craved watermelon, Yan Xishan would walk across half the city to find her a fresh one.


    She had truly loved Yan Xishan.


    Yan Zhao still didn''t look at Chen Men, focusing on the window. Suddenly he gave a thumbs up, which seemed odd - why did he suddenly give a thumbs up?


    Looking down, he swiftly cut the window screen and pressed it against the window. This man seemed to have a ruler in his eyes - the cut screen fit the window''s width perfectly.


    With a few hammer strikes, the screen was nailed in ce. "His character wasn''t great. You must have known that, right?" he said.


    One should look not just at appearance, but also at character. Yan Xishan was purely inted by money. But actually, all men are the same. When they have no money, their character seems fine - not because they''re inherently good, but because poverty forces them to behave.


    Money is an aphrodisiac that further releases their true nature. Once they have money, they show their true colors.


    Yan Zhao''s interrogating tone made Chen Men feel very ufortable.


    Moreover, he suddenly stopped what he was doing mid-sentence and went into the room, leaving her behind.


    This was too much. No wonder Zhou Xueqin chose to divorce him rather than be the wife of a police chief.


    This man didn''t have a shred of human warmth.


    But just as Chen Men red at Yan Zhao''s room, he swooshed the curtain aside and came out.


    Their eyes suddenly met. Yan Zhao avoided her gaze, while Chen Men looked at him quite calmly.


    Go ahead and interrogate, she thought. She wanted to see what else he wanted to ask.


    Handing Chen Men an envelope, Yan Zhao said slowly and deliberately, "During your marriage to Yan Xishan, did you really not know anything about what he was doing outside, what kind of things he was involved in?"


    Yan Xishan not only indulged in drinking, gambling, and visiting prostitutes, but also had arge gang of thugs under him. He woulde home dead drunk every day, though he rarely came home at all. Chen Men really didn''t know what he was doing outside.


    She didn''t even care to know. After all, Yan Xishan might smile on the surface, but he was full of deceit. It wasn''t just that their rtionship had broken down; she and Yan Xishan had different values.


    And why did Yan Zhao sound so angry?


    As she took the envelope, Chen Men''s fingers identally brushed against Yan Zhao''s. He suddenly flinched, snatching his hand back like lightning, and put the envelope on the windowsill, saying softly, "Take your time to look at it. I''m going to nail the screen on the opposite window."


    Chen Men suddenly realized that this man wasn''t angry - he was shy.


    A man approaching thirty, who had had a wife before and had two sons, was actually shy when facing a woman?

 Chapter 16

    Opening the envelope, inside was a stack of white papers.


    Turning over one sheet, it read "Administrative Penalty Notice for Gambling." The next sheet said "Administrative Penalty Notice for Provocation and Disturbance." Another sheet stated "Administrative Penalty Notice for Truck Overloading." Without exception, the penalized person on all of them was Hu Xiaohua.


    These were actually case files Yan Xishan had left at the police station. Since Hu Xiaohua was the manager of Yan Xishan''s coal factory, Hu Xiaohua took the fall while Yan Xishan hid behind as the real boss.


    Chen Men wasn''t surprised. After all, Yan Xishan earned dirty money. In his own words, he was "dancing disco on the edge of breaking thew" - illegal but not criminal. He paid fines on one hand while raking in money with the other. The police could at most fine him, but never arrest him.


    Turning to thest sheet, Chen Men was stunned. It was an "Administrative Penalty Notice for Prostitution."


    The date: July 1986.


    Incident recap: Yan Xishan and Hu Xiaomei were caught at XX Guest House during a police raid on prostitution. Upon investigation, the two had no marital rtionship and were engaged in illegal sexual rtions.


    Holding this paper, Chen Men was dumbfounded.


    The fact that Hu Xiaomei and Yan Xishan had an illicit affair was something Chen Men knew - she even had a pair of underwear as evidence.


    But that proved nothing. She didn''t have any real, effective evidence.


    This kind of prostitution penalty notice should have been given to her by the police at the time. They should have notified her to bail them out. But Yan Xishan had connections. Even if caught by the police, he could get out by spending some money.


    So Hu Xiaomei and Yan Xishan''s affair had been caught by the police two years ago, but she, like a fool, only got this penalty notice now, after marrying Yan Zhao?


    Chen Men understood Yan Zhao''s intention in giving her these documents. Yan Xishan was rotten to the core, as the saying goes "sores on his head and pus on his feet."


    He probably wanted to verify if she had been involved in Yan Xishan''s gambling, provocation, or fighting incidents.


    After all, among those businesspeople who had "gone to sea" (entered private business) nowadays, some would hire thugs to cause trouble for profit, fighting over stalls and businesses. Some women were even more vicious than men.


    Chen Men would need to exin that she had nothing to do with Yan Xishan''s business.


    But just then, Sister-inw Mao''s voice suddenly came from outside: "Men, are you home?"


    "Walk on the newspapers," said Yan Zhao, who was nailing window screens.


    Chen Men walked over on the newspapers and opened the door. "Sister-inw Mao, what''s the matter?"


    "Give me your house key, quick. I''ll lock your door from the outside. Hu Xiaomei ising. You don''t need to see her," Sister-inw Mao said.


    Chen Men had been waiting for Yan Xishan toe. So Yan Xishan hadn''te, but Hu Xiaomei had shown up first?


    "Why''s that?" Chen Men asked again.


    Sister-inw Mao waved her hand. "Isn''t she a private school teacher? I heard her official appointment is about toe through. But some other teachers have written letters to the Education Bureau reporting that her private life is depraved and she has an unclear rtionship with the nouveau riche Yan Xishan. She just took a bucket of cooking oil to your Uncle Yan, saying she''lle to find youter. She wants you and your Uncle Yan to testify for her, to prove that she and Yan Xishan had a proper marriage arranged by a matchmaker. Just think about it, isn''t she trying to frame you? Your Uncle Yan will pretend to be sick and won''te. You should lock your door too. We shouldn''t bother with that kind of woman."


    After all, Chen Men was the ex-wife and already divorced.


    During her marriage to Yan Xishan, she had no direct evidence to prove Yan Xishan''s infidelity, nor did the vigers. If Hu Xiaomei went to find the vige secretary now, the secretary would know the truth but be unwilling to act, and could only pretend to be sick.


    And if Hu Xiaomei came to Chen Men''s door, they used to be good friends, and Zhaodi would have to attend Yanguan Primary School in the future. Would Chen Men give this testimony or not?


    If she didn''t, Yan Xishan had plenty of connections in the Education Bureau. With a little bribe, Hu Xiaomei wouldn''t be fired, at most just missing this round of official appointments and waiting for the next.


    But Zhaodi would still have to attend Yanguan Primary School. Hu Xiaomei had many teacher friends there. What if they united to make things difficult for Zhaodi?


    If she did testify, everyone clearly knew about Hu Xiaomei and Yan Xishan''s improper rtionship. It was like a glob of thick snot - wouldn''t Chen Men just be disgusting herself?


    Seeing Sister-inw Mao so flustered, Chen Men looked back at the stack of penalty notices on the window. Among them was an "Administrative Penalty Notice for Prostitution" - living proof.


    Yan Zhao wasn''t just her door god, he was her east wind.


    If Hu Xiaomei was just a mistress, like a glob of spit on the roadside, Chen Men wouldn''t even bother with her.


    But now Hu Xiaomei wanted to use her to clear her name. That wouldn''t do. Although the overall teaching staff at Yanguan Primary School wasn''t great, she couldn''t let Hu Xiaomei mislead the children.


    As they spoke, Hu Xiaomei, unable to get Yan Xiong to testify for her, had already left Yan Xiong''s house and was walking this way carrying a bucket of cooking oil.


    Sister-inw Mao looked back, quickly shut Chen Men''s door, and hid.


    Chen Men could understand why she was being so cautious.


    Not to mention that Yan Xishan was now a local tyrant, he also had Hu Xiaohua under him. Hu Xiaohua was called a manager at the coal factory, but he was just a thug - the kind who liked to sneak up and hit people on the back of the head with bricks in the dead of night.


    With the reform and opening up, old certificates were invalidated andnd was equally distributed. Although they were still vigers, everyone had to earn their living by their own abilities.


    Though Yan Xiong was the vige secretary and managed big affairs,w enforcement wasn''t as strict as before. Those scabby-headed thugs would get caught fighting, be sent to the police station for criticism and education, and be released after a couple of days. Then they''d fight again, get locked up again - going to the station was like going home for them.


    People tried to avoid trouble with such individuals as much as possible. There was no need to bring trouble upon oneself for someone else''s affairs.


    In this regard, even though Yan Zhao was a policeman, it didn''t help. After all, most of the police on Jindong Road were in cahoots with the local tyrants and nouveau riche. Yan Zhao had just arrived, and those local tyrants weren''t afraid of one small-time cop.


    It wasn''t far, but there were still seven or eight houses between them. Hu Xiaomei was walking over, but halfway there she saw Third Sister-inw Huange out of her house and suddenly stopped. The two seemed to be talking about something.


    Chen Men turned back to retrieve the envelope.


    But just as she reached the window, Yan Zhao''s rough,rge hand caught hers.


    What did he mean? This was evidence. He had given it to her, so why wouldn''t he let her use it?


    "No fighting," he said.


    Seeing Chen Men''s incredulous look, Yan Zhao continued, "Since I''m going to marry you, I''ve investigated everything Yan Xishan has done over the years. I know all his secrets."


    So he not only knew that Yan Xishan had solicited prostitutes, but also knew all about the improprieties between Yan Xishan and Hu Xiaomei.


    Did he think she was going out to fight Hu Xiaomei because he heard she wasing?


    What kind of person did he take her for?


    And he was hurting her hand.


    This man, his hands were not only efficient at work but really strong when grabbing someone.


    "Little Wang''s dad, can you let go of me?" she asked.


    "No fighting, even if the other party is wrong. The police can punish them, but you can''t," Yan Zhao said again. "Arguing is fine, but not here. It would affect the children."


    They weren''t even married yet and barely knew each other. How could this man think she was going to go out and fight someone?


    She hadn''t even thought about arguing.


    Someone like Hu Xiaomei wasn''t worth the effort of opening her mouth to argue with.


    Just then, Chen Men suddenly turned her head and saw three heads lined up at the ss window, all looking at them with terrified expressions.


    The moment Chen Men turned around, Zhaodi dodged to the left, while Little Wang and Little Lang huddled together. In that instant, the children from the two families spontaneously divided into two camps, clearly demarcated. Little Wang and Little Lang stared at her, while Zhaodi, her face flushed red with anger, red at Yan Zhao.


    Children in remarried families have very sensitive rtionships. In her previous life, Zhaodi never truly became siblings with the L¨¹ children. In fact, L¨¹ Dabao often bullied Zhaodi when she wasn''t paying attention.


    It was just that Zhaodi, afraid of causing her trouble, always remained silent and refused to speak up.


    But now, Little Lang treated Zhaodi like a real sister. Although Little Wang was stubborn, at least he had never bullied Zhaodi. Whenever there was food, if Little Lang got a share, Zhaodi would get one too.


    This newly established friendship and familial bond could vanish in an instant due to parents'' quarrels or disputes between each other.


    Yan Zhao''s tone was hard as steel, and Chen Men was about to argue back. In the children''s eyes, weren''t their parents just fighting?


    So while Chen Men was still struggling a moment ago, upon seeing the children, she immediately gave up her resistance and asked them with a smile, "Are you awake?"


    Her tone was soft as she raised Yan Zhao''s hand, pretending to shake it yfully, indicating that they were just fooling around.


    Little Lang was the first to grin, saying, "Mommy, I''m thirsty."


    This carefree little fellow would call whoever fed him "mom," and his "mommy" sounded so crisp and clear.


    "There''s cool boiled water on the table, one cup for each of you. Go drink quickly," Chen Men said.


    Little Lang was so thirsty that he was the first to slide off the kang bed, but he was too short to reach the cups on the table.


    At this time, Zhaodi and Little Wang were still in a state of alert, not moving from their spots. Fortunately, Yan Zhao had already released Chen Men''s hand. She turned and went inside, bringing a cup to Little Lang.


    Dad was watching from outside, and Mom was bending down with a smile. Little Lang took several big gulps and looked up at Chen Men, grinning contentedly, "It''s sweet."


    "Sweet? I want to drink too." Little Wang instantly became childish, also jumping off the kang bed, picking up a cup and drinking it all in one go. He let out a breath, "It really is sweet!"


    Zhaodi, who was used to drinking her mother''s cooled sugar water, slid off the bed and picked up her own cup, saying, "Isn''t this normal? All mothers prepare cool boiled water for their children when they wake up from their naps."


    However, her words didn''t resonate with the other two.


    Instead, Little Wang and Little Lang both pouted at the same time: this was the first time in their lives that they had cool boiled water prepared by a mother when they woke up from a nap.


    They picked up their cups and drank again, feeling cool and refreshed.


    As Little Wang put down his cup, a cry was heard from outside. It was Third Sister-inw Huang''s voice: "Xiaomei, may heaven strike me down, how could Teacher Huang possibly report you? He''s been a volunteer teacher for twenty years, teaching children since the Cultural Revolution without earning a penny. He teaches until now purely out of love for teaching. He never even thought about getting a permanent position."


    Hu Xiaomei''s voice followed: "I don''t believe Teacher Huang reported me either, but the education bureau leaders asked me to exin the situation to Teacher Huang. I think I should at least exin."


    Third Sister-inw Huang''s husband, Huang Zhengde, was also a volunteer teacher who had been teaching for a full twenty years without getting a permanent position.


    He was Hu Xiaomei''spetitor.


    Listen to how understanding Hu Xiaomei''s words sound.


    But how much content is actually in that one sentence?


    The education bureau leaders personally asked her to exin the situation to Teacher Huang. Doesn''t that nail Teacher Huang as the one who wrote the report?


    "May heaven strike us down, if Teacher Huang really reported you, may my husband and I be struck by lightning or electrocuted," Sister-inw Huang''s voice was already choked with tears.


    Hu Xiaomei''s tone also sounded troubled: "Sister-inw Huang, no one said it was Teacher Huang who reported me, but please just act as a witness for me. After all, Men is my good friend and also Xishan''s ex-wife. She can help exin the situation for me, okay?"


    At this moment, Chen Men grabbed the envelope in front of Yan Zhao and went out.


    Yan Zhao, on the other hand, quickly closed all the windows and even the door with a few swift movements.


    It was summer afternoon, and the house was facing west. Wasn''t he afraid of suffocating the children inside?


    "Men, Sister-inw Mao just said you weren''t home, but aren''t you here?" As soon as Hu Xiaomei saw Chen Men, her eyes lit up with joy, and she reached out to grab Chen Men''s hand. "You went back to the countryside for a while, and your skin looks even better. Tell me quickly, what cosmetics are you using?"


    Don''t think that all mistresses are arrogant and look down on others while putting themselves on a pedestal.


    The mistresses who truly seed are both gentle and understanding. As long as Hu Xiaomei wanted to curry favor with someone, a few words of conversation would make that person feel like a spring breeze.


    The reason why Hu Xiaomei had a good rtionship with Chen Men was quite peculiar. Whatever clothes Chen Men bought, she would buy the same. Whatever cosmetics Chen Men used, she would immediately buy a bottle. She always tried to act like Chen Men''s soulmate, persistently clinging to her, which was how their rtionship became good.


    She not only wanted to dress exactly like Chen Men but also often liked to sigh and say, "Ah, the same clothes just look better on you than on me."


    Taking a step back to move forward, belittling herself to praise others, praising and praising until she stabs you ¨C this was Hu Xiaomei''s style.


    "Is my skin good? I''m using Yu Xi," Chen Men said.


    Hu Xiaomei immediately blurted out, "Oh my goodness, you can afford Yu Xi? Your new man must be very rich!"


    These words reeked of a mistress''s mentality.


    Why does buying cosmetics have to involve finding a man?


    But in Hu Xiaomei''s view of money, everything a woman hases from men.


    However, discussing this now was beside the point. Hu Xiaomei came with a purpose, and she had to achieve her goal.


    "Men, many people at the education bureau are talking about me... but you know... a man like Xishan doesn''t deserve a good woman like you. I was also forced by my mother, but now so many people are talking about me, you have to..." By now, many people had gathered at the door to watch, after all, the vigers had been waiting for so long, who wouldn''t be curious about Men''s attitude?


    Hu Xiaomei wanted to force Men to say those words herself: "I was the one who didn''t want Yan Xishan."


    After all, Men was proud and arrogant, and ever since she married Yan Xishan, she had never looked up to him. She would definitely say something like that.


    But Chen Men instead turned to ask Third Sister-inw Huang a question: "Sister-inw Huang, Teacher Huang still hasn''t gotten a permanent position?"


    "What permanent position? I keep telling him to go into business, but he won''t. Those who went into business early have all made big money, but he insists on being a teacher. He deserves to never get a permanent position in his life," Third Sister-inw Huang was fuming.


    Yes, the report about Hu Xiaomei was indeed written by Huang Zhengde.


    Because Hu Xiaomei herself had no knowledge or culture, and she liked to teach children incorrectly. She even taught children to pronounce "shoes" as "hoes" and "foot" as "joot."


    Huang Zhengde, being a bookworm, felt that Hu Xiaomei was misleading the children.


    He didn''t consider that she had connections, and even if she was misleading children, so what? The education bureau leaders weren''t concerned, so why was he worrying about it?


    "Sister-inw Huang, I also have a report here. I haven''t opened it to look yet. I don''t know if it''s written by Teacher Huang. Would you like to look at it first?" Chen Men said, handing over the envelope.


    Sister-inw Huang was furious when she heard this: "What? Teacher Huang wrote you a letter too?" How could this man be so troublesome?


    He even wrote a report to Men, probably reporting about Hu Xiaomei and Yan Xishan''s affair. Why doesn''t he just drop dead!


    "Sister-inw, take this letter home and give it to Teacher Huang. If there''s anything, let''s handle it calmly. Don''t be impulsive," Chen Men added.


    Not to mention that all the onlookers had now turned their attention to Sister-inw Huang, even Hu Xiaomei had left Chen Men and was now clinging to Sister-inw Huang.


    She wanted to know more than anyone if this letter was written by Huang Zhengde.


    If so, she would have cleared her name without Chen Men even having to open her mouth.


    Chen Men closed the door with a bang, meeting Yan Zhao''s dark, brooding eyes. His eyes were still as ck as ever.


    She pped her hands and smiled, asking the children: "Do you want to watch TV?"


    "We can watch TV too?" Little Wang could hardly believe it, after all, the TV at grandmother''s house was always monopolized by grandfather, and they rarely got to watch.


    Chen Men went in and turned on the TV: "Of course. I''ve seen the schedule, there''s ''ck Cat Detective'' this afternoon. You can watch however you like, you can watch all afternoon today."


    Zhaodi felt this was quite normal and turned to switch on the TV.


    Little Wang and Little Lang exchanged nces, stars twinkling in the little ones'' eyes: Was there anything more wonderful in this world than being able to watch TV to their heart''s content all afternoon?


    Chen Men nced at Yan Zhao again, seeing that he still had no expression, but he had quietly opened the windows and the door, and even hung up the curtains.


    She lowered her head, smiled slightly, and prepared to go out to buy popsicles for the children.


    This man was really ridiculous, always thinking about arguing.


    Not to mention that she never intended to argue with Hu Xiaomei in the first ce, she just wanted to give the public school teacher qualification to the person who deserved it more.


    Sister-inw Huang was also a clever person. After being bullied by Hu Xiaomei like that, if she made a big scene here, she would be at a disadvantage. She would certainly make the most of the value of that letter.


    Moreover, even if Sister-inw Huang acted impulsively and made a big fuss outside, publicly tearing into Hu Xiaomei, so what?


    Yan Xishan''s reputation was already in tatters. Zhaodi had been beaten so badly by Yan Xishan, the child must face the reality about her biological father. What Chen Men really wanted was for Zhaodi to understand all of Yan Xishan''s filth and sordidness, and willingly cut ties with him.


    Now, let the children immerse themselves in the joy of cartoons and enjoy a happy time.


    "I''m going to buy popsicles. Dad, do you want one?" she asked the children with a grin, deliberately.


    From Little Wang''s dad, directly upgraded to dad?


    Was she really calling him that?


    Yan Zhao''s face noticeably twitched, though he remained expressionless.


    But for the children, the effect was significant, as Zhaodi put her arm around Little Lang''s shoulder while tugging at Little Wang.


    The bond between the three little ones seemed to be sealed with super glue, unbreakable in that instant.


    Chen Men thought: If it weren''t for the children''s sake, that scumbag could go wherever he pleased...

 Chapter 17

    It''s 2 PM, and the cement in the courtyard is rapidly solidifying.


    Due to the intense heat, evaporated water has formed a thinyer of mist, softening the sun''s rays. Looking out from inside the house, the entire ground seems to be covered with a shimmeringyer of stars.


    Yan Xiaowang''s most anticipated event today is the big refrigerator. He ns to use the thirty-some yuan in his pocket to buy popsicles wholesale.


    Popsicles cost eight fen wholesale and can be sold for one jiao. Though he only makes two fen profit per stick, far less than selling pirated tapes, his tape recorder is broken, so now he can only earn a meager profit by selling popsicles.


    But despite his eagerness to make money, when the TV is turned on and the majestic opening theme of "ck Cat Detective" starts ying, thinking about One-Ear the viin and wondering what mischief he''s up to today, and how ck Cat Detective will solve the case, Yan Xiaowang can''t bring himself to move.


    Moreover, for Yan Xiaowang, who is always busy selling tapes outside, this is the first time he''s sat quietly on a bench watching TV, and the feeling is truly wonderful.


    ...


    Everyone is looking at Third Sister-inw Huang.


    Hu Xiaomei is on the verge of tears. As Third Sister-inw Huang dodges this way, she follows; when Third Sister-inw Huang dodges that way, she follows again.


    Third Sister-inw Huang hurries home, her mind racing, inwardly ming her husband.


    Suddenly she stops and stares, and in the instant she sees that "Prostitution Notice," she almost loses her mind and screams, but immediatelyes to her senses.


    Huang Zhengde has been working as an elementary school teacher since graduating from high school. He''s now 42 and has worked in the education system for 24 years, inhaling chalk dust for 24 years, teaching two generations of fathers and sons, and still hasn''t received a permanent position.


    Their only son, who attended the best high school in the city and consistently ranked first in his ss, destined for Tsinghua or Peking University, was killed by arge truck on his way home after evening self-study.


    The driver fled, and just like that, a child was gone.


    A permanent position, which would provide retirement benefits, is the only hope for their old age.


    He lives with extreme caution, fearing that any mistake might cost him the permanent position.


    To leave a good impression on the leaders, not only does he teach diligently, but the couple, on their temporary teacher''s sry, also have to give gifts to everyone from the principal to the director, and even the education bureau during holidays.


    But every time the qualifications for permanent positionse down, Huang Zhengde is never included. The leaders always say, "Teacher Huang, try a bit harder, you''ll definitely get it next year."


    The couple has med the country and the government. Every night, Huang Zhengde gets so angry he doesn''t want to teach anymore, but every morning when he wakes up, he feels he can''t let the children down and goes to school with his lesson ns.


    But Hu Xiaomei, who was caught for prostitution with Yan Xishan two years ago, what right does she have to get a permanent position?


    Of course, Hu Xiaomei can, because the education bureau leader is from her vige and they have a good rtionship.


    Huang Zhengde can only afford to give small gifts like peanuts and milk biscuits, while Hu Xiaomei gives expensive cigarettes and alcohol. How can hepare with Hu Xiaomei?


    "Xiaomei, isn''t Director Hu from the education bureau from your Third Brigade?" Third Sister-inw Huang suddenly asks Hu Xiaomei.


    Indeed, Hu Xiaomei had juste from Director Hu''s house.


    It was Director Hu who hinted for her toe to the First Brigade to clear her name.


    ...


    "This letter was indeed written by Huang Zhengde. I''m here to apologize on his behalf. Come on, let''s go see Director Hu," Third Sister-inw Huang says, holding the envelope.


    "Actually, as long as Teacher Huang works hard, he can still get a permanent position. There''s no need to apologize. Just ask Teacher Huang to help clear my name," Hu Xiaomei says. It''s not that she''s not smart enough, but she never imagined there would be a "Prostitution Administrative Penalty Notice."


    Third Sister-inw Huang grabs Hu Xiaomei and calls back to Second Sister Liu, "Second Sister, go call Huang Zhengde. We''re going to Director Hu''s house in the Third Brigade to apologize to Xiaomei."


    "What? What''s wrong with Third Sister-inw Huang? Men is really something, giving a report letter like that to Hu Xiaomei. Huang Zhengde only wrote it because he felt she was wronged. How could she give it to Hu Xiaomei? These women just don''t think straight," someone says.


    Another person says, "Poor Huang Zhengde, he''s been teaching for so many years, and now he''s being forced to apologize to a young girl?"


    "Let''s go and see what happens," people say. After all, hearts are made of flesh, and Huang Zhengde seems to be getting too raw a deal.


    Of course, Hu Xiaomei is delighted, not realizing this might be a trap.


    After all, for her, getting a permanent position and clearing her name are extremely important.


    There''s no such thing as true love in this world. Chen Men is so beautiful and works tirelessly at home, yet Yan Xishan still cheats on her.


    When men choose women, it''s not about how pretty they are, but about their social status, social value, and how obedient they are.


    This is also why Yan Xishan was willing to marry her after divorcing Men.


    Once she bes a public school teacher, she wants to transfer to Dongfang Elementary School, then be rated as excellent, further improving her social status.


    Only in this way will Yan Xishan continue to value her. After all, a wife who''s a teacher is much more prestigious to show off than a rural woman.


    The entire vige, except for Yan Xiong who''s feigning illness, is heading to the Third Brigade.


    As the vige growsrger and the poption increases, there''s no clear boundary between the brigades anymore. The Third Brigade starts right after the First Brigade ends.


    Although it''s summer vacation, on a weekday, Director Hu should be at work.


    Why is he at home? Because Hu Xiaomei came to give gifts today, and he specifically took the day off to wait for her.


    In the suburbs, most people are half-farmers, half-workers. Even though Director Hu works at the district education bureau, his wife is a farmer withnd. On days he''s home, he still has to work, and right now he''s shoveling manure from the cesspool.


    Suddenly, a crowd of people surrounds him.


    The vigers actually know what''s going on. Most of them are here to use their seniority to persuade Director Hu not to criticize Huang Zhengde.


    He''s taught from father to son, been a temporary teacher, and even lost his own son. He''s had it too hard.


    He''s just in Hu Xiaomei''s way, and while the nouveau riche may be overbearing these days, ordinary people need to survive too.


    Huang Zhengde alsoes running, grabbing Third Sister-inw Huang: "What are you doing?"


    "Pah, shameless," Third Sister-inw Huang shouts.


    Of course, everyone thinks Third Sister-inw Huang is shouting at Huang Zhengde.


    Hu Xiaomei quickly steps forward and says, "Director Hu, Teacher Huang wants to apologize to me, but I don''t think it''s necessary..."


    "Zhengde, I strongly support your permanent position, but a few leaders at the bureau still think you should be trained for two more years. Don''t reject your colleagues... If you make a fuss like this, you''ll only damage your image in the leaders'' eyes and make it harder to get a permanent position," Director Hu says as he picks up his manure buckets, adding, "Everyone, please make way, let me through."


    The first twenty years saw a major cultural regression, and now these leaders are all uneducated.


    These country bumpkins might not know much, but they''re experts at making excuses and taking bribes.


    "Leader, I don''t mind whoever gets a permanent position, I really don''t. Forget it, I''ll resign, I''ll go into business, I quit!" Huang Zhengde is almost crying. His shrew of a wife, what is she doing?


    Director Hu was already annoyed with him, and now with this scene, he''s even more irritated.


    If Director Hu wasn''t carrying two buckets of manure, Third Sister-inw Huang wouldn''t have such a perfect opportunity.


    She''s much more fiery than Chen Men. She spits on the penalty notice and ps it right onto Director Hu''s forehead.


    "Hey, hey, who''s that? Don''t joke around," Director Hu keeps shouting.


    But he can''t reach up to remove it because he''s holding the manure buckets. If he lets go, the manure will spill.


    But if he doesn''t remove it, why isn''t anyone helping him take the paper off his forehead?


    Not only does she stick it on, Third Sister-inw Huang, fearing Hu Xiaomei might try to snatch it, grabs Hu Xiaomei and starts reading loudly: "Hereby, Hu Xiaomei, after drinking with Yan Xishan at Dream Paris, when drunk..."


    "Is this from two years ago?"


    "Caught for prostitution, doesn''t that mean Hu Xiaomei was working as a prostitute?"


    "Who would''ve thought she was involved with Yan Xishan when she was working as a prostitute?"


    "I knew it..."


    Suddenly, many people were whispering. With a ng, Director Hu spilled the manure bucket, soaking his feet in excrement. He snatched off the paper, nced at it, then turned to look at Hu Xiaomei, dumbfounded.


    No one knew how Hu Xiaomei left the vige.


    They only heard her crying as she ran, shouting: "Brother Shan, Brother Shan, save me!"


    How shameless, calling Yan Xishan "Brother Shan."


    Of course, everyone knew without guessing that Chen Men had given that list to Third Sister-inw Huang.


    Mrs. Mao sighed from afar: "As expected of Men."


    Several women gathered around, sighing together: "We don''t have Men''s generosity."


    This was why everyone in the vige loved Men so much.


    She had such information, and seeing Hu Xiaomeie to the vige, she didn''t act out of spite or confront Hu Xiaomei directly. Instead, she gave it to Third Sister-inw Huang, allowing her to hold her head high for once.


    However, until today, the only person in the vige who knew Yan Zhao was at Yan Xishan''s house was still Mrs. Mao.


    She didn''t tell anyone. Let the shameless Xishan, the whoremonger Xishan,e and see what a good man Men had found now.


    ...


    Meanwhile, at Chen Men''s house, because the cement floor wasn''t dry yet, they could only keep the children confined to the room, letting them watch TV.


    Chen Men was going to buy popsicles and also needed to buy groceries.


    Yan Zhao had gone to paint the other rooms.


    This working machine in just a white tank top seemed to be perpetually in motion, as if he never tired.


    Since he was working so hard, Chen Men naturally wanted to make a good dinner to thank him, but she didn''t know his tastes, so she wasn''t sure what to cook.


    After setting out another ss of cool boiled water, she thought for a moment. Because this man was so diligent, Chen Men sprinkled some sugar in it, handed it to Yan Zhao and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"


    Yan Zhao paused his brush for a moment: "Anything is fine, cook what you like."


    Is that how people talk?


    Does this man even know how tomunicate normally with others? Chen Men had been married twice, but she often found herself at a loss for words with Yan Zhao,pletely unsure how to interact with him.


    And couldn''t he see she was smiling? How hard was it to give her a smile back?


    But just then, a timid voice behind her said, "Dad loves oil-sshed noodles, and he likes lots of vinegar and lots of chili oil."


    Turning around, she saw Yan Xiaowang standing there, wearing only a small white tank top, looking skinny.


    Actually, it was Yan Xiaowang who loved oil-sshed noodles and spicy chili oil. He couldn''t get enough of the chili oil from two nights ago.


    Yan Zhao said to his son, "You''ll eat whatever your mom makes, don''t butt in."


    Yan Xiaowang bit his lip and obediently walked away.


    So, oil-sshed noodles it would be.


    However, just as she was about to leave, her eyes fell on the newspaper on the floor, and she suddenly stopped.


    The paper read: "Yesterday, government bond rates fell below 5%, hitting an all-time low."


    These days, people with money were at a disadvantage holding onto it, because prices kept rising. The money that could buy a meat sandwich yesterday might only buy a in bun tomorrow.


    But it wasn''t worth putting in the bank for a fixed-term deposit either, because there were fees for term deposits. A deposit of 10,000 yuan would incur 100 yuan in fees per year, so savings would decrease over time.


    The most popr option was buying government bonds, like stocks in the future. Bond prices fluctuated daily, and they could be traded immediately. In other words, if you bought bonds today and didn''t want to hold them, you could sell them tomorrow.


    In her previous life, Chen Men had married Lu Jingyu around this time.


    She remembered that after getting their marriage certificate, Lu Jingyu went and bought 500 yuan worth of government bonds. The next day, the bond rate skyrocketed, and Lu Jingyu made 75 yuan, praising her for bringing him good fortune.


    Now the bond rate was only four percentage points. She remembered clearly that the day after tomorrow, bonds would suddenly surge to sixteen percentage points, and she had 18,000 yuan in hand.


    Deciding to act, Chen Men took her passbook and headed straight for the credit union nearest to Yanguan Vige.


    After withdrawing all her money, she went directly to the Bank of China across the street.


    Hearing she was there to buy government bonds, the teller smiled and said, "Comrade, you have a good eye. Although the bond rate is low now, it will definitely rise. If you buy 500 yuan worth and hold for a year, I guarantee you''ll earn several dozen yuan."


    "Eighteen thousand, I want to buy it all," Chen Men pushed several thick stacks of money across the counter.


    The teller''s hand shook like she had Parkinson''s as she worked the abacus. She handed Chen Men a stack of treasury bonds and specifically said, "Even if you want to change your mind now, you can''t sell today. You have to wait until tomorrow to sell, understand?"


    She was afraid Chen Men would back out and ruin her performance.


    Holding the stack of brand new treasury bonds that still smelled of ink, Chen Men did a rough calction. Even if the rate only rose by 9 percentage points, she would earn nearly 2,000 yuan.


    That would cover the cost of a refrigerator.


    In her previous life, to bring Zhaodi to live with her as soon as possible, she had paid close attention to the rise and fall of government bonds every day.


    Although she couldn''t remember exactly, she recalled the general trends. If she made a few more trades, she could earn even more. Wouldn''t that allow her to install an air conditioner and buy a big color TV for the house?


    This was Chen Men''s first time earning money. Although the money wasn''t in hand yet, the feeling of being able to make money was truly wonderful.


    Returning to the market, she didn''t need to buy vegetables, but she needed to buy some dried chili peppers and have the shopkeeper grind them into chili powder.


    Sesame seeds had always been expensive, costing 30 cents for 50 grams. They were used sparingly and would settle if left for too long, so Chen Men only bought 100 grams.


    Though small in quantity, this was the essence of oil-sshed noodles.


    When hot oil is poured over toasted sesame seeds, it gives the bowl of noodles an extra fragrant aroma.


    She had been out for no more than two hours. As soon as she entered the house, she saw that the TV was off and the three children were sitting in a row under the eaves, picking through the vegetables they had dug up from the ground.


    Yan Xiaowang was particrly meticulous in his work. Not only did he shake off all the dirt thoroughly, but he also divided the vegetables into small bundles and tied them neatly with cotton string.


    He was a bit of a perfectionist, arranging all the small vegetables in neat, tower-like stacks.


    "Why aren''t you watching TV?" Chen Men asked.


    Little Lang replied dejectedly, "Dad wouldn''t let us."


    As soon as Men left, Yan Zhao had turned off the TV and red at the children sternly, telling them toe out and work.


    They were angry but didn''t dare speak up, feeling very wronged.


    "How about this," Chen Men suggested, "we have too many of these small vegetables to eat at once. Why don''t you take them outside and set up a stall to sell them?"


    The two younger ones were still dazed, but Yan Xiaowang suddenly jumped up: "Auntie, let me sell them! I promise I''ll sell them all in half an hour."


    This little guy really enjoyed doing business, and he was quite the little schemer. He knew that in this era, people were very honest and straightforward.


    But he also knew that wilted vegetables wouldn''t sell well, so he sprinkled some water on them to freshen up the leaves.


    Chen Men emptied her vegetable basket for them to use, and watched as the children left hand in hand before smiling and entering the kitchen.


    ...


    Ordinarily, Yan Zhao''s family would sleep in one room, while Chen Men and Zhaodi would sleep in another.


    But Zhaodi was next door, and she was particrly good at singing.


    Late at night, she started singing while bathing, going from "The Shepherdess" to "Returning to My Mother''s Home," then to "The Mountain Azaleas Bloom Red." One song after another.


    Her voice was as sweet as a real little singer from a record yer.


    She sang while bathing Little Lang, who was already snoring in the big washbasin. After the bath, the two of them rolled into bed together.


    After they fell asleep, Chen Men began to bathe and wash herself in her own bedroom.


    Looking at the sleeping Zhaodi on the kang bed, she was still calcting her money. In any era, extracurricr lessons cost money. Zhaodi sang so well, she had to earn some money quickly to find her a good teacher.


    However, she didn''t n to tell Yan Zhao about these things.


    Chen Men understood men''s nature all too well. Take Lu Jingyu for example - when she advised buying government bonds and the prices kept rising, he would praise her as a wife who brought good fortune. But when she suggested buying some for herself, he would smile and say, "Women are better off being docile. Men, what I love most about you is your obedience. Don''t change yourself - honest and dutiful women are the most lovable, understand?"


    From then on, Men knew that men didn''t like women making money.


    "Mama, we sold four bunches of bok choy today and made 40 cents. I have it all here," Zhaodi suddenly opened her eyes and pulled out 40 cents from under her pillow.


    Chen Men was stunned for a moment, thinking Yan Xiaowang was quite remarkable. After all, most six or seven-year-olds don''t have a sense of money, but Yan Xiaowang loved it so much.


    Shouldn''t he have kept the money from selling vegetables for himself? Why did he give it back to Zhaodi?


    Not only was he principled, but he wasn''t greedy either. At the very least, he was a little gentleman. So why did Zhou Xueqin always speak of him with such bitterness in her past life? What unforgivable things would this child do in the future?


    In the other room, that future rebel and little gentleman was lying in bed, ears perked up and eyes as round as light bulbs, watching his father undress.


    The singing from next door had finally stopped, but there was the sound of running water.


    His father was undressing very slowly, tilting his ear as if listening to the water next door. His chest was heaving heavily.


    His face was flushed and muscles tense, just like when he used to argue with mom and get angry.


    Suddenly the water sound stopped, and his father paused, his breath catching.


    Was he not angry anymore?


    Gathering his courage, Yan Xiaowang asked softly, "Dad, I can''t sleep. Could you sing me a song too?"


    Yan Zhao whipped his head around, his dark eyes looking at his son in disbelief.


    "I don''t know how to sing. How about you get up and I''ll teach you to do push-ups?" Yan Zhao asked.


    Yan Xiaowang quickly ducked under the covers.


    In the few times they had spent together, whenever Yan Xiaowang said he couldn''t sleep at night, Yan Zhao would make him do push-ups. At first, Yan Xiaowang thought it was fun, butter he realized his dad could do push-ups endlessly, and doing them together would exhaust him.


    "Get up, let''s do push-ups," Yan Zhao said again.


    Yan Xiaowang buried his head under the covers: "Snore... Dad, I''m already asleep."


    In fact, thest time Yan Xiaowang had seen this father, he was only three and a half years old and couldn''t remember what he looked like. It wasn''t untilst month when he was discharged from the army that Yan Xiaowang truly saw him.


    He''d been home for half a month, and every day mom would argue and fight with him.


    He never hit back or yelled. He always just stood there like now, face gloomy and motionless, coldly watching Zhou Xueqin.


    Sleeping together, Yan Xiaowang actually felt very ufortable.


    Next door, Little Lang must be sleeping soundly.

 Chapter 18

    There were still many small green vegetables left in the yard that hadn''t been sold yesterday, now stored in the refrigerator.


    Today, the children woke up early, moring to go sell vegetables again.


    Yan Zhao had said yesterday that he would stay home for another day. Chen Men hadn''t assigned him any tasks yet. Early in the morning, she saw him already heading to the bathroom with a broom, and soon after, he came out carrying a wastebasket.


    During the time she was away, the bathroom had be very dirty.


    Chen Men had never cleaned a bathroom in either of her two lifetimes, always paying someone else to do it. She hadn''t gotten around to cleaning it these past few days, so every time she went in and out, she had to stuff two wads of tissue in her nose.


    This man was unusual - he actually knew how to clean a bathroom.


    Today, Chen Men decided not to buy breakfast. She wanted to personally make breakfast for the man willing to clean the bathroom.


    The children were selling vegetables at the door when Little Wang smelled a suddenly enticing aroma wafting from the kitchen. Too shy to ask Chen Men himself, he nudged Zhaodi: "Quick, ask your mom what delicious thing she''s making."


    "Mom, what are you making for breakfast?" Zhaodi called back.


    "Steamed buns with spicy oil, some pickles, and porridge. How does that sound?" Chen Men replied.


    Little Wang remembered the spicy and fragrant oil fromst night, with its roasted sesame seeds and Sichuan peppercorn vor. Putting it inside a steamed bun, the boy couldn''t help but think: How does this stepmother always manage to make the foods he likes?


    On the clean street, passersby, especially the women, looked curiously at Little Wang and Little Lang.


    Many women approached the children, even though they could buy vegetables at the market. asionally, one would pat Little Wang''s head and ask, "How much for a bunch?"


    "Ten cents."


    "Here''s ten cents. You''re a good boy. Don''t bully Zhaodi, okay?" The woman would pat Little Wang''s cheek.


    A child''s status in the vige depended on how their parents were regarded.


    Little Wang epted the money and sniffled. He wondered why he and Little Lang were bullied so much at their grandmother''s house.


    It was because the vige women always called Zhou Xueqin a vixen.


    Little Wang was slowly starting to like this vige.


    ...


    As the morning sun rose, across a fertile field and separated by a road from Yanguan Vige, stood thergest factory in all of Xiping City - Dongfang Group, which specialized in electronics. Beyond Dongfang Group were Ximei Group and Qinchuan Group, and behind them was a stretch of darknd where several coal bosses had gathered. Yan Xishan owned two coal mines and had leased a plot ofnd here for a coal yard.


    In the coal yard, amidst a crowd of people dressed in ck, a figure in light red stood out strikingly.


    This was, of course, Yan Xishan.


    Following behind him was Hu Xiaomei''s brother, Hu Xiaohua, who was also his coal mine manager.


    "Brother-inw, where did that ''Prostitution Penalty Notice'' actuallye from? My sister was spat on by the whole vige at the Third Branchst night. She''s terribly upset," said Hu Xiaohua.


    Yan Xishan lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.


    He had lost face in front of the Education Bureau leaders. To quell the public anger, Director Hu had even told the onlookers that they were considering expelling Hu Xiaomei from the teaching staff altogether.


    Hu Xiaomei wasn''t just upset - she had cried and threatened to hang herselfst night, and Yan Xishan had stayed up all night with her.


    He was baffled. Hadn''t they pulled strings at the police station to have that document sealed away? Who could have dug it up?


    But Yan Xishan had more pressing concerns right now.


    Chen Men was keeping a strange man in his old family home, and that infuriated Yan Xishan more than anything.


    Today, under the guise of delivering coal, he nned to bring a group of workers to Yanguan Vige.


    Normally, unloading coal only required two or three people, but Yan Xishan deliberately called seven or eight men - the same ones who often apanied him when fighting for territory or brawling. He had them carry shovels and jump on the truck, making quite a spectacle as they headed towards Yanguan Vige.


    Unlike in previous years when coal was rationed and people would rush to grab it as soon as the coal truck arrived, now coal was purchased with money. The supply was plentiful, and people could buy it anytime, so the arrival of a coal truck was no longer exciting.


    Recently, the central TV station had been airing "Snow Town," a drama about the Cultural Revolution era, which always stirred up nostalgia. People found it more interesting to sit together and chat about the TV series than to pay attention to the coal truck.


    Despite Yan Xishan''s imposing entrance into the vige, surrounded by his men, he still had to tread carefully once inside.


    After all, it hadn''t been long since the Reform and Opening Up, and with the old mentalities still prevalent in rural areas, he was still seen as one of the "Five ck Categories." Moreover, while nouveau riche like him were respected on the surface, they were secretly despised.


    Furthermore, Chen Men was well-liked in the vige. From the vige party secretary to his own extended family, everyone in Yanguan Vige sided with Chen Men, and not one of them wished him well.


    The house had originally been given to Chen Men with the approval of the vige head and party secretary. If he wanted it back now, he''d need a legitimate reason.


    So after jumping down from the coal truck, while the workers were unloading, he stood watching, trying to catch a glimpse of what kind of man Chen Men had brought to live in his house.


    The courtyard gate was tightly closed, and he couldn''t see inside. Yan Xishan grew a bit anxious.


    He felt inexplicably angry, but also found it somewhat amusing: With Chen Men''s dour personality, what kind of man could she possibly find? Probably some dirty, smelly migrant worker just like these coal miners.


    Just then, the three children, having made another round through the vige and sold two more bunches of greens, were walking home hand in hand, figuring Chen Men''s meal should be ready.


    "Isn''t that your Zhaodi?" Hu Xiaohua said.


    Yan Xishan looked and saw it really was Zhaodi, with one boy in front and one behind, each holding one of her hands - one chubby, one thin.


    Zhaodi was his daughter, and Yan Xishan hadn''t seen her in almost half a year. He must have missed her.


    He was used to seeing Zhaodi with her two braids tied up high, looking very cute. Unable to resist, he reached out and tugged one: "Zhaodi, where''s your mom?"


    Zhaodi was truly startled. She instinctively cried out in pain, but when she looked up and saw it was Yan Xishan, the little girl''s face instantly turned pale, and she began to tremble.


    She was terrified of Yan Xishan, and not just because he had hit her once.


    Yan Xishan was a strange man. Outside, he wouldugh and smile at everyone he met, but as soon as he faced Zhaodi, his expression would turn cold as ice. With her, he let his guard down and didn''t bother to put on a fake smile.


    After all, he was human too, and smiling at everyone all day long, currying favor here and there, made his face ache.


    But for Zhaodi, seeing her father smile at others but always wear a cold expression towards her, she instinctively felt that she must have done something wrong.


    So whenever she saw Yan Xishan, she would be extremely nervous.


    Why was Little Lang called "Little Wolf"? It was because he liked to bite. If his sister was scared, of course he would bite.


    He whirled around and sank his teeth into Yan Xishan''s hand.


    "Why does this child bite just like Yan Zhao did when he was little?" Young Yan Zhao used to bite people and refuse to let go.


    Yan Xishan cried out in pain and instinctively raised his hand. Just then, Chen Men came out to call the children in for dinner. Seeing Yan Xishan with his hand raised, she reflexively shouted, "Get lost!"


    She pulled the two boys back into the house, which seemed to confirm that these two boys belonged to that man.


    Already feeling inadequate for not having a son of his own, and now facing Chen Men''s hostility after not seeing her for half a year, Yan Xishan''s anger red up. He pointed at Chen Men''s nose and said, "Men, who is that man? Tell him to get out of my house. And where did these two little bastardse from? They need to leave too."


    With another nce, the coal-unloading workers immediately stepped forward, surrounding Chen Men and her family like an iron bucket.


    Thismotion drew the attention of the vigers who had been excitedly discussing the TV drama. They all gathered around.


    "Xishan, what are you doing? How can you bring a group of people to block someone''s door? Aren''t you and Men already divorced? Don''t make trouble," someone advised.


    Another person said, "Didn''t you start seeing Hu Xiaomei? We heard you two have been together for a long time. Your attitude isn''t right. If you have something to say, say it nicely."


    Someone else shouted loudly, "Did you and Hu Xiaomei get together at Dream Paris? How much does she charge per night?"


    If people hadn''t said such things, Yan Xishan wouldn''t have been so angry. After all, he was a nouveau riche with two to three hundred people under him. Which leader in Xiping City wouldn''t call him "brother" when they saw him?


    Yet the people of Yanguan Vige looked down on him.


    Chen Men also looked down on him.


    "Stop unloading the coal ande here," he shouted, turning around.


    Hu Xiaohua wasn''t afraid of things getting out of hand; what he feared most was that nothing would happen. Seeing that Yan Xishan was truly angry, he directly shouted: "Brothers, grab your shovels ande over. We''re going to cause some trouble today."


    In a rush, a group of coal workers carrying shovels came over,pletely surrounding Chen Men''s house.


    "Men, call the police quickly," someone shouted.


    Others were yelling: "They''re beating people! They''re killing people! Everyone run!"


    Hu Xiaohua took advantage of the chaos and shouted loudly: "Who dares to cause trouble on my brother-inw''s territory? You mongrels in the courtyard,e out!"


    It looked like a riot was about to break out.


    Just then, the main gate suddenly opened, and out walked a man wearing only a white tank top, with bronze muscles and a broad chest.


    "Is this Xishan?" he asked casually, with a nonchnt expression.


    Yan Xishan was also stunned: "Yan... Yan Zhao?"


    "I''m going to marry Men. Do you have a problem with that?" Yan Zhao unexpectedly countered with a question.


    Yan Xishan stood there dumbfounded. Could someone tell him how it was such a coincidence that Yan Zhao had also just gotten divorced recently, and everyone was still gossiping andughing about him.


    The man Chen Men found was actually Yan Zhao?


    She was just a rural woman, uneducated, uncultured, with no eloquence, and such a fierce personality.


    Was Yan Zhao blind? He actually wanted to marry her?


    Yan Xishan couldn''t make sense of it for a moment.


    It was just like how he couldn''t understand why Chen Men wanted to divorce him just because he had kicked Zhaodi a couple of times when he was drunk and irritated. It was such a small matter, was it really necessary?


    But none of that mattered now. What mattered was that because he and Chen Men were divorced, would his family''s old house now belong to Yan Zhao?


    To hell with that! He used to be andlord''s son, while Yan Zhao''s family had been poor for three generations and were true red revolutionaries. Since childhood, Yan Xishan had been bullied by Yan Zhao and his brothers.


    Now he wanted to live in his house, sleep with his wife, and beat his children? He could forget about it.


    But even though he was boiling with anger inside, Yan Zhao was a regimental-level cadre who had served on the front lines of Laoshan. He wasn''t just an ordinary migrant worker.


    Hu Xiaohua was still carrying his shovel, ready to charge, but Yan Xishan turned and red at him: "Hurry up and go unload the coal!"


    "Brother-inw, that man..."


    "Get the hell out of here, that''s my brother," Yan Xishan said loudly.


    Turning back with a smile on his face, he even offered a cigarette. Pointing at the workers who were scattered and heading back to the coal yard, Yan Xishan said: "I was just passing by, dropping in whileing to unload coal. Yan Zhao, long time no see!"


    "Come in and sit?" Yan Zhao didn''t take the cigarette, but opened the door to the house.


    This had be his home now.


    Yan Xishan vaguely remembered hearing that Yan Zhao was supposed to join the police force after his transfer. He took out a cigarette and asked with a smile: "I heard you''ve been transferred. Which department are you in?"


    Just a poor policeman, Yan Xishan had plenty of connections in the police department and wasn''t afraid of him.


    "Jindong Branch Bureau, in charge of investigation and patrol," Yan Zhao still didn''t take the cigarette.


    Yan Xishan''s knees suddenly went weak. The Investigation and Patrol Squad was in charge of roads, factories, and mines, overseeing all the subordinate police stations. It was his Achilles'' heel.


    Although Yan Xishan had people to protect him even in the city police department, Yan Zhao was different from other police officers. He had always been a troublemaker since childhood.


    "You guys go ahead and get busy. We brothers can sit together another day," he said, waving his hand to signal his people to retreat quickly.


    Hu Xiaohua still hadn''t understood and shouted: "Brother-inw, we haven''t finished discussing the matter yet."


    "Who are you calling brother-inw? Who''s your brother-inw? Get lost!" Yan Xishan vented all his anger on Hu Xiaohua.


    Of course, he still wanted the house, but what had just happened was only a minor scuffle. It wasn''t until now that Yan Xishan truly realized that getting the house back was a major issue.


    Taking a deep breath, he threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it. This house, he must get it back no matter what.


    After watching the group leave the vige, Yan Zhao went back to work. The children also returned home, pouting. This meal, none of the children could eat happily anymore.


    A group of vige women, led by Sister-inw Mao, weren''t worried about whether Yan Zhao and Yan Xishan would fight, but they were concerned that the stern-faced Yan Zhao, after seeing such an arrogant Yan Xishan, might have second thoughts and argue with Chen Men, not wanting her anymore.


    So, under the pretext of buying some bok choy, they came to ask her.


    Led by Sister-inw Mao, several women entered the courtyard.


    As soon as they entered, well, although they didn''t know the phrase "a breath of fresh air," Men''s house was spotlessly clean. All the windows were shining brightly, and the cement courtyard was as smooth as a mirror, without a single weed.


    This waspletely different from the grey and dpidated appearance of a few days ago.


    The courtyard was so clean and beautiful that it made all the women feel ashamed of themselves.


    Sister-inw Mao was the first to take out ten cents, grabbed a bunch of bok choy, and quietly asked Men: "Men, does Yan Zhao have any thoughts about this?"


    Chen Men smiled: "Don''t worry, sister-inw. I think he''s fine."


    Although Chen Men didn''t know Yan Zhao''s true thoughts, she knew not to bite off more than she could chew.


    Yan Zhao''s father was a high-ranking military officer in the capital, so logically, he should have been transferred to the capital.


    But in her previous life, she had heard others mention that the Jindong Road area was strange. Whoever became a leader there would either fall from grace or stumble.


    Yan Zhao was the only leader who had worked there the longest.


    Jindong Branch Bureau was only two stops away from Yanguan Vige, and she had a courtyard in Yanguan Vige. The reason he married her was probably just a convenient coincidence.


    Since he wanted to settle down here, he would certainly find his own way to deal with Yan Xishan.


    So she wasn''t worried about this.


    A group of women crowded at the door, all smiling. Most of them were seeing Yan Zhao for the first time, and since he was in the bathroom, they were all peering in that direction.


    Just then, Yan Zhao came out of the bathroom with a broom, with a stic bag hanging on it. Inside the bag, vaguely visible, was a pair of red underwear.


    It looked like he wanted to throw away that underwear?


    "Hey, hey, don''t touch that, put it back quickly." Chen Men hurriedly ran over and grabbed the underwear.


    That was Hu Xiaomei''s underwear.


    Chen Men was keeping it for other purposes, and she couldn''t let Yan Zhao throw it away.


    "Oh my, that must be Men''s underwear. Yan Zhao is quite something, willing to clean up even Men''s underwear," someone from the group of women eximed.


    Indeed, the group of femalerades was dumbfounded.


    A man willing to clean up a woman''s underwear ¡ª although Yan Zhao might not be as rich as Yan Xishan, he was certainly more considerate. Now everyone could leave with peace of mind; his feelings for Men were genuine!


    ...


    Little Wang was the happiest today. It wouldn''t be appropriate to call her mom, and even less appropriate to call her stepmom, but all of his bok choy had sold out, bringing in a total of one yuan and fifty cents.


    "Auntie Chen, I''ve sold all my vegetables," the child said, waving the money in his hand.


    Chen Men took the money, saw the little guy biting his lip and looking at her, and counted out fifty cents from the 1.5 yuan to give him: "Thank you for helping me sell the vegetables. This is for you, okay?"


    Little Wang hesitated for a moment, making sure Chen Men wasn''t joking, then grabbed the fifty cents and ran off, pulling along the two younger ones.


    Soon after, the three children came back and sat side by side against their own wall. Little Lang and Zhaodi each had a piece of bubble gum, but Little Wang didn''t have any. He carefully put the remaining forty cents with his crisp bills, counting his savings one by one, satisfied.


    Over thirty yuan, he was a little rich kid.


    And not just money-loving, he was also a little Grandet.


    Seeing a bit of white gum foam at the corner of Little Lang''s mouth, he actually reached out and gently wiped it onto his own lips, then sighed contentedly. His brother ate the gum, and he was satisfied with just a taste of his brother''s saliva.


    In her previous life, Zhaodi also loved to save money, just to be able to leave home early. Of course, she left home at a very young age, so Chen Men, although she didn''t want to, couldn''t help but feel more and more sorry for Little Wang as she watched him.


    She wondered when he would save enough money to run away from home.


    She was lost in thought when suddenly Yan Zhao''s voice rang out beside her ear: "Yan Xishan will definitelye again tomorrow, but don''t worry, I''ll talk to him."


    Chen Men thought to herself, I married you precisely because I knew you''d be willing to deal with Yan Xishan.


    In her previous life, Chen Men had genuinely cared for two men, both of whom were very wealthy. However, for her, while money was important, a man willing to do some work around the house was even more crucial.


    The gratitude that needed to be expressed should still be said.


    So she sincerely said, "Yan Zhao, thank you."


    This man was quite peculiar. His face was bronze-colored, but behind his ears, where sunlight couldn''t reach, his skin was exceptionally fair and delicate.


    At the very moment Chen Men blurted out her thanks, she saw with her own eyes that Yan Zhao''s ears turned red.


    That flush quickly spread to his body, and the fair skin not covered by his undershirt also took on a pink hue.


    A thought shed through Chen Men''s mind: Isn''t this the exact color of newborn rabbits?


    So, did every part of his body turn pink?


    Was he, therefore, a giant pink rabbit?


    Although she tried to hold back herughter, Chen Men really wanted to burst outughing.


    "Don''t worry, it''s just a matter of a few words," Yan Zhao said, still expressionless, before turning and entering the bathroom.


    Chen Men could no longer contain herself and finallyughed out loud.


    As for Yan Zhao being able to handle Yan Xishan, Chen Men believed it. After all, even the wealthiest civilians fear officials, and even the most arrogant nouveau riche fear the police.


    But to say it was just a matter of a few words, that was clearly an exaggeration.


    Yan Xishan was a smiling tiger, grinning on the surface but full of devious ideas. Though he had run away like a coward today, he would surely have new tactics tomorrow.


    It remained to be seen how Yan Zhao would handle it then, but this time he was certainly in for a tough ride.

 Chapter 19

    Throughout the entire day, Chen Men was in a daze, her mind unsettled.


    Her biggest disturbance came from Zhou Xueqin. Since Zhou Xueqin''s divorce in her previous life didn''t happen until several yearster, Chen Men was still unsure whether Zhou Xueqin had also been reborn or if her memories from her past life were inurate.


    Eighteen thousand yuan, all of her savings, had been converted into several thin treasury bonds.


    If the national debt dropped, she would lose money. If it rose, she could be certain that Zhou Xueqin had also been reborn.


    After a restless night, Chen Men went to the bank early the next morning.


    The bank wouldn''t open for business until 8:30, and it was only 7 AM now.


    She could have gone back for breakfast and returnedter, as the money wasn''t going to fly away from the bank. But Chen Men chose to wait outside the bank doors. She was eager to use this money to verify her memories.


    Banks at that time still had wooden doors that needed to be dismantled board by board.


    While one teller was removing the door, another was inside writing on a small ckboard, recording today''s national debt interest rates.


    "Big drop yesterday, big rise today," the teller remarked while writing.


    Chen Men''s heart was pounding. Seeing the 116% rate, she squeezed in as soon as the door opened. If she cashed in today, she could earn 0.12% interest.


    "Comrade, I''m here to cash in treasury bonds," Chen Men said, handing over all her bonds through the small window in the wooden counter.


    Today''s teller wasn''t the same as yesterday''s. Sleepy-eyed and yawning, he took the bonds, looked them over, and while working the abacus, said to the one writing on the ckboard, "Once this news gets out, our bank will probably be swamped."


    "It''s still better here. The banks in the city probably won''t be able to cash them. Those who find outte will miss out on this great interest rate," the other replied. "I''m nning to cash in my few bonds today too."


    The newspapers only had yesterday''s news. Today''s rates were announced on small ckboards. Even branch banks only received thetest interest rate notices from headquarters in the morning.


    Chen Men was grateful for her foresight. As she was leaving after cashing in her bonds, she saw quite a few people running out of the Dongfang Group''s main gate. They were clearly on leave, sneaking out, patting their pockets as they ran ¨C alling to cash in treasury bonds.


    If she had been anyter, she would have had to queue up and squeeze in with this crowd.


    Cashing in treasury bonds on such a big rise day was a matter of luck. Once this bank ran out of money, they would stop processing transactions.


    Moreover, cross-city transactions were now possible. You could try your luck at several banks and might seed in cashing out.


    But in a couple of days, new policies woulde into effect. Bonds purchased within a year couldn''t be cashed across the province. This was a management policy designed to both stimterge-scale bond purchases and prevent bond spection.


    She deposited the original 18,000 yuan principal, and for the 2,160 yuan interest, the teller gave her 21 olive-green hundred-yuan notes. Even without temperature, these hundred-yuan bills felt hot in her pocket.


    Today, she had to buy breakfast. The children were probably starving by now.


    After walking a few steps, Chen Men stopped in front of an old Tongguan Roujiamo shop.


    The local meat sandwiches in Xiping City were made with white tbread, while the old Tongguan Roujiamo used crispy buns baked in a special oven. As one got older and high blood pressure and high cholesterol set in, one wouldn''t dare eat them anymore. But in her youth, Chen Men''s favorite was still the old Tongguan Roujiamo.


    She bought five Roujiamo at once. The crispy, ky hot buns were split open and filled with braised meat chunks the size of a small finger, a mix of lean and fat. The skin, in particr, was shiny and reddish. The bun consisted of twoyers of bread, stuffed full of meat.


    Carrying the five Roujiamo, just as she entered the vige, Chen Men knew that Yan Xishan had thought all night and finallye up with a tough strategy.


    He was just walking out of Yan Xiong''s house, carrying a carton of Red Zhonghua cigarettes and two bottles of liquor.


    His cousin Yan Sanye was also carrying a carton of Red Zhonghua and two bottles of liquor. Seeing Chen Men from afar, he averted his gaze and hid the alcohol and cigarettes behind his back.


    That wasn''t all.


    As soon as Chen Men reached her door, she saw a man about Yan Zhao''s height, in his forties, standing in the courtyard shaking hands with Yan Zhao.


    This was Yan Yong, the vige chief of Yanguan Vige.


    As soon as he spoke, Chen Men felt a lump in her throat, because he addressed Yan Zhao as "Third Brother."


    "Third Brother, howe you didn''t say a word about marrying Chen Men? If Xishan hadn''te to tell me specifically, I wouldn''t have known even now," Yan Yong said, holding Yan Zhao''s hand.


    "It''s a second marriage, we just decided it was right and got married," Yan Zhao said calmly.


    Needless to say, Yan Xishan had probably been up all night, delivering cigarettes and alcohol to the vige leaders and elders, finding a group of mediators toe and pressure Yan Zhao into leaving using social pressure.


    Chen Men entered the house with the Roujiamo. All three children were pressed against the ss window, watching outside.


    Little Lang bounced over first, looking up at the Roujiamo in her hand. Zhaodi had one hand propping up her chin, still leaning on the windowsill.


    Yan Xiaowang wasn''t gloating, he actually looked quite gloomy, but he finally spoke properly to Chen Men: "Auntie, is Zhaodi''s original dad trying to drive us away?"


    Although Zhaodi didn''t want to believe it, she had seen what was happening since yesterday.


    Her birth father had not only kicked and hit her before, but now also wanted to drive her out of her own home. The child felt wronged and upset, almost biting through her lip.


    Chen Men first gave Little Lang a big Roujiamo, then asked them, "Do you want to drink milk powder or porridge?"


    "Mom, I don''t want to leave our home," Zhaodi said, sniffling pitifully.


    Yan Xiaowang had a world-weary look, and was quite pessimistic: "It''s no use. This house belongs to your dad. See that man outside? I''ve seen him before, he''s my cousin''s eldest uncle. He''s speaking for your dad. We''re about to be driven out."


    The chubby Little Lang only cared about eating and raised his hand: "Mommy, I want milk powder."


    It was toote to make porridge now, so Chen Men took out a few cups, added milk powder, and was about to go out with the kettle to boil water when she twisted the thermos and found it was full. She then made milk for the children.


    She couldn''t finish a whole Roujiamo by herself, so she cut half for herself and gave the remaining half to Zhaodi.


    Old Tongguan Roujiamo shouldn''t be eaten too hot; it''s better when it''s cooled a bit, that''s when it bes crispy and ky.


    Taking a bite, a mouthful of meat chunks with skin, chewy and vorful, gets more delicious as you chew.


    To Yan Xiaowang''s surprise, Chen Men actually joined them at the window to watch themotion.


    They were about to be driven out, yet this stepmother seemed so rxed, wanting to watch the drama.


    Weren''t women supposed to get angry and take it out on the children when things didn''t go their way? Why wasn''t she angry or taking the opportunity to scold him or Zhaodi?


    Yan Xiaowang thought this woman was really strange.


    In a short while, more and more people had gathered in the courtyard. Some were holding cigarettes, others carrying alcohol. They were either vige elders or secretaries and leaders from the brigade and battalion.


    Yan Xishan had also entered, and a group of men were gathered, talking andughing.


    These people imed they hade to see Yan Zhao after hearing he was back, but they had only one purpose: to persuade Yan Zhao to vacate the house.


    However, as outsiders, it wasn''t appropriate for them to bring it up directly. That task fell to Yan Sanye.


    After all, he and Yan Xishan were rtives, and he was a respected elder in the vige.


    Yan Sanye, with his hands behind his back, suddenly coughed, and everyone fell silent.


    "Yan Zhao, we''re all very happy about your marriage to Men, men and women, young and old throughout the vige. Even I am extremely pleased. That good-for-nothing Xishan doesn''t deserve such a good woman as Men," Yan Sanye first ttered Men, then deliberately coughed again, raising his voice by half: "But it''s not appropriate for you to live in Xishan''s old house. After all, the spirits of his ancestors also reside in this house. It would be shameful for the ancestors to see him lose the courtyard. How about this, I''ll make the decision: let Xishanpensate Men with a thousand or so yuan, and you can use that to buy a courtyard elsewhere. Return this courtyard to Xishan, alright?"


    Yan Xishan lit a cigarette, his gaze wandering until it met Chen Men''s eyes.


    Four heads, onerge and three small, peeked through the window. One hand held a meat sandwich. Zhaodi''s eyes were fearful, her lips tightly pursed, while Chen Men was bold enough to be eating a meat sandwich. How could she eat with such gusto?


    Yan Xishan''s lips curved into a slight smile as he casually pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, thinking: If it weren''t for Yan Zhao, this matter might not be so easy to handle.


    Yan Sanye had already said his piece. As a member of Yanguan Vige, how could Yan Zhao not leave? How could he not give up the house?


    His family''s ancestral graves weren''t in the vige, so wasn''t he afraid people would dig them up?


    He was a man, wasn''t he? Didn''t he care about his reputation?


    It would be strange if he didn''t leave.


    Come to think of it, Yan Zhao was truly odd. Chen Men was just pretty to look at, but marriage and daily life weren''t about looks. She had a stubborn temperament and a bad personality, without a shred of feminine gentleness. Once they were married and Yan Zhao had experienced Chen Men''s nasty temper, he''d be crying.


    But just then, Yan Zhao said something that startled Yan Xishan so much he missed lighting his cigarette and singed his eyebrow instead.


    Though Yan Zhao''s voice wasn''t loud, it was full of conviction: "Uncle, this is a new society. We follow Marx and Lenin, not superstition. When I divorced, I gave our old house to my ex-wife Zhou Xueqin. As men, we should be noble and upright. It''s just a courtyard. Xishan should learn from me and give this courtyard to Chen Men."


    What? He actually openly admitted he was divorced and had given the house to his ex-wife?


    All the men in the courtyard were suddenly dumbfounded.


    Yan Sanye''s mouth gaped open, unable to utter a word for a long time.


    Half of Yan Xishan''s eyebrow was singed. If he hadn''t hurriedly patted it out, his hair would have caught fire too.


    This Yan Zhao was too much, wasn''t he? Was he airing his own dirtyundry to shut Yan Xishan up?


    Yan Xiong had only learned today that Men had married Yan Zhao. What was there to fear now?


    In his heart, from childhood to adulthood, Yan Zhao had always bested Xishan. He immediately chimed in: "Xishan should indeed learn from Yan Zhao, don''t you all agree?" After all, he hadn''t epted Yan Xishan''s cigarettes and alcohol, so he could speak righteously.


    Moreover, he had already avoided the issue twice. This time he had to stand up for Men.


    "That''s right, it''s a new society now. What''s all this about old houses? Xishan, you really should learn from Yan Zhao." Even those who had just epted cigarettes and alcohol were now turning against him?


    Someone else added: "Xishan, the divorce was settled long ago. Stop making a fuss. You have plenty of money. If you really like living in a courtyard, why not spend your own money to buy an even bigger and brighter one?"


    Had Yan Zhao really silenced Yan Xishan with just one sentence?


    After a long struggle, Yan Xishan finally managed to say: "Yan Zhao, I''m fine with this, but today I went to the First Team and saw your ex-wife Zhou Xueqin living in your house with another man. If you really don''t mind, then I don''t mind either."


    Yan Zhao''s expression remained unchanged, while Yan Yong sighed.


    Karma. He came to upy Yan Xishan''s courtyard, while Zhou Xueqin brought another man to live in his house.


    The men in the courtyard, young and old, would haveughed themselves silly if not for the fact that both Yan Xishan and Yan Zhao wore such gloomy expressions.


    It was absurd, utterly absurd.


    But given their age, they had to suppress theirughter even if they wanted tough.


    Yan Zhao still maintained his serious demeanor, his voice as steady as ever: "I don''t mind at all."


    He might not mind, but inside the house, little Yan Xiaowang had just picked up a meat sandwich when he heard that his own mother was living in the First Team. Tears of distress fell onto his sandwich.


    Poor child. Chen Men had just noticed that although his rubber shoes were clean, they had been worn for so long that the soles were separating from the uppers.


    If he knew that his mother had bought brand new shoes for Lu Dabao and Lu Erniu, how heartbroken would he be?

 Chapter 20

    "That''s fine then. Third Uncle, Vige Chief, Party Secretary, I have an apartment in the Dongfang Group building. Yan Zhao can have this house - after all, he''s my big brother." At this point, Yan Xishan could only pat Yan Zhao''s shoulder, swallow his pride, and pretend to be generous.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As the Party Secretary, Yan Xiong had to conclude this matter: "As men, we should learn from Xishan and Yan Zhao. But let me say two things - while reform and opening up is good, young people being too casual about marriage afterwards is a big problem. It''s best to stick with your original spouse if possible. Try to make it work and stay together if you can. Let''s all try not to get divorced, okay?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "That''s right. If you get divorced, other people end up beating your kids and sleeping with your wife. Who could befortable with that?" someone immediately chimed in.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Wasn''t this undermining things?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan''s handsome face, even more striking than Fei Xiang''s, was already as red as a pig''s liver. He was about to leave, but thisment stung him into turning back, nearly ready to hit someone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Fortunately, a group of people pushed him, forcibly shoving him out the door.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing it was almost 8:30, Yan Zhao also left with everyone else, as he had to go to work.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His cousin Yan Yong was the vige chief, and he had another cousin called Yan Bin who worked as a police officer at the Yanguan Police Station. These two were Yan Zhao''s closest rtives in all of Yanguan Vige.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, Yan Peiheng had been serving in the military away from home for a long time, taking his two older sons with him in the army. Only Yan Zhao had stayed home to keep his motherpany, growing up together with Yan Yong and Yan Bin. He was closer to them as brothers than to his two siblings in the capital.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Regarding Zhou Xueqin secretly returning to the First Brigade a few days ago, he had discussed it with Yan Zhao, so this wasn''t news.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Furthermore, the reason Yan Zhao was transferred to the Jindong Road Police Station was, as Chen Men thought, for the security of Jindong District.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Jindong District had the most factories in Xiping City. As they entered the 1990s, it was an era of frequent cases involving smuggling, trafficking of guns and babies, speeding trucks, gang fights over territory, and other such crimes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The Jindong Road Police Station had a particrly high number of such cases. But oddly enough, the positions of police chief and head of the criminal investigation team at this station were also the hardest to fill. As the saying goes, "The camp is iron, but the soldiers flow like water" - most people would leave after just a few days, and even those who stayed would eventually run into trouble.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Police Chief Sun Nutao was Yan Zhao''s former superior in the army. It was he who had specially submitted a report to the department requesting Yan Zhao as the head of the criminal investigation team.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As they say, even a strong dragon can''t crush a local snake. This ce seemed calm on the surface, but the waters ran deep.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Many capable and tough figures had been sent from the capital to rectify this ce, but most returned empty-handed. The reason was that there were too many local snakes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao was both a strong dragon and a local snake.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The higher-ups'' goal was for him to investigate the long-standing cases at the Jindong Road Police Station, and hopefully, to be able to work there for a long time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Of course, Yan Zhao had mentioned marrying Chen Men to Yan Yong right after returning from matchmaking in Chen Family Vige, so Yan Yong knew about it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was also why Yan Zhao was so confident, knowing that he could drive away Yan Xishan with just one word.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The two brothers left home together, but since Yan Zhao had to go to work, they parted ways.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Back at home, Chen Men finished sweeping the courtyard and went out to dispose of the garbage. Just as she reached the garbage station, someone suddenly dumped half a basket of coal ash, nearly covering her if she hadn''t dodged quickly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She turned around to see Hu Xiaohua standing behind the garbage station with an iron shovel, smoking a cigarette.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Having just dumped the coal ash, he left ck footprints with each step, footprints that looked oddly familiar.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan had returned home dejected, which didn''t bother him much, but Hu Xiaohua was the most frustrated. After all, he had been eyeing this courtyard for a long time, always wanting to upy it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was venting his pent-up anger on Chen Men.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Isn''t this Xiaohua? Where''s your sister?" Chen Men asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hu Xiaohua came out from behind the garbage station: "Sister Men, my sister... ah, don''t mention it, she''s at home crying."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Couldn''t get the permanent position paperwork sorted out?" Chen Men asked, feigning nonchnce.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was clearly a rhetorical question. Hu Xiaohua took a deep drag on his cigarette and threw the butt on the ground: "That shameless poor bookworm Huang Zhengde said he''s going to report my sister to the Education Department. I think he has a death wish..."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Suddenly, with a ssh, Chen Men dumped a bucket of garbage directly onto Hu Xiaohua.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just as Hu Xiaohua was about to lose his temper, Chen Men eximed, "Oh, Xiaohua, I was dumping garbage. Why didn''t you dodge?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He had deliberately covered her in ash, so she covered him in garbage. Wasn''t that fair?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hu Xiaohua stood there stunned, wanting to get angry but unable to.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It used to be that Chen Men was Yan Xishan''s wife, so no one dared to bully her. Now, damn it, she had found herself a policeman, so he couldn''t openly bully her anymore.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It was my carelessness, Sister Men. I''ll be going now." Gritting his teeth, Hu Xiaohua turned and entered the coal yard.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men returned to the courtyard to see Xiaowang crouching in a corner, once again counting his change coin by coin. She asked, "Little miser, money should be hidden away. How can you always keep it in your pocket? Be careful not to let thieves steal it. I keep all my money hidden, never in my pockets."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "There are thieves in your vige?" Yan Xiaowang asked with a curious and excited expression. "So where do you hide your money?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men happened to have 21 crisp Renminbi notes in her pocket. She solemnly took out the money, waved it around, then stood on tiptoe, lifted a tile from the eaves of the toilet, and put the money inside. "Look, I hide it here."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Even though I don''t steal money, I saw where you hid it," Yan Xiaowang snorted. "And you''ve hidden the money in such an obvious ce, it''ll definitely be stolen soon."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "This is where you don''t understand. The most dangerous ce is actually the safest ce. Who would think I''d put money here?" As Chen Men said this, in the blink of an eye, she took all the money out again and put it back in her pocket.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I might not have thought of it, but I saw it," Xiaowang immediately retorted.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men stood on her tiptoes and asked, "But can you reach it?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Xiaowang thought to himself, is this stepmother stupid? I may not be able to reach it, but if I really wanted to steal her money, couldn''t I just use a stool?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As the two were bickering, suddenly someone knocked on the door. Seeing it was a man, Yan Xiaowang immediately became wary again: "Uncle, who are you? Why have youe to our house?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was Yan Dawei from the same vige, who worked in the Materials Department of Dongfang Group and was Chen Men''s neighbor to the right.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Men, how did everyone decide earlier? What''s the oue with your house?" Yan Dawei asked directly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Actually, half a year ago, before Chen Men had divorced, Yan Dawei had mentioned that he had some things to store but couldn''t find a ce. Since Chen Men''s family had many houses andrge ones at that, he wanted to rent two rooms from her to use as a warehouse.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men guessed he hade for this and quickly said, "The house is of course mine. If you want to use it, we''re from the same vige, so we can negotiate a good price. I''ll rent it to you."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Alright, I''lle find you when I want to rent," Yan Dawei said straightforwardly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing Yan Dawei leave, Yan Xiaowang, acting like a little adult, immediately stuck to Chen Men again: "Auntie, people who rent houses are no good. Can we not rent out our house?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Why is that?" Chen Men asked in return.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xiaowang was like a little shadow.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "My grandmother''s family once had people renting. They liked to y mahjong and drink alcohol. They always invited my mom to drink with them, and when they got drunk, they would..." The little boy trailed off halfway, remembering how his mom would drink with others, and when drunk, she would get upset at others earning more and angry at his dad for noting back. His eyes reddened, and he refused to continue.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even without him finishing, Chen Men could guess. This was a time when the movement of people between urban and rural areas was elerating.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Of those who rented houses, arge portion were doing small businesses. With a bit of money, they liked to drink and fight, so if you took in a few tenants, the house would never know peace.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was also why Chen Men only wanted to rent out the house as a warehouse and didn''t want to take in tenants.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Logically, such small matters didn''t need to be discussed with a little kid. Chen Men''s house was beyond even his father''s control, let alone Yan Xiaowang''s.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, to give this polite little fellow a sense of ownership, Chen Men still said, "We definitely won''t rent our house to just anyone, but that uncle is different. He''s a university graduate and a minor leader at the Dongfang Factory. Oh, have you met Ning? That''s his daughter."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    These past couple of days, there had been a pretty little girl who often came to y with Zhaodi. So she was that uncle''s daughter?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang didn''t know that Chen Men had already withdrawn the money, and he kept ncing up at the tiles above the toilet from time to time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Of course, he wouldn''t steal the money, but he was worried someone else might steal it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    One meat sandwich was enough to fill them up. At noon, none of the children wanted to eat. They just boiled some rock sugar mung bean soup to drink. On such a hot day, they theny down for their afternoon nap.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men measured the shoe sizes of Little Wang and Little Wolf with her hand, then left the house with money in her pocket, hiring a motorized tricycle to head straight for the department store.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Originally, she wanted to buy a pair of Warrior brand shoes for each of the boys, but opposite the Warrior counter, a new counter had opened. The saleswoman was the same one who had sold cosmetics to Chen Men a few days ago.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Sister, are you buying shoes for the kids? Why not try the Victory brand spiked shoes? All the kids love wearing these now," the saleswoman greeted her enthusiastically.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Victory brand spiked shoes?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men remembered these all too well. They were a Korean brand with rubber spikes on the soles that made you bounce when you walked. Kids especially loved them. In her past life, Zhaodi had always wanted a pair, but because she didn''t have money, she never bought them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    These shoes cost 38 yuan a pair, making them the most expensive shoes at the time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    What did these shoes mean to children of the 1980s? They were like the Warrior shoes of a few years ago. Many children who got a pair would strut out the door proudly, only to return home barefoot.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Where were the shoes?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They had been snatched or stolen by other children.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But even so, every child of this era wanted a pair of Victory spiked shoes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Give me three pairs, please. Bring the shoes over and I''ll check the sizes," Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The saleswoman, who had noticed Chen Men''s generosityst time, immediately brought out several pairs for her to check the sizes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men confidently measured for all three children''s feet and bought a pair for each of them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Two hundred-yuan notes slipped from her hand in a sh.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Taking the motorized tricycle back, she didn''t go home but instead went next door, knocking and calling out, "Qin Yu, are you home?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Men, what brings you here?" A woman emerged from the house. Seeing it was Chen Men, shezily found ab and startedbing her hair.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was Yan Dawei''s wife, named Qin Yu, who taught at the Dongfang School as a vocal music teacher.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, she didn''t usuallye out to see what was happening, after all, she was a teacher with high standards.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Zhaodi''s household registration is in our Yanguan Vige, and she''ll be starting primary school this September. I want to transfer her to Dongfang School. Do we need to pay some temporary schooling fees?" Chen Men asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qin Yu frowned slightly, "We''re in the same district, so children from our vige can attend as temporary students, but the fees are very expensive. Can you afford it?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "How much is it? Just tell me, I have money here. Should I give you two thousand as a deposit?" Chen Men said straightforwardly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men directly took out twenty hundred-yuan notes, but Qin Yu was puzzled: "Didn''t you just marry Yan Zhao? It''s your second marriage, right? Can you make decisions about the family''s money? Also, are you only transferring your child, or are you including Yan Zhao''s as well?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Let''s transfer them both. It''s my own earned money, I can decide," Chen Men could barely hide her excitement.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for how she earned the money, she''d lie to Yan Zhaoter if she could keep it a secret.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At home, as long as they didn''t argue, it would be fine.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Well, Men, I didn''t realize you were so generous," Qin Yu couldn''t help but say.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In her past life, Qin Yuter resigned from Dongfang School and went into business, opening a chain of music schools. Because Lv Erniu studied there, Chen Men had quite a bit of interaction with Qin Yu, but Qin Yu always looked down on her and treated her very coldly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men could never understand why Qin Yu looked down on her, but now that she had been reborn, she understood.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just as Lv Erniu said after they fell out, even if she was the wife of the richest man, she was still just a parasite by Lu Jingyu''s side. Qin Yu''s status and position were earned through her own efforts. She and Qin Yu had nothing inmon to talk about, so how could Qin Yu possibly respect her?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "By the way, don''t you teach vocal music? My Zhaodi loves singing. How about letting her learn vocal music from you? I''ll pay for the lessons, what do you think?" Chen Men said, about to take out money again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qin Yu directly pressed down her hand: "If Zhaodi really wants to learn, just have here over every day. It''s the holiday season anyway, I''ll teach her along with Ning. No need for money, we''re neighbors after all, I won''t charge you."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Since Qin Yu didn''t want to ept payment, Chen Men didn''t push it for now. But in her past life, when Lv Erniu learned to sing, the price for a private lesson went from 20 to 200, andter to 400 yuan. Add to that dance and piano, and by junior high school, interest sses alone cost over ten thousand a month. Whether Zhaodi wanted to learn music or not, Men had to set aside this money for her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So she had to make money, and a lot of it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The children were locked in the house by Chen Men, and in the middle of the day, they were all sound asleep.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xiaowang''s belly looked bulging. When Chen Men came in and quietly lifted his shirt to check, she found that the little guy had all his saved money taped to his body - a bundle of small bills stuck to the child''s sunken belly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men gently covered Xiaowang''s belly and went straight to the toilet. Just as she stood by the toilet, she heard heavy footsteps - Yan Zhao hade home.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Light green short-sleeved shirt, dark green trousers - the 1983 version of the police uniform looked like it was made for him, as if he were a model.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was strange, Chen Men didn''t feel this way about others, but one look at Yan Zhao always made her feel like a criminal, blushing and heart racing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Priorities first. Seeing him dripping with sweat, Chen Men brought out a bowl of cool water and handed it to Yan Zhao, then said in a low voice, "Before your divorce, did you discuss it with the children? Xiaowang has been saving money, probably wanting to go find his mom."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Impossible, he chose to stay with me himself," Yan Zhao retorted.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "If he doesn''t want to run away from home, why is he saving money? He must be nning to run away. If the child runs off, where would we look for him?" Chen Men questioned again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After gulping down the cool water, Yan Zhao spat out, "I''ll handle it. A good beating will do the trick."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A beating - was that his so-called way of educating children?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was dumbfounded.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    How could this man not protect his own child at all?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If she were really an evil stepmother and said a few nasty things to provoke him, wouldn''t Yan Zhao beat his son to death?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Forget it, forget it. I''ll handle the children''s matters. I''ll talk to Xiaowang. I have something else I need your help with," Chen Men quickly changed the subject.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Earlier, when she was chatting and joking with Xiaowang, she had put the 2,100 yuan under the eaves.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Xiaowang really thought she had hidden the money under the eaves.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But she was bluffing, actually trying to catch a thief, and she was certain that thief was Hu Xiaohua, Hu Xiaomei''s brother.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men hadn''t changed the front door key since she came back.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And Hu Xiaohua often came to Yanguan Vige. Through Hu Xiaomei, he must have a key to her house.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The coal yard was also nearby, so he could easilye in when no one was looking, which is why she hadn''t changed the lock yet.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When she left earlier, she deliberately sprinkled some coal dust on the ground. Although it was broad daylight, no one was outside at noon. If Hu Xiaohua heard there was money under the tiles, he would definitely climb over the wall to check, and once inside, he would leave footprints.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Also, there would be fingerprints on the tiles.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although her husband was a police officer, Chen Men still needed to prepare sufficient counter-evidence.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After all, the police force now wasn''t as clean as it was a few years ago. Yan Xishan was someone who could climb high and dig deep, able to bribe and corrupt both high officials and lowly clerks. If she wanted to get the money, she had to be prepared.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Thest time she was robbed, she had found a ck footprint left on a newspaper.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    First taking the newspaper with the footprint, Chen Men then pulled Yan Zhao to the toilet door and exined the situation to him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After listening, Yan Zhao immediately said, "If you suspect it''s Hu Xiaohua, you should report it to the police right away!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Halfway through his speech, he added, "Comrade Men, although I''m just a police officer, I won''t give you any special favors due to my position. We should trust the country and the government in all matters and follow the proper procedures."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The way he said it made it sound as if she wanted to take advantage of his position to do something improper.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Then I''ll go file a report. I trust the country and the government. Sigh, thest procedure I started still isn''t finished. I guess I''ll finish that one first," Chen Men said with an intentional sigh.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    No wonder Zhou Xueqin disliked this rigid and old-fashioned man.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was the 1990s now. Yan Xishan could use his connections to directly transfer her household registration out of Xiping City.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Couldn''t he at least file a report without needing connections?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Thest time she went to file a report, the police at the station nearly confiscated her newspaper after hearing her story. If she hadn''t realized those guys were in cahoots with Yan Xishan and snatched the paper back, she would have lost her evidence too.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And now he wanted her to continue following procedures?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Apparently, this man had joined the army at 16 and had been serving for a full 12 years now. Had military service made him foolish?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But just then, Yan Zhao turned to leave: "It''s too hot. You rest here. The work at Yanguan Police Station has been getting worsetely. I''ll go file the report and take the opportunity to inspect their work."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This statement finally convinced Chen Men that she had married a man with some humanity.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Come to think of it, the skin behind his ears was still pink.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And while the muscles on his body were hard, the texture of his ears looked particrly delicate, as if they were especially soft.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Especially that pink hue on the back, so different from the front, like a little rabbit''s ears. It made Chen Men want to give them a gentle squeeze.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 21

    Actually, after getting the divorce certificate, Zhou Xueqin''sst visit to her parents'' home was to bring two pairs of Victory brand spiked shoes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xiaowang thought they were bought for him and Little Lang, and tried them on, but Zhou Xueqin snatched the shoes away, kicked Xiaowang''s old rubber shoes in front of him, and left without looking back, carrying the two brand new pairs.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Xiaowang had been saving money, just wanting to buy a pair of Victory brand rubber shoes for himself and Little Lang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The child dreamed that his money was stolen, and cried out in distress, which also woke him up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When he woke up, he saw Little Lang sitting on the edge of the kang bed, wearing a brand new pair of Victory brand spiked shoes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Was he dreaming?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Shoes, mine!" Little Lang was trying on his shoes, putting his chubby little feet in and slowly stepping onto the ground. The rubber spikes bounced his fat feet back, and he immediately cried out: "The shoes are moving."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    These shoes were strange - if you tried to press down, they would bounce your feet back up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The little one bounced with each step, the flesh on his round bottom jiggling, his little mouth forming an O shape, making an "oh" sound with each step.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    These new shoes were really fun.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the height of summer, Zhaodi preferred to wear sandals, but next door Ningning had been wearing a pair of spiked shoes recently. Now that she suddenly had a new pair of shoes too, of course she wanted to go out for a run wearing them. She went out the courtyard gate calling: "Ningning, are you there? Come out and y!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The little girl wanted to show off and be a bit vain.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qin Yu was coaxing Ningning to get up, and called over the wall: "Zhaodi, your mom wants you toe over for voice lessons. Come quick, Auntie has some free time now to teach you and Ningning to sing."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhaodi bounced over, with Little Lang following behind, as they rushed next door.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men handed the biggest, newest pair to Xiaowang: "Here, these are yours. Put them on."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This woman actually bought him a pair of spiked shoes too?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A pair of Victory brand spiked shoes that he had been desperately saving for, dreaming of owning?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xiaowang was a bit suspicious, and he was also being stubborn.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This huge surprise hadn''t gone to his head.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Aren''t all women the same?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His dad wasn''t some nouveau riche who could earn big money, and nowadays, being inw enforcement wasn''t a respected profession - it was the nouveau riche who were respected.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Sooner orter this woman would look down on his dad too, and once she looked down on his dad, wouldn''t she look down on him and his brother as well?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Sooner orter, she would leave his dad just like Zhou Xueqin did.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The pessimistic Yan Xiaowang didn''t say anything outwardly, but he was determined not to wear these shoes. He was still nning to save money to buy shoes for himself.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So he stepped into his old shoes with the cloth insoles worn away, only the mesh remaining, looking like they were about to fall apart. Though they hurt his feet, Yan Xiaowang didn''t feel ufortable at all.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He flew out the door as well.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao had gone to Yanguan Police Station to file a report, and probably wouldn''t be back until veryte.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Actually, from when she first arrived until today, Chen Men had only been home for four days total.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The rice and flour had gotten bugs, so she needed to buy new ones. The oil had also gone rancid, so it was best to throw out the old oil and rece it with a new container to eat. If she asked her husband for money for these things, she wouldn''t feelfortable bringing it up, but if she bought them herself it was justifiable.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So she still needed to go out to buy oil, rice and flour.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But just as she reached the vige entrance, she saw Yan Xiaowang standing with his arms crossed, lower lip slightly pouting, eyes red, intently staring at the Bank of China across the street.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She looked over too, and to her surprise, Zhou Xueqin and Lu Jingyu were standing in front of the Bank of China. Lu Jingyu was holding severalrge banknotes, facing Zhou Xueqin and smiling.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Could this be the same old routine from her past life?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Buying 500 yuan of government bonds on the day of getting the marriage certificate, and now with bond prices soaring, they had earned several dozen yuan. Lu Jingyu was probably praising Zhou Xueqin for bringing him good fortune.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin wasughing heartily, linking arms with Lu Jingyu as they walked away smiling.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But wasn''t Zhou Xueqin the birth mother that Xiaowang longed for day and night?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Why didn''t the child run over to hug his mom when he saw her?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Looking closely, Chen Men realized that Zhou Xueqin had also noticed Xiaowang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But after noticing Xiaowang, she immediately lowered her head, pretending not to recognize him, and hurriedly walked away pulling Lu Jingyu along.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even though everyone has their own reasons for divorce, and marital breakups are never solely one party''s fault.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But in this moment, Chen Men, who had lived an extra lifetime, couldn''t help but feel angry. Even if Zhou Xueqin had suffered greatly in her past life, even if she wanted to enjoy life in this lifetime, how could the child be so innocent? Since she had seen him, why pretend not to recognize him?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Thinking of this, Chen Men felt even more sorry for Xiaowang. She didn''t disturb him, but turned and entered the grain shop.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had to choose the best Mizhi fine rice and buy a bag, and select a bag of Tianshan flour from Xinjiang for its chewiness and sticity, especially good for pulled noodles.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    For oil, she needed to buy the most fragrant cold-pressed rapeseed oil from the state-run store.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After buying everything, she didn''t carry it herself, but spent an extra yuan to have the shop staff deliver it home.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In her past life, she always liked to do everything herself, wearing out her body. The only one who cared for her was Zhaodi. Looking back now, it really wasn''t worth it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Now, Chen Men didn''t n to expend effort on anything money could solve.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Leaving the grain and oil shop, she still needed to go to the vegetable market.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had to buy a big watermelon, and pears were only 0.2 yuan per jin, so 5 jin for just 1 yuan - she had to get 5 jin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had just weighed a watermelon and was selecting pears when she saw two little ck paws reach out and take the big watermelon from her hands, hugging it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You''re actually buying so much fruit?" It was Yan Xiaowang, who had taken the watermelon and was hugging it. He addednguidly: "My grandmother used to say eating too much watermelon makes you wet the bed, especially children. We shouldn''t eat watermelon."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "My Zhaodi often eats watermelon, and I''ve never seen her wet the bed?" Chen Men countered.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xiaowang pouted: "Well I rarely eat it anyway."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Though he said this, the little one was hugging the five-jin watermelon, and even pressed his face against it to sniff, sighing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When he thought Chen Men wasn''t looking, he even lightly licked the watermelon rind.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was clear this child hadn''t eaten many good things at his grandmother''s house.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just like Zhaodi in her past life, for any food he liked, even just smelling it brought out a greedy look.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If this greedy look wasn''t properly addressed, it would develop into the bad habit of secretly eating and hoarding food.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Most people don''t understand and would say the child has an innate poor and miserly air.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But it''s actually because the child is living under someone else''s roof, lonely and afraid, without a sense of security. Over time this induces not an illness, but a bad habit - once developed, it''s a vice that can''t be changed for life.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Actually, when I was little, my grandmother also told me eating watermelon would make me wet the bed. But I didn''t believe it. One day, I secretly ate more than half a watermelon. I just had to pee a bit more at night, getting up to go a few extra times. I didn''t wet the bed at all," Chen Men couldn''t help saying.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She was actually lying, but Yan Xiaowang immediately believed her, his ears perking up: "Really?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Of course it''s true. Why don''t you eat half of one today and we''ll test it out?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What if I do wet the bed?" Yan Xiaowang hesitated.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had already weighed the meat, and gave Xiaowang''s bottom a pat: "Then you''ll wash it yourself."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Right, if he really did wet the bed, he could wash the sheets himself. Since there was watermelon, why not eat it?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Little Lang, Zhaodi, she bought a whole watermelon! We''re eating watermelon!" Yan Xiaowang ran off quickly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhaodi had spent half the day learning to sing next door. When she finished, she came back with Little Lang, the two of them humming and singing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing the whole watermelon, they were even more excited than Xiaowang, and immediately mored to cut it open.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men didn''t wait for Yan Zhao, but cut the watermelon to give to the three parched children.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In her spare moments, she also kept an eye on the house across the street.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Every workce talks about having connections on the inside. Last time Chen Men reported the incident, the police just looked at the footprint and sent her away.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But this time with Yan Zhao reporting in person, three policemen came rushing over and immediately handcuffed Hu Xiaohua.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The leader was Yan Zhao''s second older brother, Deputy Station Chief Yan Bin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You bastard, behave yourself and don''t move," Yan Bin said as he twisted Hu Xiaohua''s arms behind his back and cuffed him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Officer, this is unjust! What are you doing? I really didn''t steal anything," Hu Xiaohua called out, looking at Chen Men across the way. "Sister Men, tell them! I didn''t steal anything from you, did I?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The fallen melon rinds from the hands of the children eating melons were not the only surprise; even the neighbors were shocked and ran out of their homes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What''s going on?" someone asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Bin exined, "That bastard Hu Xiaohua is suspected of stealing 5,000 yuan from Men, along with her jewelry and stocks."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Sister-inw Mao was furious upon hearing this: "Xiaomei steals people, Xiaohua steals money, do these siblings have any shame left?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qin Yu sneered, "Isn''t Hu Xiaohua''s mother a habitual thief? And a frequent adulterer too."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You''re all talking nonsense. I did go into Sister Men''s house, but Xishan gave me the key, and he told me to take the money," Hu Xiaohua, who was used to being in police custody, said nonchntly and loudly, "If you don''t believe me, go ask Yan Xishan, he can vouch for me."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The crowd of onlookers, all from the same vige, had never seen Hu Xiaohua being so shameless.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yan Xishan and Hu Xiaohua were thick as thieves, and after all, that used to be Yan Xishan''s home too. If Yan Xishan really vouched for Hu Xiaohua, what could be done?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At this moment, everyone was looking at Yan Zhao. Sister-inw Mao asked, "Yan Zhao, you have to seek justice for Men, right?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Take him in for questioning!" Yan Zhao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What good will questioning do? Yan Xishan will definitely vouch for me. I didn''t steal, I took!" Hu Xiaohua shouted.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao was from the inspection team, while theft cases were handled by the police station.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Bin pped Hu Xiaohua on the head and said, "Take him to the police station!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was still smiling as she watched. After Hu Xiaohua was taken away, Yan Bin came back.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Right outside her house, Yan Bin said in a low voice, "Third Brother, actually, Men had already reported Hu Xiaohua stealing her money, and we''ve known about it for a while."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Then why didn''t you arrest him?" Yan Zhao asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Bin sighed, "Last time we investigated, Yan Xishan vouched for Hu Xiaohua, saying he wasn''t stealing but taking money on his instructions."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Spreading his hands, Yan Bin continued, "You probably don''t understand the rtionship between Yan Xishan and Hu Xiaohua. Hu Xiaohua is Yan Xishan''s henchman. Whenever something happens, Yan Xishan will definitely collude with Hu Xiaohua on their statements."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "So what''s your suggestion?" Yan Zhao asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Bin said in a low voice, "How about I negotiate with Hu Xiaohua, get him to return Men''s money, and we settle this privately?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Your police station seems to like settling cases privately?" Yan Zhao said meaningfully.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Bin smiled, "What deep grudges can neighbors have? Isn''t it better if both sides take a step back?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao let out a coldugh, "Detain Hu Xiaohua for 48 hours. Don''t release him without my order."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Bin nodded in agreement but also said, "Third Brother, you want to interrogate him yourself, don''t you?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Call me Captain Yan!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Captain Yan, Yan Xishan will definitelye to bail out Hu Xiaohua," Yan Bin added.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao asked in return, "Are you afraid I can''t interrogate him?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I''m worried that if you use force, Hu Xiaohua will definitely confess, but Xishan will go to the city bureau and use you of abuse of power and extracting a confession under torture!" Yan Bin said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men, hearing this, turned and went to the bathroom.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She remembered leaving a pair of Hu Xiaomei''s underwear, which she had asked Yan Zhao to put in the bathroom.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After searching everywhere and not finding it, just as Yan Zhao came in, she asked, "Little Wang''s dad, where''s the underwear I left in the bathroom?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao acted quickly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He immediately went into the bathroom: "I''ll find it."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    There was a pair of underwear, red in color. Yan Zhao had thought it was Chen Men''s and wanted to wash it or throw it away, but she wouldn''t let him and told him to put it back.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men couldn''t find it earlier because he had ced it very high. He went in, stood on tiptoe, and brought it down.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    From what Yan Bin had just said, Chen Men now understood the situation.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao was probably very good at interrogating cases, but that guy Yan Xishan was well-versed in legal uses and was most adept at breaking thew withoutmitting a crime.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although breaking thew andmitting a crime sound simr, breaking thew only requires criticism and education, whilemitting a crime faces legal sanctions.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The money was certainly stolen by Hu Xiaohua, but Yan Xishan, knowing this, not only didn''t me him but also covered for him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After all, Yan Xishan relied on Qi Dongmei to make money, and Hu Xiaohua was his henchman. They shared glory and shame, truly a family, brothers in arms.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In her previous life, Chen Men had chosen to ignore Yan Xishan''s infidelity and didn''t even ask for the house.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even now, Chen Men couldn''t be bothered with that scumbag Yan Xishan. She should have fought for some money for Zhaodi, but she didn''t want to anymore.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Because it was all blood money from coal miners.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan was using it now, but he would face retribution in the future. She didn''t want Zhaodi to be tainted by that kind of dirty money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Hu Xiaohua stealing her money was theft, and if Yan Xishan wanted to protect his henchman, the police indeed couldn''t do anything about it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After all, thugs could be unreasonable, but the police couldn''t extract confessions by torture.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But as it happened, she had a way to deal with Yan Xishan. When she found Hu Xiaomei''s underwear, she had already thought of how to handle Yan Xishan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Taking the underwear out of the bathroom, Yan Zhao asked, "Your underwear, do you want to wash it or throw it away?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "This isn''t my underwear, it''s Hu Xiaomei''s, it''s the green hat she put on my head," Chen Men, already angry and a bit impulsive, said without thinking.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Suddenly, Yan Zhao frowned, his face darkening.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men looked up and realized, oh no, wasn''t Yan Zhao wearing a green hat on his head?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She kept saying "green hat" over and over.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And Yan Zhao had to go to work, wearing a green hat every day?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Not only did he have to wear a green hat at the police station, but he had also been in the army for over a decade, wearing a green hat every day.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was terrible, she seemed to have unintentionally hurt him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This man was to be the future police chief of Capital City. When Lu Jingyu and Yan Xishan mentioned him, they couldn''t help but tremble in fear. There were even rumors that his interrogations could scare criminals to death.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was not a man to joke with.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I didn''t mean you," Chen Men quickly said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao''s face grew even darker, so she hastily added, "It has nothing to do with you, I was talking about my own green hat."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao silently took off his hat, holding the red underwear in one hand and the green hat in the other, expressionless.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was truly scared, but she couldn''t help butugh, and it was an explosiveugh.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 22

    It was just a pair of underwear. Even if it had Hu Xiaomei''s name on it, as long as she didn''t admit it, how could Chen Men force her to acknowledge it was hers?


    Besides, even if Chen Men could make Hu Xiaomei admit it was her underwear, what difference would it make? Hu Xiaomei''s reputation was already in tatters.


    Yan Zhao was about to say something when Zhaodi suddenly asked, "Mama, what are you talking about that''s so funny?"


    These were children who, though they had homes, rarely heardughter there.


    Their parents'' mood was a catalyst for their friendship. She had only smiled briefly, but the three little ones had already joined hands.


    Little Lang was a foodie and had already smelled it: "I know, it''s meat!"


    The children had eaten their fill of melon, and since Chen Men was going to make noodles that evening, she fried some small crispy pork for them.


    It was simple to make, but Zhaodi especially loved it. In her previous life, whenever she went out for hotpot, she always ordered it.


    When the crispy pork was served, Chen Men deliberately gave the first piece to the most awkward child, Little Wang, then a piece to Little Lang, and then made a point of giving one to Yan Zhao. Thest piece, which was thergest and crispiest, went to Zhaodi.


    "Mama, will you smile like this every day from now on?" Zhaodi asked, picking at the noodles in her bowl.


    Chen Men nodded seriously, "Not just Mama, but Zhaodi, Little Wang, and Little Lang should all smile every day from now on, okay?"


    The image of Yan Zhao holding red underwear in one hand and a green hat in the other kept shing in her mind, but fearing he might get angry, she had to find an excuse to smile.


    The children were infected by the mood and burst intoughter.


    Only Yan Zhao was left with an ashen face.


    ...


    After dinner, it was time for bed.


    Today, Little Wang had been inseparable from Little Lang, helping him bathe, change clothes, and smoothly tucking them into their kang bed.


    But next door, Zhaodi had just started humming, "On the dam, on that bump... who is that..."


    Little Lang immediately turned over and slipped off the kang, running: "Sister Zhaodi, I''ming!"


    Zhaodi hugged Little Lang and stroked his face: "Little chubby brother, you smell like milk."


    Zhaodi''s face smelled even nicer because she had secretly used her mother''s face cream, making her skin smooth and fine.


    Chen Men finished her bath and picked up the stic bag containing the red underwear from the floor.


    This underwear had been lying on her kang for several months now, since Yan Xishan and Hu Xiaomei had rolled around on it. Chen Men had even thrown away the bedding from that time.


    Only this pair of underwear remained.


    She certainly didn''t want to touch this dirty thing, but if she wanted to get her money back and see Hu Xiaohua brought to justice, she had to use this underwear.


    Of course, she couldn''t grab it with her bare hands - that would be unlucky. She put stic bags on both hands before picking up scissors to fish out the underwear.


    Two round little heads huddled together, and Zhaodi eximed, "Mama, this underwear is actually red, it''s so pretty! Is it yours?"


    Little Lang, lying next to Zhaodi, peeked his head over and surprisingly said, "This is... Pierre Cardin."


    It was indeed a pair of Pierre Cardin underwear. In Xiping City, there was even a Pierre Cardin counter in the state-owned department store. However, the items were jaw-droppingly expensive - a suit cost six or seven hundred yuan, a belt two or three hundred. Don''t be fooled by how small this underwear is; one pair cost no less than 50 yuan.


    In an era when the average monthly sry was 300 yuan, most people couldn''t afford it. They gave it a nickname: "Pierre Carbutt."


    "How do you know it''s called Pierre Carbutt?" Chen Men was cutting thebel off the underwear and found Little Lang quite interesting.


    Little Lang rested his head on the pillow: "My mommy has some too, someone gave them to her."


    Could it be that Yan Zhao had given Zhou Xueqin Pierre Cardin underwear, and the child remembered?


    Who would have thought? The man whose ears turned red just from talking to her had once been so romantic.


    But just then, there was a sudden cough from outside.


    It was Yan Zhao coughing.


    Chen Men quickly said, "We shouldn''t say such things casually. From now on, let''s not mention underwear anymore, okay?"


    Two innocent little mouths asked in unison, "Why not?"


    "Because underwear is a person''s most private thing, and talking about it will make othersugh at you." Chen Men patted Little Lang''s soft, chubby little white bottom. "Now let''s go to sleep."


    This little one had no underwear and was goingmando. She''d have to buy him a pair another day.


    As she turned off the light, she heard heavy footsteps outside. Yan Zhao had left.


    Meanwhile, in the next room, as soon as Yan Zhao entered, he immediately poured himself half a basin of water, took out some soap, and started washing his hands. Feeling it wasn''t enough after one wash, he washed again, and again, several times, before finally shaking his hands and getting into bed.


    "Dad, I think Auntie Chen is not bad. She doesn''t seem to hit people," Little Wang said sincerely.


    "Call her Mom," Yan Zhao said in a low voice.


    "I don''t want to. At most, I''ll call her stepmother..." Little Wang''s voice suddenly trailed off because from next door came Zhaodi''s soft singing: "In this world, only mothers are good. Children with mothers are like treasures..."


    "Sing more, sing more, I want to hear more," came Little Lang''s sweet voice.


    "Dad, why don''t you sing a song for me too?" Little Wang turned back, feeling dejected with tears in his eyes.


    Yan Zhao raised his hand. Little Wang thought he was going to keep the beat for singing and looked at him expectantly.


    With a click, he turned off the light.


    In the darkness, father and son silently listened to the merriment next door, staring at each other.


    Little Wang had just moved, wanting to turn over, when Yan Zhao immediately asked solicitously, "Do you want to get up and do some push-ups? I''ll do them with you."


    "Snore, snore, I''m already fast asleep," Little Wang said, though his eyes were brimming with hot tears and he felt like crying.


    But he was sleeping very soundly, already snoring.


    ...


    Early the next morning, Zhaodi half-opened her eyes in her sleep and touched her face: "Mama, your skin is so white and soft."


    In her previous life, Zhaodi had left home after finishing primary school, insisting on living in a boarding school. Every time she came back, she would say most often: "Mom, why have you aged again?"


    Having personally raised a female pop star and a business tycoon, of course she had aged.


    Just for Zhaodi''sment about her white skin, Chen Men took out that brand new white dress and put it on herself.


    Yu Xi cosmetics were indeed good. When she was in the countryside, her face had been burned by the sun, but after applying them for just a few days, her skin tone had already be much fairer.


    As she bent over to wash her face and brush her teeth at the faucet, Yan Zhao also got up.


    It seemed that soldiers never got fat, and their physiques were always particrly graceful, with long lines and full of strength.


    Chen Men, having lived two lifetimes, was an old auntie now and should have been without desires.


    But she couldn''t help but keep ncing at Yan Zhao''s physique, her heart racing.


    After finishing his ablutions, Yan Zhao put on his green-shing peaked cap and spoke in a tone as if instructing his subordinates: "I have to go on a business trip today and probably won''t be back until tomorrow night. Hu Xiaohua has a 48-hour detention period. I''ll interrogate him when I get back. Don''t act impulsively, understand?"


    Chen Men smiled, "Be careful on the road."


    She wanted to say, when youe back, you''ll probably see Hu Xiaomei and Yan Xishan crying and kneeling at our door, begging me to spare them.


    Hopefully, it won''t shock your eyeballs off.


    Of course, Yan Zhao''s method was the normal procedure. After all, the police weren''t thugs. Hu Xiaohua could secretly hit people with bricks from behind, hitting whoever he wanted, but the police couldn''t forcibly press people''s heads down. They had to act ording to thew and evidence.


    What she wanted was to make Hu Xiaohua suffer the consequences of his actions and be brought to justice, to rot in jail.


    For this, she didn''t mind using any unconventional means.


    Holding the stic band cut from the underwear, which still had the Pierre Cardinbel on it, Chen Men put it in an envelope and headed out, going straight to the post office.


    ...


    Another day passed in the blink of an eye.


    Today, the Dongfang Group''s grand hall was showing "Red Sorghum."


    People never tired of seeing Shen Baopeng''s bare upper body and Gong Li''s little belly band.


    They also never tired of hearing the song "Sister, Be Brave and March On."


    The tickets had all been bought, but Qi Dongmei and Hu Xiaomei didn''t go to watch. They were cornering Yan Xishan, currently discussing how to resolve the Hu Xiaohua incident.


    Hu Xiaomei''s reputation was already in tatters. The leaders at the city education bureau wouldn''t even ept Yan Xishan''s gifts and wanted to directly expel Hu Xiaomei from the education system.


    Hu Xiaohua had also been locked up for stealing money, so of course they had to agree on a story to get him out.


    It was truly a case of when it rains, it pours. Qi Dongmei had cried until she had no more tears.


    Fortunately, Yan Xishan agreed to coordinate their testimonies to get Hu Xiaohua out, so at least he wouldn''t go to prison.


    Five thousand yuan! That would mean at least three months in abor camp. With all the people Hu Xiaohua had offended, he''d likely be beaten to death in there.


    Just then, Hu Xiaomei''s stepfather Fan Xiang returned home, looking displeased as he entered.


    Yan Xishan''s coal mine was entirely obtained through Fan Xiang''s connections. These past few days, the rumors about Hu Xiaomei had been spreading like wildfire. Qi Dongmei didn''t dare to even breathe loudly in front of her husband.


    Hu Xiaomei also stood up nervously, "Uncle Fan, shall I pour you some tea?"


    With a loud thud, Fan Xiang threw something into Qi Dongmei''sp. "This is utterly embarrassing. How did the stic from Xiaomei''s underwear end up being mailed to me by Yan Xishan''s ex-wife? And sent to my office, no less."


    It was mortifying. Fan Xiang had opened the letter in his office, with others present. Inside was a strip of stic from women''s underwear, bearing a Pierre Cardinbel - clearly from a woman''s branded undergarment.


    What would those who saw it say?


    The stic from Hu Xiaomei''s underwear?


    Sent directly to her stepfather''s office by Chen Men?


    Yan Xishan nearly jumped up, but Hu Xiaomei grabbed the stic and immediately said, "Dad, Chen Men is ndering me. How can a simple strip of stic prove it''s from my underwear?"


    Yan Xishan sat back down.


    He remembered now. Once when Chen Men had gone back to her parents'' home, Hu Xiaomei had insisted on trying out what it felt like to do it on his kang bed. They ended up being caught by Chen Jianjun, and Hu Xiaomei had fled bare-bottomed.


    But he couldn''t reveal that. How could a strip of stic prove the underwear was Hu Xiaomei''s?


    Of course, he had to side with Hu Xiaomei: "Dad, things have gotten a bit heated between me and Xiaomeitely. You''re a man, you must understand. My ex-wife is a jealous type. She didn''t know about this when we divorced, so she''s bitter. She''s deliberately trying to embarrass us. I''ll buy you two bottles of good liquor tomorrow to drink with you and calm you down. Don''t take her seriously."


    Fan Xiang had to give face to Yan Xishan. After all, they were partners. Coal was ck gold, bringing in endless money. The annual "gifts" Yan Xishan gave him were substantial.


    Since Yan Xishan was adamantly saying Chen Men was causing trouble on purpose, Fan Xiang believed him.


    This matter didn''t really concern him much anyway.


    He tossed the letter to Yan Xishan, saying, "Here''s the letter. Read it yourself and handle the situation."


    As Yan Xishan took the letter, he was thinking it was just about a pair of underwear. How ridiculous. What could she do with that? Chen Men must be upset and trying to make a scene.


    But after just ncing at the letter for two seconds, his hands began to shake.


    He pulled Hu Xiaomei up and headed out the door, straight to his own home.


    But as soon as they entered his house, Yan Xishan suddenly turned and pped Hu Xiaomei hard across the face.


    The stinging pain made Hu Xiaomei immediately cover her cheek. "Brother Shan, what are you doing?"


    What was he doing?


    In the letter, Chen Men had written: Thebel was cut off, but she still had the underwear. A red, slutty pair of panties with Yan Xishan''s semen stains and Hu Xiaomei''s vaginal discharge on it. If Yan Xishan didn''te get it himself, she''d throw it into the coal mine in the western suburbs.


    Holding the letter with trembling hands like he had Parkinson''s, Yan Xishan was dumbfounded. How did Chen Mene up with this?


    The coal mine was off-limits to women. And red underwear was considered an evil omen.


    It was already considered unlucky if a woman went near the mine entrance. They had to make offerings to the earth god and mountain god every time they opened a new shaft. Men especially couldn''t bring anything rted to women down into the mine. If Chen Men really threw those slutty red panties in there, his mine could cave in, flood, or worse - people could die.


    This wasn''t just superstition. It was every coal boss''s worst nightmare.


    Just a p?


    Yan Xishan felt like killing Hu Xiaomei.


    She had really been asking for trouble back then. They had plenty of houses, but she just had to tease him in Yanguan Vige, saying she wanted to try what it felt like to do it on his kang bed. They got caught in the act by Chen Jianjun, and she ran off without even her underwear. It had been so long ago that she''d forgotten all about it herself.


    Yan Xishan violently threw the stic at Hu Xiaomei''s head and pointed at her nose: "You go get those slutty panties yourself. If you can''t get them back, I''ll beat you to death! I don''t care if Hu Xiaohua goes to jail or not anymore."


    "Wasn''t it you who insisted on doing it that way back then? Did I ever force you? Why do I get med for everything?" Hu Xiaomei cried.


    Yan Xishan was so angry he lost allposure: "Because you''re a slut, because your pantse off too easily, because you''re just a whore."


    Hu Xiaomei wailed loudly: "Yan Xishan, if you dare hit me again, don''t expect my uncle Fan to help you anymore."


    Yan Xishan let out a coldugh: "I''ve grown my own wings long ago. Fan Xiang is nothing. As long as I''m willing to spend money, even his son will be my dog!"


    Why did he suck up to Fan Xiang? Besides Dongfang Group''s business, Fan Xiang''s son was also a big shot in the public security bureau. But setting aside family ties, money could still keep their rtionship rock solid.


    "Yan Xishan, you shameless bastard! You ungrateful swine!" Hu Xiaomei shrieked.


    Still want to forge fake evidence for Hu Xiaohua?


    This pair of adulterers was about to turn on each other.


    ...


    Meanwhile, Yan Zhao had just gotten off the train.


    A Volkswagen Santana was waiting outside the station. Little Liu, the driver from the bureau, was there to pick up Yan Zhao.


    Yan Zhao had just returned from the capital, where he attended a special meeting on the crackdown and rectification campaign.


    In his left hand was arge paper box with red and white stripes. He was also carrying arge bottle of some dark liquid.


    Little Liu hurried over to take the bottle, and reached for the box too: "Here, Captain Yan, let me carry that."


    Yan Zhao handed the bottle to Little Liu but put the box in the car himself. "I''m going to make a call from the payphone, then we''ll head straight to my ce." This meant he wouldn''t be going to the bureau.


    Little Liu looked at the bottle, which said "Coca-C" on it. He''d seen Coke ads before, always showing small ss bottles. He''d never seen this kind ofrge stic bottle before. It had a red stic cap that seemed like it could be twisted off by hand, unlike the metal caps on other bottles.


    He thought, I''ll just twist it open to take a look and smell it, without drinking any. No one should notice, right?


    But with a pop, as soon as he opened it, the c inside instantly turned to foam and came gushing out.


    The stuff just kept bubbling up more and more, spilling all over the ground. What a waste - this was Coca-C! Even a small bottle cost 40 cents.


    Little Liu''s mind went nk, and he put his mouth to the bottle. Glug glug glug, the bubbles rushed into his mouth and sprayed out his nose.


    Fortunately, the c stopped foaming. Little Liu finally breathed a sigh of relief. But something felt off behind him. He turned around to see Yan Zhao standing not far away, hands behind his back, eyes dark as water, watching him.


    "Let''s go," said Yan Zhao.


    He was in a hurry to get home, of course because of Hu Xiaohua''s situation.


    By rights, he should be the one interrogating Hu Xiaohua at the police station. But he had a feeling Chen Men was going to cause some trouble with those panties today.


    He wasn''t afraid of her causing trouble. He was afraid she might suffer for it.


    After all, Yan Xishan was surprisingly clever, and Hu Xiaomei was no pushover either.


    The whole way, he kept urging Little Liu to drive faster.


    Little Liu spent the entire trip thinking about how to exin the c incident, but the boss''s expression was so grim he didn''t dare open his mouth.


    By the time they reached the vige entrance, he had finally worked up the courage. Just as he was about to speak, Yan Zhao said, "Stop the car."


    The boss stared out the window, his expression even darker.


    Couldn''t he just pay for that bottle of c?


    ...


    Another car was parked by the roadside - a shy red Xiali. In this era, it was the most eye-catching ssh of red in all of Xiping City. Thetest pop music was ring from inside: "Little sister, boldly walk forward, walk forward, don''t look back..."


    Yan Xishan, with his big permed hair, was still wearing that water-red shirt. True to his nickname "Little Fei Xiang", he was leaning against the car, his face clouded with worry, puffing away on a cigarette.


    Hu Xiaomei, in a loud floral blouse and high-waisted skirt, her permed hair coated in ayer of gel, tottered out of the vige on high heels, her bottom swaying side to side.


    "Did you get your underwear back?" Yan Xishan asked Hu Xiaomei.


    Hu Xiaomei held 5000 yuan in one hand and Chen Men''s stocks and some gold jewelry in the other. She dejectedly handed them over to Yan Xishan: "She said she''d only give them to you."


    "You really fucked things up." Yan Xishan threw his cigarette butt on the ground.

 Chapter 23

    In reality, it was just a pair of old underwear. Even if Chen Men had really thrown it into the coal mine, what difference would it make?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yan Xishan was a coal mine owner, and mining has always been superstitious in any era.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When Hu Xiaomei came to the door with money, sincerely asking for forgiveness, Chen Men received her at the entrance and just smiled, saying: "Xiaomei, you''re my best friend. I don''t believe you''d throw underwear on my bed. Don''t joke around. It must have been Yan Xishan doing it with those prostitutes. Tell Yan Xishan toe talk to me himself."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With one sentence, she had directly degraded Hu Xiaomei to the status of a prostitute.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Of course,ing to someone''s door, one couldn''t bring just a little money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Fortunately, there was newly collected payment in her purse, totaling three thousand yuan. Might as well use it to ward off bad luck.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Gritting his teeth, Yan Xishan stuffed it all in his pocket.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao arrived home a few steps ahead of Yan Xishan. As soon as he reached the doorway, theplex aroma of KFC attracted Little Wang, who was ying outside.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Dad, what''s that?" Little Wang greedily inhaled the fried scent.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "KFC."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What''s that? Chicken you gnaw on?" Little Wang asked again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao looked at his son and said, "I suppose so."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The KFC meal voucher was issued by his father''s work unit ¨C a family bucket.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He handed the bag to Chen Men and asked briefly, "Xishan is here. Should I handle it?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "No need. You must be exhausted. Go rest. I''ll take care of it," Chen Men said, gently pushing Yan Zhao into the courtyard.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Her voice was so gentle that it made Yan Zhao''s ears go soft.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Turning back, just as Yan Xishan was about to enter, Chen Men red at him fiercely. He stepped back. She red again, and he retreated another step.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhaodi had just returned from next door and was about to enter.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After stepping out of the door, whether intentionally or not, Yan Xishan blocked Zhaodi''s way and smiled at the child, "Zhaodi, did you miss daddy?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhaodi had once nearly had her ribs broken by Yan Xishan when he was smiling just like this, drunk and bleary-eyed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His expression triggered terrible memories for the child, reminding her of the night when her father got drunk and violent, pointing at her nose and cursing her for being a money-losing burden, cursing her for not being a son, making him feel ashamed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The child froze in ce, face pale, her whole body trembling.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men quickly stepped forward and picked up her daughter, saying softly, "Mommy is already divorced from that man outside. He doesn''t dare hit you anymore. We''re not afraid, okay?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhaodi hugged Chen Men''s neck, burying her head in her mother''s embrace, her voice timid: "...Mom, can I never call him dad again?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Of course. You can call him that if you want to, and if you don''t want to, you don''t have to. It will be the same when you grow up. If you don''t want to acknowledge him, you don''t have to. He gave you your name, but if you don''t like it and have one you prefer, you can choose your own, or mommy can give you a new one. Whatever you want," Chen Men said, stroking her daughter''s head.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhaodi took a deep breath and suddenly pointed at Yan Zhao in the courtyard, saying, "I want my new dad to give me a new name."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men: "Silly girl, wouldn''t it be better if mommy gave you a name? Mommy has thought of many pretty names like Xinxin, Chenchen, Xuanxuan, as cute as Ningning next door. How about that?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhaodi unexpectedly pouted and said, "I don''t want names like that. They''re not nice. My new dad will definitely give me a prettier name."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Should I ask him now?" She had to have Yan Zhao give her daughter a new name.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Let me ask him," Zhaodi said, looking at Yan Zhao and gathering her courage. "That''s my new dad."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao had brought back arge KFC family bucket. It was particrly bountiful, with popcorn chicken, corn on the cob, and severalrge pieces of fried chicken. Chen Men remembered that the family bucket should have included arge bottle of Coca-C.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She guessed Yan Zhao must have drunk it on the way.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Not rushing to deal with Yan Xishan, leaving him to wait, Chen Men wanted the children to have a good meal of KFC first.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In her previous life, the first time she took the children to eat KFC, Lu Dabao and Erniu each hoarded a pile, wolfing it down, while Zhaodi ate only three french fries the whole time, constantly saying "Mom, I''m not hungry, you eat, you eat," but then stole half a half-eaten burger and some chicken bones that hadn''t been picked clean from the neighboring table. She took them home and hid under the covers to eat them secretly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Dabao smelled it and tattled, which made her so angry that she beat Zhaodi. She stayed up all night washing the bedsheets, inwardly ming Zhaodi for her poverty-stricken ways and bad habits, but never once considering why the child had to steal food.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Now she understood. It wasn''t that Zhaodi didn''t like to eat; she wanted to save it for her mother to eat.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was the first time Zhaodi had eaten KFC in this life, and she was determined not to make the same mistake again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had to let the children eat happily.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She gave Little Lang and Zhaodi each an ear of corn to gnaw on directly. Buttered, tender corn on the cob ¨C the little ones frowned at the first bite, but once they tasted the vor, they gnawed away like little wolf cubs.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The french fries had gone soggy. If she steamed them, they would turn to mush, and steamed chicken nuggets wouldn''t taste good either.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So she simply poured half a pot of vegetable oil, first reheating the fries, then frying the chicken pieces one by one, using low heat to slowly crisp up the skin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Including this time, this was already the third refrying. She fried and scooped them out, giving them to the children to eat.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Normally, children eating KFC for the first time would have bottomless stomachs, able to eat endlessly, but Little Wang only ate one piece and refused to eat more, politely urging Chen Men to eat instead.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for himself, he put all the chicken bones that Little Lang hadn''t finished gnawing clean into his pocket. Chen Men clearly saw this but pretended not to notice.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, as she scooped out thest piece of fried chicken from the pot, she shook her head and deliberately said, "I don''t like eating this stuff. Little Wang, can you help me eat it?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang was pleasantly surprised and epted the chicken nugget.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Mom, the fries are so delicious," Zhaodi said, holding up her greasy fingers while still gnawing on a chicken leg, eating with great relish. "I ate the most."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men kissed her daughter''s soft cheek and said, "In the future, when mom earns more money, I''ll buy you lots more."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Once is enough. Too much would be a waste of money," Zhaodi quickly said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men observed carefully and saw that after Little Wang got thest piece of fried chicken, he took out several chicken bones from his pocket and quietly threw them into the trash can.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Unfortunately, in her previous life, she never managed to break Zhaodi of this habit.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan had been waiting outside the whole time, smoking until cigarette butts littered the ground.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing Chen Mene out, he immediately approached her: "Men, my ancestor... I know I wronged you back then with Hu Xiaomei..."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Yan Xishan, I never cared about your affair because in my eyes, you''re not even human. But Hu Xiaohua must be sentenced for theft. If you dare to provide false testimony for him, I''ll throw that underwear into your coal mine immediately," Chen Men said sternly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With Chen Men''s temperament, if she dared to say it, she would do it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    What else could Yan Xishan do at this point? He nodded vigorously, saying, "Alright, alright, I''ll do whatever you say, okay?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing Chen Men about to speak again, Yan Xishan pped down the remaining three thousand yuan: "We used to be husband and wife. You should know better than anyone that I was able to start my business entirely thanks to Qi Dongmei. I''ve drunk so much bad alcohol and entertained so many people outside that I''ve ruined my liver. So my money has nothing to do with you. I''m giving you three thousand yuan ¨C that''s the biggest concession I can make."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was afraid Chen Men would try to extort more money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men took the money and immediately threw it at Yan Xishan''s head: "What''s mine is mine, and I don''t want a cent of yours. Just remember in the future, don''te looking for us if you fall on hard times."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Me? Fall on hard times? Men, what are you thinking?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan was amused by his ex-wife''s absurd idea. In a few years, he would be a millionaire, the richest man in Xiping City.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Never mind that Zhaodi ignored him now. When he had lots of money in the future, he could just wave a few big bills at her, and wouldn''t she cry and call him daddy?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan was a kind of fierce character. In the previous life, he went to prison because of a coal mine flood and copse, but after getting out, he made aeback. However, his liver was ruined by drinking. Just when his career was starting to pick up again, he got liver cancer.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Of course, Hu Xiaomei didn''t take care of him. In the end, it was Zhaodi who secretly took care of him in his final days. Liver cancer ¨C it cost Zhaodi a lot of money. Moreover, Lu Jingyu was indifferent towards Zhaodi, and Yan Xishan was that kind of person, so Zhaodi lost all hope for marriage. Even in her thirties, she refused to get married, wanting to be an old maid.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This caused Chen Men to worry about her daughter''s marriage prospects until the day she died, unable to close her eyes in peace.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men''s disgust for Yan Xishan was one thing, but she hated him even more for dragging down Zhaodi.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If it were possible, she truly wished she could stuff Zhaodi back into her womb and give birth to her again. Even if a beggar were to be Zhaodi''s father, it would be better than Yan Xishan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, saying these things was useless. What Chen Men needed to do now was to teach Zhaodi to be more cold-hearted. To teach her that even if Yan Xishan were to die in front of her, she should be able to walk around him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just as they were talking about Zhaodi, a clear and sweet voice suddenly rang out from the courtyard: "The night at the naval port is so quiet, the waves rock the warship, young sailors rest their heads on the waves, sweet smiles appear on their faces in their dreams..."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    While singing, Zhaodi was also dancing. In the courtyard, three men¡ªtwo small and one big¡ªwere all watching her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan, who was supposed to be asking for underwear, was also stunned.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The little girl dancing, her two small braids swinging, her little bottom wiggling, her white dress like an umbre, was much cuter than the two smelly boys from Yan Zhao''s family next door.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was strange. Even though Zhaodi used to spend every day with him, Yan Xishan had never found her as adorable as she was today. He had always been a rascal since childhood, looked down upon by others.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Under the family nning policy, having a son was a great opportunity for a man to turn his life around. But his first child was a daughter, which he found embarrassing, and he had never even given Zhaodi a second nce.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After finishing her dance, she raised her head and asked Yan Zhao with a hopeful face: "I just learned this today, do you think I sang well?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan was stunned again. This girl always avoided him like a mouse avoiding a cat, how could she be so friendly with Yan Zhao?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But given Yan Zhao''s personality, would he even bother to respond to a little girl?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan didn''t think so, so he lit a cigarette, intrigued. He wanted to see Zhaodi get snubbed by her new dad.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yan Zhao pped his hands twice and actually said, "Very good."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He hadn''t eaten yet, so he turned and went to the kitchen to make some noodles for himself.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan remembered that Yan Zhao wasn''t this type of person. He had always been stubborn as a mule, how could he possibly speak so calmly to a little girl?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Looking back, he saw Chen Men''s eyes full of pride as she looked at Zhaodi, her face beaming with happiness.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As a fellow man, he couldn''t help but add, "Men, I did you wrong back then, but you should also reflect on yourself. With that nasty temper of yours..."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Get lost, the further the better," Chen Men turned to go inside.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Yan Zhao just has a little bit of power, does he have money? And he''s just pretending to be like that now," Yan Xishan called out again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He wasn''t even afraid of Yan Zhao hearing him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The Jindong Road Police Station wasn''t an easy job. The chiefs came and went like flowing water, nonesting long. Even if Yan Zhao managed to stay longer, sticking to his official job, he couldn''t even earn enough for an air conditioner in a year. Pathetic.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Oh right, there was also Hu Xiaomei''s underwear, she still hadn''t given it to him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Before Yan Xishan could ask, Chen Men came back again: "Xiaomei''s underwear! I can only promise you that I won''t throw it into the coal mine, but if you want to take it away, unless you wear it on your head and walk all the way out of Yanguan Vige, don''t even think about it."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hearing this, Yan Xishan was furious: "Men, can''t we be less extreme? Yes, you married an inspector, but what about Zhaodi''s future education? Doesn''t she want to go to a good school? If she wants to transfer to a good school, the transfer fee is at least 5,000 yuan. Are you going to ask me for that?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Get lost!" Chen Men shouted again, closing the courtyard gate.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan kicked the gate, just about to enter when he looked up and saw a dark figure in front of him. Green shirt, uniform pants, dark face, cold eyes - Yan Zhao was standing at the gate, staring at him coldly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Captain Yan, want a smoke?" Yan Xishan''s demeanor changed in an instant, bowing and scraping.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao reached out and patted Yan Xishan''s shoulder. They were about the same height, and just looking at their faces, Yan Xishan was much more likable than Yan Zhao. It wasn''t like people said when they were young, that Yan Xishan always lost in fights. After all, Yan Xishan was five years older than Yan Zhao, so they won and lost about equally.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But years of drinking and smoking had taken a toll on Yan Xishan''s body. Even though he mustered all his strength to resist, Yan Zhao''srge hand still made him stagger back and forth when itnded on his shoulder.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Tomorrow morning we''ll get the marriage certificate, and in the afternoon youe to the police station, we''ll transfer the household registration," Yan Zhao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Okay, okay, sure," Yan Xishan nodded repeatedly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The house, was he really going to transfer it to Men?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Among the children in the house, Little Wang was the oldest and most sensible. The younger ones didn''t understand their parents'' affairs, but Little Wang heard everything, even Chen Men telling Yan Xishan to wear Hu Xiaomei''s underwear and walk out of Yanguan Vige - he heard it all word for word.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, Chen Men had actually put that red underwear in the trash can, ready to throw it away.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was very curious about why Chen Men would do this, but he was too embarrassed to ask his dad. Just as Chen Men came out to take out the trash, he followed behind her and mustered up the courage to say, "Auntie, I heard you say you wanted Zhaodi''s dad to wear a pair of underwear and walk out of the vige, but now you''re throwing the underwear away. If you just throw it in the garbage dump, they''ll find it."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His dad wasn''t even curious about what she was doing, why was this little brat so curious?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It''s dirty, why shouldn''t I throw it away?" Chen Men asked in return.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang said, "Zhaodi''s dad is a bad person, we should keep the underwear to ckmail him, otherwise, he won''t give us the house."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men suddenly turned around: "Call me Mom, and I''ll tell you why."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang turned and ran away in a sh.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was just a pair of trashy underwear, it had been in the house long enough, and now it was time to throw it away.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After all, she had only used this thing to stir up discord between Yan Xishan and Hu Xiaomei. If she really threw it into the coal mine and caused a water inrush and copse, killing people, it would be Chen Men''s sin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If she guessed correctly, today, because of this underwear, the rift between Hu Xiaomei and Yan Xishan would continue to widen.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When Yan Xishan came just now, Hu Xiaomei had also quietly followed behind.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although the coal mine belonged to Yan Xishan, it was Hu Xiaomei who was enjoying the money earned. So not getting the underwear back made Hu Xiaomei even angrier.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And she hated Chen Men even more than Yan Xishan did.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had just returned to the car when she saw Yan Xishaning with his head hanging low. She immediately said, "Brother Shan, how about this? You call a few people and have them climb over the wall at night to steal the underwear?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing Yan Xishan not responding, she added, "Or you could call a few people to kidnap Zhaodi and force Men to hand over the underwear?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan turned back, looking at Hu Xiaomei in disbelief.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "That''s your daughter. Even if we kidnap her, even if we get caught by the police, you can say you missed your daughter and wanted to take her to raise her yourself. What''s wrong with that?" Hu Xiaomei said again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan''s face, which resembled the singer Fei Xiang, immediately turned sour.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the car, the song "Sister, march on bravely" was still ying, "March on, the road to heaven is nine thousand nine hundred and nine."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Now, as the country was entering the 1990s, it was also the most chaotic time in society. Kidnapping, extortion, beating people from behind - these things were happening frequently. And because there were no surveince cameras, especially in the urban-rural fringe areas where there weren''t even street lights, the social security situation was very chaotic.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yan Xishan was a smart person. He dared to break thew, but not tomit crimes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After all,mitting crimes meant serving time, while breaking thew only required paying some fines and epting punishment.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, he had always thought that Hu Xiaomei was a gentle and understanding flower,pletely different from the straightforward Chen Men.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But the straightforward Chen Men wouldn''t think about kidnapping and extortion just because of a small grudge with someone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His understanding, gentle, and lovely little white flower was now saying things that made Yan Xishan''s heart grow cold.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhaodi was his daughter. Yes, Yan Xishan resented that she wasn''t a son, but he also loved his daughter.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He wasn''t a heartless beast who would kidnap his own daughter for the sake of Hu Xiaomei''s trashy underwear.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Was this gentle, kind little white flower now trying to tempt him step by step intomitting a crime?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 24

    "But now that your brother is in jail, I need to kidnap someone, and I don''t have enough manpower. What should we do?" Yan Xishan asked Hu Xiaomei.


    He had a group of coal miners under him, but except for Hu Xiaohua, the others would only help with fighting and iming territory. They wouldn''t do anything too extreme. After all, everyone had families, and not everyone was willing to go out and engage in violence.


    "I know someone who could help, but it''ll cost money," Hu Xiaomei said.


    Yan Xishan frowned again, "How much? Tell me."


    Hu Xiaomei thought for a moment and said, "I used to teach a student whose mother has some kind of cancer. If we give him four or five thousand yuan, he should be willing to help us kidnap someone."


    "Yan Zhao is no joke. He''s killed Vietnamese people. He''ll definitely catch the person, but is that kid willing to go to prison?" Yan Xishan asked.


    Hu Xiaomei smiled, "That boy is only fifteen or sixteen. He''s not even old enough to be criminally liable. What are you afraid of?"


    Hu Xiaomei became a teacher at 18 and was now 25. Her first batch of students was indeed around fifteen or sixteen now.


    Old enough to help their teacher with such matters.


    Speaking of teachers, Yan Xishan had always been very grateful.


    He had never formally attended school, but he could read. All the characters he knew were taught to him by Huang Zhengde.


    Back during the Cultural Revolution, he wasbeled as andlord''s son and wasn''t allowed to go to school. Every night, Huang Zhengde would call him to the office. After grading other children''s homework, he would give Yan Xishan private lessons.


    Even now, Yan Xishan remembered how, under a single oilmp, Huang Zhengde would take off the tall hat on his head, clean his dirty face that had been beaten by others, use the "cow demon snake spirit" sign around his neck as a ckboard, and teach him characters one by one.


    Yan Xishan might act recklessly outside, but he almost strictly forbade his men from causing trouble in Yanguan Vige, because that''s where his conscience and moral bottom liney.


    He also absolutely refused to get involved with children under eighteen, because they were still minors.


    And now, his gentle, kind, intellectual lover Hu Xiaomei actually wanted to have her student help with a kidnapping, and it was to kidnap his own daughter?


    "Xiaomei, did the education bureau fire you?" Yan Xishan asked Hu Xiaomei.


    Mentioning this, Hu Xiaomei was furious, "You''re bringing this up now? If it wasn''t because of you..."


    "Since you''re not a teacher anymore, what do you want to do?" Yan Xishan asked again.


    Hu Xiaomei nestled into Yan Xishan''s arms, her hand caressing his chest, "I still want to be a teacher. But now regr schools definitely won''t take me. My mom says private schools are bing popr. Don''t you know some city leaders? Can you pull some strings and help me get approval for a school? I''ll be the principal."


    Yes, private schools were bing a trend.


    But they required qualifications, which had to be obtained from the Education Department.


    Yan Xishan considered himself the best at building connections in Hua Country. If he really wanted to, he could probably get the connections at the Education Department just by bringing money.


    Just yesterday, he was thinking that Hu Xiaomei lost her job because of him.


    If he really couldn''t find connections or a school for her to work at, he might as well open a school for her.


    But now, Yan Xishan realized that Hu Xiaomei was something else.


    She dared to incite a fifteen or sixteen-year-old student tomit kidnapping. If he gave her a school, wouldn''t it be a breeding ground for gangsters?


    Of course, Yan Xishan was still a bad person himself, and he was very self-aware about this.


    The only reason he had a sudden attack of conscience today was because of how Huang Zhengde taught him to read under an oilmp years ago, giving him a reverence for the teaching profession. Also, while people could do other bad things, kidnapping one''s own daughter was beyond inhuman.


    It was because of this that Yan Xishan, a scoundrel himself, realized that Hu Xiaomei was a thousand times more evil than him.


    The couple returned home.


    It was nine in the evening. Fan Xiang had finished his dinner and was watching TV. Qi Dongmei had prepared a table full of dishes, waiting for Yan Xishan.


    With Fan Xiang''s good connections and resources, Qi Dongmei naturally wanted to support her own son.


    But people need the right qualities.


    Hu Xiaohua wasn''t smart, was impulsive, and loved fighting. He couldn''t handle big matters.


    Yan Xishan was different. Growing up oppressed, living like a dog, he knew how to adapt to situations, how to handle things, how to tter people. So Qi Dongmei supported him, after all, he had the makings of a coal boss.


    Qi Dongmei nurtured Yan Xishan as if he were her son-inw.


    Seeing Yan Xishan about to go next door, Qi Dongmei said, "Xishan,e eat quickly. We still need to discuss how to get Xiaohua out."


    Even in this situation, she was still busy trying to get Hu Xiaohua out.


    Yan Xishan went next door and saw Fan Xiang watching TV. The TV was still a domestically produced small color TV, so he smiled and said, "Uncle Fan, I gave Mother-inw four thousand yuanst month. Why didn''t you change to an imported Toshiba? The color on this one is so blurry, not bright at all."


    Fan Xiang was stunned. When Yan Xishan bribed him, the money was always given to Qi Dongmei, after all, he was a leader and couldn''t take money directly.


    Butst month, Qi Dongmei clearly said Yan Xishan only gave her four hundred yuan.


    Howe Yan Xishan himself said he gave Qi Dongmei four thousand yuan?


    This meant Qi Dongmei had been ying him for a fool all along?


    Fan Xiang was so angry that he stood up and turned off the TV with a snap, "Really?"


    "Uncle, you haven''t been getting the full amount? In these past few years, I''ve given Mother-inw at least thirty thousand yuan. How much did you get?" Yan Xishan asked, knowing full well the answer.


    Fan Xiang pped the sofa and sighed.


    "Father-inw, what''s wrong?" Yan Xishan asked.


    "Nothing," Fan Xiang waved his hand and went back to watching TV.


    But the next day, Fan Xiang called his son, saying he wanted to stay at his ce for a while, and then directly changed the lock on his house.


    Qi Dongmei and Fan Xiang never got a marriage certificate, after all, she was a mistress who moved up, and Qi''s son never epted her.


    Qi Dongmei went out shopping and came back to find all her clothes thrown outside.


    The lock on the house was changed, her husband wasn''t living there anymore, and she couldn''t even get in. When she went to his workce, Fan Xiang simply took a long leave and refused to see her.


    Just like that, Fan Xiang unterally broke up with her.


    Of course, Yan Xishan didn''t break up with Hu Xiaomei. He yed the good guy on both sides,forting both Fan Xiang and Qi Dongmei, offending neither.


    But from now on, he gradually began to despise Hu Xiaomei.


    He also absolutely couldn''t let Hu Xiaomei have the opportunity to be a teacher again. A woman like Hu Xiaomei might be more well-behaved without a job, staying at home.


    Yan Xishan absolutely wouldn''t do anything to harm children.


    If Chen Men knew about what happened between Yan Xishan and Hu Xiaomei, she would probablyugh and say it was a case of a dog eat dog world.


    At this moment, she was calcting her ounts.


    The good thing about Yanguan Vige was that it had responsible vige secretaries and team leaders who didn''t allow people to rent out houses recklessly. At night, they didn''t allow those small street shops to y loud music. A few people who wanted to open video halls were chased away by Yan Xiong. So although it wasn''t far from the city, it was quiet amidst the bustle, particrly peaceful.


    The night breeze was cool, and next door there was a piano teacher who asionally yed, making it a ce that warmed the heart.


    After drying her hair, Chen Men was about to calcte her total ount.


    In 1986, she bought some stocks that Qin Yu sold to her, called Shenzhen Development. Apparently, Yan Dawei bought them when he was on a business trip to Shenzhen. At the time of purchase, each share was 0.8 yuan, and he bought 2000 shares. Afraid of losing all his money and unsure if the price would rise in the future, when Qin Yu mentioned it, Chen Men happened to have some spare money and bought 1000 shares at the original price.


    This stock would soon be suspended from trading, and many people would be so angry that they would burn their stock certificates. But two yearster, when the government resumed trading to rescue the market, it could rise to over 200 yuan per share.


    Yan Dawei would burn his stock certificates when trading was suspended, butter regret it bitterly.


    So even though it was just a small piece of paper, it represented a huge sum of money.


    Adding the 5000 yuan in cash, Chen Men had a total of 23,000 yuan in cash.


    This was a huge sum nowadays, but she needed to transfer her children''s schools. It wouldn''t be fair to only transfer Zhaodi, the children needed to be treated equally, otherwise it would create a divide between them. Two children meant two spots, which meant money.


    Zhaodi also needed to take art sses, and she needed to add an extension to the house. This money was far from enough.


    "Dad,e inside and sleep." Little Wang''s voice from next door startled Yan Zhao, who was standing outside, as well as Chen Men, who was counting money.


    "Did you get the money back?" Yan Zhao took the opportunity to enter Chen Men''s room.


    Five thousand yuan in crisp new hundred-yuan bills - Chen Men hadn''t had time to put them away and was still holding them in her hands.


    Yan Zhao not only came in but also sat down on the edge of the kang bed.


    Chen Men was wearing pajamas, which were actually an old sweater with a worn-out cor and faded color. More importantly, she wasn''t wearing a bra, so she was in a "free state."


    In her younger days, she had been quite well-endowed up front.


    So now two small points were visible.


    Fortunately, he didn''t look at her the whole time, so Chen Men didn''t feel too embarrassed.


    But they weren''t married yet, and there were two children sleeping on the kang. Surely he wouldn''t try to get on the bed?


    The money and bankbook were allid out on the pillow.


    Yan Zhao picked up the bankbook, looked at it, then put it down. He then picked up some stocks, looked at them, and put them down too.


    Was the leader checking the ounts?


    He wouldn''t try to take her money, would he? That dog of a man, did he want to control her finances?


    Chen Men was on full alert.


    "Tomorrow, go to the bank and see about buying some government bonds or other bonds. It''s better for preserving value than keeping cash," Yan Zhao said unexpectedly.


    Chen Men was stunned, her mind buzzing. She had secretly bought some treasury bonds a few days ago.


    Afraid Yan Zhao would object, she hadn''t dared to tell him. But now he was actually encouraging her to buy treasury bonds?


    ording to Zhou Xueqin, Yan Zhao was a conservative, rigid, stubborn, autocratic man with severe male chauvinism.


    Had she heard him wrong?


    Then, Yan Zhao took out a pair of cloth shoes that were clean butpletely worn out and handed them to Chen Men. "Alter these for Little Wang to wear."


    These were his own shoes, to be altered for Little Wang?


    What era was this, remaking big shoes into small ones?


    However, if Yan Zhao hadn''t brought out these worn cloth shoes, Chen Men might have forgotten. She got up and rummaged in the cab, pulling out a pair of Victory brand rubber shoes for Little Wang. She handed them to Yan Zhao, saying, "I bought these for Little Wang, but he won''t wear them when I give them to him. You give them to him."


    Yan Zhao turned them over, examining them closely, and surprisingly said, "These shoes must cost at least seven or eight yuan a pair. I''ll give you the money in a few days, okay?"


    This man''s understanding of prices seemed stuck in the 1970s.


    These shoes cost 38 yuan. If she told him that, would his face show a different expression, like surprise?


    "You and Zhaodi can wear nicer clothes, but let them wear worn ones. Don''t hit them, just make sure they eat enough."


    Was he really not trying to create division between the three children, to establish some kind of hegemony? Did he want her and Zhaodi to dress up like flower girls while Little Wang and Little Lang followed behind looking like beggars?


    Could she really do that?


    "Why don''t we just not give those two any clothes at all? Wouldn''t it save even more money if they went around naked?" Chen Men couldn''t help but blurt out, unable to contain herself any longer.


    Then she noticed the man finally raised his head and looked directly at her.


    In the end, Chen Men lowered her head. This man was really no fun; he couldn''t even take a joke.


    "Wear something more appropriate tomorrow. We''ll go get our marriage certificate," Yan Zhao said before getting up and leaving.


    Just after he left, Chen Men smelled a strong aroma of fried chicken.


    Hadn''t the KFC been devoured by the children? Where was this smelling from?


    Chen Men looked down and saw a paper-wrapped hamburger on the edge of the kang. When she opened it, she found the meat inside was still hot - Yan Zhao had refried it.


    That made sense. The KFC family bucket should have included hamburgers, probably two, and a bottle of Coke. Yan Zhao must have eaten the hamburger and drunk the Coke on the train.


    It was hard to imagine the serious and rigid Captain Yan hugging a big bucket of Coke and munching on a hamburger on the train.


    Although she had already brushed her teeth, Chen Men still unwrapped the hamburger and took a big bite.


    The crispy fried chicken, the soft bread - the lettuce wasn''t very fresh anymore, but mixed together, it was surprisingly sweet and delicious. No wonder the kids loved eating this.


    It was good, really good.


    Meanwhile, next door, Yan Zhao strode in. Little Wang, his bright eyes peeking out from under the covers, had actually just secretly finished savoring thest piece of fried chicken. He had just brushed his teeth andin down on the kang, carefully cleaning up all evidence of his crime.


    He blurted out, "I won''t wear them."


    "If you don''t want to wear them, that''s fine. Tomorrow I''ll send you back to your mother. You want her to beat you again?" Yan Zhao said.


    "No..." Clearly Yan Zhao understood his son best. Little Wang immediately obediently took the shoes, almost crying: "I''ll wear them tomorrow."


    Actually, when Little Wang was younger, Zhou Xueqin didn''t hit him.


    Back then, she was still working at the wool factory, had many friends, and no husband to manage her. She went dancing every night, asionallying homete, only disliking him touching her, afraid Little Wang would dirty her new clothes.


    It waster, when the neighbors one by one went into business and got rich, and she herself wasid off, that she no longer had money to go to dance halls. Her husband was always on the battlefield, and that''s when she started kicking or pinching Little Wang at the slightest provocation.


    Today, Little Wang had seen Zhou Xueqin hugging a girl much fatter than Zhaodi, squeezing onto a bus. That little girl was holding a bottle of Coke that spilled on her clothes, but Zhou Xueqin didn''t even get angry.


    If Little Wang had done that, she would have shoved him away immediately.


    Actually, Zhou Xueqin had seen him too, but she quickly hid, as if afraid he might try to follow her.


    How could Little Wang possibly want to go find Zhou Xueqin now? Long ago, when Little Lang had a high fever of 40 degrees, he had begged her to stay, and she had pretended to agree, carelessly giving Little Lang some medicine before sneaking out to go dancing again. At that moment, in his heart, she was no longer his mother.


    The boy hugged the rubber shoes close. Although he felt a bit sad, this time when he thought of Chen Men, he didn''t feel disgusted anymore. In fact, he felt a warmth in his heart.


    Zhou Xueqin had gone to hug someone else''s child, but didn''t Little Lang have Chen Men to hug him now?

 Chapter 25

    Monday arrived in the blink of an eye - it was time to go get the marriage certificate.


    Chen Men first changed into her pretty blouse and shorts, about to head out, when she saw Yan Zhao dressed in an olive green uniform with all the buttons fastened, holding his hat in his arms, looking at her. After a moment''s thought, she went back and changed her shorts to long pants.


    It wasn''t that she wanted to inconvenience herself, but rather that he already stood out enough on the street. She didn''t want to be another target for everyone''s stares.


    They still had to send all the children next door, asking Qin Yu to watch them as previously arranged.


    "Oh, Men, quick, look at the newspaper. The Sanbao Paint Factory is looking for a child to be in their newspaper ad. Do you want to enter your Zhaodi?" Qin Yu said, waving a copy of the Xiping Evening News.


    Ningning was dressed especially prettily today in a puffy skirt and stic sandals. She came over to pull on Zhaodi, saying, "The newspaper says to send in a photo, and the factory will choose the prettiest child to be in the paper. They''ll even pay! Let''s go take photos together and see who gets chosen, okay? What if our vige produces a child star?"


    Now Hua Country had many private enterprises, with all sorts of products emerging. But not everything sold well - after all, everyone had products at simr prices. They had to engage in price wars, ensure good quality, and be able to attract people.


    Advertising in newspapers, running ads, and finding spokespeople to sell products - all of this was just beginning now.


    Chen Men took the newspaper and looked at it, seeing it was for a paint factory. After some thought, she decided against it.


    In those days, there was no concept of formaldehyde levels. Most paint factories had formaldehyde levels that far exceeded standards. It was uncertain if Zhaodi would even be chosen, but even if she was, Chen Men didn''t want her daughter advertising for a paint factory.


    What if that paint factory''s formaldehyde levels were too high?


    In the home renovation market of the 1990s, how many people had died from toxic paints with excessive formaldehyde?


    "Never mind, I won''t enter Zhaodi," Chen Men said.


    Qin Yu pursed her lips and asked in a low voice, "After spending a few days together, what do you think of Yan Zhao? We married into the vigete and haven''t met him, but I asked around about his reputation in the vige. Why do so many people shake their heads when they talk about him?"


    He had just moved into the nouveau riche''s courtyard, and his ex-wife was upying his family''s courtyard in the First Team. The vigers were bound to gossip about Yan Zhao, just not in front of Chen Men.


    What was his character really like? And he had two sons. Once the marriage certificate was signed, there would be no going back.


    "He''s quite good," Chen Men said with a smile.


    Looking back at Yan Zhao in his crisp uniform, standing outside and constantly checking his watch, Qin Yu quickly said, "Hurry and go get your certificate. I''ll take care of the children."


    Seeing Little Lang still wanting to follow, Qin Yu pulled him back, saying, "There''s ''Uproar in Heaven'' on TV today. Want to watch?"


    Sun Wukong?


    What child doesn''t like that? All the kids rushed into the house at once.


    Getting the marriage certificate was just a formality - take a photo and get the certificate.


    "What a rare, beautiful couple. Come, let''s take a photo first. Face the camera, good... Oh, Officer, would you like two extra copies of the photo? It''s only five yuan more per copy, to keep as a memento." The civil affairs office was now doing side businesses, making money from extra photo prints.


    Yan Zhao took out a wallet with the characters "August First" on it - something issued by the military.


    But when he opened it, Chen Men nced inside and saw only two ten-yuan notes, one five-yuan note, and one two-yuan note. This was all the money the man had on him.


    Getting the certificate cost 9 yuan, and with two photos it would be 19 yuan.


    Men all care about face. For getting the marriage certificate, he wouldn''t ask for her money.


    But this man was now penniless because he had given all his money to his ex-wife.


    Chen Men immediately said, "We don''t need them."


    "We do," Yan Zhao said.


    Yan Zhao took out twenty yuan and gave it to the staff member, who gave him one yuan in change. Now there was only a pitiful 8 yuan left in his wallet.


    Yan Zhao didn''t give Chen Men the two extra photo prints either, but tucked them into his wallet along with the change.


    He had to keep the marriage certificate too, because today Yan Xishan was going to the police station. Taking the marriage certificate and household registration book together, without needing Chen Men''s "Homestead Transfer Certificate," he could transfer the house into Chen Men''s name.


    "Alright, the certificates are printed," the staff member said, handing them over with both hands, showing extra respect because Yan Zhao was a police officer. "When you leave, treat your wife to a nice meal."


    A nice meal?


    Yan Zhao could barely make ends meet.


    "Well then... see you tonight," Yan Zhao said, noticing the bus arriving. He pointed at Chen Men: "You get on the bus first."


    Chen Men boarded the bus and looked back to see Yan Zhao crossing the street to the other side.


    The police bureau''s Jindong Road branch was just across the street.


    Couldn''t he at least wave goodbye, or show her the photo? The marriage certificate was in his hands, and Chen Men had no idea what she looked like in the picture.


    But never mind. She had exactly 23,000 yuan in her bag - the equivalent of ten years'' sry for a department store clerk. Since Yan Zhao had agreed, she needed to go exchange it for an evenrger sum.


    After getting off the bus, Chen Men headed straight for the postal savings office.


    It was her most vivid memory from her past life - there was a bond called Capital Petrochemical that would drop to its lowest point in a few days. But due to national policy support and market rescue efforts, it would rebound dramatically within days, rising by 29 percentage points. That was the historical peak of bond returns in all of Hua Country.


    At the time, Chen Men had seen the news in the paper about the country supporting the oil industry, and had suggested Lu Jingyu buy some.


    Needless to say, Lu Jingyu''s immediate response was: "Men, a woman is still a woman after all, with limited vision. Big decisions should be made by men. This time I''ve decided - we''re not buying."


    He arbitrarily picked several others, which all ended in bankruptcy.


    From then on, Lu Jingyu found excuses to argue with her, always saying it was because she hadn''t tried hard enough to persuade him back then.


    Bonds had to be bought at the post office. Just as Chen Men finished buying the bonds and turned around, she bumped into a woman.


    It was Yan Bin''s wife, Song Huaihua.


    Yan Bin was the police officer who had helped Chen Men handle the Hu Xiaohua case.


    Song Huaihua had a rustic name and was also a rural woman. She had taken over her father''s job and was now the director of the Jindong Road post office. Though just the director of a small post office, when Lu Jingyu was about to make his fortune and had taken on a big renovation contract without startup capital, he tried to borrow money from Song Huaihua. He pestered her many times, but she never lent it to him.


    It was Chen Men who, hearing that Song Huaihua was from Yanguan Vige, used the hometown connection even though they didn''t know each other. She brought her three children to the post office to plead, and Song Huaihua took pity on Chen Men and finally granted the loan.


    It could be said that Song Huaihua was the fuse that ignited Lu Jingyu''s fortune. Without Song Huaihua, Lu Jingyu would never have be wealthy.


    Butter she inexplicably jumped into a well. No one knew the exact reason.


    "Oh, isn''t this Men from the Seventh Team? What,e to deposit money?" Song Huaihua, on her way home, had to pass by Men''s house and had seen her before, so she said with a smile, "I''m Yan Zhao''s second sister-inw. My name is Song Huaihua. We''re family now."


    "I wanted to buy some bonds, just to try it out," Chen Men said.


    Just this ordinary statement made Song Huaihua explode: "You bought Capital Petrochemical? I really like Capital Petrochemical too, but my Yan Bin is such a blockhead. I just wanted to y around with one month''s sry and he wouldn''t even allow that."


    Seeing Chen Men buy 23,000 yuan worth at once, Song Huaihua suddenly became worried: "You bought so much. Won''t Yan Zhao be angry?"


    The teller at the post office counter was a man. Because Chen Men often came to deposit money, he knew her and chimed in: "Director Song, you know her too? That''s the ex-wife of the nouveau riche from our Yanguan Vige. She just got divorced, so she must have gotten half of the nouveau riche''s assets. She''s got plenty of money."


    Poking his head out from behind the counter, the teller looked curious: "Hey, I heard that back then it was because you were too fierce that the nouveau riche..."


    "You''ve got it wrong. It was because the nouveau riche liked to meddle too much, so I beat him up and then divorced him," Chen Men stared at him, enunciating each word.


    "It''s good you divorced. A woman like you is better off single. What man would dare marry you?" the teller said with augh as he filled out the bond form.


    Song Huaihua put her arm around Chen Men: "What are you saying, Xiao Wang? Who says no man would dare marry a woman like this? She''s my sister-inw now. We''re family."


    The bank teller was stunned for a moment, then immediately pped herself: "I have eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. Director Song, please don''t be angry, I was just joking."


    In any era, men, especially unremarkable ones, have an unprecedented confidence in themselves and an unprecedented disdain for women.


    If we were to listen to them, how could we even live?


    Song Huaihua had always felt that her judgment was better than Yan Bin''s. Inspired by Chen Men''s carefree attitude, and since it was payday, she took out her wallet, pulled out fiverge bills, and said, "That''s right, the worst that could happen is a divorce. This is my sry, why shouldn''t I make my own decisions? I''ll buy 500 yuan worth too."


    Currently, Capital Petrochemical''s bond yield was only 6%, but in a few days, the government would intervene to support the market, and the peak should reach 31%. This was the second stock Chen Men could remember from her previous life after listening to Lu Jingyu talk about stocks many times, and it was also the strongest dark horse in the entire history of bonds.


    Not wanting to be too greedy, she nned to cash out when it reached 29%, wouldn''t that still earn her four or five thousand?


    Song Huaihua found a moment to tell Chen Men: "You probably don''t know, but Yan Zhao''s ex-wife Zhou Xueqin is now living in our First Team area. She''s with a man who does home renovations, and I heard they bought government bonds a few days ago and made a lot of money."


    "That''s good," Chen Men said.


    Zhou Xueqin, reborn and together with Lu Jingyu, was making money hand over fist.


    "That man has two children who are quite ugly, and he has a bad temper, but Zhou Xueqin has a really good personality and is very nice to those two kids," Song Huaihua thought for a moment and added, "Oh, right, I ran into them early this morning. Zhou Xueqin was taking the little girl to some kind of advertising selection. She said if they win, the little girl could be a child star."


    Qin Yu had mentioned in the morning that a paint factory was looking to select a child for an advertisement.


    But if Song Huaihua hadn''t brought it up again, Chen Men might not have remembered.


    In her previous life, severalrge billboards were erected all over Xiping City, featuring a round, chubby little boy sitting in a puddle of paint, with paint all over his mouth and hands. Because the child was so cute, it was said that the paint brand sold exceptionally well.


    At the time, she remembered someone saying that the child was Yan Zhao''s younger son.


    Even after many years, Chen Men could still recall the image of a big-eyed, adorable child eating paint. Thinking carefully, wasn''t that Little Lang?


    However, Little Langter fell ill, and the city even organized a fundraiser to help with his medical treatment. Chen Men had donated money herself.


    After saying goodbye to Song Huaihua, Chen Men went home.


    Leaving the post office, crossing a street led to Yanguan Vige. At the narrow entrance of the vige, there was a grain store on one side and a small shop on the other, along with ces like tailor shops.


    In the evening, this area would turn into a row of night markets.


    Not seeing Zhaodi, Little Wang and Little Lang were gathered around a red three-wheeled cart with arge refrigerator on it, surrounded by balloons.


    The balloons all had "Coca-C" written on them.


    It was the time when Coca-C was pushing into the Hua Country market. These small tricycles selling Coca-C were everywhere on the streets, selling wherever they went. People would drink on the spot and leave the bottles behind.


    A bottle cost forty cents.


    The Coke bottles were made of ss and weren''t supposed to be taken away, but because the bottles were so beautiful, some people would try to sneak them away when the vendor wasn''t looking.


    Little Wang was watching over a group of children, shouting whenever someone tried to take a bottle: "You can''t take the bottles away, put them back quickly!"


    "Damn it, you motherless little bastard, who are you to tell me what to do?" a child grumbled, reluctantly putting down the ss bottle he had intended to take.


    The vendor immediately rewarded Little Wang with a bottle of Coke: "Good job, young man. Keep watching for me, and this Coke is yours."


    Little Wang grinned, and when the vendor opened the bottle, he just quickly licked it once before giving the Coke to Little Lang: "Drink up."


    All the children from the vige, especially the older boys, red at Little Wang, looking at him as if he were a great traitor among enemies.


    Little Wang, feeling guilty for aiding the "enemy," kept his face flushed red.


    From time to time, when he saw someone''s bottle still had a bit of Coke left, he would turn his back and secretly pour it into his own mouth.


    His gluttony seemed quite severe. If not addressed at the root, he might end up like Zhaodi in her previous life, never able to change.


    Chen Men watched from afar. In her heart, she preferred Little Wang a bit more, mainly because of his personality.


    As for Little Lang, he was still young and not her own child. As a woman, it''s impossible to genuinely love someone else''s child. After all, even the scent of your own child is something you like, while it''s never truly possible for a woman to really like someone else''s child.


    But just then, Little Lang suddenly saw her across the street and ran over with his Coke: "Mommy, have some Coke."


    His little white face was beaming with an especially bright smile.


    Chen Men''s heart suddenly trembled. Seeing the child''s familiar smile, she abruptly remembered that in her previous life, Little Lang had developed a blood-rted illness and eventually had to use a dialysis machine.


    The 1990s were a time when substandard paints were rampant.


    Formaldehyde, benzene, ammonia - if manufacturers didn''t handle these properly, they could easily trigger blood diseases.


    Could it be that Little Lang''s illness actually started from endorsing the paint?


    Just as a motorcycle was passing by, Chen Men quickly stepped forward and snatched the pale little boy off the ground.


    If Lu Jingyu''s second daughter were to endorse the paint advertisement in this life, would Little Lang avoid getting sick?


    ...


    Meanwhile, at the Jindong Road Police Station.


    When Yan Zhao arrived, Yan Xishan was already in his office, surrounded by a group of police officers, chatting and smoking jovially.


    Despite the pile of cases and the need for inspections at variousrge factories in the surrounding area, without the leader assigning tasks, they were just smoking, drinking tea, chatting idly, and shooting the breeze.


    Yan Xishan''s Zhonghua cigarettes were the favorite among these police officers.


    "Oh, Captain Yan is here. This is our city''s big shot, Comrade Yan Xishan. I heard you''re from the same vige, you should know each other, right?" Deputy Captain Lv Liang stood up and offered Yan Zhao a cigarette as well.


    Yan Xishan, sitting on Yan Zhao''s desk, also smiled and said, "Let me put it this way, Yan Zhao and I have been brothers since we were kids, sharing the same pair of pants."


    "Really? That''s great, then I don''t need to introduce you further. Xishan, if you need any help in the future, just go directly to Captain Yan. He''ll be more effective than me," Lv Liang said with a double meaning.


    The Jindong Road Police Station was a peculiar ce. Local leaders were ineffective, and leaders transferred from other ces couldn''tst three days before leaving.


    Actually, ording to convention, after the previous captain of the inspection team left, Lv Liang, as the deputy captain, should have been promoted, especially since he had been in the deputy position for seven or eight years.


    But instead, Yan Zhao was parachuted in from above, and Lv Liang still had to remain as deputy. At the time, it nearly made him spit blood with anger.


    Coal bosses like Yan Xishan hadrge trucks under theirmand, transporting day and night, not slowing down when passing through viges, recklessly charging through, terrifying nearby residents. The coal mines operated around the clock with little protection, putting workers'' lives at constant risk. His illegal factory also polluted the surrounding environment. All of these issues should have resulted in fines and orders for rectification.


    Before Yan Zhao arrived, it was Lv Liang who gave them the green light, allowing them to make money hand over fist.


    Now that Yan Zhao was here, Lv Liang probably wouldn''t be able to make the money he used to.


    But as a leader, he still had to curry favor. Seeing that Yan Zhao didn''t smoke, he made him a cup of tea instead: "Leader, please have some tea..."


    Yan Zhao nced around: "I''ve never bought tea leaves. Is this your tea?"


    "Brother, I brought it for you. High mountain oolong from Taiwan, have a taste," Yan Xishan said proudly.


    "No thanks," Yan Zhao sat down and asked everyone, "Nothing to do, right?"


    The group looked at each otherzily and scattered.


    "Go out and do push-ups, two hundred each. If you still have free time after that, do horse stance for forty minutes each."


    In a flurry, the group of police officers suddenly became energetic and all scurried out.


    "Lv Liang, take the tea leaves with you too." Yan Zhao sat behind his desk and opened his work notebook: "Xishan, you go out first as well. Wait for me for a bit, we''ll handle the property transferter."


    Lv Liang took the tea leaves out and handed them to Yan Xishan, whispering, "Xishan, this ''Living King of Hell'' is extremely stubborn and is in cahoots with Chief Sun. He''s really hard to deal with. Do you have any confidence in bringing him down?"


    Yan Xishan gave him a knowing look: "Leave it to me."


    Lv Liang nced at the tall man with the stern face and red, "What''s the big deal? Bing a colonel at 28? I heard his father has connections in the capital. That promotion must have been pulled off through connections. If you ask me, no matter how strong his connections are, they won''t work here in our Jindong Road. Sooner orter, someone will get rid of him."


    Yan Xishan didn''t know if someone would get rid of Yan Zhao, but he knew his own wife had already been taken by Yan Zhao.


    His heart bleeding, he patted Lv Liang''s shoulder and said, "Hurry along now. Leave everything to me."


    Who could have known that Yan Xishan had cried half the night before?


    He vividly recalled the incident when he had hit Zhaodi.


    At the time, Qi Dongmei and Hu Xiaowei had joked together, saying that his "seed" must be weak since he couldn''t produce a son. He had been drunk, and when he got home, Zhaodi had clung to him, calling him "Papa." Irritated, he had kicked Zhaodi. He still remembered how the child, after being kicked, had cried and apologized to him. The child had done nothing wrong, yet kept kneeling on the ground, crying and saying sorry.


    If Chen Men hadn''t hit him over the head with a stick at that moment, he might have kicked the child again.


    He regretted it now. He deeply regretted it. He wanted to fight for custody of Zhaodi, feeling he had wronged his daughter.


    But Lv Liang had advised against it.


    Yan Zhao was the captain of the inspection team. Wasn''t it suicidal to go against him?


    Yan Xishan''s coal factory, coal mine ¨C Yan Zhao could easily find issues with any of them if he investigated.


    He was covered in lice, metaphorically speaking.


    But now he had two coal mines and connections within the police. As long as they could merge with other small coal pits, they would monopolize coal production in the entire Xiping City. And Shaanxi Province had thergest coal reserves in the country. They would eventually be fabulously wealthy in the entire Hua Country.


    So not only did he have to transfer the house ownership happily, but from now on, he had to drag Yan Zhao into the mud to make big money together.


    Today, Yan Xishan not only had to transfer the house but also corrupt Yan Zhao, all the way to the bottom.


    Doesn''t want tea or cigarettes?


    That was all just a fa?ade of false integrity. Yan Xishan had bribed so many officials, he was familiar with their true nature. The forthright ones epted bribes openly, while the cautious ones seemed to refuse but actually wanted more.


    So after the property transfer, when Yan Zhao went out to watch the inspection team boys do push-ups, Yan Xishan sneaked back upstairs. This time, he carried arge envelope containing exactly one thousand yuan, intending to ce it in Yan Zhao''s work notebook for him to find when he returned.


    However, when he opened the work notebook, which had a leather cover, he saw a small stic case on the title page. Inside were two portrait photos of Chen Men and Yan Zhao, with a red background. Their heads were close together, with Yan Zhao still sporting that donkey-like face that was unpleasant to look at.


    But Chen Men had her lips slightly pursed, gazing at the camera with a loving smile, looking exactly the same as she did at eighteen.


    Yan Xishan mmed the notebook shut and let out a long sigh: his teeth ached!


    Still, he prepared to put the thousand yuan inside. It could be used to buy Yan Zhao''s coffin ¨C wishing him an early death by getting hit by a car.


    Outside, Yan Zhao was walking and talking with Bureau Chief Sun Nutao as they came upstairs.


    "Yan Zhao, your rewards from the Old Mountain frontline havee through. Three second-ss merits, one third-ss merit, and three excellent performances. There''s a bonus of six thousand yuan. Here, take it. We dedicate our lives to serving the country, but the mothend doesn''t forget us. This is the reward you deserve. The army asked me to thank you on behalf of the country." Chief Sun said, patting the bright red envelope against Yan Zhao''s chest and saluting him.


    Yan Zhao took the envelope, looked at its contents, and asked as they walked, "Chief, I''ve been at the frontline for several years. Coming back, I see prices have risen a lot. I haven''t had time to look around. Isn''t your wife working at the furniture factory? Could you ask her how much a bed costs these days?"


    Wanting to buy a bed?


    Others might not know, but Chief Sun was well-informed, as his wife worked in a bed-manufacturing factory in the city.


    "Well, that depends on what kind you want. There''s the old-style wooden bed, the box bed with storage space, or the most popr Spring mattress beds."


    "What''s a Spring mattress?" Yan Zhao asked instinctively.


    It sounded nice.


    Chief Sun waved his hand, "Oh, it''s something else. An imported foreign novelty, costs four or five thousand yuan a piece. But they say it''s incrediblyfortable. My family''s been eating nothing but pickles and ricetely because she bought one of those Spring mattresses. It''s like the old saying: ''The oil-seller''s wife has her hair done up fancy, but we can barely afford to buy their oil.''"


    "Then I''ll buy a Spring mattress," Yan Zhao said.


    Yan Xishan pocketed his money again.


    For any situation, you don''t really understand until you''re faced with it.


    Just yesterday, Lv Liang had asked him for a bed, specifically requesting a Spring mattress, saying that thing moves by itself when you lie on it.


    What the hell kind of bed moves by itself? Just for that, Yan Xishan nned to send one to Lv Liang and buy one for himself too.


    But hearing that Yan Zhao wanted to buy a Spring mattress to share with Chen Men, his hair suddenly stood on end.


    Bribe him?


    Yan Xishan would rather give his money to a dog than to Yan Zhao in this lifetime.


    This money would be better used to corrupt the city bureau leaders. People like Yan Zhao deserved to be taken down; he would never wise up in this lifetime.


    Just then, Yan Zhao entered the office and saw Yan Xishan still there. He asked, "You haven''t left yet?"


    Yan Xishan''s face bloomed into a brilliant chrysanthemum of a smile.


    "Well, I should let you know, Zhaodi is my daughter now. That name was too ugly, so I changed it. From now on, she''ll be called Shengnan, Yan Shengnan."


    This time, Yan Xishan really couldn''t smile, not even if you killed him.


    To hell with Yan Zhao!

 Chapter 26

    Chen Men had spent all her money buying Capital Petrochemical stocks, and now she had only a little over 170 yuan left.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But today, she was determined to treat Little Wang''s craving. Holding Little Lang''s hand, she walked up to a small vendor and asked, "How much for a whole crate of your c?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The vendor smiled, "You''re looking to buy wholesale, eh? That requires a deposit, and it''s quite high."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "How much?" Chen Men inquired.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The c bottles were worth more than the c itself, and the vendor, fearing Chen Men might be trying to scam him for the bottles, tried to deter her with the deposit amount, saying, "Fifty yuan for a crate. You can''t afford it, forget about it."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A crate of c had 24 bottles, worth only ten yuan in total, yet he wanted a fifty-yuan deposit?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was clearly an attempt to swindle her. These small vendors weren''t as honest as they used to be years ago.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men immediately retorted, "Forget it then. The cpany charges you at most ten yuan for deposit. You''re being too greedy. I''ll just go to the corner store and get a box of Bingfeng instead. Their deposit is only three yuan."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Alright, ten yuan it is. But don''t you dare lose a single bottle. I''ll be passing by here the day after tomorrow, and you''d better return all the bottles," the vendor quickly conceded.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His drinks were expensive, and he couldn''t afford to lose business to Bingfeng at the moment.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men took out twenty yuan and was about to take the crate of c from the vendor when the crate suddenly moved on its own.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Hey, hey! How did this crate grow legs? It''s running away! The bottles will break!" the vendor cried out in panic.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It''s me, I''m carrying it," came a voice. It turned out that Little Wang had lifted the crate with his head.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If all those ss bottles had shattered, it would have been disastrous. The vendor, who had nearly died of fright, watched Little Wang run off at an incredible speed. He couldn''t help butugh. He then took two balloons from his cart and said with a smile, "Ma''am, your son may be small, but I can tell he''s destined for greatness. And he''s so filial too, look at him, not even letting you carry the crate. Here, here, let me give him two balloons."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang epted the balloons and held up three fingers. "Three," he demanded.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Young man, balloons cost money too. Even if you buy them, they''re two cents each. I can''t give you any more," the vendor exined.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I''ll bite you," Little Lang said, about to jump up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Alright, alright, I''ll give you one more," the vendor said, thinking the child wanted the balloon for his mother. He handed one to Chen Men. "I roam the streets every day and see lots of children, but rarely any as well-behaved as your two sons. See you tomorrow."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang didn''t really understand why Chen Men wanted to buy c. He guessed she might want to sell it, but that wasn''t his forte.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Of course, he ran home quickly, but when he reached the doorstep, why hadn''t Chen Men returned yet?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This child had never been attached to Zhou Xueqin, after all, she had too many friends and rarely came home.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But now that Chen Men wasn''t following him, why did he feel so anxious?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After waiting and worrying for a while, he finally saw Chen Men emerge from the market, holding Little Lang''s hand.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In her other hand, if he wasn''t mistaken, she was carrying eight chicken legs, each about the size of a small fist, tied together with straw. Hadn''t they just eaten KFC yesterday? Why was she buying so many chicken legs now? She couldn''t be nning to open a restaurant, could she?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He didn''t even realize that his concern for Chen Men had surpassed that for his own father.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Go, get away from our house, quick!" Suddenly, with a loud bang, Zhaodi came out of Qin Yu''s house, looking as if she had been pushed out.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhaodi seemed upset, but upon seeing her mother, she ran over with a smile. "Mama!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men bent down to kiss Zhaodi and asked, "What''s wrong?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Nothing, Mama. I don''t want to learn singing anymore," Zhaodi shook her head. "I don''t think singing is fun."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What are you talking about, auntie? Zhaodi just touched my mom''s piano. That''s the school''s piano, what if she damaged it? She even wanted to jump on my mom''s spring mattress... My mom hasn''t even charged her tuition, and she..." Ningning suddenly opened the door and poked her head out to say.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qin Yu rushed out and covered Ningning''s mouth. "Men, the child is just joking. It''s nothing. I let the child y the piano. Your Zhaodi has incredible talent, she ys so well."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Zhaodi wants to learn piano?" Chen Men was quite surprised.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I don''t want to learn," Zhaodi said, actually worried about her mother spending money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In her previous life, Ningning hadter be a pianist, ying at grand banquets in a white fringed evening gown, sitting on stage like an elegant white swan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhaodi had been a money-obsessed businesswoman, over-dieting with a face full of e. Watching Ningning on stage, she had leaned on Chen Men''s shoulder and sighed, "Mom, Yan Ning and I have known each other since we were little. We were pretty simr as kids, but now she''s a white swan, and I''m an ugly duckling."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Elegancees from artistic cultivation. Zhaodi, immersed in business, was surrounded by the stench of money. How could she have elegance?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ningning''s grace came from a privileged life and her mother''s careful nurturing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qin Yu turned Zhaodi''s little face towards her. "If you don''t want to learn, why did you secretly y auntie''s piano, and y so well?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhaodi still shook her head. "I don''t want to learn."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men blurted out, "Why not learn? If you y well, you should learn. Mom will pay for it."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qin Yu let go of Zhaodi and said with a smile, "We''re neighbors, and I know you don''t have money. Dawei wants to rent your house, but I have an idea. I teach sses outside, charging 5 yuan per lesson, 150 a month, over a thousand a year. You can''t afford that. How about this: I''ll teach Zhaodi piano, and you sell us all six of your unusedrge rooms. We''ll count each room as two thousand yuan. Since our houses will be demolished sooner orter, I''m not taking advantage of you. You''ll have money to support Zhaodi''s piano lessons. What do you think?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Her proposal seemed fair and considerate of Chen Men''s situation.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Chen Men immediately said, "I won''t sell the house. However, Qin Yu, I''ll rent you arge room for 5 yuan. If you want, I''ll rent you five rooms and make a separate entrance for you at the back. You can move things in and out without going through our house. How''s that?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When Yanguan Vige''s houses were demolished, this house could be exchanged for eight apartments. Chen Men would be crazy to sell it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qin Yu was taken aback. "If that''s the case, I''m afraid I won''t have time to teach her piano for free."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Others charge 5 yuan per lesson, so you charge Zhaodi 5 yuan too."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the future, Qin Yu''s lessons would increase from 5 yuan to 50, then to 200. Lv Erniu would be one of Qin Yu''s proteges. Chen Men could foresee this and was prepared for it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Children learning piano all need an electronic keyboard," Qin Yu added.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "An electronic keyboard is only about 40 yuan, right? I''ll buy it," Chen Men said decisively.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Knowing when to stop, Qin Yu smiled and said, "I''ll buy the keyboard. I promise I won''t overcharge you a penny."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A department store clerk''s monthly sry was only 40 yuan, so it was a considerable amount.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Mom, I won''t waste your money. I''ll study hard," Zhaodi sniffled. "Mom is so good to me."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But she wasn''t bad either. Today was her first time touching a piano, and Qin Yu had praised her, saying she yed better than Ningning.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    While Zhaodi was happy, Little Wang''s eyes were red with unshed tears, on the verge of crying.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Why was Zhaodi''s mom so good to her, while his mom went to care for other people''s children?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Carrying the chicken legs, Chen Men said, "Mom can be even better. Don''t you like KFC fried chicken? Today, I''ll fry you a whole basket of chicken, and we have c too. We''ll eat fried chicken with c, how about that?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So all this c was for them to drink?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Auntie, too much c will upset our stomachs. C can rot our intestines, we should only drink it asionally," Little Wang quickly said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men said seriously, "When I was little, I drank three bottles a day and nothing happened to me."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Only after they went inside did Little Wang realize Chen Men was lying. There wasn''t even c when she was little.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This woman actually dared to lie to him?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang carried the c, fuming. But as he fumed, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned upward because Chen Men had picked up a kitchen knife and with a swift "pa!" sound, she opened a bottle of c, which was now fizzing right under his nose.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Please enjoy Coca-C," she said, handing the balloon to Zhaodi.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Each of the three children had a bottle of c and a bright red balloon. The balloons all bore the same message: "Please enjoy Coca-C."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Meanwhile, Chen Men was replicating KFC''s fried chicken at home.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had made this in her previous life, but it was actually quite simple. First, marinate the chicken legs in cooking wine, white vinegar, and other seasonings, then coat them in a batter of egg, starch, and flour. The key was to use plenty of oil and patiently double-fry them. This would lock the moisture inside the chicken, making it tender when eaten.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Children all have baby teeth, so they can''t bite into meat that''s too tough. That''s why Chinese children, from a young age, be obsessed with this.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for Yan Zhao, after dismissing Yan Xishan, he looked through files until afternoon when the phone on his desk rang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "This is Yan Zhao."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Yan Zhao, it''s me. Are you and the two kids doing well? The Men I introduced to you is quite good, isn''t she? She''s good to the children, right?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Did you receive a bonus? I''m in a really tight spot financially and need some money..." It was actually Zhou Xueqin, but today there was no hysterical arguing; her voice sounded quite gentle.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao looked up at the envelope. The bonus had just arrived and hadn''t even warmed up in his hands. Sun Nutao couldn''t have gone around telling people, so how did Zhou Xueqin know?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "When we divorced, you took all of my military retirement money, a full 30,000 yuan," Yan Zhao''s eyes shed coldly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "But I urgently need some money now, 6,000 yuan. You must have it, right? Considering how naughty Little Wang and Little Lang were, and that I raised them too, help me out this once," Zhou Xueqin said again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao gripped the receiver, enunciating each word expressionlessly: "You can go ask Zhou Fulong, Wang Ding''an, or Chen Ping to borrow. They have more money than I do."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin on the phone suddenly went silent, because these men were all considered nouveau riche in Xiping City, and during the years when Yan Zhao was at the front lines, they all had very good rtionships with her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But her husband had returned, and those men had all seen Yan Zhao''s big name in the newspapers, so they no longer dared to associate with her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Don''t nder me," Zhou Xueqin was instantly enraged. "They were just friends. It''s not as dirty as you''re imagining."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Then who dislocated Little Wang''s arm, making the child wear a sling for three whole days? Who deliberately tricked Little Wang into drinking baijiu, nearly killing him with alcohol poisoning? And who lied to him, saying they''d give him one yuan for eachmb kebab, but in the end made the child eat until he vomited without giving him a single cent?" Yan Zhao pursued, but speaking extremely slowly: "Zhou Xueqin, tell me the names of those people."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    These questions made Zhou Xueqin''s hair stand on end. Actually, they were all just some of her friends who had too much to drink and were joking around, manhandling Little Wang without restraint when they were teasing him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had scolded them too and made them apologize to Little Wang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hadn''t Little Wang sworn up and down that he wouldn''t tell anyone about these things?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    How could he have told Yan Zhao everything?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She hung up the phone with a bang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lv Liang happened toe in and instinctively asked, "Boss, did someone report a crime?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Wrong number. Tonight we''ll do surprise inspections at every intersection, checking for speeding and overloaded trucks. I''ll leave this task to you," Yan Zhao patted Lv Liang''s shoulder. "I''m leaving work early."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lv Liang looked at the red envelope on the desk, full of envy: "Another bonus from the military, right? Those of us who haven''t been to the battlefield don''t get those."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You can just as well earn awards in police work. Do a good job with your current tasks, and next year the award will be yours," Yan Zhao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lv Liang smiled a bit. Surprise inspections were a good gig - just go out for a spin and you could ask the drivers for some money. A few hundred yuan at least. Who knows how long he''d have to wait to win an award.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Turning around, Lv Liang left, and Chief Sun came in: "You''re a new groom today, right? Hurry home early."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "We don''t even have a bed yet, so it doesn''t count as a new marriage," Yan Zhao said. "I still need to go set up checkpoints tonight."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Aren''t you not going?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I''ll be watching from the shadows," Yan Zhao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Sun Nutao immediately realized this was Yan Zhao''s long-term strategy.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At the Yanguan Branch Bureau, even though the two of them were leaders, they really didn''t know who was friend or foe, or who had already been corrupted by those nouveau riche. They were fighting a lone battle.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They had to be careful every step of the way, otherwise it would mean being crushed to dust.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Remember to go buy a bed tomorrow. I''ve already talked to your sister-inw, she''ll be waiting for you at the department store," Sun Nutao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After Yan Zhao left, he first rushed to withdraw the money from the post office before it closed, then saw that it was already closing time, but surprisingly the department store was still open, so he went in and looked around.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The department store now had several floors with a wide variety of goods - dazzling and overwhelming, just too crowded with people.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, wherever Yan Zhao walked, people would spontaneously move out of the way.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    On the fourth floor, he saw a spring mattress for the first time in his life. He looked at each bed for a long time before finally heading home.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    By the time he got home, the children had already eaten a round of fried chicken.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Though delicious, it was greasy. Zhaodi and Little Lang each gnawed on one piece before resolutely refusing to touch any more. But there were still six big pieces left, with skin so crispy it fell off, and juicy when you bit into it. But the two of them wouldn''t eat it, and Chen Men wouldn''t eat it either. What a waste.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing his fathere in, Little Wang ran over: "Dad, quick,e here. Today we have... fried chicken that she made."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It''s so delicious.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was in the bedroom taking off Little Lang''s pants, measuring his little bottom.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Oh right, she had also seen Yan Zhao''s underwear hanging in the corner.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Boxers, washed very clean, but crooked with many patches sewn on.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The butt wasn''t worn through, but the crotch area had been worn to fuzz, with traces ofrge needle stitches that looked like two ferocious grasshoppers.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If you took these out, probably even the most unkempt Old Man Yan in the vige would think they were too tattered.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Both father and son urgently needed underwear.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Smiling as she came out of the bedroom, she nearly bumped into Yan Zhao who was walking towards her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Do you like spring mattresses?" Yan Zhao asked right away.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Spring mattresses?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was stunned for a moment. This term would disappear in the future, but right now spring mattresses were a novel thing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    How did Yan Zhao know about spring mattresses?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After all, Yan Zhao rarely came home, and when he was home he hardly spoke. Zhaodi also came over, tilting her head up curiously.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Or do you prefer solid wood beds, or box beds? Whichever you like, that''s what we''ll buy," Yan Zhao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang and Zhaodi watched Chen Men intently, wanting to hear her choice.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Meanwhile, Little Wang was still troubled by why no one would eat such fragrant fried chicken.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Originally, because food was so precious, he wanted to save it for his little brother and father to eat. But now that others disdained it and were unwilling to eat, perfect - he would eat it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    One bite of fried chicken, one sip of c.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He ate.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang used to only be able to taste the deliciousness when he ate alone in hiding, but now as he ate angrily in front of everyone, it tasted even better.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And he himself waspletely unaware that this was the first time he could taste the deliciousness of food without having to hide.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Spring mattresses must be very expensive, right?" Chen Men had to consider carefully.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It''s actually just a soft bed. The reason it''s popr is because ordinary people had never seen such a thing before, and it''s soft andfortable to sleep on.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A reborn wealthydy couldn''t sleep well on a hard kang bed every day either. Chen Men asionally wanted to mix things up by sleeping on a bed, but she needed to know how much a spring mattress cost. If it was too expensive, she definitely wouldn''t buy it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Four or five thousand, I suppose. I happen to have 6,000 yuan here. You keep it first, and we''ll go buy a bed tomorrow," Yan Zhao said as he handed over the envelope.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It had already been withdrawn as cash, 6,000 yuan in a thick stack.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Four or five thousand for one bed? That''s robbery! Chen Men''s heart was roaring. The prices in this era had a blood feud with her. It was so difficult just to sleep on a soft bed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She was about to refuse when Qin Yu knocked twice on the door and came straight into the courtyard: "Oh right, Men, didn''t you want to transfer the two kids to a different school? The principal gave his word, there happen to be two spots avable, but the price is extremely high."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men hadn''t yet told Yan Zhao about wanting to transfer the children''s schools.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He and Lu Jingyu were two extremes. Lu Jingyu put education above everything else, willing to do anything to educate children well. Though he was a scumbag, he was a scumbag with foresight and grand aspirations.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for Yan Zhao and his two sons, it could only be said that he was content just to let them live.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, he was a rigid and conservative person who handled things by the book.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Let alone not having money, even if he did have money, Chen Men feared he wouldn''t do something like using money to buy school enrollment.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So she had nned to discuss this matter with Qin Yu herself, without telling Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You should go back first, we''ll discuss it another day," Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qin Yu had actually deliberately chosen a time when Yan Zhao was home toe over.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When Chen Men was married to Yan Xishan, they often argued about money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Every time Chen Men spent a penny, Yan Xishan would try to control everything. It wasn''t because he didn''t have money or was stingy, but rather the unpleasant attitude of a nouveau riche. Although he had money, he hadn''t received enough respect and attention from others outside.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was always looked down upon.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Whenever his wife asked him for money, it was an opportunity for him to show off that he had money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He would seize the chance to interrogate her and talk about how hard he worked to earn money outside, seeking a kind of selffort from his wife.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When Yan Zhao came, Qin Yu didn''t yet understand what kind of person he was. Actually, she wanted to test him for Chen Men, to see what Yan Zhao was like.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If Yan Zhao was also petty like Yan Xishan, Qin Yu thought Chen Men should just transfer Zhaodi alone and not bother running to school for someone else''s son.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After all, the transfer fee was indeed very expensive.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Are you Yan Dawei''s wife?" Yan Zhao thought for a moment and said, "It''s Dongfang School, right? How much is the enrollment fee?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Hello, Captain Yan." Qin Yu smiled and extended her hand to shake Yan Zhao''s, but he showed no intention of shaking it, so she just brushed her hair instead. "To be honest, our Dongfang School provides good education with low tuition fees. We even have a cafeteria for lunch. All the kids in the city want to transfer to our school, but we don''t usually ept ordinary children. I heard the principal only agreed because it''s your family''s children. It''s 2,600 per child, and I haven''t overcharged a penny."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Two thousand six hundred?" Chen Men eximed instinctively, but then closed her mouth, realizing times had changed and transferring schools now cost this much.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao didn''t hesitate at all: "Enroll them, I''ll pay."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qin Yu was stunned for a moment.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao immediately took the envelope, counted out 5,200, and handed it to Qin Yu: "Thank you, you''ve gone to a lot of trouble."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Not knowing where Yan Zhao got the money from, Qin Yu couldn''t help but say, "Just based on your attitude as a couple, I won''tment on other aspects, but I''m sure your children will be well-educated."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Regardless of whether a person is rich or poor, if they''re willing to invest in their children''s education, the future won''t be too bad.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Qin Yu, you can rent my house, but the person standing next to me is the captain of our detective squad. You can''t engage in any illegal activities," Chen Men felt she had to warn her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qin Yu waved her hand: "Men, I''m leaving now. Tomorrow I''ll have Dawei pay you the rent. Don''t worry, we''re renting the house of the detective squad captain, we certainly won''t do anything illegal. Let''s have a pleasant cooperation."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She hadn''t realized before that Men was actually a woman with a soft exterior but a strong character, with a particrly good personality.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    While she had previously only seen Men as a neighbor, now Qin Yu sincerely felt that Men was a woman worthy of her respect.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao was actually quite nervous inside. The refrigerator was bought by Chen Men, and she had also paid for the cement and sand. In the few days he had been here, he hadn''t contributed to the cost of rice, flour, or oil.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He didn''t know what Chen Men''s personality was like, but women all wanted what others had.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The house was already upied by Yan Xishan, so it was impossible not to buy a bed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But after paying for the two children''s school transfers, he couldn''t afford a spring mattress for now.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, he felt Chen Men should understand. She seemed much easier to talk to than Zhou Xueqin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He thought if he exined, she should understand.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But just then, Zhaodi timidly called out, "Daddy."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    That call was crisp, sweet, and natural.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Daddy, are we going to buy a spring mattress now? Like the one in Ningning''s house? She jumped on it and showed me, it was like dancing in the sky," Zhaodi''s voice was soft, filled with suppressed excitement.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang pointed at next door and tattled, "Ningning jump, sister watch, not let me watch."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When Ningning was jumping on the spring mattress, Zhaodi at least had the privilege to take a look, but Little Lang didn''t even have that privilege.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "We''re not buying..." Before Chen Men could finish her sentence, Yan Zhao immediately interrupted her: "We''ll buy it, tomorrow."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men thought to herself, we''re done for. A spring mattress costs four or five thousand, and she only had 800 yuan in hand.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Were they going to put on ck stockings as a family and go rob a department store?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Daddy, daddy. I have a good daddy, who cooks with a ng ng ng, who washes clothes with a swish swish swish..." Zhaodi jumped up and pped her hands, singing and dancing from one end of the courtyard to the other.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang also sang along: "I have a good daddy, that daddy doesn''t scold people..."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    These naughty kids had directlyposed a song about their daddy.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao turned back and said to Chen Men: "It''s the first time the child has called me daddy. We can''t disappoint her."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 27

    That evening, after everyone had finished bathing, Yan Zhao was about to go out. Before leaving, he asked Chen Men for a hundred-yuan note.


    Since the man had given her all his money, it was perfectly normal for him to want some pocket money now. She had to be generous and encourage him to maintain this good habit.


    Afraid he might have trouble spending it, Chen Men was about to count out a stack of ten-yuan notes from her purse.


    "I need a hundred-yuan note," said Yan Zhao.


    So Chen Men gave Yan Zhao a hundred-yuan bill. He took out a pen from his pocket, wrote something on it, and then put it away, saying, "You all sleep on your own tonight, don''t wait up for me. I''ll probably be back early tomorrow morning."


    "Is Daddy going out drinking?" Zhaodi, already sitting on the kang bed, asked with a precocious air. "Don''t get drunk, okay? We''re supposed to buy a spring mattress tomorrow."


    Yan Zhao patiently exined, "I''m going to work. I''ll be back in the morning."


    "The new daddy is so nice, going out to work and earn money evente at night," Zhaodi said, waving her hand. "Little Lang, if Daddy''s noting back, shall we sleep together?"


    "No way. Dad, if you don''te back, I''ll scare myself to death all alone," Little Wang said angrily. After all, his mom often didn''te home at night either, iming she was working overtime, but actually she was often dancing at karaoke bars or ying mahjong.


    Seeing his father change into casual clothes, he became even more convinced that his dad was up to no good.


    After Yan Zhao had left, Chen Men picked up the new household registry book. She frowned and felt a bit angry, inwardly ming Yan Zhao for not consulting her before choosing a name. After a moment of sullen silence, she asked Zhaodi, "Your new dad has given you a new name, but I don''t think you''ll like it. Do you want to see for yourself?"


    Little Wang''s curiosity was piqued too. He snatched the registry book, saying, "I''ll look, I can read."


    "What is it?" Zhaodi asked nervously, looking at Little Wang. But Little Wang stared at it for a long time, only recognizing the character for "male," and stammered without being able to say it out loud.


    "Shengnan. Yan Shengnan. Zhaodi, what do you think? If you don''t like this name, Mommy can change it for you."


    Chen Men herself didn''t like this name. In her previous life, she hadter changed Zhaodi''s surname, and Zhaodi herself had chosen this name - Shengnan. The name suited her well, as the girl had surpassed men in the business world and never admitted defeat.


    But while Chen Men didn''t like it, Zhaodi did.


    The child cried out, "Mommy, this is exactly the name I wanted!"


    Lying down on the kang bed, Zhaodi said with relish, "I will surpass all the boys, including you two."


    "How about this, Mom will give you a nickname, okay? This formal name doesn''t sound good, I don''t like saying it," Chen Men tried again. "Mom will give you a nickname we can use every day."


    "Call her Yuanyuan," Little Lang blurted out.


    Zhaodi immediately said, "I like it, I like it!"


    Chen Men''s suggestions of Xuanxuan and Qiqi were ignored by the children.


    "Why Yuanyuan?" Chen Men asked Little Lang.


    Little Lang cupped his own face with both hands. "Because sister''s face is round and cute."


    "Yuanyuan, I''m going to bed now. Goodnight," said Little Wang, who tended to feel lonelier in lively ces. With that, he slipped off the kang and ran off.


    Well, from now on Zhaodi would be called Yuanyuan. It was her own choice, so Chen Men had no say in the matter.


    This was the first time she had seen Little Lang and Little Wang''s full names on the same household registry, with her listed as the head of household. Little Lang and Little Wang were noted as stepchildren, with her rtionship listed as stepmother.


    Yan Zhao had done well on this point. After all, if the house were to be demolished in the future, stepchildren would have no inheritance rights.


    "Yan Wangye, who''s this? Yan Minng - what a nice name," Chen Men said loudly on purpose, holding the registry book.


    Little Wang hadn''t even turned on the light. When he was scared, he always liked to eat something. He had hidden a chicken leg and a bottle of c for himself, nning to use these two items to get through the night.


    It was just like when Zhou Xueqin used to take him out dancing, and those men would deliberately lock him in a dark private room, giving him only a piece of bubble gum to pass the time.


    But hearing the words "Yan Wangye," Little Wang couldn''t stand it. He jumped over and said, "The police station wrote it wrong! I''m not called Yan Wangye, I''m called Yan Wangqi!"


    Chen Men had always been good-tempered, which had spoiled this little guy into not being afraid of her. She grabbed his wrist and said, "You should call me Mom too, because now you''re on my household registry."


    The little guy definitely wouldn''t open his mouth.


    "If you don''t want to say it, thene up here and sleep," Chen Men said.


    Little Wang obediently climbed onto the kang, sleeping far away from the others, his hands crossed over his chest, not making a sound.


    The bonds from Capital Petrochemical wouldn''t be redeemable for at least another half month. With only 800 yuan in hand, how were they going to buy that spring mattress tomorrow?


    Finding a chicken leg and a small bottle of c from next door, she put them in the refrigerator. Chen Men heard footsteps outside and faint voices saying, "They''re checking vehicles up ahead. Let''s hide at the coal yard first."


    Nowadays, coal trucks were all severely overloaded. Due to high sales volume, they had to transport frequently. Once overloaded, the coal trucks couldn''t brake properly. To make more trips, the drivers simply never used their brakes.


    Yanguan Vige wasn''t on the main road into the city, which was fortunate. In viges along those main roads, people''s lives depended entirely on luck.


    For instance, children who ran onto the road to pick up a ball would often be hit and sent flying by trucks. There were countless such cases.


    Especially at night, no truck would slow down. If they hit and killed someone and were caught, they''d have to paypensation.


    If no one saw it happen, the person died for nothing.


    The son of Teacher Huang had been hit and killed by a truck on his way home from evening self-study. To this day, the culprit hadn''t been found.


    This behavior needed to be stopped through checkpoints, strict inspections of coal bosses, and heavy fines to make them behave.


    But the police would leak information before setting up checkpoints. The coal yard bosses would then notify the overloaded truck drivers to lock up their vehicles and hide in nearby coal yards until the police left before driving again.


    Yan Xishan''s drivers, whenever the police came to inspect, would hide in the coal yard opposite their home.


    These people were also a major nuisance for the vige. Coming and going, they''d steal things from people''s homes, and everyone just had to ept their losses.


    Chen Men propped two more wooden sticks against the door before daring to go back to sleep.


    At that moment, Yan Zhao was standing in front of a row ofrge trucks at the first intersection into the city.


    A few policemen walked over,ughing and chatting. One of them said, "Late at night like this, the leaders must all be out drinking, leaving us here to check vehicles and get eaten by mosquitoes?"


    "What''s there to check? As soon as they hear about vehicle inspections, those truck drivers have already run off."


    "We actually caught one... You, are you the driver? This truck is overloaded. Driver''s license, vehicle registration, whichpany are you from?" A police officer asked routinely.


    Yan Zhao directly took out a hundred-yuan note and handed it over, saying, "Can you do me a favor?"


    It was too dark, there were no street lights here, only shlights. The officer couldn''t see Yan Zhao''s face clearly, and of course, he couldn''t be bothered to look closely at these truck drivers. He took the money and said, "Alright, you can go."


    "Take care, officer," Yan Zhao said in a deep voice.


    The officer walked a few steps, then turned back and said, "Wait another two hours before you leave. In a while, our deputy station chief and leaders from the branch bureau might set up another checkpoint further down the road. Take a detour."


    These were police officers from the Yanguan Police Station. Yan Zhao knew all of them from the files, but they didn''t recognize him.


    Him saying this proved that Lv Liang, Yan Bin, and the others not only weren''t personally setting up checkpoints, but weren''t even on duty tonight.


    "Thank you," Yan Zhao said again.


    "A hundred-yuan note, these truck drivers really make money. They can afford to hand out hundred-yuan bills," another police officer eximed, shining his shlight on the olive-green banknote.


    "That''s nothing. Several police officers in our squad have spring mattresses at home, all given by coal bosses. They easily make three to five thousand in one night."


    "Let''s go, let''s go. My monthly sry is only three hundred yuan. Hearing too much about this makes me angry and my liver hurt."


    "By the way, where are the leaders drinking?"


    "Must be Dream Paris, in a big private room."


    "Let''s go to Dream Paris too, let''s splurge a bit tonight."


    "The leaders are definitely going to hire prostitutes. We can''t afford prostitutes, but we can have a drink at least."


    As they chatted, they didn''t notice two eyes, cold as steel, in the darkness. Yan Zhao followed closely behind them.


    Chen Men woke up to the sound of crowing roosters and barking dogs. Her daughter was no longer on the kang. As soon as she opened her eyes, her daughter said with a mouthful of toothpaste, "Mommy, I''ve already asked Teacher Qin for leave. I also told Ningning that our family is going to have a spring mattress too."


    The children were so anxious they couldn''t wait to finish breakfast, while Yan Zhao didn''t return until almost ten o''clock.


    After taking two bus trips, they headed straight to the department store.


    They still needed two pairs of ck stockings, otherwise Chen Men definitely wouldn''t be able to buy a spring mattress today.


    Sun Nutao''s wife was called Zou Jie. She used to work at the wool textile factory, but now she was the sales manager at the local Ximei Mattress Factory. She only came to the store today because Yan Zhao wasing; otherwise, she would have been working at the factory.


    In this era, spring mattresses were considered holy grails in people''s minds.


    Buying one was like buying a house for your future wedding - even more important than buying a house for your future wedding.


    However, Zou Jie didn''t sell the most famous Phoenix Brand mattresses, but rather the local Ximei Brand. This brand was harder to sell, as the price was the same but her brand wasn''t as well-known.


    So her husband had essentially brought her a big business deal.


    She watched from afar for a while, then reached out her hand: "Men, it''s actually you?"


    "Sister Zou."


    "How did you and Yan Zhao end up together?" Zou Jie looked at Yan Zhao, then at Chen Men, wanting to say something but swallowing her words.


    Chen Men keenly sensed that Zou Jie was holding back, that she must have something she wanted to say.


    "You two know each other?" Yan Zhao also asked.


    Zou Jie used to be a leader at the wool textile factory, while Chen Men, after graduating from the Adult Continuing Education School, had cut fabric scraps for a few days at the wool textile factory due to Zhou Xueqin''s introduction.


    Later, with the reform and opening up, the state-owned wool textile factory had no business, so she went back home.


    After that, Zhou Xueqin''s father introduced her to Yan Xishan, and she got married.


    "Yes, we know each other, we worked at the same ce," Zou Jie said with a smile.


    Looking up at Yan Zhao, in his military uniform, with a crew cut close to his scalp, eyes like a falcon''s, full of vigor, but his skin was dark, too dark.


    After all, he was a soldier, exuding an intimidating aura.


    Zou Jie looked up at him, suddenly sighing: "Yan Zhao, you should spruce yourself up a bit. Our Men likes men with fairer skin, more handsome, more easy-going."


    Yan Zhao''s face remained expressionless, but Chen Men detected something different in Zou Jie''s gaze.


    She linked arms with Zou Jie: "Sister Zou, who told you I like men with fair skin and handsome looks?"


    Zou Jie and Chen Men had only met briefly before. After all, she was a leader in charge of political work and propaganda at the wool textile factory at the time, while Chen Men was just a small temporary worker. Apart from talking once during the political review, they had never spoken again.


    But since they knew each other and had worked at the same ce, they could be considered acquaintances.


    Zou Jie intended to treat her as such.


    She pulled Chen Men aside and said in a low voice: "Keep your voice down. Back then, didn''t we ask Secretary Zhou to get your photo, to introduce you to a soldier boy? Didn''t you refuse, saying they were too dark, too fierce and ugly, insisting on finding a handsome, likable man with a gentle personality? Your first marriage didn''t go well and ended in divorce, right? Yan Zhao was originally a soldier, not the type of man you like, but you''re both on your second marriage, so neither of you should be picky, understand?"


    "What do you mean you once tried to introduce me to a soldier?"


    "At that time, the wool textile factory was doing joint activities with the army, and I had sent your photo to the army. That soldier even said he wanted toe see you, but then Zhou Xueqin said you didn''t like fierce and dark soldiers, that you wanted to find someone with fair skin, preferably like Tang Guoqiang from ''Tonight the Stars Shine Bright'', like a pretty boy. I was afraid it would cause a misunderstanding, so I even sent a special telegram to the army to exin the situation," Zou Jie added.


    The implication was that seven or eight years ago, her photo had actually been sent to the army.


    So had Yan Zhao seen her photo early on, and also thought she liked fair-skinned, handsome men?


    Heaven knows the truth.


    At that time, Zhou Xueqin''s father had indeed asked for Chen Men''s photo, saying he wanted to introduce her to a soldier boy, but when they met, it turned out to be Yan Xishan.


    After meeting Yan Zhao, she always felt this man was neither warm nor cold, and he seemed quite familiar with her.


    Could it be that the wool textile factory had wanted to introduce her to soldier boys like Yan Zhao, but Zhou Xueqin refused on her behalf, and then introduced her to andlord''s son instead?


    Was Yan Zhao always so cold because he had seen her photo before, but thought she liked pretty boys and didn''t like soldiers?


    That dog of a man.


    Of course, this was just Chen Men''s guess.


    Whether Yan Zhao had seen her photo and knew about her, probably only the tight-lipped Yan Zhao himself knew.


    Chen Men and Yan Zhao were looking at beds, while Yan Xishan, clutching his small crocodile leather bag, was also strolling around the department store.


    At this time, Yan Zhao led the children to a corner, and then the children eximed simultaneously: "Dad, is this the bed?"


    "This isn''t a spring mattress," Little Wang''s voice was filled with disappointment.


    Yuanyuan (renamed from here) was more obedient: "I think it''s quite good, let''s get this one."


    Little Lang directly burst into tears: "Dad lied."


    Not only heartbroken but also disappointed, the child started crying.


    Chen Men ran over to look and didn''t know whether tough or cry.


    In the corner was a small wire bed, one meter wide, sitting there covered in dust.


    But even such a wire bed now cost 600 yuan.


    After all, it was an era when steel was scarce.


    When Yan Zhao promised Zhaodi to buy a bed, this was probably what he had in mind.


    The children were just like her future self when online shopping - expecting something amazing from the pictures, but finding it''s nothing special in reality.


    But at least it had springs, and you could bounce on it.


    All the children were actually terribly disappointed, yet Yan Zhao still said: "This can bounce just like a spring mattress, who wants to try it?"


    Yuanyuan shook Yan Zhao saying: "Forget it, Dad, let''s not buy a spring mattress, we don''t like spring mattresses."


    Little Lang bit his lip tightly, sniffling.


    Little Wang said: "Come on, little Yuanyuan, this morning you were still bragging to Ningning, saying our family would soon have a spring mattress."


    Yan Xishan, either coincidentally stumbling upon the scene or deliberatelying to watch the drama, slowly sat down on a spring mattress, gently bouncing himself on the bed''s springs.


    Looking at his daughter from afar, he had a half-smile: "Zhaodi,e here to Dad, try Dad''s new spring mattress."


    Yuanyuan stood beside her new dad, looking at her old dad''s spring mattress, pressing her lips tightly together, not saying a word.


    Chen Men wasn''t a wise woman.


    Otherwise, she wouldn''t have had such a difficult life in her past life.


    And she still wasn''t now.


    But her daughter loved spring mattresses so much. Of course, a child''s world is only so big.


    When Ningning was bouncing and jumping freely on the bed, she watched from the ground. Little Lang was locked outside, not even having the chance to see. That spring mattress, to a little girl, was all of her desire.


    Perhaps it was because women are naturally weak, but be strong when they be mothers.


    Also, in her past life, she had disappointed her daughter too many times, made her suffer too many times.


    She didn''t want her daughter to be disappointed anymore.


    In that instant, Chen Men suddenly thought of a way.


    This method could both help her get a spring mattress that cost five thousand yuan,


    And let that dog of a man Yan Zhao know that it wasn''t because she liked fair-skinned men that she had rejected those soldier boys back then.


    Being misunderstood - uncle can bear it, but auntie cannot!

 Chapter 28

    Chen Men, having thought of an idea, asked Zou Jie, "Sister Zou, how''s the woolen mill doing these days?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Mentioning the woolen mill stirred up a pot of resentment in Zou Jie. She nced at Yan Zhao, her wordsden with hidden meaning: "How could it be? In this era of reform and opening up, people like us have been pushed out. The factory has been ruined by certain individuals."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    By "certain individuals," Zou Jie didn''t dare name names directly, but everyone knew she meant Yan Zhao''s father-inw Zhou Renyi and mother-inw Wu Lianlian.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Senior had been severely persecuted during the Cultural Revolution, leaving him mentally impaired. But after rehabilitation, the government appointed him as the party secretary of the woolen mill.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was the dawn of economic reforms, and factories faced stiffpetition from private enterprises. Handmade textiles were the first to feel the impact.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The factory was mandated by the state to reform, and it needed a helmsman.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Senior''s mind was damaged, leaving him in a daze. His wife, though unemployed, was sharp as a tack. Upon hearing about the reforms, she began visiting workshop supervisors daily, bearing gifts of milk powder and canned goods. She yed on their sympathies, using her husband''s status to garner support for him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Thus, Zhou Senior gained power, while capable workers like Zou Jie were pushed out of the woolen mill.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, Zhou Senior''s leadership didn''t bring prosperity. His vision was limited and hecked strategic thinking. Under his wife''s direction, he sent their son south with arge shipment of fabric from the factory, hoping to make a fortune. But upon reaching the south, they discovered the local fabric was much cheaper. To make matters worse, Zhou Junior, being rather dim-witted, and hispanions carelessly set fire to several train cars full of fabric while smoking.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A woolen mill employing hundreds was run into the ground by Zhou Senior''s family in one fell swoop.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Junior, heavily in debt to the factory, went into hiding. The government, taking pity on Zhou Senior''s condition, didn''t prosecute him and simply sent him home.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You''re doing great now, aren''t you? Manager of the Simmons mattress factory. Now you can really show what you''re capable of," Chen Men said with a smile.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zou Jie gave a bitterugh. "If only. It sounds impressive, but while others feast, we take the beatings. You don''t know the situation in the mattress industry. These days, it''s all about brand names. A bed costs five or six thousand yuan. Those who can''t afford it buy springs and make their own beds. The wealthy only recognize brands. Simmons sells well, but that''s the Phoenix brand advertised on national TV, not our Ximei brand."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I have a good idea. It''s free advertising that could make our mattresses outsell the Phoenix brand. But if it really works, I want you to give me a Simmons mattress," Chen Men had been waiting for this opening.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zou Jie burst outughing. "Men, I used to think you were naive, but now I see you''re quite cheeky. Tell me, what do you mean by free advertising? Can you get us on TV for free?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Nowadays, people only buy brand names. What makes a brand? It''s the ones advertised on TV.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But TV advertising costs money, which local factories can''t afford.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Local advertising, live demonstrations, more effective than national TV," Chen Men began.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Once she had Zou Jie''s attention, she continued: "A Simmons is just a spring mattress, nothing high-tech about it. The main thing is that the springs are sturdy enough to withstand regr use. Everyone knows that homemade spring beds fall apart in no time, so they prefer to buy more durable ones. Have you ever thought about bringing an unwrapped bed from the factory and letting people try to break it in front of the department store? If our springs can''t be damaged, wouldn''t that prove our mattresses are good?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The Ximei factory''s mattresses weren''t afraid of being put to the test. After all, being a state-owned enterprise, their springs were as sturdy as the workers'' stubborn minds.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But would smashing mattresses really sell them?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If Zou Jie wasn''t in charge of sales, she wouldn''t bother with this. But now was the time when all sorts of products were flooding the market.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Xifeng Liquor ran an ad on national TV and sales skyrocketed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chrysanthemum Electric Fans'' "Cool World" ad was also a hit.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So nowadays, factories were generally open to advertising. It''s just that others advertised on TV, while they would be smashing beds. Would that work?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Also, like Chrysanthemum Fans'' "Cool World," they had catchy slogans. Ximei didn''t have one.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men guessed Zou Jie''s thoughts at a nce: "Let''s add a slogan too. How about ''Ximei mattresses, unbreakable under a thousand hammers''? Better yet, get some women to shout it while people are trying to break the bed. I guarantee it''ll be more effective than national TV."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In fact, all of this was experience and wisdom Chen Men had umted from watching countless ads in her previous life.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Some foreign mattresspanies even used trucks to run over their springs to prove their durability. Don''t underestimate advertising; it works wonders. If you crush a mattress with a truck in front of everyone and the springs bounce back, people will immediately reach for their wallets.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zou Jie had already taken the bait and couldn''t back out now, but she still wanted to set a bar for Chen Men. After all, even though she was a minor leader, giving away a bed would require approval from the factory director, party secretary, and other top brass.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "We''ll give it a try someday. If we can sell ten beds in one day, I''ll give you one."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Then you''d better choose a weekend. Department stores are busier on weekends," Chen Men said naturally, but with a double meaning: "And don''t go back on your word. Like the leaders at our woolen mill who said they''d introduce me to a soldier for a match. I even went to a photo studio specially to take a picture, but when I met him, he turned out to be from andlord family."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As she spoke, she watched Yan Zhao and Yan Xishan''s reactions.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan was ying with Yuanyuan and didn''t hear her words, oblivious to the conversation. Yan Zhao furrowed his brow slightly, his gaze shifting towards Zou Jie.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When Zhou Senior was in charge, he brought many rtives into the factory, Chen Men being one of them. But her photo was selected by Zou Jie, and it was part of a matchmaking arrangement where soldiers would send photos of female factory workers. If they seemedpatible, they''d be matched. Zou Jie couldn''t remember who exactly Men''s photo was sent to.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, when Zhou Xueqin heard about this, she was furious, saying Chen Men didn''t like soldiers. She urgently sent a telegram to withdraw the file.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao was the regimentalmander, and the telegram was sent to him. This was also why she specifically told Chen Men not to mind appearances.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The soldier''s wife didn''t work out, but Yan Zhao knew about Men''s file being withdrawn. Given her beauty, he surely remembered her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So now, the person she should be persuading wasn''t Men, but Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "By the way, Yan Zhao, when I sent photos to your unit, Men''s was among them. Do you remember who I sent hers to? This has been such a big misunderstanding. Our Men apparently knew nothing about this from start to finish."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men thought to herself, sure enough, Yan Zhao had known about her all along.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    No wonder the dog of a man was so lukewarm towards her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But who exactly was Zou Jie trying to set her up with back then?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Faced with both women''s scrutiny, Yan Zhao coldly replied, "I forgot."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    What did he mean, he forgot?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The military-civilian matchmaking event involved the marriages of over thirty soldiers. It was such an important matter that he had personally overseen. How could he have forgotten everything?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It must have been someone from your regiment. What a shame, Men could have had a good marriage," Zou Jie sighed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao changed the subject back to what the children were most interested in - the Simmons mattresses. "Men''s idea for selling beds sounds quite good to me. Sister Zou, you should give it some serious thought."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Of course, the matter ended there.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After all, Chen Men only wanted Yan Zhao to know that she wasn''t someone who judged people by appearances.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for who Zou Jie had actually tried to set her up with, it no longer mattered.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The most important thing now was the Simmons mattress. She couldn''t let it go: "Sister Zou, if the advertising works and we sell ten Ximei mattresses in a day, you must give me one."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Alright, I''ll request approval from the leadership when the timees. I''ll give you one, provided we can actually sell them," Zou Jie said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Selling ten beds in a day equated to 50,000 yuan in sales.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even after giving the department store their 30% cut, the remaining money would be enough for the Ximei Furniture Factory to pay nearly three years of overdue wages to its workers.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This kind of dream was too good for Zou Jie to even imagine in her sleep, let alone while wide awake.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She''d treat it as a joke for now.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just then, someone suddenlyughed: "Sister, don''t bother listening to Chen Men''s nonsense. She''s never even been to school. Why are you paying attention to her ramblings?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was Yan Xishan, still sitting on his Phoenix Simmons mattress, swaying back and forth. He must have found Chen Men''s words amusing and decided to join the conversation.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You look just like Fei Xiang. You wouldn''t happen to be that famous nouveau riche in our city..." He was quite the local celebrity.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It''s me, I''m Yan Xishan," Yan Xishan said with a smile.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In fact, Yan Xishan also knew Zou Jie, after all, she was the new bureau chief''s wife, and he had done his homework long ago.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If you can''t establish a rtionship with the bureau chief, but you can connect with the bureau chief''s wife, it''s equivalent to having a rtionship with the bureau chief.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So Yan Xishan now wanted to get acquainted with the bureau chief''s wife by belittling Men.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yan Zhao interrupted him: "Xishan, are you free today?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan acted as if he had just noticed Yan Zhao: "Captain Yan, I am indeed a bit free, came to buy a bed. What, are you also buying a Simmons mattress, for my Zhaodi?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He had seen everything, how Yan Zhao''s Simmons mattress had turned into a 600-yuan small wire bed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men, for the sake of a Simmons mattress, actually boasted and spouted nonsense, bragging here, fantasizing about selling ten in one day.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was merciful, he didn''tugh.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But he couldn''t help feeling sorry for his ex-wife, ending up with such a poor man, living such a miserable life.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "If you''re free,e with me to the bureau for some tea," Yan Zhao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Tea, this meant Yan Zhao wanted to ept a bribe, which was certainly good. Yan Xishan said: "dly, dly, let''s go together in a bit."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had to remind Zou Jie once more: "Sister Zou, don''t forget my bed."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for Yan Xishan, she didn''t even want to acknowledge him. These men all liked to belittle women to assert their presence.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They were only fit to live as tombstones in the graveyard of her memories.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Patting Little Lang''s bottom, she said: "The Simmons mattress has been reserved, we''ll have to wait a few days. Now let''s go downstairs, mom''s going to buy you some clothes."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Buying clothes?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Like losing a watermelon and picking up sesame seeds, the children instantly forgot about the Simmons mattress and rushed towards the clothes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The second floor was children''s wear, with nursery rhymes ying, attractive promotional posters, and a special toy counter. Little Wang had noticed earlier that one of the shops was even selling little underpants with Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie printed on them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Today''s department stores were truly remarkable, even selling little underwear on disy.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The children rushed downstairs in a flurry.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan clicked his tongue, because Yuanyuan not only ignored him but also red at him before leaving, angry: "Yan Zhaodi..."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I''ve changed my name now, I''m called Yan Shengnan," Yuanyuan suddenly turned back and shouted at her father.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With a victorious expression, she demonstrated her bravery to Little Lang and Little Wang, holding one in each hand, walking away with great vigor.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Children''s clothing was on the second floor, and underwear had its own separate counter.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The little underpants were indeed pretty, along with little sweaters and vests. These things were not only inexpensive, but due to the impact of private clothing manufacturers, they were actually very cheap.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Four pairs of little underpants cost only one yuan. Buying five pairs for each child would only be five yuan, and the quality was better than the half-yuan ones from the vegetable market.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Five pairs each, choose your own patterns," Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang and Little Lang looked up at their father, who remained silent, not daring to choose. Yuanyuan was already on her tiptoes, selecting patterns for herself at the counter.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men turned around, meeting Yan Zhao''s gaze, and asked: "Captain Yan, do you need underwear? What size?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao''s face remained expressionless, but he frowned slightly, as if he had misheard.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If they were to live together, how could it work if this man got embarrassed at every little thing?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men suspected he might not even be willing to sleep with her, out of shyness.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    That was quite good actually, as she never wanted to have that kind of rtionship with any man again in this life.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Just tell me what size you need..." Chen Men was about to say, I''ve seen your underwear, they''re more like rags.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang was also eager to pick underwear: "Dad, hurry up and say!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao still said nothing. Little Lang snorted: "Dad doesn''t like wearing underwear either, maybe he''s like me, bare-bottomed right now."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Pick your underwear," Yan Zhao couldn''t take it anymore. He picked up both sons, one in each hand: "For me, thergest size, I guess."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men also picked up Yuanyuan. The ss counter was full of little underpants and sweaters. The children were rummaging through the pile like hamsters, liking this and that, unable to decide.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The three children''s heads were close together, bringing Chen Men and Yan Zhao closer too.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Taking the opportunity, Chen Men turned and said: "You don''t need to be so nervous. We''re husband and wife, I should be buying these things for you."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao spoke frankly, but not about the underwear.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He said in a low voice: "Yan Xishan, I''m going to detain him and interrogate him personally. You should be mentally prepared."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing Chen Men''s silence, he added: "But as long as he hasn''t taken any lives ormitted any serious illegal crimes, it won''t be a criminal case. Arresting and investigating him now is actually better for Yuanyuan."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men remembered that in her previous life, it wasn''t until four or five yearster that Yan Zhao started taking action against these nouveau riche and coal bosses on Jindong Road.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But that was because Little Lang had been sick for a long time, and Yan Zhao had taken unpaid leave for an extended period for Little Lang''s sake.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Could it be that in this life, it was because she had taken over Little Lang''s care?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao was going to take action earlier.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men wished she could put Yuanyuan back in her belly and be reborn again, but she had to face a reality: Yan Xishan was Yuanyuan''s biological father. If Yuanyuan were to be an ordinary person in the future, it might be fine, but if she wanted to enter a government agency, having a father with a criminal record would make it impossible for her to be epted.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So even though Yan Xishan was terribly bad, it would be better for Yuanyuan if he didn''t go to jail and kept a clean record.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Otherwise, he would affect Yuanyuan''s entire life.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A person''s path is walked step by step. In her previous life, Yan Xishan was arrested for concealing a major water inrush ident that killed dozens of people.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Those people all had wives and children. When the men died, the pirs of their families were gone. If he hadn''t been so reluctant to spend money on mine safety, if he hadn''t deceived workers into going down the mine without proper preparations, if he hadn''t desperately tried to cut costs and boost profits, how could those people have possibly died?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even now, regarding the coal mines, there were frequent truck idents or gang fights. It was said that when people died in the mines, not everyone even had a name recorded.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Underwear..." Yan Zhao stammered for a long time before saying, "Actually, I still have some, no need to buy."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    You mean those rags that even Yan Sanye wouldn''t wear?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Are you sure you want to wear those again?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Being invited for tea by people from the police station was still a fashionable term now, not yet causing the fear and trepidation it would in the future among businessmen.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan even bought a box of good tea leaves, happily going to the police station.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Upon entering the police station, he unexpectedly encountered the madam of Dream Paris nightclub, sitting in Yan Zhao''s office.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You''re here for tea too?" Yan Xishan felt something was a bit off. Yan Zhao shouldn''t have such a wild personality to invite a nightclub madam to his office for tea.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The madamughed dryly a couple of times: "Yes, the police officer invited me for tea."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the conference room, Bureau Chief Sun was there, Lv Liang was also present, and even several chiefs and deputy chiefs from the local police stations under the branch bureau, as well as yesterday''sw enforcement officers were all there.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lazily scattered about, people sat askew as Lv Liang reported on the jointw enforcement operation carried out by the inspection team and police stationsst night.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As he reported, he yawned: "Overall, it was eptable. We found several overloaded trucks, but the overloading didn''t exceed 20%. ording to regtions, we criticized and educated them, then let them go."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao asked: "No fines?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "No, they didn''t reach the standard for fines," Lv Liang said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao took out a hundred-yuan Great Unity note from his pocket, spread it on the table, and pointed to a young man in the crowd: "Chen Gang,e take a look, isn''t this the money you spent at Dream Parisst night?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Gang was the young police officer who had epted money from Yan Zhao the night before.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At first nce, he didn''t recognize Yan Zhao, but suddenly felt something was wrong and hesitated: "It''s... it''s you?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Was the alcohol at Dream Paris good?" Yan Zhao suddenly looked up, his eyes cold.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Gang took two steps back, instinctively pointing at Lv Liang: "Cap... Captain, Deputy Captain Lv was therest night too. The nouveau riche treated us, even called for girls. We didn''t do anything, we just had a few drinks."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lv Liang almost jumped up: "Chen Gang, you''re spewing lies! Do you still want your job?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao turned his gaze again: "Shall I invite the madam of Dream Paris to personally recount the events for everyone?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lv Liang suddenly looked towards a corner and said: "Deputy Chief Yan, you were therest night too. Say something!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Deputy Chief Yan, Yan Bin, was Yan Zhao''s cousin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao was a bit slow on the uptake. He had only been in office for a few days, and even if he was eager to make a name for himself and wanted to rectify the social atmosphere, he should have taken a look at the actual situation.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His brother had also been drinking with nouveau riche businessmenst night and had called for escort girls. Surely he wouldn''t arrest his own brother as well.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If police officers were caught soliciting prostitutes, they could be dismissed or expelled from the force.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao surveyed the entire scene, his hand lightly pressing on the hundred-yuan bill. "It seems our police force is truly pure, united from top to bottom."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    From the highest ranks to the lowest, the whole system was rotten to the core!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 29

    "Everyone who went drinking at Dream Parisst night, stand up," Yan Zhaomanded sternly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lv Liang hesitantly stood up, Yan Bin kicked his chair back and also stood, and the chief of Yanguan Police Station took off his hat.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Sun Nutao mmed the table and said, "This is outrageous. You all know the consequences for police officers engaging in prostitution - disciplinary action, and in serious cases, dismissal from your posts."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "That''s too lenient. Expel them all from the Party," said Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The whole room erupted in an uproar. Everyone sat up straight with angry expressions.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even Sun Nutao felt a bit afraid: "Captain Yan, isn''t that too harsh?" They were all part of the same system, and causing such amotion when they had just arrived didn''t seem wise. It was a government matter, and they shouldn''t provoke anyone to harbor resentment and seek private revenge.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lv Liang mmed his hat on the table. Chen Gang kicked his chair aside and stormed out, cursing, "It''s just a lousy police job anyway. I quit! I''m going into business. I''ll make your annual sry in one night."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao turned to Xiong Xiangdang from the Criminal Investigation Department: "Xiong Xiangdang, what are you waiting for? Arrest them."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The Criminal Investigation Department was the poorest, with no extra ie. Xiong Xiangdang despised the Inspection team the most. He shouted in a booming voice: "Yes, sir!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Was he really going to make arrests?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The Criminal Investigation team swiftly handcuffed several of the leaders.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Of course, actually expelling them from the Party would require approval from higher-ups. For now, they were all put in detention.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan was in Yan Zhao''s office. Sensing something was amiss, he made a quick call to Fan Zhenhua, Fan Xiang''s son who worked at the city bureau. Deputy Bureau Chief Ma of Jindong Road Division had been promoted on his rmendation. He asked him to intervene and find a way to resolve the situation.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The first step was to send gifts and pull strings to diffuse the incident. Even coal bosses wouldn''t resort to hiring people to deliberately crash into someone unless they werepletely desperate.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lv Liang, Yan Bin, Deputy Bureau Chief Ma and those nouveau riche were all cut from the same cloth.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If no one investigated, nothing woulde of it. But if a real investigation happened, they''d all be found crawling with lice.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After the call, Yan Xishan slipped away in the chaos.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Meanwhile, Yan Zhao was chatting with Yan Bin in the detention room.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao''s objectives were clear. First, the son of Teacher Huang from the vige, a student capable of getting into Tsinghua or Peking University, had been killed in a hit-and-run. To date, the culprit hadn''t been found. Yan Zhao suspected it was done by Yan Xishan''s subordinates, since he had the most coal trucks, most of which drove without license tes at night.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This case had been handled by the Jindong Road Division. He wanted to know if it was Yan Xishan''s people who did it, and if not, who actually did it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Secondly, the nouveau riche had bribed the police officers. Yan Zhao needed someone to testify so he could arrest them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Arresting a bunch of nouveau riche might quiet things down for a few days, but that behavior was like wildfire - it couldn''t bepletely extinguished and would sprout again with the spring breeze.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But stemming corrupt practices, even if only for a few months, was necessary. They had to do it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, how could police officers who had epted bribes possibly confess? They could only keep their mouths shut to get through this, otherwise they''d face dismissal and expulsion from the Party.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Bin had also been a soldier and had earned military honors. Yan Zhao wanted him to be a witness to misconduct. In that case, he wouldn''t be expelled, just demoted - giving him a chance to reform.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Third Brother, Xishan is our brother. Overloading trucks and giving bribes, yes, that''s happened - it''s for making money, you know. But you''re saying his truck killed someone? That''s not possible. If it was him, I''d be the first one not to let him off," said Yan Bin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing Yan Zhao remain silent, he continued: "I''ve long wanted to take off this green uniform. I have nothing more to say. Go ahead and expel me. I''ll resign, go into business, do something big."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao replied, "Very well."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Bin kicked the chair away: "No one in this whole bureau wants to stay anymore. Everyone''s thinking about quitting. Go ask around, see who''ll still listen to you."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If they weren''t investigated, they took bribes. If they were investigated, they quit to go into business. Being a police officer had be a profession of making a quick buck and leaving.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yan Bin wasn''t in a hurry. Someone was bound to get anxious, like Deputy Bureau Chief Ma.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Talking about resigning was just blowing off steam. The sry was low, but their under-the-table ie was high.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan had Fan Zhenhua work out a strategy, then Fan Zhenhua passed it on to Deputy Bureau Chief Ma. By the afternoon, Deputy Bureau Chief Ma came to plead for the police officers.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Captain Yan, do you have a moment? Can we talk?" Deputy Bureau Chief Ma said with a smile.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao pointed to the chair opposite him: "Have a seat, Deputy Chief Ma."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Deputy Chief Ma took off his hat, revealing a balding head. He rubbed it, pointing to the scratch marks: "Your sister-inw did this. All over a color TV. She nearly beat me to deathst night. Isn''t that infuriating?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Then buy one," said Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Buying a TV takes money. One costs 4,800 - that''s our annual sry. She wants me to quit and go into business, but how can I abandon my police work? If I leave, who''ll do our police work?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You certainly carry a lot of weight in our division," Yan Zhao replied.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Deputy Chief Ma leaned in closer, sliding over a delivery slip. He said in a low voice: "You''re smarter than me, younger too. You have a future and understand more than I do in many ways. Many things should be overlooked - turn a blind eye. If you investigate so forcefully, what if all the subordinates quit? Do we want to be generals without an army? Besides, there''s no need to be so rigid about government affairs, right? What if someone seeks private revenge? We all have wives and children. Aren''t you afraid of retaliation? Take a step back, and the sea bes boundless."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao looked at the delivery slip, which listed one Phoenix Brand Simmons mattress to be picked up from the state-run department store. He sat up straight: "Deputy Chief Ma, you''re not trying to give me a gift, are you? I have a bad temper. Whoever tries to bribe me, I''ll send them to jail."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Was this man an idiot?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A thousand miles for an official post, all for wealth - did he think police work was like carrying a gun on the front lines at Laoshan?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Why hadn''t the Vietnamese bullets blown his wooden head to pieces?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "How is this a bribe? It''s a wedding gift from me, Lv Liang, Yan Bin, and everyone else. You just got married - how can you start a life without a bed?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "So it''s not just you, but all of you trying to bribe me collectively?" Yan Zhao retorted.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Deputy Chief Ma pped the table and said, "This is just how the job has to be done nowadays. Police are people too. Having drinks and meals with acquaintances is perfectly normal. You can''t expel them from the Party just for that."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Party membership affected their sry - it would be cut in half, plus demotion. Without leadership positions, they''d lose their under-the-table ie.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "So they can eat, drink, and visit prostitutes with the nouveau riche, but I can''t manage them?" Yan Zhao countered.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "If you dare to, they''ll all resign. You want to be a general without an army?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The Inspection team plus Yanguan Police Station had over a dozen officers. Could he really dismiss them all at once?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Forget whether the higher-ups would allow it - how could he do the work if everyone was fired?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This man wasn''t just stupid, he was a joke.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Deputy Chief Ma couldn''t be bothered with him anymore. Giving gifts, my ass. Everyone would resign together and make a fuss about Yan Zhao at the city bureau, kicking him out.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He stood up and was about to leave in a huff when Yan Zhao suddenly grabbed his wrist: "Toote, Deputy Chief Ma. First, exin who gave you the receipt for this Simmons mattress."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Hey, I bought it myself. What''s it to you? You have no right to interfere!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You just said you couldn''t even afford a TV. Now you can suddenly afford to buy me a bed?" The hand that had held a gun was different - no matter how Deputy Chief Ma struggled, he firmly held the other''s hand.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just then, Sun Nutao heard the argument and came over to see what was happening.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao simply undid his own handcuffs and cuffed Deputy Chief Ma instead: "Chief Sun, Deputy Chief Ma tried to bribe me with an amount exceeding 5,000 yuan. He should be arrested immediately."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    There was a threshold for bribery - below 5,000 yuan only required criticism, but above 5,000 meant detention.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This bed was just over 5,000 yuan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You fool, it''s just one month in detention. As soon as I''m out, I''m going into business," Deputy Chief Ma shouted as he was being handcuffed. Once out of the office, he started cursing loudly: "Businessmen make 80,000 to 100,000 a month. My monthly sry is 480. I''m living on cabbage but dreaming of powder. I quit!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The depth of corruption in this division became clear as soon as Deputy Chief Ma said he was quitting. People from various departments started streaming in to see Bureau Chief Sun, some asking for unpaid leave, some for sick leave or personal leave, and others simply resigning.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Sun Nutao had worked in military staff operations. Seeing over a dozen police officers collectively going on strike, he also panicked. He arranged for them not to leave that night, saying they needed to hold a mobilization meeting with Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Sun Nutao''s intention was, of course, to have Yan Zhao persuade everyone that as long as they didn''t ept bribes and worked diligently, past mistakes would be forgiven and they just needed to do their jobs well.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But with Lv Liang and Yan Bin in confinement, the minor leaders of various departments weren''t fools. If they didn''t go on strike now, the leaders'' fate today would be theirs tomorrow.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    One by one, they sat slouched, smoking and chatting idly, none of them taking Yan Zhao and Sun Nutao seriously.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Comrades, is there anyone else who doesn''t want to work or wishes to resign?" Yan Zhao asked bluntly as soon as he entered.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    People exchanged nces, and several hands were raised hesitantly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the history of Hua Country, this was the era when the most public servants left their posts to enter the private sector, and also the easiest time for them to do so. Everyone dreamed of going into business, as there were too many nouveau riche, stirring people''s hearts and making it impossible to focus on work.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was also the only era when leaders had to beg and plead to keep their staff.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Do you all read the newspapers? Do you know how many people were cut in the massive military downsizing?" Yan Zhao asked again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Do you know how many veterans at the front lines could only fill their stomachs with snow and beans for three or four consecutive years, barely escaping with their lives from the hail of bullets, only to receive demobilization notices as soon as they left the battlefield, forced to return home with just a few hundred yuan in resettlement fees?" Yan Zhao questioned further.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the 1988 million-man military downsizing, only a few tens of thousands out of a million soldiers were given jobs. The rest were sent home to fend for themselves because after ten years of war with Vietnam, the country was out of money, but the military was severely overstaffed and had to be reduced.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    How many veterans were dissatisfied, how many wanted to make trouble, and how many wanted to stay in the army? Yan Zhao was the first in his regiment to transfer to civilian work, because only his transfer could quell everyone''s anger.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The police remainedzy and scattered. Those soldiers were pitiful, with no allowances or wages.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Heroes on the battlefield were now unemployed at home and amounted to nothing, but what did that have to do with them?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Our regiment has thousands of people waiting for job cements. If you resign early, you''ll make room for those who need work. I''ll send you off with my blessings, wishing you great sess and early prosperity." After saying this, Yan Zhao left abruptly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The group of police officers slowly straightened up in their seats.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Theyined that 400 yuan a month was too little, but those heroesing down from the smoky battlefields couldn''t even afford milk powder for their children. They would cry for this job.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was the stark reality.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The newly appointed official, Yan Zhao, didn''t just make a one-time show of force.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lv Liang, Yan Bin, and several others were all dismissed from their posts and expelled from the Party. Those who had submitted resignation requests were all forwarded to the city bureau for approval.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He transferred severalpany-level cadres he had previously led, currently unemployed at home, directly parachuting them in. At the Jindong Road Police Station, he now had several capable lieutenants.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Oh, and there was also Yan Xishan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although the truck ident hadn''t been solved yet, bribery was still a serious crime.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The person who really betrayed Yan Xishan, probably beyond even Yan Xishan''s imagination, turned out to be Deputy Bureau Chief Ma.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He had shouted the loudest, screaming about resigning, but then turned around and privately approached Bureau Chief Sun, apologized, voluntarily admitted his mistakes, and then ratted out everyone in the bureau who had epted bribes from the nouveau riche.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So although he caused several police officers to resign, he somehownded safely.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The investigation concluded, and the arrest warrants for the nouveau riche, especially Yan Xishan, were ready by the afternoon of the third day. Sun Nutao had gone to a meeting at the city bureau and would sign upon his return. Yan Zhao left the arrest warrants on Sun Nutao''s desk and prepared to go home.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After working overtime for three days, of course Little Liu had to drive Yan Zhao home.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Today, Yan Zhao''s dramatic actions had removed so many people from top to bottom.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Not to mention everyone in the police station was trembling with fear, Deputy Bureau Chief Ma, though resentful and hateful inside, was outwardly trembling too, calling on everyone in private to find a way to take down Yan Zhao, but on the surface, he was extremely conscientious in his work attitude.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The driver, Little Liu, was also quite scared.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Because he had once finished off arge bottle of Yan Zhao''s Coke, he was afraid Yan Zhao might seek revenge.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, when Captain Yan got in the car, he seemed very rxed and even took the initiative to say, "Little Liu, put on some music. I''ve been in the army for so many years, I don''t know what people listen to nowadays."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Liu immediately turned on the radio. This was his own recorded tape, and the first song was by Cui Jian, a favorite of all men. The radio immediately started ying, "I''ve been asking endlessly, when will youe with me..."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But as soon as the song started, Yan Zhao said, "Turn off the music."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So Captain Yan doesn''t like rock music?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Liu quickly turned off the music.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In fact, Yan Zhao hadn''t been listening to the music at all. Of course, his grim expression wasn''t because of the music, but because he suddenly saw Zhou Xueqin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The car was just passing a bus stop, and Zhou Xueqin and her new husband Lu Jingyu were standing there waiting for the bus.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In a fleeting nce, Yan Zhao saw Zhou Xueqin holding a stack of bonds, talking about something with Lu Jingyu. As the car passed, he heard Lu Jingyu say, "You really are a lucky charm for your husband, everything you buy turns a profit."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "We''ve made a whole five thousand yuan, shall we go to the state-owned department store to buy a spring mattress?" Zhou Xueqin said enthusiastically.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao couldn''t hear what Lu Jingyu said in response.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But he was embracing Zhou Xueqin, smiling brilliantly as they squeezed onto the bus.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A few days ago, Zhou Xueqin had called Yan Zhao to borrow money, which he didn''t lend. It seems she had made money now.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was actually not bad. Zhou Xueqin''s biggest grievance against Yan Zhao was that he didn''t know how to make money. Now that she had found a man who could make money, she wouldn''t keep pestering him to borrow money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the blink of an eye, the car had arrived outside the state-owned department store.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At this moment, the department store''s loudspeakers were also ying music, still the flirtatious and sweet Hong Kong and Taiwan songs.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Men love to be romantic, women love to be pretty, without knowing it, I fell for you... Want to be charming even with a wife, want to be afraid of getting old even with charm." This was also a song often yed in nightclubs.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Little Liu, stop the car," Yan Zhao suddenly said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Liu thought to himself, no way, the outwardly serious Captain Yan actually likes this kind of coy Hong Kong ent?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Did he ask to stop the car because he likes listening to this kind of song?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Liu quickly mmed on the brakes, wanting to ask what was wrong with Captain Yan, but Yan Zhao had already gotten out of the car and walked far away.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Outside the state-owned store, there was arge-scale promotional event for Ximei Mattresses.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Ximei Mattresses, unbreakable even after a thousand hammerings."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Wee everyone toe and hammer the beds, our mattresses can''t be broken even after a thousand hits."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Sure enough, the scene was packed with people, many fighting for a chance to hammer the mattresses.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Who wouldn''t want to take a swing at a five or six thousand yuan spring mattress? Even reporters from the newspaper came to cover this event, and Ximei Furniture Factory even made it into the paper.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    From the department store, there was an endless stream of people carrying mattresses on their shoulders, no longer just the Phoenix Brand, but the locally produced Ximei brand.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao looked up at the big characters of the state-owned department store and stood still.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zou Jie had promised Chen Men that once they sold ten beds, she would give her one.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao needed to count how many of these thousand-hammer-proof Ximei mattresses had been sold.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, after standing at the entrance of the department store for just a moment, as luck would have it, he saw Zhou Xueqin and Lu Jingyu arm in arm, about to enter the store.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It''s a pity we only made two thousand yuan. If I could get another six thousand, we could make even more."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu said, "This is already very good. You really are a lucky charm for your husband!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao''s footsteps faltered: Could she be talking about his six thousand yuan bonus?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 30

    Of course, Yan Zhao paid no attention to Zhou Xueqin.


    Like those police officers who had enthusiastically gone into business to be nouveau riche, he only hoped she would be wealthy and never appear before him again.


    If she could manage that, Yan Zhao was willing to forget about the allowances that Zhou Xueqin had squandered away in the past.


    ...


    Meanwhile, back at home.


    Today, Qin Yu had taken Yuanyuan and Little Wang for their school interview, while Chen Men was watching Yan Dawei prepare the rooms she intended to rent out.


    She had a total of fiverge rooms for rent, priced pitifully low at 5 yuan per room per month, totaling 25 yuan.


    Yan Dawei had built a separate entrance outside the courtyard and locked the front door, so he coulde and go and move things without disturbing Chen Men''s family.


    Seeing Yan Dawei directing a group of people to move scaffolding, bamboo nks, and steel pipes into the house¡ªall materials used for building houses¡ªChen Men asked him, "Is your family nning to build a house?"


    Yan Dawei looked dejected, but upon seeing Chen Men, he suddenly pped his forehead and said, "Men, did your older brother help you build this house?"


    Indeed, Men''s house had been built with Chen Degong''s help, and it wasn''t just a simple single-story building. The foundation of this house could support at least three floors.


    "Yes, why do you ask?"


    "Don''t even mention it. I took on the contract to rebuild our factory''s canteen, and I was going to have my brother-inw handle the project. But a couple of days ago, someone told him he could make money prospecting for gold in Japan, so he left me high and dry. Now I''m short a foreman and a construction crew," Yan Dawei said dejectedly.


    A foreman?


    Chen Men looked at the room full of bamboo scaffolding and steel pipes, and suddenly had an idea. "How about if I act as the foreman?"


    Dongfang Group needed to build a canteen, and insiders like Yan Dawei would find ways to secure the contract.


    He would make some money himself and then subcontract the work.


    "I''m afraid you might not be up to it. This kind of job requires upfront capital," Yan Dawei held up five fingers. "You''d need at least five thousand yuan to start."


    "How much can be earned?" Chen Men asked in return.


    Yan Dawei again showed five fingers: "If you really dare to take on the contract, I''ll give you fifty thousand yuan for this job, including costs. You should be able to make at least thirty thousand yuan profit."


    Chen Degong knew how to build houses and had hired workers before, so he had experience. It was just a canteen after all; it could bepleted in two months at most. This could be some quick money.


    "Then it''s settled. Give me the job, and I''ll call my older brother toe and do it right away," Chen Men said decisively.


    "Mom, we''re back from the interview!" Yuanyuan called out from a distance. "Little Wang and I have both been epted into Dongfang School!"


    The money had already been paid, so in Chen Men''s view, the interview was just a formality. Look how happy it made the two children.


    Qin Yu handed the borrowed tuition fee receipt to Chen Men and said with a slight pout, "Our Principal Liu interviewed them personally. He said Yuanyuan was fine, but as for Little Wang, he thinks you need to educate him better."


    "Why?" Chen Men asked.


    Afraid of affecting the children, Qin Yu lowered her voice and said, "Principal Liu said that the boy can''t sit still, his eyes wander, and it seems like he hasn''t been raised well. Plus, he''s already been through first grade, but his pinyin is aplete mess. The principal only epted him because he''s Yan Zhao''s son. Otherwise, no matter how much money was offered, he wouldn''t have taken him."


    In fact, in her previous life, when it was time for middle school, Chen Men had tried to send Yuanyuan, Lu Dabao, and Lv Erniu to Dongfang Middle School. At that time, Principal Liu had only epted Lv Erniu. He didn''t take Lu Dabao or Yuanyuan, saying that Yuanyuan''s eyes wandered and she couldn''t sit still, that she wasn''t cut out for studying.


    That Principal Liu was known for single-handedly turning a factory-run middle school into the school with the highest college admission rate in all of Xiping City, consistently ranking as the city''s top middle school.


    It had to be said that his judgment was indeed sharp.


    He picked only the best students.


    In her previous life, Yuanyuan had already been held back and hadn''t continued her education. In this life, Chen Men didn''t want Little Wang to fall behind as well.


    Just then, a Coca-C delivery truck passed by, and Chen Men turned to call out, "Yan Xiaowang, didn''t you finish all your Coke? Quick, go after the delivery truck and get another crate of Coke."


    Since they had paid the deposit, they were buying Coke by the crate, and all the children were drinking it like water.


    They had already bought several crates in a row.


    It wasn''t finished yet, so why buy more today?


    Yan Xiaowang felt that Chen Men''s behavior wasn''t right. Who spoils children like this?


    "Auntie, isn''t drinking Coke bad for you? Why don''t we not buy it?" Even though it was his stepmother''s money, he felt it was too wasteful.


    "Drinking Coke is indeed not good. It can affect your bones and stunt your growth," Chen Men said.


    Little Wang immediately thought he had caught onto Chen Men''s bad intentions. "So you really are a wicked stepmother. You want us not to grow tall. You''re trying to harm us, to turn us into dwarfs." He was already malnourished, thin, and short, so hearing this made him even more resentful.


    "I drink Coke too, and my mom wouldn''t harm me. Brother Little Wang, your thinking is problematic," Yuanyuan immediately came to her mother''s defense.


    Little Wang was still angry: "No more Coke. I won''t drink Coke anymore from now on."


    Chen Men turned the little boy''s face towards her and tapped his nose. "That''s a very good attitude. After all, our Little Wang hasn''t hidden Coke in the bathroom or sneaked there to drink it for two days now, right?"


    Little Wang was stunned for a moment. So Chen Men knew about him hiding Coke in the bathroom and sneaking there to drink it?


    He himself actually disliked his habit of hiding things.


    This behavior was a form of stealing, a very bad habit, but he couldn''t control himself.


    The child''s face turned red, and he turned to run away.


    "Yan Xiaowang,e back here," Chen Men called out again.


    Little Wang obediently stopped and turned back to ask, "What?"


    "Since you don''t want to drink Coke anymore, let''s return the bottles. From now on, drink less Coke, but..." Chen Men deliberately paused.


    The two younger ones didn''t care much, but Little Wang pricked up his ears, waiting to hear what came after the "but."


    "Children are always craving things, always wanting to eat this or buy that. Starting from today, I''ll give each of you one yuan per week as pocket money. You can buy whatever you want, but you can only ask for money once a week, okay?" Chen Men said.


    Pocket money?


    They were actually going to have pocket money?


    "That''s great, Mom! I want to save it up to buy you a gift," Yuanyuan was the first to speak.


    Little Lang had already stretched out his chubby hand, holding it high to show his eagerness for the pocket money.


    Yan Xiaowang hesitated for a good while before saying something that was exactly the same as what Yuanyuan had said to Lu Jingyu in her previous life: "I''m grown up now. I don''t like to spend money. You just need to be good to my dad in the future."


    The child''s words nearly brought tears to Chen Men''s eyes.


    In her previous life, Yuanyuan never asked for pocket money. She denied herself, trying to be the best-behaved child, only hoping that her stepfather would be a little kinder to her birth mother.


    "It''s fine if you don''t want it. Give it to beggars then. This is a fixed amount, everyone gets it. Little Lang, you keep yours for now," Chen Men said, keeping a straight face.


    When Little Wang didn''t take it, she put it on the windowsill.


    Little Wang stared at those two yuan for a long time. Just as it looked like the wind might blow it away, he snatched it into his hand in a sh. Then he ran into the bathroom and took out a bottle of Coke he had hidden in the deepest corner, putting it back in the Coke crate.


    From now on, Little Wang swore that if he ever stole Coke to drink in the bathroom again, he''d be a spoon!


    Now that she had agreed with Yan Dawei to take on a small construction project, even if it was just her older brother doing the work, the children would of course need to be ced somewhere. Little Lang was already three and a half years old and should start kindergarten. The vige daycare cost 18 yuan a month but didn''t provide meals, so the children had to be picked up at noon to eat at home, which was too troublesome.


    Chen Men remembered that there was a private kindergarten behind the postal savings bank. It was a bit more expensive, but it provided breakfast. She was just about to go out and inquire about it.


    Suddenly, she heard someone crying outside, crying and cursing. It sounded like Qi Dongmei''s voice.


    So Chen Men went out and saw Yan Xishan''s shy red Xiali car parked just outside the coal yard. Qi Dongmei and Hu Xiaomei were sitting in the back seat. Hu Xiaomei was crying, and Qi Dongmei was cursing.


    "Who do you think you are, asking for a hundred thousand yuan? All that money Yan Xishan earned was because of me," Qi Dongmei cursed even louder when she saw Chen Mene out.


    Chen Men walked over and asked, "Who are you talking about?"


    "Whoever responds, that''s who I''m talking about. Police extortion, shameless!" Qi Dongmei said.


    In Qi Dongmei and Hu Xiaomei''s eyes, Chen Men was like a soft piece of tofu, easy to push around.


    Quick as lightning, Chen Men grabbed Qi Dongmei''s permed hair and started pulling it out the window. "I''m the one you''re talking about, so you''re insulting me?"


    Qi Dongmei hadn''t realized Chen Men could be so fierce. With her hair caught in Chen Men''s grip, her head was almost pulled out of the car window, causing her to howl in pain.


    Today was like this because Qi Dongmei had been divorced by Fan Xiang. Although she could still live in Hu Xiaomei''s house at the Dongfang Factory, the workers there were spreading vicious rumors. When she went out, those who used to tter her, chat with her, and keep herpany now all avoided her.


    Qi Dongmei couldn''t stand it anymore. In a fit of anger, she decided to move back to the Third Brigade.


    Yan Xishan was considerate enough to help his ex-mother-inw move. However, halfway through, someone from the bureau tipped him off, saying that Yan Zhao was about to arrest arge group of nouveau riche, and he was one of them.


    Some of the nouveau riche wanted to retaliate against Yan Zhao, perhaps through some private revenge, but their leader was Deputy Bureau Chief Ma. Deputy Chief Ma was still in his position and hadn''t been affected at all. Moreover, Yan Zhao had submitted a report requesting to transfer a batch ofpany-level cadres from the demobilized military.


    Deputy Chief Ma thus advised the nouveau riche to pay their fines and ept detention if necessary.


    In his view, those hot-headed ex-soldiers wouldn''tst long and would eventually stumble, just not right now.


    He also advised Yan Xishan to make a big move, since he had connections with Yan Zhao. The n was to continue corrupting him and dampen Yan Zhao''s enthusiasm.


    Think about it, he said. The fact that Yan Zhao let himnd safely proves that the man isn''t too smart after all.


    Yan Xishan immediately went to the bank and withdrew 100,000 yuan.


    Without even giving Hu Xiaomei and Qi Dongmei time to unload, he rushed to Chen Men''s ce to put out the fire urgently.


    Qi Dongmei had just been divorced and was about to move back home. Seeing Yan Xishan about to give Chen Men 100,000 yuan, how could she not be anxious and angry?


    Yan Xishan was still in the driver''s seat, holding the money, when Qi Dongmei was almost pulled out of the car by Chen Men.


    Who was Chen Men? The woman who had once tied him up and beaten him to a pulp.


    Where did Qi Dongmei get the courage to confront her? Didn''t she fear being beaten to death?


    "Men, stop it..." Yan Xishan couldn''t pull Chen Men away, resulting in him being grabbed and hit by both women.


    But even while being beaten by the two women, Yan Xishan had to say what was urgent: "Men, Yan Zhao says he wants to arrest me. He probably wants money from me. Here, I have 100,000 yuan. Don''t worry about people saying you''re taking bribes. Just consider it our marital property that I''m giving you a share of, okay? Here, take it quickly."


    Chen Men was still pulling Qi Dongmei''s hair, and when Hu Xiaomei came to break up the fight, she simply grabbed her hair too.


    Yan Zhao had said he would investigate Yan Xishan just two days ago, and now he was going to arrest him so quickly?


    "You don''t have money either, look, this is 100,000 yuan. You can use it to buy a Simmons mattress, right? Quickly talk to Yan Zhao, tell him I''ll stay in for three days at most, and he has to let me out, okay?" Yan Xishan said again.


    Chen Men grabbed the alligator skin bag and smashed it on Yan Xishan''s head.


    Let alone Yan Xishan being arrested, Chen Men was so happy she could set off firecrackers. How could she possibly ept his dirty money?


    If she took it, wouldn''t she be corrupt too?


    Hu Xiaomei also came to grab her wrist, so Chen Men simply pulled her in and grabbed her hair as well.


    Fortunately, arge truck entered the vige at this moment. The road was narrow and crowded, which finally separated the fighting group.


    Otherwise, with two women against one, Chen Men would surely have been at a disadvantage.


    The truck didn''t stop, but Chen Men clearly saw a man in a green shirt jump down from it, looking like Yan Zhao.


    Children all ran out from their homes, surrounding the truck, wanting to know what it was here for.


    Chen Men saw a bed on the truck, its headboard wrapped up so the color couldn''t be seen, but the style was a Simmons mattress. She was a bit puzzled. Hadn''t she just seen Yan Zhao? Where did he disappear to?


    And where did this bede from?


    The driver stopped the truck and called out loudly, "Who is Chen Men?"


    "I am," Chen Men said loudly.


    The driver said, "We''re from the Ximei Mattress Factory. Ximei mattresses, unbreakable even after a thousand hammerings. This is a mattress we''re giving you for the advertisement you did for us. Congrattions, it''s a Simmons mattress."


    So this meant that her little idea had actually earned her a Simmons mattress?


    When Chen Men heard that this was a Simmons mattress sent by the store, she was of course overjoyed.


    Conveniently, Yan Dawei''s workers hadn''t left yet, so she ran next door to call Yan Dawei and borrow his workers to help her move the bed.


    As for Yan Xishan, he looked up at the truck and saw that there really was a Simmons mattress on it.


    He stood there dumbfounded.


    "Brother Shan, how can Men afford a Simmons mattress?" Hu Xiaomei also said in astonishment.


    Yan Xishan held onto the 100,000 yuan, stood for a long time, and suddenly sighed, "Let''s go."


    "Brother Shan, Men is heartless, an ungrateful wretch. She won''t help you. Give me the money, I''ll help you pull some strings and find a way to get you out," Hu Xiaomei said, reaching for Yan Xishan''s leather bag.


    The alligator skin bag contained a full 100,000 yuan.


    This was arge portion of Yan Xishan''s life savings, earned through years of hardship, drinking bottle after bottle, being someone''spdog time and time again, smiling and fawning on people, and driving those coal miners down into the mines over and over.


    Now Chen Men refused to save him.


    Should he give the money to Hu Xiaomei and let her pull strings to get him out of jail?


    Yan Xishan wanted to test Hu Xiaomei, so he said, "You know, I have quite a few cases against me. This time in jail, it''s bound to be more bad than good."


    Hu Xiaomei reached out to take the money: "Don''t worry, even if you''re facing a murder charge, I''ll definitely get you out. Quick, give me the money."


    "What if I''m sentenced to life?" Yan Xishan tightened his grip on the bag and said again.


    Hu Xiaomei simply tried to grab the bag: "If you really get life, I''ll wait for you forever."


    If it were Chen Men, forget about murder charges, she would curse Yan Xishan to high heaven just for withholding coal miners'' wages. If he really had a murder charge, Chen Men would be the first to report him.


    But Hu Xiaomei was different. Not only did she dare to instigate him tomit kidnapping, but she didn''t even care if he had a murder charge on his back.


    So the question was, was Hu Xiaomei like this because she loved him, or did she just want his money?


    Yan Xishan turned back again, still looking at Chen Men.


    She was directing people to unload the big bed, her face beaming as brightly as when he had gone to Chen''s vige to marry her, and they had held hands on the bus to work.


    Standing in ce, Yan Xishan was still pondering what he should do with this money.


    ...


    Back to Chen Men, she called a few workers to help her move the bed. She still felt that Yan Zhao had been on the truck earlier, but where had he gone?


    "Mom, which room are we putting this bed in?" Yuanyuan fluttered around the bed like a butterfly.


    Little Lang couldn''t resist anymore and wanted to jump on the bed.


    Only Little Wang was futilely trying to maintain order: "Don''t touch it carelessly, it''ll be bad to sleep on if it gets dirty. And don''t jump around, everyone can only jump once a day."


    Yan Zhao came in, carrying some vegetables. His beard was scruffy, and there was a ring of sweat around his cor, looking like he had been working overtime for several days.


    The bed was still in the yard. Let the children jump on it for a while and have some fun.


    Little Lang was the first to jump on the Simmons mattress, lifted up by Yuanyuan. It was like stepping on spiked shoes, but softer and more powerful. He trembled as he stepped on it, and the bed immediately bounced him up. He used a little force with his other foot, and the whole bed shook,unching him into the air.


    Wow, he felt like the bed had thrown him up, but then he fell heavily back down. He was a bit scared, afraid he might fall, but the soft bed caught him, enveloped him, and then bounced him up again. This time it was even higher, and when he came back down, it was likending on soft feathers.


    "Sister, jump with me."


    "You jump first, I''m afraid we might break it if we jump together," Yuanyuan said.


    "Don''t worry, jump together." Before Chen Men could finish speaking, Yuanyuan was already lifted high by Yan Zhao and thrown onto the bed. Yuanyuan let out a surprised cry, but was immediately bounced up.


    With a "Wow!", she shouted, "Dad, this is so much fun!"


    Little Wang actually wanted to jump too, but he was too shy.


    Seeing his dad lift Yuanyuan up, he smiled and stretched out his arms, raising his head waiting for his dad to pick him up.


    Yan Zhao brushed past his eldest son and asked Chen Men, "Are you cooking or should I?"


    Today Yan Xishan was apparently going to be arrested. Yuanyuan''s dad was being arrested, but the child was blissfully unaware. Chen Men felt quite uneasy about it.


    However, unexpectedly getting a new bed for just one point made her mood much better. She took the groceries and said, "I''ll cook. What would you like to eat? How about oil-sshed noodles with lots of vinegar?"


    Little Wang had once mentioned that his dad loved oil-sshed noodles with lots of vinegar.


    But Yan Zhao mumbled glumly, "Xishan likes vinegar, doesn''t he? I never eat vinegar."


    As he spoke, he went to open the door of another bedroom, one he had painted and prepared for putting a bed in.


    Of the eightrge rooms in the house, Chen Men only kept three, locking up and renting out the rest.


    The smallest room, which Yan Zhao had painted the whitest, was their wedding chamber.


    After letting the children jump for a while, Yan Zhao pulled them down to measure dimensions and decide where to put the bed.


    Chen Men pondered for a moment.


    Actually, Yan Zhao had been sitting in the truck delivering therge spring mattress when he saw Yan Xishan chatting with her and trying to give her money. That''s when he jumped off the truck halfway.


    He must have been listening to her conversation with Yan Xishan the whole time.


    That dog of a man, was he afraid she''d take Yan Xishan''s money, or was he worried she''d chat with Yan Xishan for too long?


    Or was he simply jealous?


    He was actually jealous of a scumbag like Yan Xishan?


    "Officer Yan, you don''t eat vinegar, right?" Chen Men called out, pushing open the kitchen window.


    Yan Zhao paused for a moment: "No, I don''t."


    "Tonight I''ll make us some liang pi noodles, slice some pork head meat, and hand-roll some potato noodles. We''ll add some chili powder and Sichuan peppercorns, then sizzle it all in hot oil. It''ll be so fragrant. I won''t add any vinegar to your portion," Chen Men said.


    These were all dishes that were typically iplete without vinegar. She''d see how he''d eat them without it.

 Chapter 31

    This time, more than a dozen coal bosses were arrested on Jindong Road, all charged with bribery.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Of course, the coal bosses would certainly try to pull strings and bribe their way out of jail.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for whether Yan Xishan had ever given money to Hu Xiaomei, no one knew.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But in the end, he managed to secretly stuff 100,000 yuan and the keys to a Xiali car into Chen Men''s mattress when no one was looking.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It wasn''t that Yan Xishan had suddenly developed a conscience and wanted to leave some money for Chen Men, or that he still wanted to bribe Yan Zhao. Rather, it was because he had no son yet, only a daughter named Zhaodi.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If he really ended up being sentenced to prison, Yan Xishan had been involved in fights and killings before. He had several mortal enemies in Xiping Prison, and with his scrawny build, he''d be beaten to death within three days of entering.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This 100,000 yuan was for his funeral expenses.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although he was still young and would surely have other children in the future, he had a clear-eyed view of the world. He knew that if he died, everyone who had ever drunk with him, called him brother, or who now addressed him as such, would spit on him without exception. They would all say he got what he deserved.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The only one willing to prepare his body, wear mourning clothes, and bury him would be Zhaodi!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His Zhaodi, who even after being kicked to the ground, was still crying and asking: "Daddy, what did I do wrong? I''ll change, please don''t be angry, okay?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The children loved eating the cold noodles seasoned with vinegar. Having just worked up a sweat jumping on the mattress, they now held bowls of the cool, sour noodles, slurping them up like three little piglets.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao had finished setting up the bed but didn''te out to eat for a long time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Could it be that he was really upset because she didn''t put vinegar in his food?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men went into the room to call him. What met her eyes was a headboard so bright it could burn one''s retinas - death Barbie pink, and it even had a glossy sheen.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This bed was definitely chosen by Yan Zhao. The color was eye-searingly bright.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yet Yan Zhao still asked, "You like the color of the headboard, right?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As if she could like it. Chen Men was afraid she''d have nightmares if she looked at it for too long.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I like it. It''s beautiful," she said. At least he had carried the bed in and set it up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This color... she''d find someone to repaint it tomorrow. A pink bed, pink bedside tables - she felt like she needed to lean on the wall to leave the room.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "The money. It''s from Yan Xishan," Yan Zhao said, handing Chen Men an alligator skin wallet. It was the one Yan Xishan had tried to give her earlier.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He had stuffed it into the mattress, and Yan Zhao only saw it when setting up the bed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Then Yan Zhao gave her a 100 yuan bill: "Your money. I got it back for you."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although she didn''t know the specifics, in her past life Chen Men had been the wife of two unscrupulous businessmen. Yan Zhao had taken 100 yuan out the night beforest.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She guessed that, given his ruthlessness, he must have set up some kind of sting operation. How else could he have brought down Yan Xishan?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And now, he wanted her to ept Yan Xishan''s money. How could that be possible? She wouldn''t take Yan Xishan''s dirty money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If she took it, Yan Zhao would suspect that she was also a person with skewed values.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Throw it out. I won''t take Yan Xishan''s dirty money," she said, only taking the 100 yuan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Keep it for him. He''ll need it when he gets out of jail in a while," Yan Zhao said when he saw Chen Men wouldn''t take it. He put it on the mattress and left the room.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In her past life, when Yan Xishan went to jail, Hu Xiaomei didn''t save him. Instead, she came to Chen Men to borrow money, wanting her to pay to get him out.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishanter made aeback, but of course Hu Xiaomei didn''t stay with him. She had a son, divorced Yan Xishan, and ended up owning eight relocation houses in Yanguan Vige, bing a well-known and profitable exemry teacher.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Actually, it would be right for Chen Men to keep this 100,000 yuan. After all, when Yan Xishan got out of prison, things would be very different for him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She could keep it for now and give it to him when he was released.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As the family ate, Ningning peeked in from outside and timidly entered, asking Yuanyuan, "Yuanyuan, can I see your family''s mattress?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan stopped eating immediately: "Of course."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ningning looked at the headboard, saw it was pink, and eximed, "Wow, it''s so pretty!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Isn''t it? It''s beautiful," Chen Men said. Death Barbie pink, little girls'' favorite.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "But Yuanyuan, my house will have tiles, yours doesn''t," Ningning added.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This little girl loved topare, after all, her family had always been the top household in Yanguan Vige.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men smiled, "We''ll have tiles too. I''ll make our house even prettier than yours."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan immediately held Little Lang''s hand and nodded together: "Our house will be prettier than yours."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Since they were going to call her older brother to do the construction work, they might as well renovate the whole ce. After all, the children would be attending Dongfang School for at least five years, so Chen Men wouldn''t move during that time. Even if she invested in buying a house in the future, she absolutely wouldn''t move frequently.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In her past life with Lu Jingyu, they initially did renovations, living wherever they had work. Like vagabonds, they had lived in other people''s unfinished houses, in open-air spaces, and in malls without windows installed. No matter where they went, whenever they moved, Lu Jingyu was busy, Dabao was fat andzy, Erniu would hide at the first sign of work, so it was always Chen Men and Yuanyuan who moved the pots, pans, bedding, and everything else.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It wasn''t untilter when Lu Jingyu had some money and rented a small room in an urban vige where the whole family squeezed in together that they stopped moving. This indirectly led to Chen Men''s dislike of moving.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Those repeated moves had broken her heart.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "But my mom says Uncle Yan doesn''t make as much money as my dad," Ningning said with a smile. "Tiles are very expensive, you know."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was determined to argue with this little girl today: "But I can earn money, and I''ll earn lots and lots of it."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ningning looked disbelieving: "Auntie, you don''t even know how to y the piano. How will you make money?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao frowned slightly and asked Chen Men, "How much does it cost to tile an entire house?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Tiles hadn''t fully entered the home decoration market yet. There were some avable, but they were all solid marble, and the price would probably shock Yan Zhao to death if she said it, so Chen Men didn''t.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It''s not expensive. My brother ising to the city for a small project soon. I''ll have him help us tile while he''s here," Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The small project wasn''t confirmed yet, but once it was, Chen Men would need to find a suitable way to tell Yan Zhao. After all, any project would involve kickbacks and favors, which could be seen as a form of bribery.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the future, this kind of thing would be considered a normal social phenomenon.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yan Zhao was upright and incorruptible. ording to Zhou Xueqin, he wouldn''t even let her do a bit of small business. So before securing the job, Chen Men decided not to say anything for now.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao had no practical understanding of the cost of living, so hearing Chen Men say it wasn''t expensive, he didn''t ask further.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ningning hadn''t left yet, still standing there smiling, waiting for Chen Men to chat with her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men pointed at the bed in the bedroom and said, "That bed is what Auntie earned. Could your mom earn that?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ningning shook her head: "I don''t believe you. It took my parents two years of saving to afford a bed."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just to show how precious this bed was.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just then, someone knocked on the door. Little Wang jumped up to open it. It was Song Huaihua.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Men," she called.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Second sister-inw, sit down and have some food?" Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Song Huaihua sighed, but still smiled first: "The Capital bonds we bought have gone up! They''ve risen by a full 20 points. I made a whole 100 yuan on my 500 yuan investment. You bought several thousand yuan worth, so you must have made even more, right?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao, who was clearing the dishes, paused for a moment.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men thought to herself, surprised, aren''t you? I''m good at financial management and made a killing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Actually, Capital Petrochemical could rise even more. Chen Men asked Song Huaihua, "You didn''t sell, did you?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It''s already up 27%. I''m afraid it might fall tomorrow, so of course I had to sell," she replied.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Calcting from the highest point, she would lose at least 30 yuan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She''d probably be beating her chest in regret in a couple of days.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ningning still hadn''t left. Chen Men was determined to argue with this child today: "Ningning, did you hear that? The bonds I bought made money. I made a lot of money."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This little girl had been spoiled by her well-off family environment since childhood. After her rebirth, Chen Men had be more mischievous and less tolerant.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She was getting addicted to putting down children.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ningning was indeed affected. She turned and ran away.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Song Huaihua was overjoyed because she had made 100 yuan in just a few days.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But at the same time, she had something she was very worried about. She turned to Yan Zhao and said, "Third brother, your second brother says he wants to quit his job and go into business. I think that even though the sry is low, a government job is definitely better than doing business. Why don''t you try to talk him out of it?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The children looked eagerly at Chen Men. She patted Little Lang''s bottom and said, "Go jump on the spring mattress. No time limit, jump however you like."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The kids all rushed off at once.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao cleaned up the dishes and said, "He''ll get rich."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men thought to herself that Yan Zhao must be blind or stupid. Yan Bin was just a minor deputy director leaving his government job for business. He had no resources. People might support him now, but once he really left his position and lost his power, who would back him? It would be a miracle if he got rich.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Song Huaihua scoffed, "Let him be. Whether he gets rich or not has nothing to do with me. I have my own job, I don''t rely on him."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao finished wiping the table and was about to go into the kitchen when he paused and looked intently at Song Huaihua. "Second sister-inw, are you pregnant?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I shouldn''t be. I have an IUD," Song Huaihua said, touching her belly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao called out from the kitchen, "Go to the hospital for a check-up. You look like you might be pregnant."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Song Huaihua already had two children and didn''t want another. Hearing she might be pregnant, she said nothing and hurried off. She had to go to the hospital for a check-up, hoping she wasn''t really pregnant.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men thought to herself that Yan Zhao had quite the eagle eye. How could he, a man, tell that Song Huaihua was pregnant?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Second sister-inw..." Chen Men hadn''t finished speaking when Yan Zhao immediately said, "Second brother has been visiting prostitutes quite often. It''s best if second sister-inw gets checked, to avoid catching any dirty diseases."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men looked back at Song Huaihua, suddenly remembering that in her previous life, she had jumped into a well.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Could it be that she jumped because Yan Bin had infected her with a venereal disease?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men saw Yan Zhao fall silent again and was about to leave when she heard him call out once more: "Men."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But when she turned back, he was quiet for a long time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men saw him not speaking and didn''t know what he wanted to say. After a moment, she suddenly understood. This man had told his second sister-inw to get checked because he suspected Yan Bin had contracted a venereal disease.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Now he was hesitating to speak to her, could it be that he also thought she might have caught a disease?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After all, the biggest nightclub in town, Dream Paris, got most of its business from coal bosses.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan was the most handsome, and it was said that the girls would serve him for free, fighting over him when he arrived.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In that instant, Chen Men was about to lose her temper.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A woman can''t control if a man goes to those ces, but she could guarantee that after the first time she discovered Yan Xishan had been to such a ce, she never let him touch her again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If she really had caught a disease, how could she possibly marry him, Yan Zhao?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This involved issues of integrity and character. Did she look like someone with poor character?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao seemed to have made a big decision, wanting to say something.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was also inwardly roaring: if he dared to open his mouth and say that, she would immediately bring up divorce.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang and Little Wang could stay, as she loved the children, but she would throw this dog of a man out.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Did you... buy my underwear?" Yan Zhao said this and immediately turned around to wash dishes again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So it was about underwear.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was asking about underwear and his ears turned red again?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I bought them, four pairs. They''re in your bedroom," Chen Men paused. "I''ve washed them and folded them for you." Seeing him not respond, Chen Men added, "The old ones were too worn out, so I threw them away."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had actually seen those underwear of his, patched up like they''d been chewed by dogs?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao''s ears turned red, and Chen Men could barely hold back herughter. She had to run away quickly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao went into the bedroom.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang followed him in. Chen Men listened from outside and heard Little Wang constantly asking, "Dad, I picked this underwear. Do you like it?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Why are they triangr?" Yan Zhao''s voice grew gruff.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang immediately said, "Because Superman wears underwear like this!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Dad only wears boxer briefs," Yan Zhao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "But Superman wears triangr ones, and he wears them on the outside. He even wears red ones," Little Wang argued, not giving up. Probably being red at by his dad, after a long while, he whimpered, "I thought you would like them. Dad''s underwear is all bulgy in the front, it''s so cute."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Bulgy indeed. Chen Men nearly diedughing outside.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    These days, underwear was mostly boxer briefs. Men''s briefs were just starting to appear.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Superman was a foreign film releasedst year. Although the children hadn''t seen it, Superman posters covered the streets, and kids were especially curious about that blonde, blue-eyed man wearing his underwear on the outside.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao''s underwear was indeed chosen by Little Wang, who had guaranteed at the time that his dad would definitely like it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Poor child, rejected by his dad again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But at night, Yan Zhao eventually changed into the underwear.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Dad, you really look like Superman!" Little Wang eximed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Yan Wangqi?" The father, wearing only briefs and with a body even more muscr than Superman''s, suddenly turned around.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The son, propping his chin with both hands, his eyes sparkling: "Dad, what is it?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Get up, do push-ups with me."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The two little ones on this side were already asleep. After a while, Chen Men heard a timid knock on the door.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Can Ie sleep on your side?" It was Little Wang, standing at the door holding his pillow, looking extremely pitiful.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Never mind how Zhou Xueqin was as a birth mother, calling a child to do push-ups in the middle of the night made Yan Zhao worse than a stepfather.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men picked up Little Wang, gently patted his bottom, and put him on the kang bed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was just a light hug, but Little Wang found Chen Men''s embrace fragrant and soft. Unlike Zhou Xueqin who wouldin about his smell, she even sniffed his stinky little head affectionately.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had sent a telegram calling Chen Degong toe take on the job.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He arrived three or four dayster.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With great ambition, Chen Men was about to be a small contractor.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, just as they went next door to find Yan Dawei, he gave Chen Men an unexpected statement: "Men, we''ve run into a problem with this project, and it''s a big one."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What happened?" Chen Men asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Dawei shook the contract in his hand and said, "To contract a project, even a dog could be a contractor, but we need a technician who can read blueprints and calcte materials. This person is extremely important. I had originally found someone for us, but now that they''ve heard you''re the contractor, they''ve backed out. They won''t do it no matter how much money we offer."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Who is it that won''t do it after hearing I''m the contractor?" Chen Men asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "A technician from our factory who has a good rtionship with Hu Xiaomei. It''s probably Hu Xiaomei''s doing," Qin Yu chimed in. "Rumor has it that Yan Xishan is going to be sentenced to life in prison. Hu Xiaomei sold his car and bought herself another house, transforming into a wealthydy. Now she has at least ten men pursuing her."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So that''s how it was.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qin Yu continued, "She even helped a nouveau riche''s child get into school. That nouveau riche is probably her new lover. I bet sooner orter, she''ll hand over Xishan''s coal mine to that lover."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan was reaping what he sowed, and the retribution came early.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But at this moment, Chen Degong suddenly said, "I just thought of someone. Teacher Huang from your vige. He drew the blueprints and calcted the materials for Men''s house back then. Why don''t we ask him?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men''s eyes immediately lit up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    That''s right, Teacher Huang was a high school graduate, and he was naturally good at technical subjects. He could not only read blueprints but also draw them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If they could bring Teacher Huang in as a partner, wouldn''t this small construction team be all set?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 32

    However, upon arriving at Teacher Huang''s house, both he and his wife looked worried.


    Chen Men thought something terrible had happened, but when she asked, it turned out to be great news.


    As it happened, Teacher Huang''s wife had been feeling bloated recently. When she heard Song Huaihua was going to the hospital, she decided to tag along. While Song Huaihua''s tests didn''t reveal anything, the hospital discovered that Mrs. Huang was pregnant, already three months along.


    This was joyous news, but also a massive problem.


    Teacher Huang had only be a permanent employeest month, but even after that, his sry was just over a hundred yuan.


    Third Sister-inw Huang was 40 years old and pregnant, making her a high-risk pregnancy. The hospital said there were signs of potential miscarriage and advised her to stay in bed to protect the fetus. They also suggested hiring a caretaker, but Teacher Huang couldn''t afford one on his meager sry.


    Given his wife''s age, he was worried aboutplications. Teacher Huang was in a dilemma, unsure whether to terminate the pregnancy or quit his job to start a business. After all, on a teacher''s sry alone, he couldn''t afford to raise this child.


    "Teacher Huang, I have a part-time job for you. I''ll pay you five yuan a day. You don''t need to quit your job, just help me with some work, okay?" Chen Men immediately offered.


    Chen Men knew this job well. It didn''t require regr office hours, only asional check-ins at crucial times. The main task was calcting the quantities of cement, sand, steel, and concrete needed, which could be done from home.


    Teacher Huang was overjoyed at the prospect of part-time work.


    However, he wanted to know about the working hours. Daytime was definitely not possible, nor were weekdays, as he had to teach during the day and grade papers in the evening. Despite only teaching 50-60 students, being a teacher was incredibly demanding. He needed to understand each child''s strengths and weaknesses to teach them effectively.


    "Not on weekdays, just weekends. It''ll take up one day of your time," Chen Men thought for a moment and said, "Consider it as being my consultant."


    Five yuan a day meant 150 yuan a month, without having to go to an office. It was an excellent opportunity.


    Teacher Huang was indeed tempted: "When does the work start? Isn''t it too much to give me so much money at once? I used to work myself to the bone for just forty yuan a month. This is too much; I feel uneasy taking it."


    Chen Men''s intention wasn''t just to have Teacher Huang read blueprints; she wanted him to teach Chen Degong how to read them. Once Chen Degong could read blueprints himself, they might be able to take on other jobs.


    One step at a time, one bite at a time.


    Apart from not being able to read blueprints, Chen Degong was well-versed in other aspects, such as hiring and managing people. He had handled everything when building Chen Men''s house before.


    Having done it once, he could manage it himself.


    Coincidentally, Chen Men''s bonds were due to mature today, so she cashed them all out at once.


    She first gave Chen Degong a thousand yuan to hire workers and start the project, then chased down Yan Dawei to sign a "Personal Contracting Agreement."


    With that, the job was secured.


    Chen Men brought Little Wang along as a helper to make Chen Degong''s bed and tidy up his bedding.


    Despite his unrefined demeanor, the little fellow worked diligently like a seasoned helper.


    After all, Chen Degong used to be his uncle. While Little Wang despised his grandparents, he was quite fond of Chen Degong.


    Not only did he make Chen Degong''s bed neat and tidy, but he also took the initiative to clean his father''s unused slippers thoroughly and ced them at Chen Degong''s doorstep.


    While Chen Men was signing the contract, Little Wang was wandering around, first checking out the school, then the residential area, having a great time exploring.


    Leaving the Dongfang Factory, Chen Men decided to reward the little helper for his good work and asked, "Do you want some ice cream?"


    "I have my own pocket money. I don''t need yours," Little Wang said.


    "Then why don''t you use your pocket money to treat me to a small milk popsicle?" This little miser, although Chen Men had given him pocket money, hadn''t spent a penny of it. He had even stopped drinking c recently.


    He was saving all his money, looking like he was ready to run away at any moment.


    Chen Men was genuinely worried he might try to sneak away one day, so she had to find a way to make him spend his money.


    However, she thought this little penny-pincher wouldn''t buy himself ice cream, but to her surprise, he ran into the small shop and came out with an ice cream a momentter.


    "Oh, my stomach hurts. Never mind, I won''t eat it," Chen Men said, clutching her stomach.


    Little Wang was very angry: "You liar, you''re just trying to trick me."


    "Then why don''t you eat the ice cream?" Chen Men said.


    Little Wang didn''t realize he had fallen for her trick. He unwrapped the ice cream and licked it, then jumped onto the nearby roadbed and said solemnly, "Auntie, can I discuss something with you?"


    "Go ahead," Chen Men said straightforwardly.


    "I saw Yuanyuan''s dad with that woman today," Little Wang said.


    While Chen Men was signing the contract, the little fellow had been wandering around, apparently to check on Hu Xiaomei.


    "What was she doing?" Chen Men asked.


    Little Wang pouted: "She was having people carry big air conditioners and big color TVs into the house. Also, she was with a man I really dislike."


    This flood of information left Chen Men confused: "What exactly are you trying to say?"


    Little Wang''s mouth twisted: "Never mind, I won''t say anymore."


    Chen Men could guess what he was thinking: "You want us to get a big color TV and a big air conditioner for our home too, right?"


    Little Wang pouted: "I don''t care about that stuff."


    "Why not?" Chen Men asked.


    Little Wang pouted again: "Because Zhou Xueqin bought those things for her kids too."


    Zhou Xueqin had recently be wealthy. Although she was avoiding Little Wang, she was constantly bringing home TVs and refrigerators, which Little Wang surely noticed.


    "Aren''t you Zhou Xueqin''s child?" Chen Men asked in return.


    This immediately angered Little Wang: "You want me to call you mom, but how am I suddenly Zhou Xueqin''s child?"


    Adults like to joke, but children take things seriously.


    Chen Men realized she hadn''t been particrly kind to Little Wang, and the child was very wary of her. How could he get so angry just from her little joke?


    "I''m sorry, you''re my son, okay?" Chen Men said.


    Little Wang was already running away, licking his ice cream: "Toote, I''m already angry!"


    As they were passing by the post and telmunications office, and it was still working hours, Chen Men thought she should ask Song Huaihua about the results of her medical examination.


    Entering the post office, before Chen Men could reach Song Huaihua''s small office, she heard people arguing inside.


    "Sister-inw, yes, I''ve divorced Yan Zhao now, but we used to be family, right? And I''m using our courtyard as coteral for the loan. What''s wrong with lending me some money?" It was Zhou Xueqin''s voice.


    Not only was Zhou Xueqin there, but Lu Jingyu was also present.


    Song Huaihua sat behind her desk, pping it as she spoke: "Comrade Zhou Xueqin, our post office does provide home loans, but a small rural courtyard can only secure a loan of three thousand yuan at most. You''re asking for thirty thousand yuan, which is impossible. Even if you go to the leadership, it''s still impossible."


    "Director Song, you''re both a leader and our rtive. Can''t you think of a way for us?" Lu Jingyu said with a smile.


    Song Huaihua stood up: "I''m just a small director, what kind of leader am I? Alright, it''s time for me to get off work. Goodbye."


    Clearly, Zhou Xueqin hade to apply for a loan, but Song Huaihua didn''t want to approve it.


    Zhou Xueqin was visibly dejected. After a moment of silence, she said, "Sister-inw, this is a society where money talks. You look down on me today, but don''t be envious or regretful when I make money in the future."


    Song Huaihua was about to leave her office but turned back and bluntly said, "Then go out and make money! Why are you standing here crying? Why beg me? It''s annoying enough."


    Chen Men heard this much and decided not to listen further, turning to leave.


    In her previous life, Lu Jingyu had also taken out a loan. It was her who had brought the three children to the post office to beg Song Huaihua for the loan.


    But the premise then was that Lu Jingyu''s home renovationpany already had some foundation, with dozens of employees and several big projects in hand.


    Zhou Xueqin had been reborn and wanted to recreate Lu Jingyu''s path to wealth, even aiming to get rich earlier.


    But clearly, she had taken too big a step and was about to do the splits.


    Hadn''t she failed to get this loan?


    But it didn''t matter. Although she had been reborn, Chen Men felt that even if one wanted to make money, it should be done steadily and surely.


    Money could be earned, but more importantly, there was Yuanyuan. If she had to choose between money and Yuanyuan, she would rather choose to be with Yuanyuan than to make money.


    "Men, slow down! Why are you walking so fast?" Song Huaihua had just gotten off work and was hurrying to catch up with Men, who was walking ahead.


    Chen Men stopped and asked, "Sister-inw, how were your test results?"


    "They were fine. Yan Zhao was making a fuss over nothing. I''m not pregnant," Song Huaihua replied.


    Normally, one shouldn''t gossip about other people''s marriages, but Song Huaihua had died by jumping into a well in her previous life.


    Chen Men secretly guessed that she might have died from a venereal disease. Unable to hold back, she said, "You might not have understood Yan Zhao''s meaning. It''s possible that your husband has been with prostitutes..."


    The police wouldn''t publicly announce if an officer had been with prostitutes; they would handle it internally. But Chen Men felt Song Huaihua needed to know about this.


    Song Huaihua stood still, stunned for a long while, then sighed, "Actually, I''ve suspected it for a while. I''ll just stop sleeping with him from now on. That should solve it, right?"


    "Then why don''t you get a divorce?" Chen Men asked in response.


    How to put it? Apart from his indiscretions, Yan Bin was actually quite good at home. He was willing to do housework, good with the children, and even helped them with their homework.


    He also kept promising that he would make money once he went out to sea. What was Song Huaihua supposed to do? Should she really divorce him just because he had been with prostitutes?


    "Men, I regret it so much. I sold those bonds too early and made too little profit. Next time there are good bonds avable, remember to let me know. We''ll buy them together," Song Huaihua said, taking a few steps before stomping her foot in frustration.


    Indeed, she had sold too early and now regretted it.


    People rarely find moments of contentment.


    Little Wang ran faster than Chen Men and had already reached home.


    As soon as Chen Men entered the house, she heard Yuanyuan and Ningning''s voices.


    "Uncle, these bed sheets are so pretty!" Ningning eximed.


    But Yuanyuan said, "Dad, I don''t think Mom will like them." The little girl understood her mother better, knowing that she didn''t like pink.


    By this point, Chen Men already had a bad feeling. When she looked through the window, her eyes nearly popped out of her head.


    Yan Zhao had just returned after working overtime for three days straight. Last time he came back from overtime, he had given her a big surprise with a pink bed. Today, he had an even bigger surprise.


    He had bought a set of pink bed sheets and duvet covers.


    He was in the process of putting them on the bed, apparently intending to wash the current set.


    This wouldn''t do. The pink headboard was already giving Chen Men nightmares. With a set of pink bed sheets on top of that, she''d rather die than sleep in that bed.


    "Yuanyuan, Ningning, could you two go out for a bit? Auntie needs to talk to Uncle, okay?" Chen Men said.


    Ningning didn''t want to leave; she wanted to keep touching the soft pink sheets.


    Yuanyuan tugged at her, saying, "Come on, let''s let my dad and mom have some time alone, okay?"


    As soon as the children left, Chen Men closed the door and turned to Yan Zhao, asking, "Did you buy these sheets?"


    "You don''t like them?" Yan Zhao asked in return.


    "I love them," she lied. After all, she had said she liked the pink headboard before.


    A lie told is a debt unpaid.


    Yan Zhao then pulled out four hundred-yuan notes and handed them to Chen Men, saying, "My sry for this month."


    Voluntarily handing over one''s sry is the first step towards a harmonious marriage. Little Wang and Yuanyuan were secretly peeking through the window on tiptoes. Chen Men took the money and said, "This moneyes at just the right time. I was really short on cash."


    Yan Zhao''s hand froze in mid-air, his eyes narrowing as he tried to determine if she was being sincere, given that she had just made five or six thousand yuan in one go.


    Chen Men shrank back in fear and said softly, "I really am short on money."


    Yan Zhao narrowed his eyes again, clearly not believing her.


    But the effect was very good ¨C Yuanyuan and Little Wang both broke into wide grins.


    Chen Men then decided to ask Yan Zhao about the important matter: "How long will Yan Xishan be sentenced for?"


    If he really got life imprisonment, forget about the house and car ¨C Hu Xiaomei might even sell off the coal mine, and Chen Men couldn''t just stand by and watch that happen.


    "The case is still under review, but it shouldn''t be too serious. However, you should keep this to yourself and not tell anyone else," Yan Zhao said.


    This suggested that Yan Xishan''s sentence wouldn''t be too heavy.


    In that case, wasn''t Hu Xiaomei being a bit hasty, rushing to sell the car and buy a house? And if she set her sights on the coal mine in a few days, wouldn''t that be biting off more than she could chew?


    Chen Men sat down on the edge of the bed, deciding to wait and see what Hu Xiaomei''s next move would be.


    But as soon as she sat down, Yan Zhao sat down beside her and reached out his hand.


    Chen Men suddenly felt nervous as Yan Zhao''s hand casually and gently rested on her knee.


    This dog of a man ¨C wasn''t he supposed to be very shy? So shy that she thought he wouldn''t even know how to make babies. Yet here he was, in broad daylight with the curtains open and the children skipping rope outside, potentiallying in at any moment, and he dared to touch her thigh?


    But Yan Zhao asked, "What happened to your shoes?"


    Chen Men had been to a construction site, so of course her shoes were dirty. Not only were her shoes dirty, but she had also tracked dirt onto the floor.


    "Take them off. I''ll clean them for you," Yan Zhao said.


    He was even going to clean her shoes for her?


    Of course, although Yan Zhao had been working overtime at his job, onlying home normally once every three days or so, whenever he had time, he would thoroughly clean every room, especially the kitchen. He even washed the children''s clothes.


    The new bed sheets and duvet cover, of course, needed to be washed.


    Yan Zhao had even gathered Chen Men''s clothes from the bedroom, including her underwear. Even the ones she had already washed once, he collected them all together, intending to wash them again.


    This man''s housekeeping abilities were truly unparalleled.


    After Yan Zhao finished cleaning the shoes, he started to remove the bed sheets and duvet cover. These were all new items and needed to be washed.


    As Chen Men came out of the bedroom, Little Wang pouted and turned away to hide.


    This little brat, in the words of Zhou Xueqin and Zhou Qiaofang, was an ungrateful wolf. Not only did he like to make small amounts of money here and there as a child, but he never gave any to his mother. What was even more infuriating was that he was terrible at school, excelling only in fighting and skipping sses.


    Zhou Qiaofang had onceughingly mentioned that one time, when Zhou Xueqin hit him, he didn''t hit back. When she scolded him, he didn''t talk back. So she used the awl from the sole of a cloth shoe to prick him, just to see if he would bleed, if he would cry, and if his blood was red.


    As it turned out, he did bleed, and his blood was red, but he didn''t make a sound or shed a tear.


    From this, Zhou Xueqin concluded that Little Wang was an ungrateful wolf.


    But Chen Men didn''t believe it. Today, she was determined to tease this little "ungrateful wolf."


    "Yuanyuan, Little Wang, Little Lang,e here," Chen Men called.


    Yuanyuan immediately ran over. "Mom, what is it?"


    "Your father got paid, and I''m thinking of buying something big for our home. I just asked Little Wang''s opinion about buying a color TV or an air conditioner, but he didn''t want either. I can guess what he wants, but I won''t say it, and I won''t buy it unless he''s willing toe with me," Chen Men said.


    Little Wang hade over too, but with an expression that suggested he couldn''t guess what she was thinking and definitely wouldn''t go with her.


    "A washing machine," Chen Men blurted out.


    Little Wang immediately let out a surprised "Ah!" and looked up.


    This boy wasn''t an ungrateful wolf at all. In fact, he was extremely filial ¨C to his father.


    The reason he didn''t want a big color TV or a big air conditioner was that he saw how his father woulde home and immediately start washing and cleaning, which was very tiring. He wanted Chen Men to buy a washing machine.


    Clearly, this little one just needed someone who knew how to guide him.


    The little fellow cried, but as he cried, the corners of his mouth started to turn up, and soon he was smiling through his tears.

 Chapter 33

    "How much does a washing machine cost?" Yan Zhao asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men estimated, trying to lowball it: "It should be over a hundred yuan."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "If Little Wang wants one, let''s buy it. Use my money." The man who had just received his sry was different now; Yan Zhao made the decision.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Currently, the cheapest washing machines cost over a hundred yuan, but the more expensive ones could cost three to four hundred. Although Chen Men said they''d buy the cheapest one, when she took Little Wang to the department store, she still chose a Toshiba twin-tub washing machine for 480 yuan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although it was still manual, it could both wash and spin, which was much more convenient than a single-tub machine.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Washing machines were now considered affordable big-ticket items for most people, and Toshiba was a brand that even backdoor connections couldn''t get you. Chen Men paid the money, chose the model, and got a queue number. It wasn''t until the following weekend that Yan Zhao could queue up to bring it home.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan and Little Lang weren''t interested in the washing machine.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, it was allowance day, and Chen Men had given them their new weekly pocket money. Little Lang had taken it upon himself to let Yuanyuan manage his allowance. The two ran in and out, buying popsicles and sorghum candy, eating with great delight.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang was busy trying out the new washing machine with his father.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They were washing the pink bedsheet that Yan Zhao had specially set asidest week.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But the current power supply was terrible. Just as Yan Zhao plugged in the washing machine, Little Wang shouted, "Dad, the TV turned off by itself!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So Yan Zhao unplugged the TV and plugged in the washing machine. After washing for a while, Little Wang ran to the kitchen and started shouting again, "Dad, the fridge has no power!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Alright, they unplugged both and plugged in the washing machine again. This time it started running well.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So, Little Wang plugged the fridge and TV back in.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Soon, the whole vige was shouting, "Why is there another power outage?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Well, the entire vige''s electricity had been burned out by Men''s family.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Since Yan Zhao came home early and took over the housework, Chen Men could free up her hands to cook.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But in the blink of an eye, Teacher Huang was calling her from outside.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Today was the weekend, and also the day for tying the first-floor rebar circles at her construction site. The first-floor rebar circles were the most visible ce for quality inspection. If they weren''t tied properly and the ground cracked, there was basically no need to inspect other areas; it would already be considered a substandard project.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Teacher Huang should have been supervising the whole process today, so why did he get off work so early?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Did something happen?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Men, go and persuade your sister-inw. She says she wants to abort the baby." Teacher Huang was so anxious he was stomping his feet and almost crying.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Recently, Third Sister-inw Huang had been on bed rest to protect the pregnancy. How could she suddenly want to abort the child?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Teacher Huang, did you say something to upset her?" Chen Men asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Teacher Huang ran his hand through his graying hair, still needing to hurry back to the construction site: "Today she suddenly said she had a dream during her afternoon nap. She saw Xiaoxiang, and the child was crying, wanting toe home. She probably doesn''t want to have another Xiaoxiang, so she wants to abort."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was serious. Chen Men indeed needed to go and persuade Third Sister-inw Huang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The couple was only in their forties. If they didn''t have a child, they would be lonely and miserable in their old age, even more pitiful than her in her previous life.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, she had only visited Third Sister-inw Huang on the day she was diagnosed with pregnancy. After that, she had been busy with the construction work and hadn''t visited her again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Of course, she couldn''t go empty-handed. After leaving home, she first went to the state-owned grain store and bought ten jin of high-quality rapeseed oil. Then she went to the vegetable market. Among the several meat stalls, she still preferred the meat from the meat processing factory. The pork was fatty and the weight was generous. She bought five jin of fatty pork belly. Seeing the eggs piled in straw nests next to it, each one round, white, andrge, she simply bought five jin of eggs as well.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Third Sister-inw Huang''s house was just opposite Chen Men''s, separated by three courtyards.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Before her rebirth, why did Chen Men like this vige?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was because although Yanguan Vige had its share of bad people, overall, the people here were warm-hearted.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It had only been seven or eight days since Third Sister-inw Huang was diagnosed with pregnancy, but every day there would be several students'' parentsing to visit her, bringing eggs or milk powder, in an endless stream.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even many high school students who had been taught by Teacher Huang in the past would ride their bicycles to visit their teacher''s wife.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had just reached the door when she saw two children on bicyclesughing and chatting as they rode away.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At this moment, Third Sister-inw Huang was crying to someone inside the house: "In my dream, I heard Xiaoxiang calling me, saying he wanted toe home. I feel like he doesn''t want this little one, so I should just abort it."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was about to lift the curtain when she heard Yan Zhao''s voice: "Sister-inw, I think Xiaoxiang might have heard about your pregnancy in theherworld and was happy, that''s why he appeared in your dream. I solemnly promise you, I will definitely investigate the truth about Xiaoxiang''s car ident case and let the child''s soul rest in peace. I''ll investigate the truth, and you give birth to this child, how about that?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Wasn''t he just at home dealing with theundry? How did hee to visit Teacher Huang as well?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And, was he Teacher Huang''s student when he was young?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hearing Yan Zhao mention his son''s case, Teacher Huang drew in a sharp breath.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Third Sister-inw Huang burst into tears: "Really?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men''s scalp tingled.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Teacher Huang''s son, Huang Xiaoxiang, was handsome, smart, considerate, and had an exceptionally good temper. When he was alive, he often helped Chen Men with odd jobs, like helping to empty the manure pit, cleaning up garbage, and whenever it snowed, he would sweep the roads of the entire vige.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even for the dirtiest andziest old man in the vige, Old Man Yan, whose clothes and socks his son and daughter-inw were toozy to care for, Xiaoxiang would help wash them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After that child was gone, the whole vige never regained its cheerfulness. When Old Lady Yan Xishan was dying, she held her daughter-inw''s hand and instructed that if the hit-and-run driver who killed little Huang was ever caught, they must light incense to tell her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Finding the culprit wasn''t just Third Sister-inw Huang''s unresolved issue, but the entire vige''s.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Sure enough, Third Sister-inw Huang asked Yan Zhao with a trembling voice: "How can you investigate? Wasn''t it said that it was an unlicensed truck? The person has fled who knows where. How can you investigate?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "As long as I have patience, I will definitely find out," Yan Zhao said. "I was one of Teacher Huang''s first students, and I watched Xiaoxiang grow up. As long as you focus on having this baby, I promise I will investigate this matter thoroughly."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "So, should I have this child?" Third Sister-inw Huang hesitated.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I promise you, before you give birth, I will make sure this case is solved," Yan Zhao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "By the way, Men is really nice. She was too wronged with Xishan before. You should treat her well," Third Sister-inw Huang added.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao was silent for a moment before saying, "In terms of being a good person, I''m certainly better than Xishan, but I''m not good at making money."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was suddenly shocked. This cold-faced, hard-hearted man was actually quite insecure inside.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And he was insecure about not being able to make money like Yan Xishan?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had never expected this.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So when facing Yan Xishan, did he feel inferior?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In this era of intion, where nouveau riche were springing up like mushrooms after rain in the 1990s, public servants like them could never make money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    How should shefort and guide Yan Zhao about this?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But at this moment, Sister-inw Huang actuallyughed: "Yan Zhao, you should understand, if people like you could make money, this country would be finished."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Teacher Huang also smiled bitterly: "If Men hadn''t introduced me to work at her brother''s construction site, wouldn''t I also be poor as a church mouse? But someone has to do the job of teaching, someone has to do police work. Yan Zhao, you need to think positively."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hearing Sister-inw Huang''s words from outside, Chen Men felt as if she had been struck by a bell, or received a sudden enlightenment.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although Sister-inw Huang might seem rough and sharp-tongued, her reasoning was not rough at all.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao was the captain of the investigation team in a branch of the Public Security Bureau, overseeing mines, coal, various factories, nightclubs, and all ces where nouveau riche might emerge.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Every day, he came into contact with people who had suddenly be wealthy. If he didn''t lock his drawer, there would be many people stuffing cash into it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If he was willing to amass wealth indiscriminately, if he also went to make money...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Wouldn''t that just prove that the country''s judicial system, from top to bottom, hadpletely copsed?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If the judicial system copsed, wouldn''t the entire country be finished?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The country''s prosperity and development came from these nouveau riche, but didn''tw and order and stabilitye from judicial personnel like Yan Zhao?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was initially in a hurry, but upon hearing this, she felt that she didn''t need to persuade the child herself, as Third Sister-inw Huang would give birth anyway. She simply left all the items in Third Sister-inw Huang''s kitchen and returned home.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Back at home, Little Wang was helping his father wash clothes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His father''s pink bedsheet was specifically put in the washing machine to be spun today.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As a matter of course, seeing that the water in the washing machine had already cleared, she prepared to turn off the machine and hang the clothes. However, as soon as she twisted the knob, the washing machine stopped washing, but with a nging sound, it suddenly started to jump.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang dropped the snake-skin hose and came to shut off the machine: "You''re supposed to be the mother, and you can''t even handle this. You turned the wrong part; that''s the spin-dry barrel."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Quickly turn it off." They had just washed the clothes, and now they were about to run wild all over the yard.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang gave it a twist, and sure enough, the washing machine bounced a few times and then stopped.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Alright, I can wash and hang the clothes myself. You go make dinner. You''ve been running to the construction site a lottely, and dinner''s beente. Little Lang must be starving," Little Wang said as he scooped clothes from therge tub into the spin-dry barrel, carefully putting the lid on.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    There was a knack to putting on that stic lid of the spin-dry barrel. It had to be bnced just right for it to spin; otherwise, it wouldn''t work.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men felt that since she had done this before, she knew the principle, and guessed that Little Wang hadn''t yet mastered the trick.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing the young man acting as if he knew everything better than anyone else, she wanted to wait for him to make a mistake so she could teach him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But as soon as he turned it on, with a swoosh, the washing machine started to spin-dry.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Waste water flowed out from the water pipe towards the drain by the door. In less than four minutes, when they took the clothes out, they were already half-dry.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Big brother Wang is really capable," Yuanyuan said sincerely.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang chuckled and stuck out his tongue.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He disliked little girls the most, but he was nice to Yuanyuan at the moment because she could sing sweet songs.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing that it was about to get dark, Chen Degong was still at the construction site. Although he always cooked for himself at the site, and after being scared by his second brotherst time, this time when his elder sister-inw wanted toe along to help him cook, he didn''t even want her to.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had bought a chicken today and nned to cook it all in one pot, then take half of it over to let Chen Degong treat the workers to a meal.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After all, today they had to tie steel bars and pour the concrete floor all at once, which would keep them busy all night. Farm workers rarely ate meat, and giving them some meat to eat would give them the strength to work.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was chopping the chicken in the kitchen when Little Lang came trotting in and stuffed something into her mouth: "Mama eat."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was half a sausage, and it smelled quite good.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Little Lang, even if your brother bought it, you shouldn''t eat any more snacks. Your belly is too full; you''ll turn into a little fatty this way," Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang stubbornly insisted: "Grandma gave it, I give it to Mama to eat."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This child didn''t have a grandmother.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Yuanyuan, did you buy sausages for Little Lang today? You shouldn''t buy them anymore in the future, understand?" Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan ran in: "No, Mama, what''s a sausage?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Half a sausage, branded "Chundu," had just be popr in this era. There were advertisements on TV, but it wasn''t sold outside yet.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The child took a deep sniff: "So this is a sausage. It smells really good."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men, holding the half sausage, thought for a moment and went next door.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Qin Yu, do you give Ningning pocket money? Has she ever bought sausages for Little Lang?" she asked first.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qin Yu smiled: "Sausages? Aren''t these not avable in the market yet? It smells really good."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ningning jumped up: "I know, I know! An olddy gave it to Little Lang. I wanted to eat it too, but Little Lang wouldn''t give me any."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    What would be known as "junk food" in the future was a luxury item now.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "By the way, Qin Yu, did Ningning sign up for the paint factory selection? Was she chosen in the end?" Chen Men asked again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qin Yu sighed: "Don''t even mention it. They wanted a little boy, and a chubby one at that. They wanted the child to act as if the paint smelled good, smear it all over their body and put it in their mouth. How could that be okay? Wouldn''t that be making my daughter eat paint? I''d have to be crazy to let my daughter do that."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Returning home, Little Lang was still following Chen Men with half a sausage.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The little one wanted to save it for his mom, but he was really craving it, so he would lick it once, then offer it to Chen Men. Seeing that she wouldn''t take it, he would lick it again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men bent down and looked at Little Lang for a while, then asked the little silly: "Am I your mama?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Yes."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What''s my name?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Um, Zhou Xueqin... I think," Little Lang said after thinking for a moment.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Who told you that?" Chen Men asked again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Grandma... I think. She said not to forget mama, to love mama," Little Lang said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men took the sausage, took a big bite, then said: "Now go home and runps in the yard. The more you run, the better."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Runps?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Don''t want to, tired." He was a littlezy bones.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men patted his bottom: "Mama will fry some sausages for you to eatter."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The sausage already smelled good, if it was fried, wouldn''t it smell even better?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Shaking his chubby bottom, Little Lang went into the yard and really started runningps around it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Coming out of Qin Yu''s house, Chen Men wasn''t in a hurry to go home. Although there weren''t any of these stic-wrapped little sausages sold outside, there were vendors selling garlic sausages in the market. Those needed to be pan-fried and tasted even better than these.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After buying a string of garlic sausages, Chen Men needed to go to the First Team.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If she guessed correctly, the person who had given Little Lang the sausage earlier should be Zhou Xueqin''s mother, Wu Lianlian.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin herself had abandoned the child, either out of shame or fear that the child would cling to her, and didn''t dare to show her face.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Her mother hade to give Little Lang the sausage.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just the other day, Chen Men had run into Zhou Xueqin trying to borrow money from Song Huaihua but getting turned down.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A few dayster, she heard Song Huaihua say that Lu Jingyu had bought some bonds and lost quite a bit of money, and the two of them were really depressed for a while.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So Zhou Xueqin wanted to make big money, but any business needed capital, and she was currentlycking capital because she had lost it all.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had just been reborn and had signed up Lv Erniu, wanting her to endorse paint, but that must have fallen through too, because Lv Erniu was ugly and the paint factory didn''t want her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Originally, Chen Men thought it was just idental paint ingestion, which would have been okay, at least Erniu was older and definitely wouldn''t identally ingest paint.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But now it seemed the factory deliberately wanted to cover the child in paint from head to toe and even have the child eat paint.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And Zhou Xueqin, she knew about this.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Also, Chen Men had always been biased in her impression of Little Wang and Little Lang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Because not only her sister-inw, but even Jinbao, Zhenzhu, and Baozhu, when mentioning Little Wang and Little Lang, would just shake their heads.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, Little Lang was too young to remember things, and although Little Wang was close to Yan Zhao, from the time they had lived together, Chen Men had also observed that he never mentioned his birth mother in front of anyone, not even Yan Zhao, and had never said a bad word about Zhou Xueqin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was normal, just like Yuanyuan, even though Yan Xishan would point at her nose and scold her for being a money-losingmodity and a disgrace to him whenever he was drunk.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yuanyuan would never say anything bad about Yan Xishan in front of anyone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Because children are born to their parents, and children don''t speak ill of their parents, this is human nature.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But just because children don''t say anything, doesn''t mean their parents are truly good.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just like Zhou Xueqin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If Chen Men was only guessing before, she now dared to be certain that Little Lang had fallen ill because he had been made to endorse paint for the factory.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Having a child covered in paint and eating paint would make consumers feel that the factory''s paint was safe.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In her previous life, Zhou Xueqin could say she didn''t know either, after all, in this era, people didn''t have knowledge about toxic paint, but hadn''t she been reborn now?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Couldn''t she find anywhere else to make money? Did she have to sell her son again?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If Zhou Xueqin really still wanted to let Little Lang participate in the paint factory''s selection, then she wasn''t human, she was simply as cruel as a snake or scorpion, worse than pigs and dogs.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men didn''t mind having a private confrontation between reborn women with her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even if it meant ruining Zhou Xueqin''s face, she wanted to ask Zhou Xueqin why she would do such a thing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, before she even entered the First Team, she ran into the vige chief Yan Yong''s wife, Liu Xiaohong. Liu Xiaohong had quite a fiery personality, and since they were sisters-inw, they naturally considered themselves family.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Men, why are you here?" Liu Xiaohong asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Before Chen Men could speak, Liu Xiaohong pursed her lips: "You probably don''t know, but Zhou Xueqin left our First Team today and went to the capital."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin had actually gone to the capital?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Was it Zhou''s Mother who took it upon herself to give Little Lang sausages to eat?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Another woman said, "I overheard the couple talking. They said they were going to resell some treasury bonds, which is extremely profitable. They also took that chubby girl with them, saying there''s a children''s singingpetition in the capital, and if she participates, she could be a little star."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Er Niu''s singing foundation was indeed impressive, and she had a particrly strongpetitive spirit. She was also good at stage performances, so it wasn''t impossible that she could be a little star if she entered thepetition.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for Zhou Xueqin''s talk about reselling treasury bonds, it was like this: the government had recently banned the local buying and selling of treasury bonds, but they could still be traded in different regions. This gave rise to arge number of people engaged in inter-regional treasury bond trading. Some people could make tens of thousands of yuan overnight, but any money-making business carries risks. Among those people, it wasn''t justpetition; for the sake of grabbing treasury bonds, some even resorted to murder for money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was a business where you could either be rich overnight or die suddenly. Zhou Xueqin could be described as both wild and spicy in this lifetime.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, since she hadn''tid a finger on Little Lang, Chen Men decided not to say anything.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As Chen Men was about to leave, Liu Xiaohong added, "Oh, by the way, Zhou Xueqin came up with an advertising slogan for a sausage factory. It''s called ''The Dancing Sausage.'' They used it and gave her several boxes of sausages. Her mother is out there selling them. I bought a few. Men, do you want some? I can give you a couple."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So, while Chen Men was thinking up advertisements for mattresses, Zhou Xueqin had done the same for a sausage factory?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And the sausages Zhou''s Mother gave to Little Lang weren''t even bought, but were freebies from the sausage factory?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She wouldn''t even give a single sausage to Little Wang, only to Little Lang, and wanted him to remember his birth mother forever?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    How could this maternal love be so cheap?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Upon returning to the vige, she happened to run into Yan Zhaoing out of Teacher Huang''s house.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Where did you go?" Yan Zhao asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men smiled, "Nowhere special. Let''s go home, I have something to tell you."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She hadn''t expected this man would feel inferior because of her ability to make money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Nor had she imagined that Zhou''s Mother could stoop so low, using a few free sausages to buy cheap maternal love.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She needed to have a good talk with Yan Zhao about all these things.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After all, as Third Sister-inw Huang had said, if Yan Zhao really knew how to make money and get rich, this country would be doomed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And if Little Wang and Little Lang were to be touched by Zhou''s Mother, who had already brought down a wool factory, they would probably be doomed too!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 34

    Little Lang was running in circles, covered in sweat and panting heavily, but still not stopping.


    Little Wang and Yuanyuan were working together to hang up a set of pink bed sheets and pillowcases.


    It waste August, and Xiping City was known as one of the four furnaces of Hua Country. Cicadas were buzzing in the backyard, and it was so hot that people were sweating just sitting still. The bed sheets had barely been hung up and were already visibly starting to dry.


    "This washing machine is great, the spin-dried clothes dry so quickly," Little Wang said excitedly.


    Yuanyuan thought it wasn''t drying fast enough, so she kept fanning the sheets with a banana leaf.


    Chen Men had promised Little Lang some fried sausages, but she didn''t have any ham sausages, only homemade garlic sausages bought from the market.


    The garlic sausages were very meaty, and Chen Men was worried about Little Lang''s little tummy getting too full, so she only used a tiny bit of oil.


    "Ask your mom what smells so good," said Little Wang, who couldn''t control his appetite and always liked to sneak some food, never daring to enter the kitchen much.


    Yuanyuan wasn''t happy to hear this: "That''s your mom too, why don''t you ask her yourself? Is it so hard to call her ''Mom''?"


    "You ask then. I found a broken radio yesterday, if I can fix it, I''ll y some music for you."


    Just as Yuanyuan was about to reply, Ningning called her from outside.


    Little Wang asked Yuanyuan, "Guess what Ningning wants to do?"


    Yuanyuan said, "y with me, of course."


    Little Wang smirked, "You''re so naive. Haven''t you noticed? She neveres when my dad''s not here, only when he is. Why? Because your mom never lets her jump on our bed, but my dad does. So now she wants to jump on our bed."


    Yuanyuan was a simple girl. She thought about it carefully and realized it did seem to be true.


    Dad was more lenient with her and Ningning, but particrly strict with Little Wang and Little Lang.


    "Oh yeah, Dad does seem to treat me and Ningning better than you two."


    Little Wang pouted, looking hurt, and said nothing more.


    Little Lang had been sitting obediently on a small stool in the kitchen since he first smelled the aroma, waiting for the garlic sausages to be ready. As they were almost done frying, he couldn''t wait and tried to reach for them. Chen Men, worried about getting oil on his hands, cut the sausages into slices and put them in a small bowl.


    The child reached out to take it, but Chen Men pulled it away: "Tell me again, what''s Mama''s name?"


    "Zhou Xueqin?"


    "My name is Chen Men, not Zhou Xueqin. You have another mother named Zhou Xueqin, understand?" Chen Men said.


    She couldn''t deny that Zhou Xueqin was Little Lang''s birth mother, but she couldn''t let the child think she was Zhou Xueqin.


    "You are my mama," Little Lang got angry when he heard this and shouted, "Little Lang doesn''t want another mama!"


    Little Wang and Yuanyuan hade in too, and because of what Little Lang said, Chen Men asked Little Wang, "Howe Little Lang doesn''t remember his other mother at all?"


    Little Wang picked up the bowl, licked a sausage first, and said nonchntly, "Because his other mom always lived in the city, so he rarely saw her."


    "Then who breastfed him when he was little?" Children don''t start running as soon as they''re born, they need to be nursed for at least the first year. The bond between mother and child is usually formed during this time.


    Little Wang was about to bite into a garlic sausage when Chen Men added some vinegar and a bit of chili oil.


    Now the sausages smelled even better. The little guy let his guard down and said casually, "His mom went south right after he was born. He grew up on form milk fed by me and my grandpa."


    Chen Men knew about this. Zhou Xueqin and her brother had taken a truckload of fabric down south, hoping to make a big profit, but identally burned it all in a fire.


    When they came back, to avoid debt collectors, they rented out their house and the family had been hiding in rented ces ever since.


    If Chen Men had been worried before that Zhou''s Mother might coax Little Lang away, she wasn''t worried now. Little Lang was ate bloomer, slow to develop mentally. Zhou Xueqin and Zhou''s Mother''s group rarely saw him because they were hiding from debt, so it''s no wonder he didn''t remember his birth mother.


    Chen Men gave each person a small bowl with half a bowl of garlic sausages, arranging for the two older ones. Seeing Yan Zhao in her bedroom, she went in and said, "Captain Yan..."


    Yan Zhao was sitting cross-legged on the kang bed, rummaging through her cab.


    Seeing Chen Mene in, he stood up, looming like a dark cloud, and walked to her side. "Go on," he said.


    Chen Men didn''t mention Zhou Xueqin at first, because she wasn''t sure if Zhou''s Mother''s visit was on Zhou Xueqin''s orders.


    But as soon as she mentioned Zhou''s Mother, Yan Zhao called out, "Little Wang!"


    Little Wang, who had been fixing the radio, dropped it and came in immediately. "Here!"


    "Now memorize my office phone number. Remember, 8837988. If your grandmother appears within your sight, call me immediately, understand?" Yan Zhao said.


    This scene frightened Chen Men.


    Fortunately, Yan Zhao immediately exined, "This child''s uncle is short on money, and it seems his grandmother always likes to take clothes off Little Wang and Little Lang. We can''t let her get away with this habit. That olddy is quite troublesome, she doesn''t daree openly, always sneaking around. If she dares toe again, have Little Wang call me. I need to have a good talk with her."


    Yan Zhao probably hadn''t met his mother-inw since returning from the army, but while Little Wang wouldn''t tell on his mom to his dad, he would definitely tell on his grandmother.


    Having dad''s support made all the difference. Little Wang looked quite happy: "Dad, did my grandmothere?"


    "Yes. Go memorize the phone number. I''ll check on youter," Yan Zhao said.


    Little Wang saluted, "I promise toplete the mission."


    Seeing Little Wang leave, he turned and asked Chen Men, "Anything else?"


    How should she say this?


    How tofort a man who appears strong and decisive on the outside, but is indeed insecure about not being able to earn money himself?


    Chen Men decided to give an ount: "The bonds you told me to buy made over five thousand." This was indirectly praising him, saying she knew how to do it, which should encourage him, right?


    The money was indirectly earned by him too!


    Yan Zhao moved even closer to her, blocking out the evening suning through the window.


    "Go on..." he said.


    Judging by his expression, he didn''t believe it at all.


    Chen Men turned away from Yan Zhao and continued, "I''m not that bold, but my older brother took on a small project, and I invested a bit of money. We should make a little profit, so we shouldn''t be so tight on money."


    But just then, Little Lang suddenly started crying outside, and Yuanyuan was shouting too. It sounded like they were fighting over a bowl.


    Yan Zhao was almost pressed against Chen Men now. It was hot, they were wearing thin clothes, and she could feel his heartbeat.


    But he seemed to be looking outside too, because hearing Yuanyuan whimpering, he asked Chen Men, "Did Little Lang take something from Yuanyuan?"


    Although Little Lang and Little Wang had never bullied Yuanyuan, this man had a habit of immediately asking if his children were bullying hers.


    This was actually the wisest approach for a man in a second marriage.


    Men always tend to scold their own children, but that doesn''t mean they don''t love them.


    Superficial kindness is just politeness; everyone keeps their love for their own children in their hearts.


    Take Lu Jingyu for example, on the surface he treated everyone equally, even being a bit nicer to Yuanyuan.


    But when it came to education, he only invested heavily in his own children, being especially strict with Lu Dabao. That''s what you call true fatherly love.


    Seeing that Yuanyuan had given her bowl to Little Lang, and they clearly weren''t fighting over meat, Chen Men felt relieved.


    So she continued with what she was saying: "Actually, we''re not missing any big items at home. We should livefortably, buy what we need, and not skimp. But don''t worry, I won''t waste money, and I won''t break thew."


    "Keep going," Yan Zhao''s voice was particrly deep.


    But suddenly he put his hand on her shoulder, and one arm wrapped around her chest.


    This man was very sturdy, and his body was cool. His skin was rough and very dry. On such a hot day, he wasn''t sweating at all.


    They say only people with particrly good physiques have cool body temperatures. Like Yan Xishan, who was always sweating and sticky, because he was weak.


    The room was a bit dark and very hot. Suddenly, with his arm around her, Chen Men''s whole body broke out in goosebumps.


    "Why did you stop talking?" He actually had the nerve to ask.


    At the same time, his lips were by her ear, his scorching breath burning her ear.


    How could she continue talking when he was like this?


    "Let me tell you something," he said, likely just wanting to whisper, as his lips lingered by her ear and he began speaking: "I''ve always suspected it was Yan Xishan who hit Teacher Huang''s son Xiang, but thankfully it wasn''t, so Shengnan''s parents'' records can remain clean."


    Chen Men didn''t dare turn around, because then she would have touched his lips.


    But she still asked, "Did you find out who it was?"


    Yan Zhao said, "The case is quite difficult to investigate, because we need to reconstruct the tire tracks from Little Xiang''s autopsy photos, and then check all therge trucks in the entire Jindong District, examining them one by one. It''s an extremely time-consuming process, but..."


    Chen Men was indeed very curious about whose ck truck had killed Little Xiang.


    The key issue was that two years had passed, making it hard to track down the vehicle and the person.


    Chen Men leaned in closer with her ear, and Yan Zhao''s breath grew heavier. He suddenly exhaled and then quickly grazed her ear with his lips.


    It was a swift, rough sensation, with a slight stinging pain. She even felt the collision of his teeth and the urge to bite.


    This time it seemed real; this man definitely wanted to do something naughty.


    Chen Men instinctively dodged, and Yan Zhao abruptly stepped back, striding out of the room with his ears still red.


    Because Little Lang came in holding a bowl: "Mommy, my meat."


    "What''s wrong?"


    Little Lang held out the bowl: "A bird pooped on my meat."


    It turned out that earlier, the children weren''t fighting over meat, but were eating sausages from their bowls when a house martin flew by and left a white dropping in Little Lang''s bowl, rendering the child''s meat inedible.


    "Don''t worry, Mommy will fry some more for you."


    Chen Men looked back at the cab. Since Yan Zhao had mentioned Little Xiang''s case, she thought he might have been looking for evidence rted to Yan Xishan, but she found that Yan Zhao had already neatly folded the clothes in the cab for her, arranged in rows like troops at a military parade.


    The tidiness of the clothes in the cab gave her intense satisfaction.


    Yuanyuan was washing dishes in the kitchen and saw Chen Mene in with a puzzled look: "Mom, why are your ears so red?"


    "It''s not just your ears, your face is red too. Do you have a fever?" Yuanyuan added.


    "Go on out, Mom''s going to make us something to eat," Chen Men said.


    That night, the pink bed sheets and duvet cover, freshly washed and sun-dried, emitted a fragrant aroma. Yan Zhao had made the bed himself.


    Actually, Little Lang and Little Wang both wanted to sleep there, especially badly, but Ningning insisted on sleeping over that day.


    Yuanyuan didn''t really want her there, but Ningning swore to tell Yuanyuan a little secret about herself and to share lots of whispered confidences.


    So Yuanyuan let Ningning stay, and the two little girls cuddled up together, sleeping soundly on the big pink memory foam mattress.


    Early the next morning, Chen Men had just finished cooking a pot of chicken to take to Chen Degong.


    However, today Chen Men yed a little trick. When Yuanyuan asked her what time she''d be back, she deliberately said loudly outside the courtyard that she wouldn''t return until the afternoon.


    But actually, after delivering the chicken to the construction site, she turned right around and ran home.


    Little Wang had picked up a broken radio yesterday and tinkered with it for ages without sess. Seeing how pitiful the child looked, Chen Men gave him money today to buy a new one, along with a few cassette tapes.


    With this errand done, she jogged all the way back, ready to catch Zhou''s Mother in the act.


    But she still arrived a bitte. A woman in her fifties was at her door, and upon seeing her appear at the vige entrance, she dashed away in a sh, running faster than a rabbit.


    From behind, it was clearly Zhou''s Mother.


    Little Wang strutted back proudly, carrying a brand new radio along with several original cassette tapes. He passed by his grandmother, who suddenly darted down another small path.


    It seemed the old woman was very afraid of Little Wang. Next time, she should leave Little Wang at home specifically to guard against her.


    Although they had a TV, Yuanyuan liked to sing and listen to cassette tapes.


    Little Wang''s purchases perfectly suited her taste - Li Lingyu, Feng Fei-fei, Chen Fangyuan - all the current popr songs.


    Little Lang held a sausage in his hand and offered it to Men: "Mommy, Grandma gave me this sausage."


    Chen Men took the sausage and called Little Wang and Yuanyuan over as well: "Mommy needs to tell you something very important. You must listen carefully, okay?"


    Children all like to eat snacks, but it''s not good to get used to eating food given by strangers.


    As we enter the 1990s, there are so many child abduction cases, and aren''t they all lured with food?


    If Little Lang got used to casually eating things from others, what if someone tricked him away?


    "Yesterday, a child in the First Brigade ate a sausage bought by a stranger and got a stomachache when he got home. Do you know why?" Chen Men asked.


    Little Lang looked very serious: "Why, Mommy?"


    "Because some people are very bad and purposely put medicine in the sausages that makes people''s stomachs hurt. They give these to other people''s children, and when the children eat them, they get stomachaches." Chen Men was soft-hearted after all and afraid of scaring the children, so she put it rather mildly.


    But the world isplex, and the children had heard even more terrifying things. Yuanyuan and Little Wang said in unison: "Some people even put rat poison in snacks to kill children."


    Little Lang was frightened and cried out, while Yuanyuan''s little face scrunched up, her eyebrows forming a figure eight, looking exactly like her uncle, speechless for a long time.


    Chen Men not only had to take Little Lang to throw away this sausage, but also stomped on it twice. Then she said: "So Little Lang can only eat sausages that Mommy gives you. Even if it''s from Grandma, you can''t eat it from anyone else, okay?"


    Children are still easy to convince. Little Lang nodded obediently: "Mm-hmm, not even from Grandma."


    Little Wang, however, looked vignt: "Little Lang, did Grandmae to find you again?"


    Little Lang still looked confused: "She said she was Grandma." The child didn''t actually recognize that old woman.


    But Little Wang knew her, and he pointed at Little Lang''s nose, embellishing the story: "That''s not Grandma, that''s the Big Bad Wolf Grandma. She specializes in giving rat poison to children. Next time she tries to trick you, you absolutely can''t go out."


    Not to mention that Chen Men was about to dieughing at Little Wang''s serious demeanor, Little Lang was indeed frightened silly. Suddenly his eyes bulged like copper bells: "Bite the Big Bad Wolf Grandma to death."


    Zhou''s Mother couldn''t possiblye every day with her hit-and-run tactics, after all, she didn''t live in Yanguan Vige, and it wasn''t easy to make the trip.


    What Chen Men worried about was the old woman trying to get the children used to epting food from her.


    She was concerned the children might get in the habit of eating things given by strangers in the future.


    Since Little Wang was so vignt, she felt reassured.


    Building a cafeteria for the Dongfang Group was just a small job, but it was their first time contracting a project, and the process went more smoothly than expected. Moreover, Chen Degong and Teacher Huang calcted the construction period and found it wouldn''t even take two months. With a push, they could finish the job in just one month.


    Now, basically all the materials had arrived, and Chen Men needed to do a final ounting to check the costs.


    Then it would be time to calcte the workers'' wages.


    Currently, skilledborers earned three yuan a day, while unskilled workers got two yuan. They carried bricks and cement, each more reckless than thest.


    But with so few construction sites avable, if you weren''t hardworking, you wouldn''t have any work at all.


    As she calcted, Chen Men couldn''t help but sigh: physicalbor was so undervalued, the migrant workers were truly shedding their sweat for nothing.


    Oh right, in her past life she didn''t know that the Sanbao Paint Factory intentionally used substandard paint to harm people, but now that she knew, she definitely needed to write a letter to report them.


    These days, the work of the industrial andmercial tax departments was not just badpared to the public security bureau, it was worse than worse.


    However, Chen Men''s report was cleverly written. Instead of sending it to the Industrial and Commercial Office, she wrote to the Public Security Bureau, saying thepany was involved with organized crime. Now that there was a special crackdown on criminal organizations, which private business owner wasn''t involved in some way? If you weren''t involved with criminal elements, you couldn''t do business. So in fact, she was indirectly reporting this to Yan Zhao.


    She might not trust others, but she trusted Yan Zhao. He would definitely handle it.


    After writing and mailing the letter, she returned home to find Little Wang ying music for Yuanyuan. Sometimes it was "Just Like Your Tenderness," then "Cherish Tonight," and then it changed to "In the Fields of Hope."


    Yuanyuan listened for a while, and when she saw Chen Mene in, she looked at her rather embarrassed: "Mom?"


    "What is it?" Chen Men asked her daughter.


    Yuanyuan seemed to make up her mind and said, "Mom, I don''t want to be friends with Ningning anymore."


    "Why is that?" Chen Men asked again.


    Yuanyuan pouted and said, "She told me that Dad loves me more, and asked me to tell Dad to send Little Wang and Little Lang away. Then Dad would be mine alone."


    Little Wang was outside listening to music. He had been humming "In the Fields of Hope," when suddenly he bit his lip, caught off guard.


    It was said how pitiful these two children were. They had a mysterious grandmother who needed to be caught, a biological father, and now a stepmother. And with a stepmother, it''s said that in most cases, even the biological father would be like a stepmother.


    However, Chen Men believed in her daughter. Although she was a bit naive, she had a kind heart and good character.


    "How did you respond to her?" she asked deliberately.

 Chapter 35

    "I said my original name was Zhaodi, and Little Lang and Little Wang are the brother and sister I brought in. I must have them," Yuanyuan said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In life, children have their own difficulties, and adults have theirs. The good intentions of adults are often iprehensible from a child''s perspective.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Was Yan Zhao really not good to his two sons? Of course not. He worked outside all day, with little time at home. Being good to his sons wasn''t enough; he had to be good to Chen Men so that she would be good to his sons.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So Yan Zhao''s behavior wasn''t favoritism towards Yuanyuan. Being good to Yuanyuan was the smartest approach in their marital rtionship.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ningning had misunderstood, while Yuanyuan genuinely liked her brother and sister.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hearing her daughter say this, Chen Men felt relieved. She said, "You did the right thing. It''s better to have more children in the family. Little Wang can help you y music, Little Lang can sleep with you every night. Ningning doesn''t have that, right?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan nodded seriously and exined to Chen Men, "Actually, I didn''t want herst night, but she said she wanted to tell me a little secret."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang abruptly turned off the radio: "What secret?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The little rascal, pretending not to listen, but hearing everything.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "She said our Xiping Film Studio needs a little singer for a movie, and she''s going for a singing audition today," Yuanyuan said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ningning''s vocal condition was quite average; she was mainly good at ying piano because of her mother''s strict upbringing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But she was still a child after all. Because of her pretty looks and good overall conditions, Qin Yu had always wanted to groom her daughter into a child star, and was looking for opportunities everywhere.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men sensed her daughter''s intention: "So do you want to go too?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang blurted out: "Why don''t you go? You sing much better than Ningning."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan might not believe her mother''s praise, but Little Wang had never directlyplimented her before. This was the first time, and the little girl suddenly felt confident: "Really?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Of course it''s true, I hear you singing next door every night," Little Wang couldn''t help saying.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men understood her daughter. Because she had been despised by Yan Xishan since childhood, although she sang well, she alwayscked confidence in herself. So she said, "If you really want to go, Mom will take you. It doesn''t matter if you''re not chosen. We all love hearing you sing, okay?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded firmly: "Mm-hmm."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But it was already five in the afternoon, and Ningning hadn''t told Yuanyuan the address of the film studio.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan was quite worried, afraid they might not make it in time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, her mother now seemed particrly clever, clever in a way Yuanyuan couldn''t have imagined.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She first ran to Yan Dawei''s house next door. Qin Yu and her daughter weren''t there, but Yan Dawei was.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Then she asked Yan Dawei for thetest issue of "Popr Cinema," flipped through it, closed it, and said, "It''s not far from us, just over on Jinnan Road. Let''s go quickly."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It turned out the advertisement for selecting young singers was published in "Popr Cinema."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They hired a motorized tricycle, and like a string of mice marrying off a daughter, Chen Men rushed to Jinnan Road ording to the address.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was in a vige in the city just outside the Xiping Film Production Studio, a very ordinary run-down courtyard. The door read: "Let the World Be Filled with Love" Production Team.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men got off the vehicle with the children.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At first nce, she knew this was the ce for selecting young actors.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Because just as they got off, Qin Yu wasing out of the courtyard holding Ningning''s hand.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qin Yu was quite surprised and stopped in her tracks: "Men, you brought Yuanyuan to sign up too?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She seemed a bit embarrassed: "It''s just a small screen test. They say there will be a stage performanceter, but Yuanyuan is still too shy to go on stage at the moment, so I didn''t notify you. It''s good you''re here, take Yuanyuan in for a try. Ningning wasn''t selected, maybe Yuanyuan will be?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men, on the other hand, felt that Qin Yu knew Yuanyuan''s ability well and was afraid that if she came, Ningning wouldn''t be selected, so she deliberately didn''t call Yuanyuan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She was clear about this in her heart, but being in a hurry now, she didn''t say anything: "Let''s go in and try."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was an open selection. A small stage was set up in the middle of the courtyard, with a row of tables in front. However, there were only a few people left, and it was almost over.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men looked around and saw a familiar movie actor from the future who once yed a eunuch very well, but she didn''t know him, so she was too shy to strike up a conversation.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She asked a staff member who was packing up the microphones: "Comrade, can we register? My child can sing too."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The staff member looked up, shook his head and said: "The selection is over. The directing team has already decided on the candidates. You should go home."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Why don''t you listen? My child really sings very well," Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Oh, we told you toe early but you didn''t. It''s almost six o''clock now, and the directing team is about to get off work," the staff member said. "It really won''t work. Please leave quickly."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Where''s the director? Can I go talk to him?" Chen Men asked again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The staff member got a bit angry: "It really won''t work. Comrade, please go back. We''re getting off work too. Go, go, goodbye."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It seemed Yuanyuan hade for nothing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang was quite resourceful. He looked around and pointed at a room: "Look, there are a lot of people in that room. Is the director in there?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Indeed, several people were sitting in the room, fanning themselves with big fans and chatting, withrge teapots in their hands.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In her previous life, Chen Men didn''t pay much attention to the entertainment industry, but she recognized a few directors from TV.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She knew them, but they didn''t know her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although the Xiping Film Studio carried half the sky of China''s film industry in the 1980s, with famous films like "Red Sorghum", "Yellow Earth", and "Codename American Leopard" alling from there, she looked around and didn''t recognize any of the directors among those people.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was naturally a very shy person, but today, for her daughter''s sake, she was prepared to give it a shot. She was going to go in and rmend herself. It didn''t matter if Yuanyuan was selected or not; she wanted to show Yuanyuan that she was a mother willing to fight for her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, just as Chen Men was putting on her best smile, ready to go and face another rejection from the directors, suddenly she heard Yuanyuan''s singing voice from behind her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "The moones out, bright and clear, bright and clear..."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The little girl sang as she walked to the temporary stage set up in the middle of the courtyard, continuing to sing: "I think of my brother in the deep mountains. Brother is like the moon walking in the sky, walking in the sky... Can you hear sister calling brother?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In that instant, not to mention that the group chatting in the room all stopped talking.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men stood at the door, listening to her daughter''s voice as smooth as silk, the echo lingering. She turned back with tears in her eyes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In her previous life, Yuanyuan, apart from liking to make money, was absolutely nonpetitive in other aspects, especially in singing or performing on stage. She would only quietly watch Erniu sing and dance, refusing to go on stage no matter who asked her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Because she had been discouraged by her two fathers, she was born with low self-esteem and felt she wasn''t good enough.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But now that her mother had shown just a tiny bit of courage,<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan showed a bravery that made Chen Men barely recognize her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Hey, why don''t we use this one? I think this girl''s voice is better," someone in the room said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Another person also said: "Director Teng, this girl''s vocal condition is good. It''sfortable to listen to. I think she''s suitable. Look how confident she is singing, her stage presence is good too."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The one called Director Teng sat and listened for a while, then pped his thigh: "Let''s change to this one. Notify her parents to bring her for a recordingter."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When the staff member saw Chen Men again, he had a sheet of music in his hand and a changed expression: "This is the sheet music. Take it home and practice well. It''s best to find a vocal teacher to teach her. Come for a test recording at 10 am next Saturday. The little girl is not bad. This opportunity was earned by herself."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men inquired a bit and suddenly realized that not only was she very familiar with this song, but it was also a well-known, popr song.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Let the World Be Filled with Love" was actually a very popr song releasedst year. Now it was being recorded as the theme song for the movie of the same name. The main singer was a famous vocalist, and Yuanyuan would be providing the child''s voice to apany the male singer.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Her little Yuanyuan was going to sing with a famous vocalist.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The motorized tricycle entered the vige. It was dinner time, and Qin Yu and Ningning were looking out anxiously at the door.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Men, how did it go? Yuanyuan..."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Yuanyuan was selected," Chen Men said calmly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The expression on Qin Yu''s face immediately changed to a rather pleasant one.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She hurriedly exined, "At the time, the director''s team said this song might be used for the g performance. Our Yuanyuan''s stage presence and movements weren''t up to par yet, and she was also too timid, so I didn''t call her. Please don''t take it to heart."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It''s fine. If her stage presence isn''t good, that''s because she hasn''t had a good teacher. I''ll just find her a new instructor," Chen Men said calmly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qin Yu became anxious, "Oh no, don''t do that! Zhaodi¡ªI mean, Yuanyuan''s abilities, I understand better than anyone. I''ll teach her myself."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Chen Men was no longer listening to her. She turned and entered the house with the children.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qin Yu, getting desperate, started knocking on the door. "Men, please open up. Let''s talk about this, okay?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After all, Qin Yu was Yuanyuan''s teacher, and they were supposed to start rehearsals next Saturday. Yuanyuan, holding the song list and biting her lip, was a bit worried. "Mom, if Teacher Qin doesn''t teach me, I won''t be able to learn the song. What should we do?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Outside, Qin Yu was still pleading, "Men, please open the door. Let me exin properly. I really didn''t mean it that way. Oh my, how did I end up in this lose-lose situation?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men busied herself in the kitchen, and for a long while, didn''t make a sound.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The next day was when the Dongfang Group was supposed to pay Chen Men''s construction team their mid-term payment. Qin Yu''s side remained silent, but Yan Dawei, who had only received the money that morning, brought it over to Chen Men by noon.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This sum was the portion Chen Men had advanced, and with this payment, she had broken even. The remaining final payment would be her profit.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After receiving the money, Chen Men asked Yuanyuan, "Sweetie, do you want to change to a different teacher, or do you want Teacher Qin to continue teaching you?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Before Yuanyuan could answer, Little Wang snorted, "Teacher Qin only favors her Ningning. She definitely won''t teach Yuanyuan properly. You should find Yuanyuan a new teacher."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What does Yuanyuan think?" Chen Men asked again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan replied, "I''d rather have Teacher Qin continue teaching me. She always said I sang better than Ningning. I didn''t believe her before, but now I do."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Don''t you understand? She gives all the good opportunities to Ningning, not to you," Little Wang felt Yuanyuan was being a bit slow. "She''s extremely biased."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "If I just work harder and more seriously than Ningning, won''t that be enough?" Yuanyuan retorted. "The director wasn''t nning to choose me originally, but because I sang well, they did, didn''t they?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang was getting frustrated. "Auntie, look at your Yuanyuan, she won''t listen to reason."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men turned to the little boy and said, "But haven''t you noticed? Yuanyuan never dared topare herself to Ningning before, but now she does?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "But Teacher Qin will definitely show favoritism," Little Wang insisted.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Then let her work hard enough that Teacher Qin doesn''t dare to be biased," Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing that he couldn''t persuade Chen Men, Little Wang turned to Yuanyuan with a serious face, "I''ll be watching closely. I can''t do anything if Teacher Qin doesn''t teach seriously, but if you don''t study hard and always think you''re not good enough, you''re not my sister."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You admitted it! You admitted I''m your sister!" Yuanyuan started jumping up and down excitedly. "Little Wang brother now acknowledges me as his sister!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang, despite his frustration, couldn''t help but smile. Could being his sister really make Yuanyuan this happy?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men''s view on this matter was as follows: Not just Qin Yu, but all people have their own self-interests and various ws.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qin Yu was a woman who particrly liked topare herself to others and was very ambitious, which is why she could be a strong woman in the future.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    There was only a week left before the recording, and Qin Yu knew Yuanyuan best. The song still needed to be taught by Qin Yu.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If they were to change teachers, now wasn''t the time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In learning, the teacher is certainly important, but the child''s willingness to work hard and strive is even more crucial.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Why was Lv Erniu, who was both ugly and fat in her previous life, able to be famous? Besides being willing to learn, she was more willing to strive. She would climb back on stage three times after being booed off by judges three times duringpetitions. She would enthusiastically go for the eleventh interview after being rejected ten times.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Losing weight, getting stic surgery, being called a "head-changing freak" but insisting she only had two wisdom teeth removed¡ªnot only thick-skinned but also as fierce as a wolf and as tough as a warrior¡ªthat''s how she finally became a famous singer.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although Chen Men didn''t want her daughter to be a singer in the future, she wanted her to learn that even in adversity, one must know how to fight for oneself.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Like in her previous life, saying nothing, keeping everything bottled up inside, not fighting for herself¡ªwasn''t that just needlessly suffering?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, it would have been fine if Yuanyuan hadn''t been selected, but now that she had been chosen, if she really became famous in the future, that would be Qin Yu''s golden ticket. Once she made Yuanyuan''s name known, more children woulde to learn music from her, and she could start her music school earlier.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    For this reason alone, Qin Yu would certainly teach the song well.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the past few days, to help Yuanyuan cram, Qin Yu had sent Ningning back to her parents'' home and was giving private lessons.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    While Yuanyuan was learning music there, Little Wang and Little Lang acted as small supervisors, listening to Yuanyuan sing. In the blink of an eye, it was September 1st, and the two older children were about to start school. Chen Men made a special trip to the mall, buying a Superman backpack for Little Wang and a She-Ra backpack for Yuanyuan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She was just about to help the children wash their backpacks, having just filled a basin with water, when she heardughter outside, and an olddy came in.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was actually Zhou Xueqin''s mother.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The past few times she hade sneakily, impossible to catch, but today she actually came openly?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Looking at that smiling face, wasn''t it thicker than a city wall?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hearing the olddy''s voice, Little Wang dashed back from next door in a sh.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Standing at the courtyard gate, he looked wary.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And Zhou''s Mother? She actually got straight to the point, smiling as she asked Chen Men, "Are those two good-for-nothing kids of mine doing well at your ce?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing that Chen Men didn''t respond, she continued, "Yan Zhao probably doesn''t even want those two children himself, right? Look at howplete your household is now, Men. And Yan Zhao being a police officer too. Without those two useless ones of mine, wouldn''t this be such a perfect family? Isn''t Yan Zhao quite unhappy about having to bring along two children?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men let out a coldugh, thinking to herself how clever this olddy was.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Not to mention why she hade.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In a remarriage, it''s harder to be a father than a mother, because children always feel that their mother won''t abandon them, but the same isn''t necessarily true for their father.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Take Little Wang and Little Lang, for example. Seeing how good Yan Zhao was to Yuanyuan, they couldn''t understand their father''s intentions. Hearing the olddy speak like this, wouldn''t they think their father really resented them?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At this moment, Little Wang''s face was full of worry.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Originally, Chen Men had wanted to call Yan Zhao, but now, she decided to have a good talk with Zhou''s Mother.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At the very least, she needed to let Little Wang and Little Lang know that their father truly loved them in his heart.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 36

    Seeing Chen Men''s constant smile, Zhou''s Mother thought to herself that no wonder Xueqin called her foolish, but with exceptionally good luck.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was true, Chen Men looked genuinely friendly, with a natural smile on her face.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou''s Mother first sighed, then pped her thigh, and seeing Little Wang at the door, she pointed and said, "My Xueqin has had such a hard life, giving birth to these two children without dying from the stress they''ve caused her."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Take your time, Auntie," Chen Men said, but didn''t offer her a seat.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She saw the grief and indignation on Little Wang''s face and suddenly understood.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was why the child watched his mothering and going with Lu Jingyu every day, yet remained so calm, not even crying anymore.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The child''s heart had long since grown cold.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Little Wang is only in first grade, but he''s never properly attended a single day of school. He can''t even read the basic phonics. As for Little Lang, I''m afraid there''s something wrong with his brain. He''s so stupid, always biting people and causing trouble in the vige." Fearing Chen Men wouldn''t believe her, Zhou''s Mother added, "Your elder sister-inw must have told you about this."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou''s Mother was also Chen Degong''s mother-inw.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, the elder brother was upright and although he had married the elder sister-inw, he always thought his mother-inw was not a good person and rarely interacted with her family.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The elder sister-inw feared her husband and followed his words. Living far away in the countryside, she was considered a distant rtive and didn''t meddle in this family''s affairs due to the distance.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But the elder sister-inw had indeed mentioned that Little Wang and Little Lang were good-for-nothing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The children were powerless, and with adults speaking of them this way, what could they do?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men made noment, gesturing for Little Wang toe in, telling him to go inside first.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Little Wang, like his father, was a child who noticed things that needed to be done. Seeing two new schoolbags soaking in a basin, he went to wash them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Though she was his grandmother, Chen Men could still be polite to Zhou''s Mother, but Little Wang wasn''t polite at all. As he lifted the washing basin, he tried to avoid his grandmother. Being small, he couldn''t carry it steadily, and identally spilled a bit of water on his grandmother''s foot.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Despite Zhou''s Mother smiling so brightly at Chen Men, the moment a drop of water identally sshed on her foot, she exploded. She reached out to grab Little Wang''s ear: "You useless thing, you can''t do anything right. Let your grandmother ask you, do you listen to your new mother at home?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men grabbed her hand: "If you have something to say, just say it. This is my home, and I don''t like people getting physical here."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou''s Mother immediately grabbed Chen Men''s hand in return, her eyes darting around: "I heard you got a construction project?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men instantly understood the old woman''s intentions.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Her elder brother was currently managing the construction project for her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But the elder brother didn''t even call the second brother, he just hired people to build the building himself, so he definitely wouldn''t have told his brother-inw and mother-inw about this matter. Besides, he had only been to Yanguan Vige once and had been living at the construction site ever since, so Zhou''s Mother hadn''t seen him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou''s Mother must have heard about her construction project from the elder sister-inw.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She wanted toe and get a piece of the pie, no wonder she smiled like a flower as soon as she entered the door, and was desperate to bad-mouth Little Wang and Little Lang. A stepmother''s heart, needles at the bottom of the sea - what a stepmother loves to hear most is others scolding her stepchildren, right?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Sure enough, Zhou''s Mother opened her mouth and went straight to the project: "Construction projects aren''t easy to manage. Even a small construction site costs money. The cook''s job, whether to use more or less oil, it''s all a skill. Managing people is also a skill. If you don''t have a tough foreman, all the workers will ck off on you."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What do you mean, Auntie?" Chen Men wasughing coldly inside, but still asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou''s Mother moved even closer: "My son used to be a supervisor on other construction sites. He dared to whip the workers. He''s better at managing people than your elder brother. My daughter-inw is an excellent cook. Men, I''m only saying this because we''re family. Let your elder brother go back home to farm, and hand over your construction site to my son and daughter-inw."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This old woman was ruthless enough. Just to get some benefits, she was even willing to tarnish Chen Degong''s reputation. That was her son-inw, after all. If her son-inw earned money, wouldn''t her daughter spend it too?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Alright, why don''t you have your son start working now? And your daughter-inw, when can she start?" Chen Men said calmly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou''s Mother didn''t expect Chen Men to be so agreeable. She was ted: "Today is fine. My son happens to be free recently and is looking for work."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The lonely child sat on a small stool, originally with his back to Chen Men, washing the schoolbags.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Suddenly, he turned around, his red eyes staring at Chen Men. After a while, he shook his head and lowered it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This child was confused by everything that had happened today. He hadn''t expected his grandmother toe to the door with a smile.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Nor had he expected Chen Men to chat so happily with her, let alone that Chen Men would actually let his uncle go to her construction site as a supervisor.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In that moment, the child felt he didn''t know Chen Men anymore. He even felt that, from the bottom of her heart, she had never wanted him from the first day.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His father was the same, just as Zhou Xueqin had said: "You think your father is any better? If he''s so good, why didn''t hee home for so many years? Why didn''t he be a contractor and get rich? He just doesn''t love you guys, doesn''t love me, that''s why he stayed in the army for so many years withouting back."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang had always known that no one loved him and Little Lang. They were just unwanted burdens.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But just then, Chen Men added: "Auntie, you don''t have a job either, right? I heard your family owes quite a bit of debt and needs money. There''s a really good job at my construction site that needs you to do."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang shed two tears, but Zhou''s Mother was overjoyed, almost jumping up: "What job? Tell me."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "No one''s cleaning the toilets. You can help me clean them," Chen Men said calmly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou''s Mother, who had been happily jumping up, nearly tripped in anger: "You actually want me to clean toilets?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "We''re all family. If I use you, I won''t have to pay wages, and you''ll definitely help me do the job well, right?" Chen Men said matter-of-factly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou''s Mother felt something was off. What did she mean by not paying wages?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This Chen Men''s heart was too ck, how had she not noticed before?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Bah! You''re really dreaming! My two plump grandsons are already ving away at your house, and now you want our whole family to be your ves?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You just said Little Wang was useless and Little Lang had brain problems. But Yan Zhao told me that his two sons are both excellent, each more promising than the other," Chen Men immediately countered.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "That''s because they''re Yan Zhao''s own children, of course he dotes on them." The old woman was confused by Chen Men''s words, but then realized something was wrong: "My grandsons are just two plump boys, I love them very much in my heart. Otherwise, why would I let my son help you look after the construction site?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But she was anxious, while Chen Men wasn''t. She immediately said: "Right, so for the sake of raising your two big grandsons, hurry up and go to the construction site to work for me. Bring your own food, I don''t provide meals."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Don''t get too cocky, Chen Men. Little Lang and Little Wang are Xueqin''s children. If you keep this up, we''ll go to court. You can keep Little Wang with Yan Zhao, but we must take Little Lang. Don''t think I don''t know, Yan Zhao is quite rich, and our Little Lang could be a child star."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had finally shown her true colors.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If she wasn''t given work, she threatened to take the child, specifically Little Lang. Moreover, Zhou Xueqin must have revealed that Little Lang could be a child star.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just then, Zhaodi and Little Lang came over for water. Zhou''s Mother smiled and went to greet them: "Little Lang, it''s grandma."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She thought she had won the child over by sending him sausages twice before.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Little Lang looked at Zhou''s Mother, paused for a moment, then suddenly shouted: "Wolf grandma, rat poison!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And as soon as Zhou''s Mother reached out her hand, Little Lang bit it, mping down and not letting go.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Ugh, this little wolf cub, why does he still love to bite people?" Zhou''s Mother panicked and shook her hand, nearly flinging Little Lang off.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang had a mouthful of saliva, hanging from his grandmother''s hand. Chen Men had to pull him back.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As she wiped the child''s mouth, Chen Men calmly said: "Auntie, raising children isn''t a one-person job. Yan Zhao works hard every day, leaving early and returningte to earn money to support our big family. What''s it all for? It''s so that I can take good care of his two sons. But his sry isn''t enough, so your family must provide monthly living expenses for the children. If you don''t work for me, I''ll go to Zhou Xueqin to demand living expenses."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As soon as she said this, Little Wang''s face turned pale.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, Chen Men immediately winked at him, indicating that she was just trying to scare Zhou''s Mother.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Zhou''s Mother didn''t know that, and was furious: "You... you really can''t find a way to make money, can you?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Don''t children cost money to raise? This is your family''s child, you should help me ease the burden."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You... just you wait..."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although Zhou''s Mother''s voice was loud, she surprisingly ran away, and quite quickly at that.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang and Yuanyuan thought the olddy was truly like a rat poison peddler, and chased after her, shouting: "Wolf grandma, rat poison!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang, however, crouched back down on the ground and began rubbing the two new schoolbags.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After rubbing for a while, he looked up at Chen Men, smiled, then lowered his head again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The little one should understand now, his father''s mountain-like paternal love.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just like his father, this little rascal was particrly good at household chores. When washing schoolbags and shoes, the biggest fear is not cleaning them thoroughly and leaving water marks. But the little one washed the schoolbags over and over again, tirelessly rinsing them with water until all the suds werepletely cleaned off, only then hanging them up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    On the two schoolbags, Little Wang deliberately pinched and pulled here and there on Yuanyuan''s She-Ra while it was still wet, shaping it nice and square.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His own, which Chen Men had specially picked out for him with Superman on it, he purposely crumpled until it looked like a wrinkled pile of poop.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just now his grandmother said this kid likes to skip school, but Chen Men didn''t quite believe it. She decided to use this as a starting point to have a good chat with him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Your grandmother was just making things up, right? Our Little Wang doesn''t skip school, does he?" Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The result was a big surprise, as Little Wang seriously replied: "Actually, I don''t want to go to school at all. Why don''t we discuss it, and you can tell my dad to give me the tuition money instead? I''ll go out and do business."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Doesn''t he think his dad might beat him to death for this?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Isn''t studying just for making money when you grow up? I already know how to make money now. I won''t starve myself, really," he added.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This child was only seven years old, in second grade. The kind of things he was saying were beyond what a child who skips school out of defiance would say.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was the talk of a child who fundamentally didn''t want to go to school at all.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    For a moment, Chen Men didn''t know how to respond.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Auntie, can we seriously discuss something?" Little Wang said again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Go ahead." This little brat, always contradicting Chen Men, she was starting to lose patience with him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "My original mom definitely won''t want me, and even if she did, I wouldn''t go back. But if shees to take Little Lang, you absolutely can''t give him back to her, okay?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing Chen Men only smile without saying anything, the little one got anxious: "Little Lang calls you mom now, you can''t let him down!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Tell me, why?" Chen Men grabbed the little one and ruffled his ear. Oh, it really was soft.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang''s eyes reddened, he bit his lip for a long time, but shook his head and ran off: "Anyway, you just can''t."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Regarding Zhou Xueqin wanting to take Little Lang away, Chen Men had anticipated this since the day it was confirmed that Little Lang had fallen ill from eating paint.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In her previous life, although Little Lang was always sickly, he was said to be a bit more promising in his studies than Little Wang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although in Zhou Xueqin''s eyes he would eventually be an ungrateful wretch, he was after all younger than Little Wang, and his personality wasn''t fully formed yet. If the child grew up to be good-looking, Zhou Xueqin would definitely be tempted to take him back.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    No matter what Zhou Xueqin was like now, the fact remained that she had given birth to two sons during Yan Zhao''s military service, and it was also a fact that she had only seen her husband three or four times in a full eight years.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If one day she really came to take Little Lang back, using the hardship of living as a grass widow for seven or eight years to pressure them, what would Yan Zhao do?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Would he relent and send Little Lang back?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin had embarked on a path to wealth that could only be described as frenzied.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Meanwhile, at Chen Men''s small construction site, in order to ensure good quality, they used the highest grade of cement. Working diligently, she built the small canteen to be as sturdy as a bunker. In Teacher Huang''s words, the foundation could withstand an magnitude 8 earthquake.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She was determined that there was absolutely no way she would send Little Lang back. In a while, she needed to have a good talk with Yan Zhao about this matter.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Dad." With Yuanyuan''s call from outside the door, Yan Zhao had also returned from work.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing Yan Zhao enter, Chen Men was just about to call him into the kitchen for a good chat, but Little Wang had already started tattling while Yan Zhao was washing his hands and face.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A st of water from the hose to his head, ather of soap, another rinse with the tap water, and a shake of his head - Yan Zhao was refreshed and clean.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, upon hearing that his former mother-inw had visited, Yan Zhao immediately turned off the faucet, his brows furrowing: "Yan Wangqi, are you a man or not? Why didn''t you call me right away?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A man nearly 1.8 meters tall, with a dark and fierce face, asking a skinny little monkey if he was a man?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang wasn''t a man yet, and he was cowed by his father''s anger: "I... I forgot."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although Yan Zhao had made Little Wang memorize his office phone number the first time his mother-inw came, and had repeatedly instructed Little Wang to call him immediately if his grandmother or uncle''s bunch dared to approach him privately, the child had never relied on his father before. When faced with a crisis, his instinct was not to seek help.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, his grandmother hadn''te secretly; she had arrived openly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Next time she dares toe, call me immediately." Yan Zhao''s tone was a bit severe as he asked with a stern face: "You''re already seven years old, don''t tell me you still haven''t memorized our police station''s phone number?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It wasn''t that Little Wang hadn''t memorized the number, it was just that he had never been by his father''s side since he was little.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When faced with a crisis, his instinct was not to seek his father''s help.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But having been scolded, he wasn''t about to back down: "Who needs you? My mom sent her packing with just a few words."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao turned to look at Chen Men through the kitchen window. Hearing the father and son argue, she was actually smiling, her cheeks pink, shaking her head as she smiled.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The most important point was that for remarried couples, the biggest fear is the ex showing up to cause trouble, endlessly nagging and fussing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    For instance, when Yan Xishan showed up, Yan Zhao didn''t say anything, but he was furious inside.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But strangely, when Zhou''s Mother came, Chen Men clearly wasn''t angry. She was so calm that it made Yan Zhao feel like it wasn''t even a big deal.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Zhou''s Mother was so clever and cunning, full of tricks. Surely Chen Men hadn''t been outsmarted by her?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Handing his father a towel, Little Wang chimed in at the right moment: "You think we''re scared just because you''re not here?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao''s brow furrowed again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang became even more smug: "My mom even asked my grandma for living expenses. One sentence scared my grandma away. Unlike you, always giving them money whenever they cry, always giving in when they cry."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Under his father''s bewildered gaze, Little Wang''s little tail of pride was about to curl up to the sky.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just look at how amazing this mom is.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Of course, Little Wang hadn''t realized that this was the first time he had called her "mom," and he had done so so naturally.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Little Wang?" His dad called out.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang couldn''t be bothered to respond.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao caught his son and sniffed his stinky little head, then started tother it with soap. He was going to wash his son''s hair too.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Do you want to listen to music tonight?" Yan Zhao asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang remained sulky.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao added: "Dad can''t sing, but I can learn."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 37

    "Dad, you probably don''t know yet, but I''m going to be a little singer!" Yuanyuan rushed in afterwards.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang followed, nodding repeatedly: "Big sister is going to be a little singer."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As the children chattered excitedly, Chen Men briefly exined to Yan Zhao about Yuanyuan recording a song for a movie.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing that it was finally cooling down in September, the children gathered around their father. Yuanyuan lifted her head, smiling as she asked, "Dad, will youe with me when I go to record the song?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao wiped his hands clean, his expression gentle: "Which day exactly? I''ll apany you all."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This dad was quite busy. Although he came home every day, it was usually around eleven or twelve at night, sometimes even one or two in the morning. Without fail, he would wake up at 6:30 AM to go to work.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Not just the children, but even Chen Men often only knew he hade home from the sound of the door opening in the middle of the night.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, in Yuanyuan''s fixed impression, her father was someone who rarely came home. Like Yan Xishan, it was normal for him to be away for ten days or half a month. As for apanying her to record a song, Yuanyuan didn''t even dare to imagine it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She bounced on the spot a few times before asking, "It''s tomorrow, is that okay? Really okay?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It''s fine. Dad loves listening to music, but it''s been a long time since I''ve heard any pop songs," Yan Zhao said seriously.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang, who had just heard dad say he would sing for him tonight, immediately went to get the radio: "Dad, I bought a new tape with new songs. You can learn from it. Come quick, I''ll y it for you."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With a click, he turned on the radio. The song that came out was: "...Want to be flirtatious even with a wife, want to fear aging even with beauty."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao''s brow furrowed again. This was currently the hottest song in nightclubs. No matter which nightclub they raided for vice, this song would be ying as soon as they entered, with hostesses hugging nouveau riche men, singing it tirelessly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang also sensed that his dad probably couldn''t sing this one. Seeing his father getting angry, he quickly switched to the next song. An even sweeter voice came from the tape recorder. Just from the voice, you could imagine the singer''s little figure swaying her hips: "My little sister just turned eighteen, she''s as pretty as a flower..."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was the second most popr song among the nouveau riche.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao turned off the radio with a click and went into the kitchen.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As soon as he entered, he said, "I''ve been too busytely, but I can take a break for the next few days. If there''s any housework to be done, just let me know."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Regarding the nature of Yan Zhao''s work, it could be said to be different paths to the same destination as Yan Xishan''s.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was said that recently they were carrying out a special campaign to crack down on prostitution. Every night, he would also go to nightclubs, but he was there to arrest prostitutes, arrest those soliciting prostitutes, raid pornographic video halls and the mobile "nightingales" in urban viges.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The only advantage was that no matter howte, Yan Zhao would definitelye home at night.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Also, as soon as he came through the door, he couldn''t sit still and wanted to do chores.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, whether he did chores today wasn''t important. What Chen Men needed to know was, if Zhou Xueqin changed her mind and came back for Little Lang, would Yan Zhao give up the child.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If he really gave up, Chen Men would drive Yan Zhao away along with the child. But as long as he firmly said he wouldn''t give up the child.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Then she absolutely wouldn''t let go either. She had be a stepmother, and having lived an extra lifetime, she had heard and seen that stepmothers just raise children for others, raising them for nothing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But after all, having lived an extra life, she had the ability to make her own life wonderful. As for Little Wang and Little Lang, she didn''t expect anything in return. It was like doing charity, what did it matter if she raised them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Also, why Little Wang was so resistant to going to school, Yan Zhao was after all his birth father, so she had to ask him about this too.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "We''re eating dumplings today?" Yan Zhao asked after surveying the cutting board.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    These dumplings were specifically requested by Yuanyuan -mb with vermicelli noodles and carrots. Not only was she starting school soon, but she was also about to go record a song. She wanted to eat her fill to have energy for the recording.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing Yan Zhao''s hands itching to get started, Chen Men said, "Why don''t you make the dumplings for us?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She was just joking, but to her surprise, Yan Zhao took the dumpling wrappers and really started making them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, his dumplings looked even better than Chen Men''s - thin skin, plump filling, eighteen pleats. Those two rough,rge hands deftly folded the dumplings, one in each hand. In the blink of an eye, the cutting board was full.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The white, tender dumpling soldiers were arranged by him in a fierce formation.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Prioritizing the most pressing matters, Chen Men first brought up Little Wang''s situation.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao''s reaction to this could be said to meet her expectations: "He doesn''t want to go to school? Let me give him a good thrashing."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A few days ago at the construction site, Little Wang, almost seven years old, weighed in at a mere 42 pounds. Such a skinny little monkey, and this man''s first instinct is always to beat and punish.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If she really had a wicked stepmother''s heart, and added a few exaggerating words, wouldn''t Yan Zhao beat his son to death?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Forget it, forget it. I''ll guide Little Wang myself. There''s another matter..." Chen Men quickly exined the true intention of Zhou''s mother''s visit.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You''re saying Little Wang''s grandmother wants to take Little Lang away?" Yan Zhao''s hands paused in making dumplings. "That''s impossible."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The situation with Yan Zhao and Zhou Xueqin was like this: When they first got married, he had sent her to stay with his family in the capital.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But after all, in the capital it was in a militarypound. ording to her words, the mother-inw and sisters-inw all bullied her and looked down on her, so Yan Zhao had no choice but to let her return to her own family.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Because Yan Zhao was always on the battlefield and it was difficult tomunicate, not only did Zhou Xueqin never write to him, even when he came down from the front lines and struggled to make a call to the city from the mobilemand center, the head of the United Front Work Department had to personally send a car to bring Zhou Xueqin to the department before she would take his call.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, ording to her, she was taking good care of the children.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The photos sent to the army showed the children dressed neat and clean, looking very cute.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang was born in the first year of their marriage, and Little Lang was conceived during Yan Zhao''s second home leave. Under the family nning policy, they shouldn''t have had a second child. Zhou Xueqin wanted to abort, but Yan Zhao was on the front lines, and as thepanymander of the spearhead infantrybat formation, with over a thousand officers and men dying in the Vietnam War, it wasn''t guaranteed that everyone who went woulde back alive. The United Front Work Department didn''t allow Zhou Xueqin to have an abortion, and monitored her to ensure she gave birth to the child.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After demobilization and returning home, as soon as he walked in the door Zhou Xueqin brought up divorce. Of course, Yan Zhao had fought bloody battles on the battlefield and only received 30,000 yuan in demobilization money, which was the highest amount among everyone in the army. Meanwhile, the nouveau riche were said to be able to earn 30,000 in a month if they were doing well.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After the divorce, although they had one phone call, it was still about borrowing money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao wasn''t a fool. As soon as the divorce was finalized, he joined the police force. Although he couldn''t investigate Zhou Xueqin''s whereaboutspletely, he could find out about seventy or eighty percent. There were quite a few things, mainly because he didn''t have conclusive evidence yet, but if he did, there were still many people he wanted to deal with.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Of course, he had indeed wronged Zhou Xueqin by not being able to return home for years while on the battlefield.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In Zhou Xueqin''s words, she had lived as a grass widow for eight years.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But on Yan Zhao''s first day home, Little Wang had no shoes and was fighting barefoot with someone, while Little Lang was eating half a bowl of raw corn flour paste, wearing a little undershirt that didn''t even cover his belly, with nothing on the bottom half.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The child didn''t even have a pair of pants that fit. Yan Zhao took the children to buy clothes that very day.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even when Yan Zhao was on the battlefield, he didn''t smoke or drink, and regrly sent his monthly allowance back home. That was how Zhou Xueqin raised the children for him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although because Zhou Xueqin had indeed been a grass widow for eight years, and he was indeed faced with divorce as soon as he returned, at that time he hadn''t yet investigated the situation clearly and had given the money to Zhou Xueqin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But for him, what''s past is past. His attitude towards this matter was very firm.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The children, he would absolutely never give to that family again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "In the future, if anyone from the Zhou familyes to the door, don''t waste words with them, just call the police directly. Especially Little Wang''s grandmother, if shees again, call me immediately," he said concisely.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was the first time Chen Men had mentioned Zhou Xueqin in front of Yan Zhao. She couldn''t very well say that Zhou Xueqin had also been reborn.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But she still had to ask what needed to be asked: "What if shees to the door herself to ask for the child? After all, she is Little Lang''s birth mother."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao''s attitude towards Zhou Xueqin was very important.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was very fond of Little Lang and Little Wang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao was willing to continue investigating the case of Teacher Huang''s son being hit by a car, so his character seemed quite decent.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But she regarded her two ex-husbands as tombstones. It wasn''t that she expected Yan Zhao to bepletely heartless, but if he still harbored pity for Zhou Xueqin, or was entangled and unclear...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even though he had fought for her to get the house, Chen Men wouldn''t divorce him out of humanitarian reasons. But she had no intention of truly living as his wife. The children were the most precious thing; as for this dog of a man, she would just let him be and not bother with him anymore.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As a result, Yan Zhao said without hesitation, "While I''m here, Zhou Xueqin wouldn''t daree. If shees when I''m not around and you discover it, call me immediately."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What if she tries to snatch the child? Would a phone call be quick enough? What if she quietly takes the child from school without a fuss?" Chen Men was getting a bit angry.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Weren''t there plenty of news stories about divorced couples where one parent secretly took the child, leaving the other parent clueless and thinking the child had been kidnapped?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I''ll resolve her desire to take Little Lang once and for all," Yan Zhao said decisively. Seeing Chen Men remain silent, he repeated, "I guarantee that if there''s any sign of it happening, it will be dealt with once and for all!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As expected of a soldier, his words were truly decisive.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Well, she would wait and see what he''d do if Zhou Xueqin really came to snatch the child.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was only after marrying that Chen Men could understand why Zhou Xueqin had be so bitterly disappointed with Yan Zhao. His tone and way of doing things were indeedpletely out of sync with the naturally romantic, passionate Zhou Xueqin who loved to hear sweet nothings.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had just put the buns in the steamer when she turned around and bumped into Yan Zhao''s broad chest.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This man was actually standing right behind her, and she collided with him as she turned.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Because of his dark face and fierce appearance, Chen Men was so startled she stumbled backward, nearly falling onto the stove.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His tworge hands suddenly caught her, but Chen Men also swung her arms, struggling to walk away.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She always felt this man was strange, fierce and angry, as if he had a grudge against everyone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men instinctively tried to slip away, but Yan Zhao suddenly tightened his grip and asked in a hoarse voice, "Chen Men, are you afraid of me?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Or are you angry?" he asked again after a moment''s hesitation.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men thought to herself, "I''m an old auntie, why would I be afraid of you? Afraid of your big head, ghost."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But the way she was acting now did indeed seem like she was afraid of him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, Chen Men wasn''t afraid; rather, it was that Yan Zhao seemed shy, blushing at the drop of a hat.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But his actions weren''t hesitant at all, they could be described as straightforward.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men felt that they weren''t familiar enough as husband and wife yet, and moreover, while sex could happen if she was willing, she didn''t want to get too emotionally involved with a man.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In her previous life, she had loved two men, and neither turned out well. She had been hurt deeply.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Besides, it was broad daylight, and the children were ying just outside. If he embraced her now, what would that look like?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After thinking for a moment, Chen Men chose one option between fear and anger: "I''m afraid of you. Please let me go."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao''s entire body tensed up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The man''s face suddenly darkened, and it looked quite ugly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men quickly said, "Don''t keep talking about beating and disciplining Little Wang, then I won''t be afraid of you."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Mainly, she was afraid he''d get angry, and constantly mentioning disciplining the child wasn''t a bad habit she wanted to encourage in a man.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao suddenly let go, not because of what Chen Men had said, but because Little Lang came bouncing in: "Mom, are the buns ready? I''m hungry."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The first batch of buns was about to be done. Little Wang''s dipping sauce was all vinegar. Although Little Lang was small, he loved spicy food, so his sauce was just chili oil. Only Yuanyuan was the mildest, not eating spicy or vinegar. The little girl didn''t even eat green onions, so Chen Men specially prepared the bun filling for her, and the buns even had a mark on them, made just for her to eat.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I saw Dad hugging Mom," Little Lang stretched out his arms. "Little Lang wants a hug too."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao had already gone out. Little Wang and Yuanyuan had smelled that the buns were ready and were likely toe in soon.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men knew all too well that for a remarried couple, harmony would make the children happy, but if they showed affection to each other, it could damage the children''s friendships. This bnce was particrly difficult to maintain.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So she quickly exined, "No, no, I just ate too many buns and felt ufortable, so he was helping me rub my stomach. Oh, my stomach hurts so much from eating too many buns."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Her intention was to use this to persuade Little Lang to eat fewer buns, as he had already grown as fat as a little piglet.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Little Lang pondered thoughtfully, stretched out all his fingers, and started counting: "Today I''ll eat eight, and when my tummy hurts, Dad will rub it."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Why didn''t this child follow the script?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Having eaten too many buns, the children were all tossing and turning excitedly that night.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang was even more excited than Yuanyuan next door, because Dad said he would sing for him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Dad sat cross-legged on the kang bed, with Little Wang sitting on hisp: "Dad, sing a song."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What do you want to hear?" Yan Zhao asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang thought for a moment, then hummed: "Hengshui hundred years... Wan Lai Huang and Sui Tao Tao... Wolf run, wolf flow, barbaric Tao Tao vat water wing forget excellent also line"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Speak clearly," Yan Zhao said sternly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang got angry too: "This is a Cantonese song, that''s how it''s sung!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhaoid his son down t andy down himself: "Dad doesn''t know how to sing it yet. I''ll learn it and sing it for you another day."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Not just Little Wang himself, but how many people in all of Xiping City could sing "Wolf Run Wolf Flow" well? But Dad was so capable, he would surely learn it well another day.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang was so looking forward to it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The next day was Saturday, and Yuanyuan was going to record her song, of course, still apanied by her proudest police dad.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They had agreed on 10 AM, but fearing they might bete, everyone left an hour early at 9 AM. They tried to hire a three-wheeler for half a day on the roadside, but all the vehicles that saw them sped up to escape, and not a single one was willing to stop.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The children were all getting anxious, especially Yuanyuan, who almost wanted to rush into the middle of the road to stop a car.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Finally, Yan Zhao ran after one and managed to stop it. The driver stopped the car and raised both hands: "Officer, please spare me, I haven''tmitted any crimes."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It turned out they couldn''t get a ride for so long because Yan Zhao was wearing his police uniform, and recently the police on Jindong Road had been exceptionally diligent, checking and arresting people everywhere, causing the whole district to be on edge.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Big sister is going to be a singer, that''s so cool," Little Lang said admiringly, looking at Yuanyuan who was holding her head high but nervously bouncing along with the three-wheeler.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang was unhappy: "Isn''t your brother awesome? I can eat fifty skewers in one go."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang''s mouth watered: "Meat skewers smell so good."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan also became interested: "Brother, your belly is so big, you can eat fifty skewers?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I can also drink a lot, I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk," Little Wang added.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan''s voice got a bit louder: "Little Wang brother is really amazing."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Afraid his dad might hear, Little Wang shushed quietly: "This can''t be known by adults,e here, sit beside me."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan and Little Lang moved closer, full of admiration.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Like a real man, with one on each side, looking at his parents sitting at the back of the car, each at one end, seemingly not knowing each other, bouncing along with the vehicle, Little Wang felt incredibly cool.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The recording was still in that big courtyard, but today there were banners hanging on the main gate, with big red characters weing some star to record.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Many people were gathered at the entrance, all trying to peek inside. The family couldn''t get in, but when Yan Zhao called out in a deep voice for people to make way, everyone immediately parted to create a path when they saw a police officer.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men''s family wasn''t allowed to go in.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The staff only called Yuanyuan in, leaving the rest to wait outside.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This ce was also in the suburbs, with Qinchuan Group, Xiping City''s thirdrgest factory, just across the street.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Now people were also into chasing stars, and many from Qinchuan Group had snuck out to watch at the gate, everyone curious about what the staring today looked like.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At this time, Yuanyuan''s voice came from inside the courtyard, clear and bright.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As more people gathered, everyone found it more intriguing. The courtyard wall was low, and Little Lang, wanting to see the excitement, had already climbed onto his dad''s shoulders.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang didn''t like crowds and stood with his arms crossed, far from the crowd.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men looked at Qinchuan Group across the street. Last time she came, there was an empty plot ofnd, but today they wereying bricks, looking like they were starting some project.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Suddenly, she saw Yan Xishan''s shy red Xiali car parked outside Qinchuan Group''s gate.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was a bit curious. Yan Xishan had been locked up, so how was this shy car running around outside? Could it be that Hu Xiaomei had really sold the car?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just then, two people came out from the construction site. One was Yan Bin, and the other wore a trench coat with his hair so oily that flies couldn''t evennd on it, slicked back even shinier than Chow Yun-fat''s.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men recognized this man as an acquaintance of Yan Xishan, named Chen Ping.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    For a while, he had called himself the Chow Yun-fat of Xiping, butpared to Chow Yun-fat, he was rather ugly, mainly because he looked so tacky.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    To show off his Pierre Cardin belt, he always walked with his hands on his hips, which made his buttocks sway from side to side.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This look was too tacky, so the Chow Yun-fat nickname never really caught on.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was talking andughing with Yan Bin, discussing the development of that plot ofnd, as well as matters rted to cement, sand, and steel bars.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men guessed correctly; Qinchuan Group wanted to build on the vacant lot, and Chen Ping and Yan Bin were there to discuss the construction contract.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing themotion across the street, the two men stopped. Chen Ping''s gaze swept over Chen Men, but he hesitated and said, "Isn''t that Zhou Xueqin''s son?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men thought he was talking to her, but she heard Little Wang snort behind her: "Go to hell!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was a dirty, vulgar curse.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    How could Little Wang use such foulnguage?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It turned out that Little Wang, uninterested in themotion, was just tagging along with Chen Men.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Bin tried to pull Chen Ping away, suggesting they should leave, but Chen Ping wouldn''t budge. Instead, he walked towards Little Wang: "This little brat, Zhou Xueqin''s son, used to beat up my son when they went to school together."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Then he turned back, smiling, and asked Yan Bin: "His father is your brother, right? I''ve only seen photos, never met him in person. I heard the kid was given to his father''s custody. Since the child is here, his father must be around too, right? Why don''t we go meet your brother?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Why do you want to meet Yan Zhao?" Yan Bin said, "He''s not someone who can be corrupted by nouveau riche like you. Even that loser Yan Xishan couldn''t win him over, so save your breath."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Come on, he looks so handsome and dashing in the newspapers," Chen Ping gently smoothed his greasy slicked-back hair, apparently quite confident about his own appearance. "His wife used to say that Yan Zhao was nothing but a pretty face. Let''s just meet him."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang''s face turned red with anger, and Chen Men couldn''t hold back anymore: "Mr. Chen, I am Yan Zhao''s wife, and I don''t remember ever saying such things."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Oh, isn''t this Men?" Chen Ping seemed to have just noticed Chen Men, and spoke rather arrogantly, "That loser Yan Xishan was your ex-husband, right? He''s been locked up, hasn''t he? Are you doing alright?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His information was severely outdated; apparently, he didn''t know about Men''s marriage to Yan Zhao. Yan Bin frantically nudged him: "She''s my brother''s wife now, you idiot. Stop talking nonsense."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Ping let out an "Ah," stunned for a while, then looked at Little Wang: "This kid isn''t...?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "This is my son," Chen Men said, pulling Little Wang close.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Pingughed for a while, probably processing thisrge amount of information. After a while, he finally said, "Little Wang, my son has transferred to Dongfang School. You two won''t be able to fight anymore. Remember to say hello to your father for me."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang took a deep breath and ran off.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Watching Chen Ping drive away in his gaudy red car, Chen Men suddenly understood everything.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Ping and Yan Xishan were good friends. She had heard that Hu Xiaomei had sold Yan Xishan''s car recently, and it must have been sold to Chen Ping.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Ping''s son used to live in Jinxi District, in the same area as Little Wang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Now he had also transferred to Dongfang School, and it was probably Hu Xiaomei who helped arrange it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang''s aversion to school and tendency to skip sses might not be about avoiding school itself, but rather certain people.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Skipping school was a big problem, but now that they had identified the root cause, it would be easier to address.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, with Yan Xishan in jail, Chen Ping immediately took over his car, and it was from Hu Xiaomei''s hands.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Did he know that Hu Xiaomei and Yan Xishan were only living together and hadn''t officially married?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And did he know that if Yan Xishan really got a long sentence, or worse, died in prison, that car would belong to her daughter Yuanyuan?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 38

    Yuanyuan continued recording songs untilte in the evening.


    In the middle of the session, Chen Men''s family was invited in for a simple meal of noodles with minced meat sauce. Because the taste was ordinary, Little Wang only ate two bites. Little Lang, on the other hand, devoured two bowls and wanted more, but was stopped by Chen Men.


    He was the kind of child who could chew vor out of a wooden stick.


    Yan Zhao seemed to genuinely love music, listening very attentively and intently. As he listened, he suddenly said to Chen Men, "Yuanyuan sang well this time, better than the previous attempts. She should pass this time."


    This man actually understood music?


    She hadn''t noticed he had any artistic sensibility.


    Sure enough, after a while, Yuanyuan came out, apanied by the assistant director: "Yan Shengnan''s parents, could you leave a phone number? This child not only sings well but also has a good image. We''re preparing for our next film ''Yellow River Bad,'' and the director specifically requested her to y the younger version of the female lead. If you''re interested, please leave a contact number."


    So Yuanyuan might have a chance to be a child actor?


    They didn''t have a phone at home yet.


    Yan Zhao gave his office phone number.


    "You can go home now. We''ll mail you the sample recording and thebor fee togetherter," the assistant director reached out to pat Yuanyuan''s head, but Yan Zhao stopped him with his hand.


    "Mom, did you hear that? I sang really well, and Uncle Gu Feng praised me!" Yuanyuan said excitedly.


    "Gu Feng, is that the one who sang ''Great China''?" Little Wang, a child with both self-esteem and carefree nature, had been unhappy because of Chen Ping, but now jumped up happily again: "It''s actually Gu Feng! Our little Yuanyuan sang with Gu Feng!"


    Gu Feng was currently the most popr maind pop singer.


    He actually recorded a song with Yuanyuan. That just shows how great Yuanyuan is.


    They still had to take a three-wheeled motorcycle taxi home. This time, Yan Zhao was smarter - he had taken off his uniform early. As soon as he stood by the street, a group of motorcycle taxis swarmed around, almost fighting to get their whole family as passengers.


    That night, Little Lang and Yuanyuan held hands, wanting to sleep on the spring mattress.


    Little Wang still slept with his father.


    As autumn was getting cooler, the children all bathed with heated water.


    However, Yan Zhao still chose to shower in the courtyard.


    After showering, seeing that Men''s bedroom light was still on, he gently knocked on the door.


    "Are you asleep?" he asked.


    Chen Men softly responded with a "Mm."


    "Are you still afraid of me?" Yan Zhao asked again, his words strikingly direct.


    Chen Men thought to herself, who asks people like that? Couldn''t you be a bit more tactful?


    But before she could open her mouth to answer, heavy footsteps sounded, and with a creak of the door, Yan Zhao had already left.


    He was truly a man of action, as fast as lightning.


    ...


    The next day was the weekend, and also the first day for Little Wang and Yuanyuan to go to school. They had to go register.


    Yan Zhao was off work again today, but he chose to do housework and didn''t want to go out.


    Yan Xiaowang kept looking back at his father, then to the courtyard gate, biting his lip anxiously.


    "Why don''t you go too? Little Wang doesn''t like studying, but we don''t need to beat him. I think what he needs is encouragement," Chen Men persuaded.


    Yan Zhao was reorganizing the toilet. The vige''strine was separate, with sewage diverted to the public toilet outside, but it often got clogged. Yan Xishan was a coward, making things look shy on the outside but never putting his heart into these matters, so the toilet was severely clogged. Yan Zhao, on the other hand, had already unclogged the toilet early in the morning without a word.


    Hearing Men''s words, he washed his hands and put on his clothes: "Let''s go. I''ll meet the principal and discuss the school''s security issues."


    He was going to meet the principal?


    In any era, parents'' identity and status always rte to their children''s status at school. With his father showing up, Little Wang would definitely have more face at school in the future. Why would he still want to skip school?


    Not to mention Chen Men, it was clear that Little Wang was quite happy too.


    Many parents and children had gathered at the school gate, waiting for the school to open.


    It could be said that this was a gathering of Xiping City''s elites, because not many people could afford the 2,600 yuan to transfer their children to this school. Apart from the factory workers'' children, only the children of prominent families in the city studied here.


    There were seven or eight Xiali cars alone, and several Volkswagen Santanas.


    Among them were several nouveau riche, each holding a brand new Lacoste small leather bag under their arms, and some wearing shiny new pagers. It was a new fashion trend from somewhere - for a while, some people would even tuck their cotton jackets into their pants just to show off their Pierre Cardin belts at the waist, which looked both rustic and vulgar.


    And all the nouveau riche uniformly hadrge oilybed-back hairstyles, so slick that even flies couldn''t stand on them.


    Xiping City was one of the four furnace cities, and there was still an Indian summer in September, making people sweat profusely.


    But now the Shanghai Bund style was popr, and the standard outfit for the nouveau riche was a trench coat. With their hair oiled to keep strangers at bay, they looked like they had just been fished out of a water tank. The smell on the scene was strong enough to kill.


    However, despite their rustic appearance, among the thousands of nouveau riche in Xiping City, only those whose sons showed promise were qualified to stand here. Those whose sons weren''t promising weren''t even qualified to stand at the school gate.


    Yan Zhao stood with the children far away from the crowd.


    Because it was too hot, Chen Men was going to buy some popsicles for the children. She happened to run into Yan Dawei, who was also buying a popsicle for Ningning. Hu Xiaomei was holding hands with a chubby little boy who was sucking on an ice cream, while she herself was carrying four or five ice creams as she left the small shop.


    "Men, did you know that Xiaomei sold Xishan''s new car? She sold it to Chen Ping," Yan Dawei said, feeling emotional after seeing Hu Xiaomei.


    In this era, although people didn''t mock poverty as much as promiscuity, everyone still liked to gossip about others'' affairs behind their backs. Yan Dawei said in a low voice, "I heard that Xishan might be sentenced to life imprisonment. Did Xiaomei and Xishan actually get married? If they didn''t, that car should rightfully belong to Yuanyuan."


    Chen Men had always had one attitude towards Yan Xishan''s belongings - she didn''t care for them.


    He earned his dirty money by running illegal coal mines, bribing officials, and exploiting coal miners.


    Moreover, in the future when he gets liver cancer, Hu Xiaomei and her son won''t care for him.


    Not only will Hu Xiaomei disappear, but she''ll also give Yuanyuan''s phone number to the hospital, throwing that stinking burden of Yan Xishan onto Yuanyuan. But what can Yuanyuan do? If she doesn''t go, as a daughter, when ites to emergency treatment, the hospital will report to the police, and the police will call her, ordering her toe.


    Even if Yuanyuan pays, in the hospital ward, especially among other patients, what they love topare most is not whose child hired a better caregiver, but whose child is more filial, willing to stay longer by the sickbed.


    Even if everyone knows that the old man once abandoned his wife and daughter, what they''ll say most is: "He has already admitted his mistake. After all, you''re father and daughter. You should take care of him until he dies."


    The grace of a single sperm, a lifetime of resentment, but when he''s sick, when he''s dying, you have to be responsible for running around in the hospital until he dies.


    Yuanyuan doesn''t have to work, isn''t time money? She started from scratch, opened her own shop and ran her own business. If she''s not in the shop for a day, will the workers work diligently?


    Moral kidnapping can only kidnap the kind and those who care about face.


    So her attitude is firm now, not to be involved with anything of Yan Xishan''s, especially cutting off all connections between Yuanyuan and Yan Xishan.


    It''s just so that in the future, Yuanyuan can also let go of that big burden of Yan Xishan.


    "I don''t care. Let her sell it. Just don''te looking for us when Yan Xishan falls on hard times," Chen Men said as she took four popsicles and was about to leave.


    Yan Dawei added, "Also, those two big coal mines of Xishan''s, Hu Xiaomei is probably nning to give them to Chen Ping too. The little chubby boy she was with just now is Chen Ping''s son. Not only are the two of them getting along well recently, but I heard that Chen Ping is also divorcing his wife back in his hometown, probably for her."


    Most of the nouveau riche came from humble beginnings. Chen Ping also had a wife back in his hometown, along with a string of daughters, all with names like Zhaodi, Yindi, and Laidi.


    However, in this era, it was toomon for men to divorce as soon as they became rich.


    They could abandon their daughters and wives, but not their sons. No wonder Hu Xiaomei was with Chen Ping''s son.


    Just then, another nouveau riche came to buy ice cream. Although they didn''t know each other, everyone knew Yan Xishan.


    "It''s not just the coal mines. Hu Xiaomei used to have some connections. She introduced Chen Ping to the Qinchuan Group''s project. Look, isn''t that the car of the Qinchuan Group''s secretary?" said this nouveau riche.


    In the distance, a Volkswagen Santana was parked, far from those Xiali cars. It was clearly a car from a state-owned enterprise.


    Hu Xiaomei was smiling as she tapped on the window. However, when it opened, the person inside didn''t ept her ice cream. They chatted for a bit, and as the window was being rolled up, she kept waving until it waspletely closed. Then she stopped waving and walked away with her chubbypanion.


    Yan Dawei pped his forehead, "It really is Leader Ma''s car. Men, you go back first. I''ll go say hello to Leader Ma."


    The other nouveau riche man, sucking on his ice cream, said, "You must be Chen Men. Although I don''t know the specifics, half of Xishan''s property belongs to your daughter. No matter how Hu Xiaomei messes with that coal mine, or what bes of Xishan in the future, you should at least take some money to protect yourself. If he falls on hard timester, he''lle looking for his daughter. At least then you won''t have worried yourself to death for nothing."


    "Doesn''t he have any shame?" Chen Men retorted.


    The nouveau riche man chuckled, "To be honest, when I was doing well, I gallivanted around. But if I ran out of money, I''d definitely go home to my wife and kids. Having shame means losing out. In this world, people like us survive by being shameless."


    Chen Men paused, realizing this was the truth.


    Even if she lived another lifetime, family ties couldn''t be severed. When Yan Xishan got liver cancer, he would still look for Yuanyuan.


    This had nothing to do with whether she wanted the coal mine or Yan Xishan''s money.


    After all, Yan Xishan was well-versed in the art of shamelessness.


    Yan Dawei came running back and, without a word, pulled Chen Men towards the Passat.


    Having a car was indeed nice. Outside it was as hot as a steamer, but when the car window opened, a gust of cool air rushed out.


    Inside were an elderly couple, probably there to drop off their grandchild for school.


    Yan Dawei, bowing and scraping, said, "Hello, Leader Ma. You asked me who built our canteen, the one that looks like a bunker. Let me introduce you to Chen Men, our little contractor. Men, this is Leader Ma from Qinchuan Group, and his wife, Sister Ma."


    Leader Ma was quite friendly, extending his hand through the window. "Hello, hello. How rare! We have a female contractor in Xiping City?"


    However, the woman beside him looked unfriendly, eyeing Chen Men up and down.


    Men and women have a natural attraction, while women often have a natural aversion to each other. This olddy didn''t like Chen Men; she might as well have written "disgust" in her eyes for Chen Men to see.


    Chen Men thus gently pulled away from Leader Ma''s hand and reached out to shake Sister Ma''s hand, changing her form of address: "Hello, Mrs. Ma. I''m Chen Men."


    Hearing this, Mrs. Ma smiled, "Are you the Chen Men who beat up that scoundrel Yan Xishan?" She red at her husband as she spoke.


    "Yes," Chen Men replied firmly. "He''s nothing but trash."


    Mrs. Ma smiled warmly and shook Chen Men''s hand vigorously. "You''re impressive, daring to hit a coal boss. But you should have beaten up that shameless mistress of his too. What kind of world is this where mistresses can unt themselves while legitimate wives have to keep their tails between their legs?"


    The disgust disappeared, reced by a look of motherly love in Mrs. Ma''s eyes.


    Yan Dawei seized the opportunity, saying, "Our Men may be a woman, but she does solid work. She uses quality cement and sand. Leader Ma, if you have any projects, please consider her."


    Mrs. Ma, still holding Chen Men''s hand, red at her husband. "This is the woman who dared to beat up that scoundrel Yan Xishan. You must consider her."


    Earlier, Hu Xiaomei, the mistress, had been rebuffed. Now, a strong resonance formed between the legitimate wives.


    Leader Ma red at his wife, then turned back with an official tone, "If there are any projects, I''ll definitely consider you."


    Qinchuan Group did indeed have a big project recently.


    A construction project.


    Yesterday, Chen Ping and Yan Bin had gone to negotiate for that project.


    Although Chen Men didn''t have grand ambitions and only wanted to earn a modest living, she wouldn''t turn down business if it came her way.


    So she added, "Leader Ma, although my construction team is small, we have technicians and foremen. I personally oversee the construction quality. I can guarantee our quality, and of course, we won''t forget to show our appreciation to you."


    Kickbacks were the main point, and it had to be mentioned, because in this era, such things couldn''t be discussed openly, only implied through mutual understanding.


    Obviously, the previous exchange had been mere pleasantries. After she said this, Leader Ma pondered for a moment before saying, "Leave your phone number."


    This was the second time someone had asked Chen Men for her phone number. Her heart was screaming that she absolutely needed to install a phone at home.


    Yan Dawei was quick-witted, immediately giving his office phone number.


    As Leader Ma slowly rolled up the window, Yan Dawei and Chen Men''s smiles remained frozen on their faces. Once the window was fully closed, Yan Dawei turned and rubbed his face, stiff from smiling, and gave Chen Men a thumbs up.


    As they walked away, Yan Dawei said, "Men, I''ve introduced this project to you, but you must keep it a secret from Qin Yu. Don''t let her know."


    Yan Dawei wasn''t an ambitious man; a steady paycheck was enough for him to get by.


    But Qin Yu had high hopes for her husband''s sess. If she found out he had introduced the project to Men, she would be angry.


    "I won''t say anything, but you''d better keep it secret too. Avoid arguments," Chen Men said.


    Seeing Hu Xiaomei in the distance, Yan Dawei added, "Hu Xiaomei is really something. Sister Ma cursed her so harshly in front of you and probably gave her the cold shoulder earlier, but look how nicely she was smiling just now. ttery and bootlicking, turning the other cheek when pped ¨C not everyone can do that."


    So, in this second life, being good wasn''t enough. One had to be tough too. She couldn''t let anyone take what was rightfully hers.


    After all, shameless people would always be shameless.


    And shamelessness was the passport to sess in this era!

 Chapter 39

    As Chen Ping pulled up in Yan Xishan''s shy red Xiali car, he immediately became the center of attention at the school gate.


    He had rushed over after finishing his work, not wanting to miss this chance to show off.


    After handing the chubby boy to Chen Ping, Hu Xiaomei gave Chen Men a quick nce from afar before turning to leave.


    Earlier, when she and Yan Dawei had gone to greet Leader Ma, Hu Xiaomei had watched the whole thing.


    That face that was always smiling was no longer smiling as she left, whispering a few words to Chen Ping that seemed rather aggrieved.


    But Hu Xiaomei had been aggrieved her whole life. In the future when Yan Xishan gets liver cancer, she''ll sit on eight properties and not give a penny for his treatment, yet still feel aggrieved. So aggrieved that after hearing her tearful story, the police will immediately let her go and go look for Yuanyuan instead.


    Since Chen Ping had mentioned yesterday that Chen Men knew there was bad blood between Little Wang and that chubby boy, she would naturally pay attention to the two children.


    The chubby boy from Chen Ping''s family was three times fatter than Little Wang, wearing brand new Victory brand cleats. The supposedly loose sweatpants were squeezing the child''s buttocks, making them as round as basketballs.


    With a groove in the middle, the pants were so tight they made the child ufortable. He sucked on a popsicle while tugging at his crotch.


    Chen Men put herself in the child''s shoes and didn''t think the skinny Little Wang would be the one to hit others. She felt he was more likely to be the one getting hit. So when she saw Chen Ping and his son from afar, she patted Little Wang''s head and pointed at the chubby boy, saying, "Is that your former ssmate? Did he often beat you up at school? Do you want me to help you get revenge?"


    For Little Wang''s sake so he wouldn''t skip school, she didn''t mind being a school bully again.


    But the world of children was far moreplex than Chen Men imagined.


    Little Wang looked at the chubby boy from afar and surprisingly said, "What are you thinking? I wouldn''t hit him. I don''t even know him."


    In the blink of an eye, the school gates opened. Yan Zhao was going to take Yuanyuan to register and see the principal, while Chen Men took Little Wang to register, wait for ss assignments, and get textbooks.


    She had been keeping a close eye on Little Wang, but in just a moment, things suddenly changed.


    Little Wang had been following her the whole time, but that chubby boy gently nudged Little Wang and whispered something in his ear. Suddenly, Little Wang jumped up and punched the chubby boy with his fist.


    Did this mean Little Wang was not only a poor student who liked to skip school, but also an uncontroble school bully who enjoyed hitting others?


    But the reality seemed to be different.


    Chen Men pulled Little Wang back. It was his first time hitting someone, and she didn''t say anything, just pulled the child to her side.


    In a moment, they were about to go to the ssroom. It turned out the chubby boy and Little Wang were assigned to the same ss. Chen Men was just a step behind because she had to collect textbooks. As she turned a corner, she saw Little Wang about to raise his fist in a corner, but the chubby boy shouted something, and Little Wang immediately deted like a punctured ball. Then the chubby boy raised his fist and started hitting Little Wang.


    Each punchnded hard. It was clearly the chubby boy who had provoked Little Wang first, but why was Little Wang just taking the hits without making a sound?


    "You little brat, why are you hitting my son?" Chen Men shouted.


    Chen Ping was actually not far away, holding his son''s books. He seemed to have gone blind when his son was hitting Little Wang, but hearing Chen Men''s shout, he slowly turned and walked over, actually asking, "Son, did Little Wang hit you again?"


    "Yes, Dad, he hit me first." The chubby boy was even smarter than his father, shrugging his shoulders and saying, "Dad, look, my shoulder is all bruised from his punch."


    This kind of troublemaker who deliberately provoked others and then yed the victim was the worst kind of child Chen Men had ever seen.


    Moreover, the guilty party was filing thewsuit first. Seeing Chen Men approach, the chubby boy looked smugly at Little Wang and actually asked, "So you really got a new mom, Little Wang. Does your new mom like to drink? Does she have a lot of boyfriends?"


    Suddenly, like a crazed wolf cub, Little Wang let out a roar. Without even using his fists, he charged headfirst at the chubby boy.


    It was in this instant that Chen Men understood a bit more. Little Wang''s truancy was half his own problem, but Zhou Xueqin''s love of socializing, making friends, and drinking also yed a big part.


    After all, in a society that was neitherpletely open nor closed, it didn''t matter how adults behaved, but people still frowned upon Zhou Xueqin''s straightforward personality.


    Pulling Little Wang back, Chen Men had to calm this agitated wild dog: "Yan Wangqi, listen to me. This time I''ll back you up, okay?"


    "I''m not going to school anymore, let''s go," Little Wang shouted. "It''s not like I have to go to school. I can go into business for myself right now. I''m not going to school anymore. I''m going to be a nouveau riche, a coal baron."


    A little kid saying such things might sound very angry to himself, but it was quite amusing to others.


    Chen Ping and his son wereughing hysterically.


    Chen Men, holding the kicking and struggling little boy, found time to ask Chen Ping, "Mr. Chen, I''m quite familiar with that car of yours. Did you buy it?"


    "Of course. It used to be Xishan''s car. His wife Hu Xiaomei has already sold it to me. Men, this car has nothing to do with you, right?" Chen Ping said, still grinning.


    So it turned out that whether for business entertainment or anything else, Yan Xishan always took Hu Xiaomei with him.


    After divorcing her, he started referring to Hu Xiaomei as his wife, calling Qi Dongmei "mother-inw" forever. After all, he had built his fortune relying on Qi Dongmei.


    But Hu Xiaomei and Yan Xishan actually married veryte, in her previous life it was after Yan Xishan was detained.


    Yan Xishan was the type who wouldn''t act unless he saw results. At that time, she and Lu Jingyu were already married, but he would stille around asionally to y the victim, seeing if she had any intention of divorcing. He actually had the audacity to want her to be his mistress.


    He was the kind of person who wouldn''t let go of either the mistress or the original wife, professing deep love for both.


    So Chen Men dared to be certain that Yan Xishan hadn''t officially married Hu Xiaomei yet.


    From Chen Ping''s tone, he probably thought Hu Xiaomei and Yan Xishan were already legally married.


    Chen Men still had tofort Little Wang in her arms, who was so angry his face had turned blue. Although she didn''t want to say another word to this guy because of his intentional or unintentional contempt and disregard for her, she still forced herself to say, "Mr. Chen, you saw clearly just now that it was your son who deliberately provoked my son, and that''s why my son hit him. I''m not a person who cares about reason or righteousness, and I''m extremely biased. If you don''t discipline your son, don''t me me for teaching him a lesson. You know, I even once beat Yan Xishan into a pig''s head."


    Mentioning Chen Men beating Yan Xishan made Chen Ping sigh inwardly.


    The cowardly Yan Xishan was once glorious, but after being beaten into a pig''s head by his ex-wife and ending up in jail, he was now nothing.


    And now Chen Men speaks so boldly, isn''t she just relying on Yan Zhao?


    Although Chen Ping was also in business and had his own backers, his supporters had always said Yan Zhao wouldn''tst long and would fall sooner orter.


    Moreover, he hade from Jinxi District and had no criminal record in Jindong District. What could Yan Zhao really do to him?


    He couldn''t help but advise Chen Men, "Chen Men, children have their own world. We adults should just say a few words and leave it at that. You married a police officer, but police officers are people too. You can''t let your son act like a tyrant at school just because he''s a police officer''s son. It was clearly your son who hit first just now. This child already likes to hit others and skip school. Don''t be overprotective if you don''t know the real situation."


    The chubby boy, feeling smug, chimed in, "Auntie, my dad has a car. Does Little Wang''s police dad have one?"


    Chen Men smiled and replied, "Little friend, we don''t have a car, but your family won''t have one soon either."


    "My dad also has a big coal mine. Does your family have one?"


    The nouveau riche had given birth to this era''spetitive mentality, and children were particrly fond ofparing.


    Having parents in public service was almost shameful in this era.


    "We don''t have a big coal mine, but your family won''t have one soon either," Chen Men said, still smiling.


    Originally, she hadn''t nned to make her move so soon.


    But now, in order to teach this little brat a lesson, she had to get back that car and coal mine.


    Today!


    The chubby boy and his father found Little Wang increasingly amusing as they looked at him.


    Chen Ping continued to persuade Chen Men: "When kids fight, adults shouldn''t get angry so quickly. It''s not worth it. Besides, Little Wang isn''t your biological son, but he''s my only son. My wife hid in a cer for three whole months to avoid family nning officials, eating, drinking, and relieving herself there. After he was born, we paid an 800 yuan fine. Anyone who upsets my son makes me more ufortable than if they had upset me directly."


    This era also gave rise to a group of fathers who, because their sons came with such difficulty, saw other people''s children as weeds while their own were treasures. These were the arrogant fathers of ''phoenix men'' who didn''t know their own limitations.


    After all, their son had cost them a fine, so he was precious and no one was allowed to hit him.


    However, Little Wang, who had been causing a fuss earlier, had now quieted down. As Chen Men was still holding some books, he wriggled out of her arms and crouched on the ground, busily packing books into his schoolbag.


    Chen Men picked the boy up and had to ask, "Little Wang, what exactly did Little Fatty say that made you want to hit him? You''re a policeman''s son, don''t you know that the one who throws the first punch is always in the wrong?"


    If you hit first and then get hit back, not only will you get beaten, but if this matter is brought to the teacher''s attention, you''ll still be in the wrong.


    This was truly the ancestor of losing out, losing outpletely.


    Little Wang finished organizing his backpack and put it on. After a moment of silence, he surprisingly said, "If you promise not to go out to meet boyfriends or drink alcohol in the future, I promise to study hard and not fight anymore, okay?"


    So it turned out that Little Wang''s dislike for school and tendency to fight wasn''t entirely his own problem.


    His mother loved to drink, and her drinkingpanions were often the fathers of his ssmates. Those ssmates would then turn around and mock him, which was the real reason the child didn''t want to go to school.


    Now she had be his mother.


    Little Wang''s expectations of her were the same.


    No wonder Little Wang had been so wary when Yan Dawei first came to find her, he even didn''t want the uncle moving the refrigerator to enter their home.


    Because he had suffered too much in this regard.


    Since the child promised to study hard, Chen Men had to give him another boost of confidence. She patted the little fellow''s head and said, "As long as you really study hard, Mom promises to make Chen Ping and his sone to apologize to you, okay?"


    Little Wang didn''t believe that Chen Men could make Chen Ping and his sone to apologize to him.


    After all, he had been the one to throw the first punch earlier.


    But he still shook his head, put on his crumpled backpack, and walked ahead with his chest puffed out and head held high.


    After all, this new mom didn''t drink.


    As they left the ssroom, they ran into Yan Zhao, who had just met with the principal and wasing out of Yuanyuan''s ssroom with Yuanyuan and Little Wolf.


    Seeing his son walking energetically with his backpack on, he reached out to pat his son''s head and surprisingly said, "Look how much he loves studying."


    Chen Men was instantly speechless: You damn man, just be happy by yourself.


    Leaving that aside, in fact, there was a reason why Yan Zhao was reluctant toe and apany his son for registration.


    It was better when Yan Zhao hadn''t appeared in the crowd earlier, but now that everyone was leaving, several nouveau riche noticed him.


    Coal was ck gold, and Yan Zhao was the invisible hand controlling that ck gold.


    Although the group of nouveau riche who hadmitted crimes had been arrested, demand never ceased, and supply continued.


    With Yan Xishan and his gang locked up, bing yesterday''s news getting beaten in jail, the new coal bosses were already fighting tooth and nail to grab business and territory.


    Seeing Yan Zhao, these nouveau riche naturally gathered around him.


    They tried to make conversation, some asking if he was busy with work, others asking if he had time, wanting to invite him for a meal.


    One of them, probably with outdated information and unaware that Yan Zhao was already divorced, even rushed up to Yan Zhao and said, "Your wife Zhou Xueqin and I have drunk together, we''re good friends. When do you have time? I''d like to treat you and your wife to a meal."


    Yan Zhao, who had been striding towards the exit, stopped upon hearing this. He turned back to look at the slick nouveau riche, narrowing his eyes.


    Instantly, a group of smooth-talking nouveau riche looked at their colleague with envy or jealousy.


    He had been favored by Captain Yan!

 Chapter 40

    "I''ve already divorced Zhou Xueqin," Yan Zhao said curtly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "No way, Xueqin was such a spirited woman, when it came to drinking..." the nouveau riche man pped his thigh.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But seeing Yan Zhao''s gaze grow colder, the man suddenly felt a chill down his spine and quickly added, "Just kidding, just kidding. Have a good day, Captain Yan."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As Yan Zhao turned away, however, the man''s eyes betrayed his contempt.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    What''s the big deal about being the captain of a police squad? He might have some power, but no money. He''s poor.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And as soon as he took office, he came in guns zing, arresting a bunch of coal bosses.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He''s such a blockhead. Coal bosses and the police have always been in cahoots. Deputy Chief Ma has told everyone countless times over drinks. Now they''re all lying low, waiting for the day when Yan Zhao gets taken down.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So he won''tst long at the Jindong Branch Bureau.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But just as the man was grumbling to himself, Yan Zhao turned back and said meaningfully, "Those guys locked up in the station are really missing you all. Comrades, you''d better behave yourselves!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The nouveau riche collectively gasped. After all, none of them had clean hands. What if those guys in the station had actually ratted on them?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Though they were seething with anger, these nouveau riche had been behaving much bettertely.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Trucks were willing to slow down when passing through viges now, and they didn''t dare to overload. Bribes were passed discreetly instead of openly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The public security in Jindong District was currently harmonious to a fault.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men hadn''t realized it at first, as she had never experienced it before.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But seeing how the group of nouveau riche were eyeing Yan Zhao, she deliberately slowed her pace with the children, keeping a distance from him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Before 1983, being a family member of a police officer was a delicate matter, because there were many cases of intentional harm to police families.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It wasn''t until the "Strike Hard" campaign in 1983, when the state severely punished those who harmed police officers and their families, that such incidents stopped.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But even if they wouldn''t harm family members, if these people found out she was Yan Zhao''s wife, they''d probably wear out her doorstep.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Only Little Wang among the children was aware of this, intentionally keeping his distance. Yuanyuan and Little Lang still wanted to chase after their father. Chen Men suddenly had an idea: "Yuanyuan, shall we go buy some book covers?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Buy kraft paper to cover books? Really?" Little Wang immediately ran towards the stationery store. "I want to do it myself."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Little Wang, why are you acting like it''s your first day of school? Haven''t you ever covered your books before?" Yuanyuan was surprised.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang pointed at Little Wang: "Big brother''s books were used by Zhou Er to wipe his butt."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It seemed Little Wang''s first school experience hadn''t been pleasant.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Since that was the case, this time they would treat studying with more seriousness. They bought the best kraft paper, and seeing various crayons in the stationery store, even though children didn''t have many elective courses these days, she bought a box for each of the two children.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    For pencils, she didn''t choose the cheapest ones, but those painted in colors. Chen Men bought a whole dozen of these colorful pencils at once.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Suddenly, she noticed Little Wang standing in one spot, refusing to move. Chen Men went over to look - goodness, she liked this too. It was a spinning pencil sharpener that could also be used as a top.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Not only was Little Wang rooted to the spot, but Yuanyuan and Little Lang also started eximing: "Mom, it''s so pretty."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Then let''s buy one for each of you." At only one yuan each, they had to get them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The two older ones were fine, but when Little Lang got his spinning pencil sharpener, the little rascal looked at it and suddenly took a bite.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was frightened, worried he might cut his mouth.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Yan Little Lang, you really are a little wolf cub, daring to eat anything," Yuanyuan snatched the pencil sharpener away, touching the little one''s mouth worriedly. "I used to be called Zhaodi, and you''re the only little brother I''ve brought in. Don''t y like this anymore, it makes me worried."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although Little Lang liked to bite people, he had a special rtionship with Yuanyuan. He carefully and solemnly offered his spinning pencil sharpener to Yuanyuan: "Sister keep it safe."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Coming out of the stationery store, Little Wang carried all the purchases and deliberately slowed down to tell Chen Men: "Auntie, I''ve noticed we bought the most stationery."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Others bought pencils one by one, while she bought a whole bunch.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Others bought small des to sharpen pencils, while he and Yuanyuan each had a spinning pencil sharpener.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men hadn''t realized at first how much Yuanyuan and Little Wang loved those little spinning pencil sharpeners.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Until one day, Yuanyuan knitted covers for all three of their pencil sharpeners with yarn.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Pencil sharpeners get cold too, they need clothes," she said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men brought the children home and saw Yan Zhao preparing to go out. She quickly stopped him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Captain Yan, can we discuss something?" she said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao stopped: "Go ahead."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "No matter how long Xishan is sentenced, I n to reim his coal mine and truck. You don''t have any objections, do you?" Chen Men deliberately used a respectful form of address, not wanting Yan Zhao to object.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was not only incorruptible and selfless but also hated evil. Chen Men feared he might object if she wanted to reim Yan Xishan''s coal mine.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao lowered his head, raising an eyebrow, and asked in return: "You can reim them? How do you n to do that?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He had a half-smile, seemingly not believing she could reim the truck and coal mine from Hu Xiaomei.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I have my ways, but don''t worry, I won''t operate the coal mine. For now, let''s just reim it, and I''ll hold onto it," Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao nodded: "Alright." But as she was about to leave, he added: "Don''t argue, and don''t fight. If anything happens, call me. I''ll be back home in about an hour. If you''re not confident, it''s better not to go. Wait until Ie back."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I can handle it myself," Chen Men quickly said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was strange. In her previous life, Chen Men had been the wife of a billionaire, yet Yan Zhao always treated her like a subordinate.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And he couldn''t possibly think she would go argue with Hu Xiaomei to reim the coal mine, could he?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    There was another errand to run today. Chen Men needed to go to the telmunications bureau to apply for a home telephone instation.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If she couldn''t take on the Qinchuan Group project, she wouldn''t do engineering work. But if she could, she nned to have a serious talk with Yan Zhao about doing engineering projects.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Remembering that Zhou Xueqin once said Yan Zhao not only personally reported her for doing business but eventually divorced her because of it, Chen Men felt immense pressure.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At the telmunications bureau, she registered and queued up, obtaining the fixed telephone instation permit.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Only then did she prepare to go find Chen Ping to reim the truck.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As a billionaire''s wife in her previous life, Chen Men had learned flower arranging, tea ceremonies, and how to appreciate famous paintings in her spare time, but she had never learned to drive.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Firstly, she was timid by nature and didn''t dare to. Secondly, Lu Jingyu consciously didn''t allow it, and he was particrly adamant about it. In his view, a billionaire''s wife only needed to sit in the back, which was a symbol of status.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If she drove around, it would embarrass him as a billionaire.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Butter, whenever Yuanyuan and Erniu had an argument, they could casually drive away, while she could only sit at home feeling frustrated. It was then that Chen Men realized Lu Jingyu had always been consciously restraining and binding her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In this life, she must learn to drive.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Putting that aside, Chen Men couldn''t possibly go herself to reim the coal mine and truck. She needed to find someone to go on her behalf.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    That person was Yan Bin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Bin was currently unemployed, staying at home to support the children, do housework, and on the side, enthusiastically engage in business to make money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But despite having only been in business for about a month, Yan Bin had been hit hard by reality.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Previously, when dining out, it was always the nouveau riche treating him. Now that he had to pay himself, he realized how quickly money was spent. Before, when others treated him, he asionally couldn''t resist the temptation to visit prostitutes, but now that was impossible. Paying for it himself, he discovered that a visit to a prostitute actually cost twenty or thirty yuan!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Once, he was the one visiting prostitutes on others'' treat. Now, others visited prostitutes, and he paid the bill.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He used to think that once he started doing business, he would have ie. Now he discovered that triangr debts were piling up, and collecting payments was incredibly difficult.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, Chen Ping was as slippery as an eel. He talked about doing business together, but never reported a penny of his ie to Yan Bin. Yet when it came to dining out, he always made Yan Bin foot the bill.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was called a partnership, but in reality, he was using Yan Bin as a free underling.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Far from making money, in just over a month, Yan Bin had nearly spent all of his savings, including what he had umted through corruption and bribery.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So although he kept promising Song Huaihua that he could make money, he was actually panicking inside.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing Men enter, he asked, "Men, do you need something?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men pped Yan Xishan''s car keys down in front of Yan Bin and said directly, "Second brother, Chen Ping is driving my car, right? Please go and bring it back for me."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Bin was stunned for a moment and said, "Xishan''s car was sold to Chen Ping by Hu Xiaomei. How can I help you get it back?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Does Hu Xiaomei have a marriage certificate with Yan Xishan? Do they have a marital rtionship? My Yuanyuan is Yan Xishan''s only daughter, so Yan Xishan''s car should be driven by Yuanyuan. If he gets sentenced and can''te out for several years, his coal mine should also be inherited by Yuanyuan, right?" Chen Men questioned back.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "But Chen Ping has nothing to do with this. The car belongs to Chen Ping now. If I take it, what if he reports it to the police?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "If he reports it, let him ask Hu Xiaomei for the money. The car and coal mine all belong to Yuanyuan. What does it have to do with Hu Xiaomei and Chen Ping?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Bin considered for a while and found this reasoning sound. He took the keys and turned to leave.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men added, "Second brother, please also help me pass a message to Chen Ping. Tell him to bring his son over today to apologize to my son."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was the most important part!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Ping was living in Dongfang Group, renting Hu Xiaomei''s house.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, it wasn''t the one she originally lived in, but a new one she bought after Yan Xishan went to prison. It was originally meant for Qi Dongmei to live in, but now it was rented to Chen Ping.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Living upstairs and downstairs, their rtionship had naturally be very intimate.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Ping imed he rented the house for his son''s schooling.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But anyone with eyes could see that he not only coveted Yan Xishan''s car but also wanted to seize the coal mine and Hu Xiaomei.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was called "friend''s wife, no mercy."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although Hu Xiaomei had been a mistress before, she had high standards. Chen Ping wasn''t as handsome as Yan Xishan, nor was he as sweet-talking. Moreover, his wife wasn''t like Chen Men, who would divorce at the drop of a hat. She was determined not to divorce, not caring what they did outside, but not giving them the satisfaction of an easy split.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So Hu Xiaomei had been quite hesitant.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But women can be worn down, even the toughest can be swayed by a persistent suitor.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Today, Chen Ping made an excuse to have Hu Xiaomei help his son cover his books, intending to discuss the coal mine''s profit-sharing with her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A woman who had been a mistress before wasn''t easy to fool. She didn''t talk about feelings or favors, only money, and her appetite was particrlyrge.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At this moment, before they could discuss the coal mine, Hu Xiaomei was listening to the chubby boy talk about Little Wang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Hmph, although Little Wang has hard fists, he doesn''t make a sound when I say just one thing, and lets me hit him," the chubby boy said smugly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hu Xiaomei became curious: "Why is that?" Chen Ping''s hand reached under the table, trying to touch her thigh, but she gave it a hard pinch.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Using this as an excuse, she moved closer to the chubby boy.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The chubby boy, being hugged by the fragrant auntie, became even more smug: "I just have to say ''Little Wang, your mom is a slut,'' and he doesn''t make a peep, just takes the beating."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Calling a child''s mother a slut, how hurt must that child feel?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    How could Chen Ping''s son be so detestable?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hu Xiaomei didn''t feel the expected happiness, but instead felt very ufortable: How annoying is this chubby boy?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Before she could even be this child''s stepmother, she already couldn''t stand the sight of him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Better to discuss the profit-sharing quickly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She said, "Chen Ping, don''t get handsy. Let''s talk seriously. Let''s not discuss our personal rtionship for now. I''ll let you mine Xishan''s coal mine, and we''ll split the money 80-20, I get 80, you get 20."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Ping, who was about to get handsy, was stunned when he heard Hu Xiaomei say "I get 80, you get 20": "How can you be so greedy?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You think you''re the only one eyeing Yan Xishan''s coal mine? I have people behind me who are also watching, and they want a cut too, a big cut. Otherwise, even if you get the mine, thew enforcement team will be at your door every day. How will you mine then?" Hu Xiaomei retorted.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Ping took a deep breath. He had wanted to split it 50-50 with Hu Xiaomei.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So the cake was quite fat, and there were quite a few people wanting a slice?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    While Chen Ping was still hesitating, Hu Xiaomei simply said, "If you''re willing, bring people to open the mine tomorrow, quickly."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "By the way, Chen Men won''t have any objections, right? She won''t go and tell on us to Yan Xishan, will she?" Chen Ping asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hu Xiaomei immediately let out a cold snort: "What business is it of hers what belongs to my Xishan?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Actually, it was like this: Hu Xiaomei had been testing the waters. She first sold Yan Xishan''s car, wanting to see if Chen Men would make a fuss.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Later, she found out that Chen Men had kept quiet about it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She then thought Chen Men was proud, cut from the same cloth as Yan Zhao, poor and not fond of money, looking down on Yan Xishan''s ck coal mine.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So now, Hu Xiaomei was going all out, preparing to be a coal boss herself.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As they were talking, suddenly there was a knock on the door.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hu Xiaomei got up to open the door, and standing there was Yan Bin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Ping still smiled and said, "Old Yan, what''s up?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Originally, Chen Ping used to call Yan Bin "Director Yan," "Master Yan," "Boss Yan," always urging him to go into business together. But when Yan Bin actually did go into business, Chen Ping started calling him "Old Yan" every day, treating him like ackey, ordering him around.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So even though Yan Bin had been following Chen Ping, he actually had a mouthful of bitter blood he couldn''t spit out.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I''m here to take away Men''s car, and also, Xiaomei, Men has given you three days to bring Xishan''s coal mine keys to her, otherwise she''ll break the locks and take over the mine," Yan Bin said unexpectedly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Ping was stunned upon hearing this and stammered, "Old Yan, what do you mean?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Bin dangled a set of car keys in his hand: "Men wants to take back the coal mine, that''s what it means."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With a gasp, not only was Chen Ping frozen in ce, but Hu Xiaomei also fell backward, almost crushing the chubby boy behind her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Hu Xiaomei, you''re not married to Yan Xishan?" Chen Ping suddenly realized and shouted.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "We''ve been living together all along," Hu Xiaomei shouted back.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Ping was stunned for a moment, then suddenly pped himself.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    That sly bastard Yan Xishan, hadn''t he been telling everyone he was married to Hu Xiaomei?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    How could it be considered marriage without a certificate?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Without a certificate, how could Hu Xiaomei have the right to dispose of Yan Xishan''s property?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    That car had cost him 80,000 yuan, 80,000 yuan, half of his assets!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just then, the sound of an engine came from downstairs. The car that the chubby boy had been proudly boasting about earlier was now truly gone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was waiting at the entrance of the coal yard. As soon as the car drove in, she locked the iron gate with a heavy padlock.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Men, how about I help you manage the coal mine?" Yan Bin said with a smile.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He and Chen Ping were still partners, but he switched sides so quickly, wasn''t it also because he wanted to manage the coal mine?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "We''ll see," Chen Men said with a smile.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    From Chen Ping to Yan Bin, these people were all Yan Xishan''s brothers. They must have heard from somewhere that Yan Xishan was going to be sentenced to life in prison and thought he really wouldn''t be able toe out.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They were so eager to seize his property, woman, and car.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If Yan Xishan knew how ruthless his former brothers were being,<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He might cry himself to death.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men entered the house and heard the sound of Yan Zhao tinkering with something. When he was at home, it was either nging and banging or crashing and ttering, the sounds were all different from usual.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had just retrieved the car, and somehow felt a childlike excitement, as if seeking praise.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She walked around and found Yan Zhao fiddling in the bathroom.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The two little ones were gathered around,menting.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was digging trenches himself,ying pipes himself, and installing a showerhead he had bought himself. To be honest, he had made quite a decent shower setup.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing Chen Mene in, Yan Zhao said to Yuanyuan, "Yan Shengnan, take Little Lang out to y for a while."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I don''t want to, there''s a wolf grandmother outside who puts out rat poison," Yuanyuan said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao frowned slightly and looked up to ask Chen Men, "Has Zhou Xueqin''s mother been around again recently?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "No," Chen Men said with a smile. "Go on, go jump on the spring mattress."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With child trafficking cases on the rise, children were more vignt and didn''t like to leave the vige. The two little ones also still liked to hang around their father, so they were just making excuses.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As soon as the two little ones left, Yan Zhao reached out and closed the bathroom door: "Did you get the coal mine back?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "More or less, but I drove Xishan''s car back. It''s parked in the coal yard across the street," Chen Men said with a smile.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao stopped what he was doing and carefully examined Chen Men. He was clearly surprised.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He certainly hadn''t expected her to be able to get the car back so easily.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You drove it back yourself? No one chased you?" Yan Zhao asked again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men smiled again: "Second brother helped me drive it back."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ah, Yan Bin!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao paused again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A thief stealing from a thief!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Not to mention the coal mine, he hadn''t expected her to be able to get the car back either.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Chen Men always seemed to makeplicated things particrly simple.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, Yan Zhao quickly avoided talking about Yan Xishan''s property.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    That belonged to Chen Men''s ex-husband, and by rights, he shouldn''t interfere.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He pointed upwards and said, "You can try it, you''ll be able to take a shower tonight?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Is there hot water?" Chen Men asked curiously.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao was truly miraculous. With one turn, hot water really did flow out, gushing onto the floor.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The bathwater drained directly through the squat toilet. Though simple, it was very clean.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "A war buddy of mine couldn''t wait for resettlement. His family was poor, and to ensure his child had milk powder to eat, he went into business selling a kind of sr panel. I bought one on credit, so next month''s sry I''ll give you a hundred yuan less," Yan Zhao continued.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So he hadn''t just installed a shower, but also a sr water heater outside?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Being able to install sr power at home these days was truly praiseworthy.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men now realized that this man was very direct, but also sensitive and shy. If you expressed even a hint of displeasure, he would think you were truly displeased.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So the man stood behind her, quickly turned off the water heater, and gently ced a hand on her shoulder. Chen Men didn''t move, nor did she object.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The bathroom was damp, but because it had been cleaned, there was no strange odor rising from the drain. The smell was normal.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Having a bathroom with a normal smell wasn''t easy in this era.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Men were all pretty much the same, and Chen Men wasn''t inexperienced. When Yan Xishan and Lu Jingyu first got married, though they weren''t as diligent and capable as Yan Zhao, they were equally expressive.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The difference was that other men would persist, refusing to give up until they got what they wanted, but Yan Zhao wouldn''t.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His breathing was very heavy, his hands kept trembling. He took a deep breath, finally mustering the courage to ce his other hand on her shoulder. Just as he lowered his head, suddenly, the door banged open.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men swore this time it wasn''t intentional on her part. She had been acting like an eighteen-year-old girl, shy, gentle, and silent.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But the door crashed open, and Little Wang stood in the doorway, his eyes sparkling with little stars.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Dad?" he called out, and then surprisingly asked, "Did you get shocked by electricity?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao stood behind Chen Men with both hands raised high, indeed looking as if he''d been electrocuted.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Dad''s fine, go y outside," Yan Zhao said, moving to close the door.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "No, Dad, Mom, do you know who''s here?" Little Wang, seeing his father move, figured the electric shock wasn''t too serious. He jumped excitedly outside and said, "Chen Ping is here, he said he wants to apologize to me."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Today, Little Wang had been the one to hit first, and back when he was in school, it was always like this. Those kids would deliberately provoke him, and when he hit them, they would tell the teacher.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Under such circumstances, would anyone apologize? Certainly not.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But today, Chen Ping came to apologize, and as soon as he arrived, he put his hands together and smiled, saying "sorry" to Little Wang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Then he said, "Young Yan Wangqi, would you please go and invite your esteemed mother out? I''d like to have a good chat with her, okay?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Esteemed mother" - such an elegant phrase, Little Wang was hearing it for the first time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 41

    Yan Xishan''s shy red Xiali car cost 100,000 yuan when he bought it, but when he sold it to Chen Ping, Hu Xiaomei only took 80,000 yuan.


    What does 80,000 yuan mean now? For the nouveau riche, like the wealthiest Yan Xishan, he had a total of 250,000 yuan. He spent 100,000 on the car, another 100,000 was with Chen Men, and he only had 50,000 left for himself.


    As for Chen Ping, a nouveau riche and construction contractor, this 80,000 was more than half of the money he had painstakingly saved over the years.


    There was no concept of transferring vehicle ownership at that time. Basically, you took the car and drove it. Thew was imperfect, and no one thought about formally transferring car ownership.


    So when Yan Bin drove the car away, it meant Chen Ping''s 80,000 yuan was gone.


    Since they didn''t know where Yan Zhao lived, it was Hu Xiaomei who gave him the address toe to Yanguan Vige.


    However, Chen Men was always slow in these matters.


    "Tell him to wait outside. Say we''re having dinner and it''s not convenient to see him," Chen Men said with a smile.


    Yan Zhao had installed a sr shower, and she wanted to take a bath first. The children hadn''t had dinner yet, so she needed to let them eat first.


    As for Chen Ping, she wanted to keep him waiting this time.


    Little Wang asked Chen Men, "Auntie, if I really tell him to leave, will he get angry? Will he leave and nevere back?"


    "He will." Seeing Little Wang''s expression change, Chen Men added, "But don''t worry, he''lle back in a while."


    For a slick nouveau riche making his first visit, you can''t see him right away. You must dampen his enthusiasm a bit.


    Sr water heaters had be popr in recent years.


    In Yanguan Vige, Chen Men was among the first to have one.


    She thought it must be very expensive, not just 100 yuan, and she wondered if Yan Zhao had pulled some strings or used connections to get it.


    Although he didn''t seem like that kind of person, she still needed to ask.


    "Arade gave it to me," Yan Zhao thought for a moment, then added, "He said it was the factory price, but if it''s not enough, I''ll pay him moreter. We''re brothers."


    For someone like Yan Zhao, he hadrades all over the country. Now, with many demobilized soldiers, few could be assigned jobs. Most returned to their hometowns to make their own way, doing all sorts of work, all for the sake of milk money.


    "Yuanyuan, do you want to take a bath?" Chen Men asked her daughter with a smile.


    Little Lang pouted, "Dad said to let Mom bathe first, then us."


    The two little ones had been at home, watching Yan Zhao install the shower. They probably wanted to bathe earlier but were stopped by Yan Zhao.


    "Why don''t we bathe together?" Chen Men suggested.


    "Okay!" Yuanyuan immediately picked up Little Lang. "Today, big sister will give you a bath."


    Bathing Little Lang had always been Little Wang''s job, but Yuanyuan really liked it and just never got the chance.


    Little Wang mustered up the courage to go out and send Chen Ping away. When he came back in, he saw his father standing at the bathroom door peeling onions.


    Little Wang was a bit surprised. Would onions peeled at the bathroom door smell better?


    But just then, a clear song came from the bathroom. It wasn''t Yuanyuan singing, but Mom, with the sound of running water. This proved that the sr water heater Dad installed today was already in use.


    Little Wang also wanted to use the shower head at home, and he suddenly rushed to the door.


    The door was locked from the inside.


    "Dad, I want to go in and take a bath too," Little Wang said, feeling upset.


    But his father said, "You can batheter." Then, looking at his son, he added, "Boys and girls are different. From now on, you can''t sleep with Yuanyuan anymore. You should sleep alone."


    Little Wang felt quite upset. Of course, being a bit older, he knew that boys couldn''t be naked with girls, it felt embarrassing. But he felt that Dad also wanted to bathe together because Dad''s face was all red.


    Little Wang crouched dejectedly at the bathroom door while his father went to the kitchen to cook.


    Inside the bathroom, Yuanyuan and Little Lang were shouting loudly. Little Lang kept saying, "Ticklish, ticklish."


    Yuanyuanughed heartily, "Mom, scrub slowly, it''s ticklish."


    So they were scrubbing.


    Yan Zhao was especially good at making oil-sshed noodles. He was strong, kneading the dough until it was smooth and stic. His hands were wide, and with one pull, he could stretch out a bowl''s worth of noodles.


    When Chen Men came out of the bath with the two little ones, there was a bowl of oil-sshed noodles for each of them.


    He had also prepared cold dishes - cucumber and sliced pork liver from outside. The cucumber, in particr, was very vorful.


    "How did you smash this cucumber?" Chen Men tasted a piece and couldn''t help asking because it was so vorful.


    Yan Zhao picked up a noodle from his bowl and said without changing expression, "I smashed it with my hand."


    Iron sand palm, indeed.


    The family was eating at a table set up in the courtyard when they heard someone timidly knocking on the door outside. Chen Men gestured to Little Wang, "Go, open the door, let them in."


    Little Wang opened the door and his mouth fell open because not only was Chen Ping there, but also the chubby boy. Both father and son were smiling, and Chen Ping was carrying arge cardboard box. As soon as he entered, he walked towards Yuanyuan.


    "This must be Zhaodi. I''m your father''s friend. I''ve always heard your father talk about you. Here, this is a gift from uncle," Chen Ping said with a smile.


    Chen Men took a sharp breath. It was a box of Barbie dolls, and they looked to be of very good quality. For a little girl like Yuanyuan, Barbie dolls were irresistible.


    She gave her daughter a look, meaning she shouldn''t ept it.


    Yuanyuan stood up and put her hands behind her back. "Uncle, my name isn''t Zhaodi. I''m Yan Shengnan, and I''m not Yan Xishan''s daughter. My dad is Yan Zhao!"


    After saying this, she pulled Little Lang, "Come on, sister will take you to watch TV."


    Yuanyuan was angered by Chen Ping calling her Zhaodi, so she took her brother and left.


    Giving a gift? He gave nothing but disappointment.


    The first time Chen Ping came alone, thinking he could muddle through, but Chen Men ignored him. After going back and thinking it over, he brought his son along this time.


    The chubby boy was named Chang Gui. Although he was fat, he was a good student, and Chen Ping treasured him like the apple of his eye. Today, he was brought here to apologize to Little Wang.


    And since it had been so long, the apology was rehearsed.


    Just outside, Chen Ping had already given Chang Gui several ps on the ear, so Chang Gui naturally knew what to say.


    Standing in front of Little Wang, Chang Gui bowed, "I''m sorry, Yan Xiaowang. I will never say such things again."


    Yan Zhao''s eyes zed, looking at his son, then at Chang Gui, his eyes shooting daggers.


    Little Wang was biting his lip tightly, his little fists on his shoulders, his expression exactly the same as his father''s.


    Chen Ping looked at Men, his eyes pleading, "Men, the child has already apologized."


    "Not enough," Chen Men, though seemingly weak, was very strong in this regard. Besides, she could guess that what the chubby boy had done was far worse than she could imagine.


    Sure enough, Chen Ping pped his son''s bottom, "Continue."


    "I will never call your mom a slu-" Before the chubby boy could finish, Chen Ping gave him a p, "I told you not to say it, why are you still saying it?"


    For a child raised with indulgence, suddenly being pped by a parent is very frightening.


    The chubby boy was both scared and aggrieved, and he burst into tears.


    Chen Men saw that the child had been pushed far enough, so she decided to speak inly, "Mr. Chen, nobody touches Xishan''s car until he gets out, and nobody meddles with Xishan''s coal mine until he gets out."


    Chen Ping had guessed this would be the result, but he had to deal with whatever came his way.


    He smiled and said, "It''s not good to keep Xishan''s coal mine closed. Why don''t you let me manage it for him first? When he gets out, I''ll give him half the money. What do you think?"


    This was the businessman in him, seeking profit, trying to fish in boiling oil.


    Chen Men''s attitude towards this matter was very firm. No one could meddle with Yan Xishan''s coal mine.


    And although she hadn''t discussed it with Yan Zhao, she felt this was Yan Zhao''s attitude as well.


    In her previous life, after going to jail once, Yan Xishan became much more obedient and willing to follow thew in his business dealings.


    This life, going to jail early might mean he could have a good ending, without burdening Yuanyuan.


    But she still had to speak nicely.


    "Xishan might be out soon. When he''s out, you can cooperate with him then. I can''t make this decision," Chen Men smiled slightly. "If I were you, I''d go after the car money. Xishan isn''t someone to be trifled with, is he? If you take his coal mine, aren''t you afraid he''lle after you when he gets out?"


    As she spoke, she nced at Yan Zhao.


    Chen Ping was taken aback and looked at Yan Zhao: "Wasn''t it said that Xishan was sentenced to life imprisonment?"


    "Who said that?" Yan Zhao asked in return.


    This man, Yan Zhao, had only spoken this one sentence since Chen Ping came in, but it frightened Chen Ping.


    His voice was very deep, and he kept staring at Chen Ping, as if staring at a criminal.


    He looked sturdy and powerful, like a leopard about to pounce, making even an old hand like Chen Ping feel afraid.


    Especially when he thought about the ambiguous rtionship he once had with Zhou Xueqin.


    "I... I just heard it from someone," Chen Ping said with a smile, feeling guilty, and asked another question: "Isn''t there a manughter case against him?"


    The current rumor outside was that Yan Xishan''s truck had killed someone, so he was likely to be sentenced to life imprisonment.


    Yan Zhao curled his lip: "Noment."


    Chen Men, however, said with a smile: "I think Xishan will definitely be out soon. He''s my ex-husband, and I can guarantee he hasn''t run anyone over."


    Chen Ping was so angry he almost went crazy. If Yan Xishan was to be released after just a few days, wouldn''t that mean he had not only failed to get any benefit but also brought trouble upon himself?


    Yan Xishan, ah, a smiling King Yama who could kill people with a smile.


    Chen Ping left with his son, still smiling as he went out the door, but his face had turned grim as soon as he turned around.


    Forget about coveting the coal mine, he was going to demand money from Hu Xiaomei, demand his car money!


    As for Little Wang, that night when he was bathing with his father, he also wanted his father to scrub him.


    He wanted to experience the ticklish feeling too.


    There was a bath mitt at home, originally used for public bathhouses. Little Wang, with a hopeful face, handed the bath mitt to Yan Zhao: "Dad, scrub me."


    Scrubbing?


    In the army, everyone would turn and scrub one row, then turn and scrub another row. Yan Zhao especially liked to scrub others, enjoying the feeling of scrubbing arge red patch with one stroke. Although everyone said he was good at it, they were reluctant to trouble him.


    Since his son wanted to be scrubbed, Yan Zhao was of course willing.


    ...


    Little Lang and Yuanyuan still wanted to sleep on the spring mattress. They had just finished watching "Good Dad, Bad Dad" and were lying on the bed, chattering away, telling Chen Men about the plot.


    Yuanyuan was describing vividly: "Little Huang Diandian brought a cricket to school, and whenever the cricket chirped, Huang Diandian would crow like a rooster..." Little Lang immediately imitated a rooster with a "cock-a-doodle-doo."


    Chen Men was listening intently to the children''s story when suddenly, a miserable cry came from the bathroom.


    Not only were the two little ones scared, but Chen Men also instinctively got up and ran to the bathroom, fearing that the water heater might have leaked and someone might get electrocuted.


    In that instant, she even wondered if she was about to be a widow.


    Knocking on the door twice, Chen Men asked, "Little Wang, what''s wrong?"


    Little Wang let out another "Ah," not only heart-wrenching but also with varying tones, while Yan Zhao remained silent.


    Chen Men knocked again, this time her voice stern: "Captain Yan, are you hitting the child?"


    This family must be crazy, she thought. Zhou Xueqin abandons the child, and Yan Zhao beats him.


    ...


    "If you''re doing what I think you''re doing, I''ll get angry. Open the door, now." Chen Men started kicking the door.


    This time the door opened, and Little Wang shot out like an arrow, covering his little privates and running away trembling.


    "What''s going on? Were you hitting the child just now?" Chen Men had to ask what happened, seeing Little Wang run away so urgently. She pushed the door open.


    Yan Zhao, however, mmed the door shut, but in that split second, Chen Men caught a glimpse of his chest muscles.


    At that moment, her eyes nearly popped out of her head.


    The children were already asleep, one Superman, one She-Ra, and two small schoolbags ced on Chen Men''s kang bed.


    As the two children started school, Little Lang could also be sent to kindergarten.


    Money was handy because ording to Chen Degong''s estimate, the project would be topped out in another week. They had only used half the scheduled time toplete a canteen.


    Chen Men heard Yan Zhaoe out of the bathroom and then enter the room next door. Just as she was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep, Yan Zhao pushed the door open and came in.


    "Not asleep yet?" He had just finished his bath and smelled of fresh soap.


    Chen Men, still sitting cross-legged on the kang calcting ounts, gave a "mm" and patted the edge of the kang: "Sit."


    Just for the matter of him hitting the child, they needed to have a good talk.


    Yan Zhao sat down and said briefly: "I wasn''t hitting the child earlier, I was just scrubbing his back."


    Scrubbing his back to the point where the child fled in panic? He must not have been scrubbing, but skinning alive.


    Chen Men couldn''t help but chuckle, but she was also angry: "Be gentler when scrubbing in the future, he''s still a child."


    Yan Zhao was wearing a tank top, covering his chest muscles, but Chen Men had to admit, ever since she saw his chest muscles, she not only felt flustered and didn''t dare to look at him, but also felt incredibly inferior.


    Why did he, a man, have bigger ones than her?


    The children should be asleep by now. Yan Zhao unconsciously smoothed out her wrinkled bedsheet.


    "Chen Ping and Zhou Xueqin are old acquaintances, and Chen Ping once rented a room at Zhou Xueqin''s house for a while," Yan Zhao said while neatly folding Chen Men''s clothes that were scattered on the edge of the kang, and then arranging the two small schoolbags perfectly straight.


    He spoke calmly, but you could hear the suppressed anger in his voice: "Little Wang was once forced to drink alcohol by someone, almost to the point of alcohol poisoning. He was unconscious for a whole day. Another man dislocated his arm, causing it to be in a sling for three full days, nearly crippling the child''s arm. There was also a man who said he would treat him tomb skewers, giving him one yuan for each skewer eaten, almost rupturing Little Wang''s stomach. These are things I found out through inquiries."


    After a pause, Yan Zhao suddenly moved a bit closer, his eyes covered with ayer of red mist, and said word by word: "I asked Little Wang but he wouldn''t say, probably wanting to help his mom conceal these things, after all, his mom was with those people at the time. Can you help me ask him if Chen Ping was among them?"


    Chen Men didn''t know how she managed to listen to it all.


    She had always thought Little Wang had a strange temper, but she never imagined he had been through so much.


    Drunk people have no inhibitions, especially those tenants in the urban viges who love to joke around with children. If it''s thendlord''s child, it doesn''t matter much.


    But although Little Wang was thendlord''s child, his grandfather was a foolish old man.


    And his mother would be drunk too, not even knowing when her child was being bullied.


    But Little Wang certainly wouldn''t tell his dad.


    After all, those people were brought in by Zhou Xueqin, and Zhou Xueqin was his birth mother.


    For a child, smoking, drinking, or being hit as a joke are just adults crossing the line.


    Being able to hang out with adults made him feel quite capable.


    The child might choose to live with his father after the divorce, but he would never tell on his mother to his father.


    No child likes to see their parents argue, let alone fight.


    "Okay, I''ll ask," Chen Men said.


    There was nothing left to fold on the kang, unless he wanted to fold the quilt Chen Men was using.


    He couldn''t fold that too, could he?


    Was he going to fold her up and put her in the cupboard as well?


    Yan Zhao''s breathing became heavier, and his hand reached out again, this time cupping her face.

 Chapter 42

    "I''m not a bad person, you don''t need to be afraid of me," he said, holding her face and staring into her eyes, enunciating each word.


    After saying this, he quickly let go of her face and neatly arranged the pillowcase before getting up to go to sleep.


    Regardless of whether a child has their own opinions or whether their character is good or bad, asking any child to speak ill of their mother is a task more difficult than climbing to heaven.


    If Yan Zhao hadn''t been sitting on the edge of the kang bed at that time, he would have almost tidied her into the cab too. If he hadn''t been so diligent, and if Chen Men hadn''t been in such a good mood after finally taking a nice bath with the new water heater, she wouldn''t have agreed to his request.


    This was really too difficult, and one wrong move could make him the viin in Little Wang''s eyes.


    The next morning, the children woke up full of energy, ready to go to school.


    Chen Men took Little Lang to register for kindergarten.


    When they parted ways halfway, Yan Zhao probably wanted to try again, so he asked Little Wang, "Yan Wangqi, did that Chen Ping drink with your mom?"


    Just as they were passing by the audio equipment store, a song yed from inside: "I know my future is not a dream, I must live every minute seriously..."


    "My future is not a dream, my heart moves with hope," Little Wang jumped up and sang a line, spreading his arms and running as if flying against the wind.


    Yan Zhao stopped in his tracks and said to Chen Men, "He''s doing this on purpose, deliberately siding with his mother and hiding many things."


    "Don''t worry about it. I''ll find time to ask him about it. A child who doesn''t side with their mother isn''t a child at all," Chen Men said, waving her hand while holding Little Lang''s hand.


    Zhou Xueqin might not have raised the child well, but in those eight years, Yan Zhao had onlye back a few times. Zhou Xueqin had at least been with Little Wang for eight years. If he didn''t side with Zhou Xueqin, he would truly be an ungrateful wretch.


    Little Lang was also eager to go to kindergarten. He looked back to see his father staring at him, with a smile on his dark face, waving and saying repeatedly, "Goodbye, Dad."


    Although his mother thought he was slow, the kindergarten loved children like Little Lang the most - good appetite, ate a lot, well-behaved, didn''t cause trouble, and most importantly, cute, white, and chubby.


    Moreover, most children nowadays went to daycare centers, where the tuition was only 18 yuan per semester.


    Kindergarten offered early drop-off andte pick-up, provided two meals a day, but cost 18 yuan per month. Only wealthy people could afford to send their children there. When Little Lang entered kindergarten, he was treated like a little VIP and received an enthusiastic wee.


    Although she knew that Zhou Xueqin had made a fortune in the capital and Zhou''s mother couldn''t take Little Lang away, Chen Men still carefully instructed the teachers and the principal that no one except herself was allowed to pick up Little Lang. To make the principal and teachers more attentive, Chen Men specifically revealed that the child''s father was a police officer, and a remarkable one at that.


    "Don''t worry, I won''t let anyone but you pick him up," the principal said, patting her chest. "I''ll personally drop off and pick up this child every day."


    This was a private kindergarten, and all responsibility fell on the principal. If something happened to one child, other children wouldn''te anymore.


    Chen Men still had to oversee her small construction project, then go to the telmunications bureau to install a phone. Installing a phone now was not only extremely expensive but also required a six-month wait. If you didn''t want to wait, well, you could pay extra.


    She was about to receive the final payment for the project, so Chen Men thought for a moment and added an extra 100 yuan, just for that big project with Qinchuan Group. What if she could secure it?


    By spending an extra 100 yuan, the phone would be installed within seven days.


    However, after just three days, the telmunications bureau called to say they woulde to install the phone.


    But before the telmunications people arrived, Yan Bin came first. His venture into business had been a grand affair, but he hadn''t earned a penny. Now he was solely focused on keeping an eye on the coal mine for Chen Men and collecting it.


    After all, if the coal mine became Men''s, she would surely give him a gratuity.


    However, today Yan Bin had a look of exasperation on his face, and as soon as he entered, he said, "Men, Chen Ping had been chasing his money all along, but now he''s silent. Guess why?"


    "Why?"


    Yan Bin cleared his throat and said, "Hu Xiaomei says she''s pregnant. She just had an ultrasound at the hospital, and it''s a boy. She''s already over three months along."


    Chen Men was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Really?"


    Yan Bin hung his head dejectedly, "You see, if Hu Xiaomei is pregnant, and it''s a boy, Yan Xishan will definitely marry her. Legally, you can be released on bail for one day during detention to get married. So even if Yan Xishan is sentenced to life imprisonment, if Hu Xiaomei marries him, the coal mine will still be hers, and Chen Ping can still run the coal mine with her."


    Hu Xiaomei was thick-skinned, shrewd, and quick-witted.


    This method was truly brilliant. Even if Yan Xishan was in detention, when he heard that Hu Xiaomei was pregnant with his son, wouldn''t he cry tears of joy while registering for marriage, given his desire for a son?


    However, something seemed fishy about this. In her previous life, it had happened simrly. Before Yan Xishan went to prison, Hu Xiaomei had been pregnant several times, but they were all girls. She was a public school teacher, and having more children than allowed would result in fines. Moreover, she waspetitive and didn''t want to have daughters.


    So whenever the ultrasound showed it was a girl, Hu Xiaomei would have an abortion. Yan Xishan wouldn''tmit without seeing results, so he never registered for marriage with her.


    It wasn''t until after Yan Xishan was imprisoned that she suddenly became pregnant with a male fetus, and the ultrasound conveniently showed she was three months along. Yan Xishan was then released on bail from the detention center to temporarilye out and register for marriage.


    Yan Xishan was sentenced to 15 years, which was reduced to 8 years before he was released. By then, his coal mine, plus fiverge coal mountains he had bought but hadn''t started mining, as well as all the relocation houses, had been taken by Hu Xiaomei.


    Poor Yan Xishan couldn''t even see his son''s face except when providing living expenses.


    Howe her son was only conceived after Yan Xishan was imprisoned, and both times it was at three months?


    Thinking of this, Chen Men couldn''t help but smile and ask Yan Bin, "What about the ultrasound report? Did you see it? Is she really pregnant?"


    Yan Bin was representing Yuanyuan to fight for the coal mine keys, so how could he not have looked at the ultrasound?


    Not only did he look, but he also examined the ultrasound report carefully, reading every word clearly and distinctly. It had Hu Xiaomei''s name on it, with a ck square that was unclear, but Hu Xiaomei insisted on pointing to a ck spot on it, saying, "Look, this is my son''s little chicken."


    Moreover, just yesterday, Hu Xiaomei had taken the ultrasound report to visit Yan Xishan in prison.


    Probably because she had connections, she was able to visit on the same day, and Yan Xishan immediately filed for a review. It was said that Yan Xishan would soon be able toe out and register for marriage with her.


    "Second brother, in our city, isn''t the provincial hospital the only ce that can do ultrasounds?" Chen Men asked.


    Ultrasounds were notmon at this time, and Yan Bin wasn''t very clear about it. He scratched his head and said, "I suppose so."


    Chen Men remembered that getting an ultrasound was quite troublesome now. You had to register a week in advance, fast for an entire day, and because the probes weren''t advanced enough, even if you fasted for a whole day, it might not produce a clear image.


    How could Hu Xiaomei be so lucky to get a clear image of a son on the first try?


    "You still have your police ID, right? Go to the ultrasound department at the provincial hospital and check if Hu Xiaomei has registered or made an appointment for an ultrasound within the past week," Chen Men said.


    Yan Bin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "Are you suggesting that it might be a fake ultrasound?"


    Chen Men suspected that Hu Xiaomei''s son might be fake, let alone the ultrasound.


    Yan Bin chuckled, thinking to himself that as a police officer, he had seen plenty of cunning people, but he never expected Hu Xiaomei to be this crafty. Then again, she had managed to be a mistress under Men''s nose for five years without being discovered, so how could Hu Xiaomei not be clever?


    As Yan Bin was about to leave, he suddenly turned back and said, "Men, your sister-inw has been acting very strangetely. She treats me like I''m invisible at home. You have a good rtionship with her, haven''t you asked her why?"


    "Hasn''t she argued with you?" Chen Men asked in return.


    Yan Bin smiled, "Our son is in ninth grade, and our daughter is about to enter middle school. They both need to choose schools. What is there to argue about? Wouldn''t that affect the children?"


    "You go ahead. I don''t know anything," Chen Men said, suppressing the contempt in her heart.


    With two students at home at crucial stages in their education, Song Huaihua knew her husband had been with prostitutes and had almost infected her with a disease, but she still had to teach her sses as usual, cook, and tutor the children. She couldn''t argue, let alone fight. She even had to help her husband quietly conceal his shameful acts and could only seethe in silence.


    Because only by doing so could she avoid affecting the children''s studies.


    In her previous life, Song Huaihua jumped into a well after her daughter''s college entrance exam. Her son was already in university, and she chose to end her life at a time that would cause the least harm to her children.


    Men like Yan Bin deserved to fail in business, lose everything, and live a worthless life. It served him right.


    Chen Men was the first in the vige to have a telephone installed.


    Having electricity upstairs and downstairs, along with electric lights and telephones, was the ultimate pursuit of city dwellers in this era.


    Although the instation fee was 3,800 yuan, everyone was scrambling to get one installed, and there was still a long waiting list.


    When the instation technician came to the house, it was customary to prepare a meal of four dishes and a soup for him.


    However, Chen Men had no intention of treating the technician to a meal. Today, she needed to buy a cake because it was Little Lang''s birthday.


    Yan Zhao had bought a few slices of chestnut cake before, and she still remembered the sweet aroma. Today, she nned to buy a whole cake.


    Nowadays, cream cakes were rarely bought except for special asions and holidays.


    To buy a cake, Chen Men took Little Lang into the city again.


    Seeing her looking at the chestnut cake in the window, the saleswoman specifically stated, "Comrade, the chestnut cake is one yuan per slice."


    This thing actually cost one yuan for a small piece?


    How could Yan Zhao have been so extravagant to buy it back then?


    Under Little Lang''s eager gaze, Chen Men said, "I''ll take a whole cake."


    The saleswoman swallowed hard, looking at Chen Men as if she were a werewolf, because her monthly sry was only 48 yuan, while this cake cost ten yuan.


    A whole round chestnut cake was circr, decorated with frosting, actually only three centimeters tall, but the box it came in was ten centimeters high. Tied with a red string, it looked quite grand.


    "Can you write a name on it? It''s a birthday cake," Chen Men asked, fearing this service might not be avable. She quickly picked up Little Lang, "It''s his birthday today."


    Little Lang''s face was like a capital AQA, a chubby, well-behaved child that everyone loved. The saleswoman immediately had the cake decorator write the name as Chen Men requested and even gave her a box of small candles.


    Just as they reached their front door, Chen Men saw Little Wang and Yuanyuan, one on each side of the telephone technician, one fanning him and the other serving tea.


    Even with this, the technician stillined about the service, telling Yuanyuan to fan harder.


    Seeing Chen Men carrying two full bags, the technician assumed she was preparing to treat him to a meal and asked with a smile, "Youngdy, is that a cake in the box? I have a big appetite, I hope I won''t eat it all in one go?" He was preemptively hinting that he intended to devour the entire cake by himself.


    Chen Men ced the box in front of the technician, her face nonchnt: "Oh, this? It''s just a pair of my smelly shoes. I just had the heels repaired. Our family loves to eat luo, shall we serve you some luo tonight?"


    The technician was expecting delicacies, not interested in eating sour vegetarian luo. After installing the phone, he was ready to leave: "Who doesn''t have luo at home? I''ll eat at home. Remember to pay the phone bill on time. If you fall behind on payments, we''ll remove the phone."


    Chen Men put the cake box on the table and went into the kitchen.


    Because Little Lang kept sniffing the big box, Yuanyuan got angry: "Stop sniffing it! It''s mom''s smelly shoes inside."


    She still had to practice piano for half an hour, so she dragged Little Lang away.


    But Little Wang also smelled the fragrance and thought to himself that not only did his new mom smell nice, even her smelly shoes were so fragrant that he couldn''t resist wanting to sniff them. He kept sniffing, unable to stop himself from taking a whiff every now and then.


    Coincidentally, his father came home early from work that day. He first washed his hands and face, rinsed his head with the hose, and also asked, "Chestnut cake? It smells so good."


    Little Wang felt that there must be something wrong with his sense of smell, and wondered if his father''s sense of smell was also malfunctioning.


    "No, it''s her smelly shoes," he said.


    "Men?" Yan Zhao called out, asking, "Are these your shoes in here?"


    The man looked very angry and intimidating. Was he going to get upset over this?


    Why did he get angry so easily?


    "Mmm," Chen Men tried hard not tough, but she was holding it in.


    Yan Zhao just wanted to make sure he wasn''t going crazy, surely he couldn''t think her shoes would emit such a strong, fragrant smell. But her face was flushed red, her chest heaving with suppressedughter as if she couldn''t catch her breath, making him want to pin her down on the kang bed and knead her into a ball.


    Yan Zhao''s scalp tingled. He was about to leave but turned back, his voice suppressed but gruff: "What exactly is it?"


    Chen Men picked up the cake box and deliberately asked Little Wang: "Doesn''t it smell quite stinky?"


    It actually didn''t stink, but who would want to say someone else''s shoes smelled good?


    Little Wang nodded: "Stinky."


    "If I dare to take a bite of what''s inside, tonight when I ask you a question, you can''t lie, okay?" Chen Men said.


    Who would eat smelly shoes?


    Little Wang didn''t believe her: "Fine, let''s bet. You dare to eat smelly shoes?"


    With a whoosh, the cake box was opened, revealing a round,rge cake inside with white frosting. Pointing at the writing on top, Chen Men read out word by word: "Happy Birthday, Yan Minng. I''m going to take a bite now."


    "Why do you always trick people, woman?" Little Wang was exasperated.


    But he alsoughed, because he had just remembered it was Little Lang''s birthday.


    They ate birthday cake just like people on TV.


    "I never said I''d eat the shoes, I said I''d eat what''s inside. You promised me, when I ask questions, you can''t lie," Chen Men said.


    Recently, whenever Chen Ping was mentioned, Little Wang would avoid the topic. So Chen Men hadn''t been able to find out clearly if Chen Ping had bullied Little Wang. Now that the little fish had taken the bait, Chen Men nned to corner him and get to the bottom of it tonight.


    "We got a phone installed at home?" Yan Zhao had returned to his room because Chen Men ignored him, but came back when he saw the phone.


    The phone was installed in Yan Zhao''s room, after all, his work was more demanding than Chen Men''s. In the future, he might frequently receive calls in the middle of the night, and by putting it in his room, she wouldn''t be disturbed by the noise.


    Yan Zhao asked again: "How much did it cost to install a phone?"


    "Well, it was quite cheap," Chen Men said softly.


    She was afraid to mention the price, fearing it might shock him.


    "Instation fee 3,800, monthly fee 28, charges for both iing and outgoing calls, 0.2 yuan for local calls, 0.8 yuan for long-distance," Yan Zhao recited, surprisingly well-informed. "You call this cheap?"


    Was heining that she spent too much money?


    "Captain Yan, that was installed with my own money," Chen Men''s voice rose.


    She was about to break character. She had married an upright police chief, but she earned money legitimately and hadn''t broken anyws. What was wrong with installing a telephone for the family?


    Yan Zhao looked at Chen Men, and Chen Men raised an eyebrow back at him, with a defiant look that seemed to say, "Yes, I installed it. What can you do about it?"


    She thought Yan Zhao would lecture her endlessly like Lu Jingyu, or interrogate her haughtily like Yan Xishan. But unexpectedly, Yan Zhao said: "Give me the receipt. The bureau can reimburse this expense."


    Did this mean Yan Zhao could have installed the phone himself?


    "Wait, I''ll go find the receipt for you." Having a husband in public service did have its advantages; this phone wouldn''t cost her any money after all.


    After dinner, while the children were doing their homework, Yan Bin waved from outside the door: "Men,e out for a moment."


    As soon as Yan Zhao turned his head, Yan Bin quickly ran away.


    After all, he had once boasted so arrogantly about how he could earn hundreds of yuan in one night after going into business for himself. Now, running errands for Men, he felt too embarrassed to face Yan Zhao.


    When Chen Men came out, Yan Bin gave her a thumbs up: "You really are a prophet..."


    Yan Bin had gone to the provincial hospital today. He used to be a police officer and had only recently gone into business, so he could still pose as one. After arriving, he checked the records and found that not only had Hu Xiaomei never made an appointment for an ultrasound, but he also discovered that the head of the ultrasound department was Fan Xiang''s eldest daughter-inw.


    Moreover, using his police credentials, Yan Bin looked through the ultrasound records from the past few days and found several files for three-month pregnant women. One of them had data very simr to Hu Xiaomei''s.


    That pregnant woman had left her address, ID number, and name. With the address, it would be possible to locate the person.


    Yan Bin now suspected that there might be two identical ultrasound reports, and Hu Xiaomei''s might have been written by a doctor based on someone else''s.


    So when they thought Chen Men wouldn''t interfere, Hu Xiaomei openly sold the coal mine.


    Now discovering that she was about to interfere, she suddenly feigned pregnancy, urgently wanting to marry Yan Xishan.


    This also meant that Yan Xishan, who had just jubntly discovered in the police station today that he was bing a father for the first time in his thirties, would soon find out that he was merely being duped into fatherhood.

 Chapter 43

    A whole big cake, with candles to be lit. Yan Zhao held Little Lang in his arms, nced at Chen Men, and softly taught him to say: "Yan Minng, happy birthday."


    Little Lang didn''t care about this. Chen Men had just inserted the candles when Little Wang gestured for Yuanyuan to sing the birthday song. She boldly grabbed both of Yan Zhao''s hands, indicating he should p along to the beat. Everyone was solemn, and just as Yuanyuan opened her mouth, Little Lang blew out the candles with a puff.


    Little Wang only took one bite before letting out a muffled sound.


    Yuanyuan giggled: "Brother, are you remembering the cake you knocked over?"


    The first time dad bought a chestnut cake, he had knocked it to the ground with one swipe, and it was thrown away.


    "If brother likes it, he can have another piece." Yuanyuan gave her piece to Little Wang.


    But Little Wang, when Yuanyuan wasn''t looking, tugged at her little braid.


    Yuanyuan was hurt by the tug and wanted to tattle, but seeing her dad and momughing, she swallowed herint.


    The little girl wrinkled her nose at her brother, wanting to snatch back her cake, but seeing how much he was enjoying it, she held back.


    Brothers are so annoying.


    In Yan Zhao''s bedroom, the nket was folded like a block of tofu. Of the four pairs of underwear, three were always washed clean and hung in the corner. The three toothbrushes were always at a 45-degree angle. On the floor was a simple table he had bought himself, on which "Criminal Law," "Police Encyclopedia," "Practical Handbook for People''s Police," and "Complete Police Dictionary" were arranged like four policemen on duty, making Chen Men feel ufortable all over.


    Chen Men only came in after Little Wang had finished his homework andin down.


    As soon as Little Wang saw Chen Men, he started snoring, obviously pretending, with unrealistic snoring sounds.


    Chen Men didn''t say anything, just sat on the edge of the kang bed, smiling and watching.


    Little Wang had his eyes closed and couldn''t hear any sound. Thinking Chen Men had left, he just opened his eyes to secretly observe when Chen Men unexpectedly said: "I''m going to ask you something now, and don''t lie. Yuanyuan told me you were bragging to her, saying you could eat fiftymb skewers in one go. Tell me the truth, can you?"


    Among drinking, arm wrestling, and eatingmb skewers, Chen Men chose one to test, to see if she could catch him out. Clearly, she had bet right.


    Little Wang blurted out: "Of course I can."


    "You''re lying. Second Brother Zhou said you couldn''t," Chen Men said.


    Second Brother Zhou was from Little Wang''s maternal grandmother''s vige, the boy who had snatched Little Lang.


    Little Wang blurted out: "What does he know? It was Chen Ping who took me to eat them, the Chen Ping we know, he can vouch for me."


    "I still don''t believe you, because Zhou Xueqin also said you couldn''t," Chen Men said again.


    The child was briefly stumped, then suddenly understood Chen Men''s meaning. His eyes filled with panic, looking to her for help: "My mom was there too that time, she said not to tell my dad at all costs. You absolutely can''t tell my dad."


    Chen Men quickly raised her hand too: "I won''t tell, I won''t say anything."


    She was a bit worried now. What if Yan Zhao really fell out with Zhou Xueqin?


    Little Lang was still too young to understand, at least for now he wouldn''t be hurt, but how would this child caught in the middle cope?


    But just as he closed his eyes, he opened them again: "Remember to wake me up early tomorrow, I''m on duty and need to clean."


    Chen Men noticed something hanging around his neck, and when she reached out to take it, she found it was that pen knife, wrapped in a little cover Yuanyuan had knitted.


    Just as Yan Zhao had guessed, Chen Ping was the one who had teased Little Wang into eatingmb skewers until he vomited, but hadn''t paid.


    It was a small matter, and Little Wang himself didn''t mind. He didn''t even want to tell anyone that his mom had drunk with Chen Ping.


    Coming out of that bedroom, Chen Men had just entered her own room when she felt ufortable all over, as if two hot beams of light were staring at her.


    Until Yan Zhao suddenly spoke: "Done asking?"


    It was like he''d risen from the dead; he was actually standing by the window.


    Chen Men went to turn on the light but fumbled for the light cord in her panic. Just as she found it, she felt a warm hand reach around her from behind.


    His muscles were particrly developed and powerful, right behind her.


    Chen Men thought to herself, young man, hurry and turn on the light. This old auntie is getting on in years and has a weak heart, afraid of being startled and afraid of the dark.


    "It''s so dark, quickly turn on the light," she said.


    "Talk first," Yan Zhao''s tone carried the implication that darkness was good for doing things.


    Surely he wasn''t thinking of doing something today?


    They were already married, and if he really wanted to do something Chen Men wouldn''t refuse, but surely not on this kang bed.


    This was the kang that Yan Xishan had slept on, and Hu Xiaomei too. Yan Zhao might not care, but Chen Men minded.


    "I can''t tell you..." Chen Men thought for a moment and still chose not to say.


    "I heard it all."


    "Don''t argue with Zhou Xueqin because of this, and don''t fall out with her. Don''t fight. Even if you''re divorced, Little Wang doesn''t like you two arguing," Chen Men said.


    Yan Zhao was silent for a moment before saying: "Yan Wangqi is an adult now, he should be able to discern right from wrong. I can leave his mother alone, but not her boyfriends."


    Not male friends but boyfriends, so was he explicitly stating he had been cuckolded?


    He suspected Zhou Xueqin had actually had improper sexual rtions with those men.


    Yan Zhao was rubbing, squeezing, and kneading her hand, while their hands together held onto the light cord.


    Chen Men suddenly remembered a joke. It said that for a while, the CIA received confidential intelligence that the big terrorist Bin Laden was hiding in Shaanxi Province. The reason was that every night at 10 o''clock there, someone would keep saying: "La deng, sleep" (which sounds like "Bin Laden" in Chinese).


    If the light cord she was used to pulling hadn''t been in her hand right now, she wouldn''t have thought of this old joke from the 90s.


    But because of this joke, sheughed inappropriately,ughing so hard her waist ached.


    But she didn''t dareugh out loud, so now it was a particrly funny scene. She was shaking in the dark, the man behind her was kneading her hand, his roughrge hand repeatedly gripping her hand into his then releasing, squeezing tight again, then releasing. His breathing grew heavier, and Chen Men even caught a whiff of the scent of lust from a young man, vigorous and long pent-up.


    When she struggled, he raised her hand higher. When she struggled again, he raised it even higher.


    Suddenly her hand touched something soft and warm. She remembered, it was Yan Zhao''s ear. Indeed it was soft, extremely soft.


    She tensed up and pulled back forcefully, and in the tangle their hands identally went "click."


    The light came on just like that, a 60-watt bulb illuminating Chen Men''s sunset-like face, smiling particrly brightly, her eyebrows dancing, her expression radiant.


    She was shy and timid, afraid that her image of him had probably crumbled to dust in an instant.


    Yan Zhao looked at her, his eyes slowly narrowing into a line.


    He probably thought she wasughing at him,ughing at his cuckoldry?


    Would he be thinking of murder at this moment?


    Chen Men had a sudden inspiration: "Let me tell you something really funny."


    The man was still gripping her hand, squeezing hard, still kneading, but he held his breath, his voice hoarse: "Speak."


    Chen Men could finallyugh out loud without burden: "Hu Xiaomei says she''s pregnant with a child, it''s Yan Xishan''s, and it''s three months along. But in fact that ultrasound report is someone else''s. She probably isn''t pregnant at all. Second brother just came to tell me about this."


    Yan Zhao''s hand paused. On his naturally chiseled, aggressive face, his features were falling back into ce, as rigid as the golden shield on his shoulder.


    Could it be this joke wasn''t funny? In her past life, Yan Xishan had given up fiverge coal mines and the demolition houses in Salt Barrier Vige for the sake of his son, and that son wasn''t even his own.


    What was being cuckoldedpared to this? This was even more tragic than being cuckolded.


    "Funny," Yan Zhao spat out two words, reaching out to gently smooth her hair behind her ear where he had mussed it.


    Chen Men took the opportunity to suggest that she wanted to go see Yan Xishan.


    Yan Zhao was already heading out: "Alright."


    He could at least ask what she was going to do, but he didn''t.


    The detention center was in Jinnan District, too far away, so Chen Men simply had Yan Bin drive her there.


    Yan Bin smiled the whole way,ughing non-stop.


    "Yesterday, Xiaomei went to see Xishan. After she came back, she went to the post office. It seems Xishan gave her a savings book. Your sister-inw said she withdrew 10,000 yuan at the time. It looks like after Xishan heard about having a son, he handed over his savings to Xiaomei," said Yan Bin.


    Yan Xishan was as cunning as a fox, with his only weakness being his son.


    For this son, he would probably be willing to call Hu Xiaomei his ancestor, let alone give her money.


    As for Chen Men, she also needed to take advantage of that ''son'' to secure Yuanyuan''s share as soon as possible.


    Afterpleting the procedures at the detention center, there was a small self-operated store just inside the entrance. As Yan Bin passed by, he saw Chen Men walk in and asked, "After how Xishan treated you, you still want to buy things for him?"


    The detention center wouldn''t ept outside items, but necessities could be purchased at this small store at one''s own expense.


    Chen Men bought a pack of cigarettes for Yan Xishan, exchanged 50 yuan worth of chicken leg coupons, and also bought him new towels and toothpaste, as well as a few pounds of bulk biscuits.


    Hu Xiaomei would of course prefer if he died tomorrow, but Chen Men had to take care of his health. After all, if Yan Xishan fell ill, it would only burden Yuanyuan.


    At this moment, Yan Xishan was sitting with a group of fellow inmates knitting sweaters.


    That''s how it was in the detention center. As soon as you entered, you had to work - knitting sweaters, sewing buttons, embroidering, as well as folding and gluing envelopes.


    "Do you have a son?" he asked an inmate opposite him while the guard wasn''t paying attention.


    This inmate happened to be detained for resisting family nning officials during a birth control crackdown. He sighed and said, "You don''t have a son either, right? Were you also arrested for beating up family nning officials?"


    "How could that be? I''m about to have a son soon, already three months along," said Yan Xishan.


    The rough-faced man opposite him burst into tears: "Damn it all to hell, how can you be so lucky?"


    Taking advantage of another moment of inattention, Yan Xishan asked a coal boss: "How long until you can get out?"


    This question only made things worse, as the coal boss broke down in tears: "There were two deaths under my watch. At least ten years."


    Having made two people cry, Yan Xishan, despite his growling stomach, couldn''t help butugh out loud while continuing to knit.


    For him, the case hanging over his head was still Huang Xiaoxiang''s, and he had only reported a bribe amount of 10,000 yuan. It wasn''t his man who hit someone, and it was only 10,000 yuan. At worst, he''d be sentenced to three months'' detention. He hadn''t told anyone yet, but he was secretly delighted.


    If he could just have a cigarette now, he''d be as happy as a god. Unfortunately, he had no money, and the detention center didn''t allow smoking. He, a heavy smoker who used to go through two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes a day, had been forced to quit for over a month.


    Just then, a guard informed him that someone hade to visit him with cigarettes.


    At that moment, Yan Xishan knew it must be Men who hade.


    Unlike Hu Xiaomei who needed to be taken care of, she was the woman who understood him best, who was most considerate of him, and would never change in this lifetime.


    If Hu Xiaomei came, she would only cry and ask for money. When Men came, she would bring him cigarettes.


    This is why one should never abandon their original spouse.


    If Yan Xishan could live his life over again, he would rather be beaten to death by Men than divorce her. He would kneel before her and beg for forgiveness, spending his entire life atoning for the sins he hadmitted. Even if he died, he would die kneeling before Chen Men.


    He would rather die than divorce.


    In life, it was rare to feel as good as Yan Xishan did today.


    ...


    Yan Bin wanted to tell Yan Xishan the truth directly, but Chen Men wouldn''t let him.


    She also advised him to try to find the other ultrasound report.


    After all, the ultrasound report Hu Xiaomei had belonged to someone else, with only the name changed at the time. Rather than telling Yan Xishan about this directly, it would be better to find the other ultrasound report first.


    As soon as they met, Yan Xishan''s face was beaming with joy. Seeing Chen Men holding chicken leg coupons and biscuits for him, he was even more delighted: "Men, you''re so good to me. By the way, Xiaomei is pregnant, carrying my son. Have you heard?"


    Yan Bin almost burst outughing.


    Yan Xishan, wearing handcuffs, waited for Chen Men to light a cigarette for him. He took a deep drag and said, "I''m getting out tomorrow to marry Xiaomei. Is the car at the coal yard? I''ll send someone to get it tomorrow. Don''t worry, you can still drive it in the future. Can I just borrow it for tomorrow?"


    In bncing his mistress and his original wife, Yan Xishan could be considered a model among men. If it were any other woman, he could generally smooth things over.


    Unfortunately, Chen Men was not just any woman. She said, "It''s indeed great news that Xiaomei is pregnant, but Xishan, we should also divide our marital assets. You currently have five unopened mines and two operational ones. I won''t mention the five unopened ones, but you need to give Yuanyuan the two operational mines. And it needs to be transferred now, otherwise you can forget about getting married."


    Yan Xishanughed in anger: "Yuanyuan is just a little girl. You want to give her two of my coal mines? Are you out of your mind?"


    Chen Men remained very calm: "Xishan, Yuanyuan won''t take a penny of the money you earn in the future, but now we must make a written agreement. You transfer the two coal mines to Yuanyuan''s name, and I promise on her behalf that she will take care of you in your old age and arrange your funeral. She will keep her word."


    Yan Xishan realized that Chen Men was trying to take away his lifeline. He sneered, "I''ve already arranged for leave. I''m getting out tomorrow to marry Xiaomei. Men, I''m sure I''ll be out soon, so why divide the assets so early? Don''t worry, Yuanyuan will get her share of the coal mines, but not now, okay?"


    He always thought he would be prosperous for life, never believing there would be a day when he would fall on hard times. But illness can strike like andslide, and he might end up lying in a hospital bed, incontinent, crying for help with no response. But he just didn''t understand this principle, and would never understand it, even to his death.


    Yan Bin couldn''t hold back anymore: "Xishan..."


    "Second brother, shut up. Yan Xishan, if you dare to go out and get married tomorrow, I''ll burn the 100,000 yuan you''ve stored with me, bill by bill, right in front of you and Hu Xiaomei," Chen Men said bluntly, adding a harsh threat.


    His son was Yan Xishan''s life, and money was Hu Xiaomei''s life. Burning money in front of Hu Xiaomei - wouldn''t that risk causing her to miscarry?


    "You wouldn''t dare. Men, are you my ancestor or what?" Yan Xishan was so frightened he nearly lost his soul.


    Chen Men took out a pre-written contract and handed it to Yan Xishan: "This is a coal mine transfer agreement. You can still operate it, but the property rights must be Yuanyuan''s, and the profits will belong to her too. If you sign it, I won''t burn the money. If you don''t sign, tomorrow at the civil affairs bureau, when you two get your marriage certificate, I''ll burn funeral money for you."


    Property and money were two different things. Yan Xishan was willing to leave some property for Yuanyuan, after all, she was a quiet, simple-minded little girl without much promise. It would be good for a girl to have some property to fall back on.


    Besides, he was the one operating the coal mines, so he could still decide how much profit to report.


    If Chen Men really brought 100,000 yuan to burn in front of Hu Xiaomei, the shock might cause her to lose his son.


    After pondering for a while, Yan Xishan took the pen and quickly signed his name on the "Coal Mine Transfer Agreement." He looked up, pointing the pen at Chen Men: "I won''t go get married tomorrow. Xiaomei might get so upset she miscarries. Men, if my son really is lost, we''ll be enemies. Let me tell you something - my case isn''t serious. I might be able to get out soon. When I do, you better watch out."


    "Behave well and strive for early release," Chen Men took the agreement and handed Yan Xishan another cigarette, even lighting it for him. "Add a chicken leg to each meal to keep your health up."


    Yan Xishan had been very angry, but after taking a drag of the cigarette, he smiled again: "Men, you''re the best to me in this world. If Xiaomei can''t give me a son, she''s nothing."


    Yan Bin shook his head and sighed as he stood up.


    He realized Men was quite clever. Why bother telling Yan Xishan about the cuckoo''s egg? As long as the coal mines belonged to Yuanyuan, it didn''t matter if he was wearing a green hat or not. It would be best if he ended up raising someone else''s son for life.


    Hopefully, he would get outter rather than sooner, and someone could warn Hu Xiaomei before he did, because she had been seeing quite a few mentely.


    It wouldn''t be good if he caught her in the act.


    ...


    At the police station, Yan Zhao and Bureau Chief Sun Nutao were also discussing how to handle those nouveau riche in the detention center.


    There were too many people pulling strings from above, and Sun Nutao could barely hold out. He wanted to ask Yan Zhao whether those coal bosses should be released or not.


    "For these nouveau riche, sentencing is not the ultimate goal. Intimidating them and making them obey thew in the future is what''s most important. Let them go. Release those old ones and let them teach the new ones how to behave properly," said Yan Zhao.


    Sun Nutao, who worked as a staff officer in the military and specialized in military strategy and tactics, was surprised by Yan Zhao''s words.


    So from the beginning, he hadn''t intended to give harsh sentences to the nouveau riche. First, he would crush their arrogance, then release them. When the newly emerged group was acting all high and mighty, the old big brothers would be released to teach them how to behave.


    The important thing was to maintain good public security.


    As Yan Zhao was about to leave, Bureau Chief Sun suddenly asked, "How''s sleeping on the memory foam mattress? Comfortable?"


    Yan Zhao paused for a moment, then said, "I''ll try it tonight."


    Does this mean he hasn''t slept on it yet?

 Chapter 44

    Yan Zhao had been focusing his efforts recently on tracking down the hit-and-run driver in the case of Teacher Huang''s son.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The investigation of Chief Xiong from the Criminal Investigation Department was being handled by the newly appointed Deputy Chief Ma Bo.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They interrogated coal bosses one by one, inspected trucks, and interviewed truck drivers.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although Chief Xiong Xiangdang admired Yan Zhao for his heroic battlefield achievements, he was inevitably a bit displeased about Yan Zhao interfering in his department''s case.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Coincidentally, Deputy Bureau Chief Ma was also unhappy. Although he put on a humble front, he secretly engaged in underhanded dealings and did nothing productive. While he didn''t openly take bribes, he did so covertly. Many of the newly emerging coal bosses were paying him respects.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Xiong Xiangdang looked down on Deputy Bureau Chief Ma in his heart, but because he was even more annoyed with Yan Zhao, he foundmon ground with Deputy Bureau Chief Ma. Today, Deputy Bureau Chief Ma had invited him over, so he wanted to have a good chat.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, just as he entered the deputy bureau chief''s office, Yan Zhao also entered the bureau chief''s office.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Chief Sun, the case has been cracked," his voice was low but prating. Although he was closing the door as he spoke, Xiong Xiangdang and Deputy Bureau Chief Ma could still hear the next sentence: "This matter is of great importance and involves so many people, we must report to the headquarters?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "So you''re saying the vehicle wasn''t even from our district?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "That''s right, which is why we couldn''t find the person all this time."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The voices on the other side were getting lower and harder to hear. Deputy Bureau Chief Ma pricked up his ears, and Xiong Xiangdang was also listening. Suddenly, they heard Sun Nutao''s voice rise: "It was actually him? Don''t alert them yet, let''s go report the situation to the city bureau immediately?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With that, the two of them left together.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Xiong Xiangdang, hearing that Yan Zhao had made a breakthrough without informing him, became even angrier. Just as he was about to pour out his grievances to Deputy Bureau Chief Ma, thetter suddenly pped his forehead: "Oh, I just remembered I have something to take care of. Chief Xiong, please have a seat, I''ll be right back."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Xiong Xiangdang was so angry he could burst, feeling frustrated with no one to vent to.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Meanwhile, Deputy Bureau Chief Ma, after leaving the police station, deliberately walked past two blocks. After making sure no one was around, he made a phone call. After finishing the call, he quietly slipped away while no one was paying attention.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, not long after he left, Yan Zhao and Sun Nutao arrived.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    All it took was pressing the redial button, and the other end had already picked up: "Hello?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao hung up the phone with a click.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "This phone has a disy, note down the number and have the technical department trace the owner directly," said Sun Nutao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In fact, they hadn''t really found out who the other person was, but the investigation work wasplete. The vehicle wasn''t from their district, and the only effective information was that the vehicle was from another district, and someone had helped cover it up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Among those currently in office who could help a hit-and-run driver cover things up at the district level, apart from Deputy Bureau Chief Ma, there was only Xiong Xiangdang. After all, only these two had handled criminal cases. They were merely using a ruse since the two happened to be together just now.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Deputy Bureau Chief Ma had taken the bait.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I recognized that person''s voice, I know who he is," said Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Deputy Bureau Chief Ma had specifically gone out to make a phone call, surely to tip off the perpetrator.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Theoretically, they could trace the phone owner through the technical department.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But this voice, although Yan Zhao had only heard it once, was too familiar. It was Chen Ping.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The Chen Ping who had coaxed his son into eating fifty skewers of meat, nearly bursting the child''s stomach.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A fateful encounter.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The case was quickly cleared up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    That night, Chen Ping was driving himself, drunk. After hitting and killing someone, he didn''t even flee the scene, and he didn''t even repair the car. Early the next morning, he even went back to the scene of the ident.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He discovered that the victim was a 15 or 16-year-old boy, and even Yan Bin, the deputy director who was usually toozy to care about anything and only knew how to idle away his days, was seriously investigating the culprit. Only then did he start pulling strings and trying to cover up the incident.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The vehicle was still there, and it was still being used for transportation, carrying sand and cement.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Coincidentally, because Chen Ping had moved to Jindong District, the truck was hidden in his newly rented coal yard.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After hearing Ma Bo''s full report, Xiong Xiangdang was finally convinced. No wonder it was said that he could be directly transferred to the capital, personally appointed by the higher-ups toe to Jindong District. This case wasn''t an ordinary criminal case; they really couldn''t handle it on their own.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Let''s proceed with the arrest," said Sun Nutao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just as Xiong Xiangdang was about to leave, Yan Zhao said, "Go to Deputy Bureau Chief Ma''s house immediately. He should be burning documents. Arrest him right away."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A deputy bureau chief, arrested without evidence?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Arrest him," Sun Nutao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for Chen Ping, Yan Zhao said he wanted to go personally. Sun Nutao felt this might not be a good idea. Since 1983, due to heavy sentences in police cases, incidents of harm to police officers during investigations had decreased, but it was still too risky for him to go alone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Take a few people with you. Those nouveau riche fight with steel pipes and knives in private, and they don''t discriminate," Sun Nutao added.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Let Ma Bo lead some people to follow as backup. Lv Liang has probably turned on us too," Yan Zhao said, scanning the room.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He had already left as he turned around.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Sun Nutao asked, "Where''s Lv Liang?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "He was just here," someone said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Sun Nutao sighed at Yan Zhao''s foresight. Lv Liang was the former deputy squadron leader, a local snake. He had been expelled from the party and dismissed from his position for visiting prostitutes. He had a gun, and if he had also taken bribes, it would be troublesome if he, as a police officer, obstructed the investigation.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Ma Bo, hurry and go support Captain Yan," he quickly said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Liu drove, silent all the way, not because he was afraid of the coal boss, but because he was saddened by Little Xiang''s death.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Anyone who heard about such a thing would feel sad.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Let''s put on some music. Cantonese songs seem to be poprtely, how about one?" Yan Zhao''s voice was very gentle as he suddenly said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Captain Yan had an artistic side and loved listening to music, and Little Liu was well prepared.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He turned on the music. This was also a song Little Liu currently enjoyed listening to, in Min Nan dialect. Although he couldn''t understand it, once it started ying, even his bones wanted to dance along.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Liu didn''t make a sound, but he hummed along silently with the tune: "Ji xi xi ji en mian wan tan, ji xi ge pie en mian dan han... ai piao jia ai ya."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The ce wasn''t far, and Little Liu drove very fast. In the blink of an eye, they were about to arrive. Yan Zhao suddenly asked, "Why does loving to visit prostitutes lead to winning?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Liu was dumbfounded.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao got out of the car, mmed the door shut, and threw back a sentence: "From now on, this kind of song is not allowed in the car."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao went to Chen Ping''s home, which was the apartment Hu Xiaomei had bought for rent.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His wife was still in the countryside, to put it bluntly, she wouldn''t even use a bar of soap. On the rare asions she came to the city, the dirt scrubbed off during a bath could clog the toilet. Their daughters were even worse, snotty and noisy.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Ping himself knew how to enjoy life in the city, with sofas, TV, water heaters, everything. But he wouldn''t let his wife and daughterse to the city. He would rather hire a housekeeper than let his wife and daughters live in such a house. Rural women, not to mention being unfit to sit on sofas, would embarrass him just by entering the city.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At this moment, he had just instructed the housekeeper to make a phone call to summon his countryside wife toe and take care of their son. He then went to his son''s bedroom and gave him a good talking to, telling him not to cause trouble at school, especially not to bully Yan Xiaowang anymore.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What are you talking about, Dad? I haven''t bullied him recently, but there are people at school who know his mom and call her a slut. What does that have to do with me?" the chubby boy raised his eyebrows and said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Ping stroked his son''s head: "Dad has to go on a long trip. You must study hard, and in the future, don''t lie or always shirk responsibility. When you encounter problems, don''t learn from Dad!" All of the child''s bad habits were actually learned from him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lv Liang was waiting at the door with two police officers. As soon as Chen Ping came out, they immediately went downstairs.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At the stairwell, the group''s footsteps faltered.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Opposite them was a man with a crew cut, dressed in a police uniform, his long legs spread wide, hands in his pockets, head slightly lowered, looking at Lv Liang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Lv Liang, are you heading out?" Yan Zhao asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lv Liang put one hand on his waist and smiled, "Captain Yan, there''s an urgent case at the city bureau that requires our cooperation in the investigation. We''re here to take someone in."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The two police officers behind him were fake. Yan Zhao had seen the files of all the police officers in the city, and their faces weren''t among them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I''m taking Chen Ping away. Go tell the city bureau that we have a case here that requires his presence," saying this, Yan Zhao took out his handcuffs and with a click, they were already on.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lv Liang quickly drew his gun, which might be a rare urrence in the history of Hua Country. However, in this era, gun control was not strict, and with many violent crimes, police officers carried guns when on duty. But now it was 7 PM, in a residential area, and two officers drawing their guns was still quite unusual.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Liu in the car was nearly scared out of his wits.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Captain Yan, aren''t you overstepping your authority?" Lv Liang shouted, ordering those behind him: "What are you waiting for? Grab the person!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Liu in the car grew even more frightened, as Lv Liang''s gun was now pressed against Captain Yan''s forehead.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If there was a bang, Lv Liang would go to prison, and Captain Yan would lose his life instantly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But in the blink of an eye, Yan Zhao merely made a backhand motion, and from the magazine to the gun itself, everything ttered to the ground, the gun bing a pile of parts on the floor.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just then, Ma Bo arrived with his team in the bureau''s van.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Ma Bo, arrest those two fake policemen. Lv Liang obstructed justice and threatened a superior with a gun. Arrest him too," Yan Zhao said tersely.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Real police arresting fake police, and a fellow officer too?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao only arrested Chen Ping, got in the car, and immediately ordered Little Liu to drive.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the interrogation room, it was narrow with a faint smell of soap. Four walls, a small table, and amp hanging very low - this was the police interrogation room. It waspletely different from what Chen Ping had imagined: small, oppressive, ufortable. Yet it strangely reminded him of the cheap plywood-decorated bedrooms of prostitutes he had visited. About the same size.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But while those ces were smelly heavens, this ce, though clean-smelling, was hell.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Ping certainly knew the gravity of the situation, but when Deputy Bureau Chief Ma had called, he had instructed that even if arrested, there was no need to worry as long as he was willing to take the fall for everything.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His son - Deputy Bureau Chief Ma would arrange for someone to look after him until he graduated from university, and even secure a job for him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Deputy Bureau Chief Ma was quite loyal. He had a mistress, reportedly a middle school ssmate of his. She was quite ugly, fat, with dark skin, but he had always stood by her, supposedly because she had done him a favor in the past.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Because of this, Chen Ping was willing to trust Deputy Bureau Chief Ma, to believe that he would provide for his son until he graduated from university.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Before Yan Zhao began the interrogation, Chen Ping had already decided how to confess, how to take responsibility, and how to keep Deputy Bureau Chief Ma and those who had helped him handle the situation out of it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But as soon as Yan Zhao opened his mouth, Chen Ping was stunned.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Tell me about the time you and Zhou Xueqin drank together. What happened at that dinner table?" Yan Zhao asked unexpectedly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Ping was taken aback, then replied, "She seduced me first." He thought this man wanted to know about his lonely ex-wife''s romantic affairs.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It seemed that, as a man, he couldn''t avoid being jealous.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even this grim reaper was no exception.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If there wasn''t anything real to confess, he''d have to make something up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yan Zhao frowned: "That''s not what I''m talking about. I''m referring to when you tricked my son into eating fifty skewers of meat, and he threw up all night."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This statement felt like a judgment from hell.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Money, I''ll give you the money, I''ll give it to you right now." Handcuffed, it wasn''t convenient to reach into his pockets, but Chen Ping really wanted to. What was once just a meaningless joke now, facing Yan Zhao''s truly terrifying face, made Chen Ping wish he could go back to that moment.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    To return those fifty yuan to Little Wang, who had been holding out his hand, pouting, asking for money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Tell me in detail," Yan Zhao said. "I don''t want to miss a single detail. From the people involved at the time, what you all said, how my son looked, his expressions, if he cried, if heughed, what he said - tell me everything."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This kind of interrogation was truly more cruel than torture.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So Chen Ping began to recount...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As he listened, Yan Zhao''s face remained as still as a sculpture under themp, not moving at all, even after the story was finished.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His voice was still gentle: "What is a father? He''s a mountain, the child''s support. Without a father, a child has no support. You hit someone and fled the scene - that''s punishable by immediate execution. How my son was back then is how your son will be in the future. Take care."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I... I can confess. If it weren''t for Deputy Bureau Chief Ma persuading me to pay to settle things, I wouldn''t have run," Chen Ping wailed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It''s toote!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao stood up abruptly, the chair he pulled back echoing dully in the empty interrogation room.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With a ng, his neck hit thempshade. With a crack, the bulb collided with the iron shade, and bits of ss from the bulb slipped down his cor. He reached back to brush it off, saw blood, wiped it away, and gestured for Ma Bo toe clean up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As Yan Zhao left the room, Chen Ping''s face slowly crumpled. His once meticulously slicked-back hair, more stylish than Chow Yun-fat''s, now hung limply on both sides of his face like a coborator in an anti-Japanese war drama. Tears streamed down his face.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At this moment, all Chen Ping could see were the images of Little Wang and Little Lang, images that chilled him to the bone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin had been eating barbecue and drinking beer with him at a roadside stall in the suburbs. During the meal, Zhou Xueqinined about Yan Zhao noting back from the battlefield,ined that Yan Zhao didn''t know how to make money,ined that Yan Zhao''s monthly allowance was only 180 yuan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Ping had timely pointed at his own Pierre Cardin belt, saying, "This costs exactly 180 yuan."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang was tied to Little Wang''s back, standing in front of the barbecue stall, wanting to urge Zhou Xueqin to go home quickly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Because Little Lang had a fever, he wanted her to take his brother to see a doctor.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Come on, Little Wang, Yan Zhao doesn''t know how to make money, but you can. Eat one skewer of meat, and uncle will give you one yuan," he had said brazenly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The little boy had snatched the skewer and eaten fifty in one go.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Everyone''s child is the apple of their eye, his precious son conceived with three little girls.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the future, he would be like Little Lang and Little Wang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After the new phone was installed at home, Yuanyuan and Little Wang did their homework around the phone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But since the phone had been installed, no one had called yet.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Why doesn''t this phone ring?" Little Wang gently picked it up and handed it to Yuanyuan. "Why don''t you try making a call? Let''s hear what it sounds like."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It costs money, two mao per minute," Yuanyuan said. "We can''t waste Dad and Mom''s money."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "The money is all earned by your mom, not my dad. I can''t make a call, but you can," Little Wang pouted.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although his father was an impressive policeman, he didn''t make much money, which made Little Wang feel both inferior and arrogant.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He would brag to Yuanyuan about how great he used to be, but now he wasn''t great at all. He wanted to go out and make money, but he could only be stuck here studying.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan leaned forward, cupping her face in her hands, smiling like a sunflower: "That''s different. They''re husband and wife, the money belongs to both of them."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Recently, it had be popr to wear two pigtails, tied with red hair ties. Chen Men had bought Yuanyuan red hair ties and personally tied her hair into two pigtails. She wore a ruffled-cor jacket bought from the department store. The six-year-old girl, a first-grader, was very popr in her ss because she could sing well. When she was on duty, a bunch of little snot-nosed kids would fight to help her carry the water bucket.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang couldn''t resist pulling her hair.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You''re hitting me again, I''m going to tell... Dad," Yuanyuan said angrily, pinching Little Wang, still not quite able to say "I''m going to tell Mom."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although pulling hair didn''t make it fall out, it still hurt. She was really annoyed with this brother now.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just then, the phone suddenly, without warning, rang. Once, then again, bringing with it a sense of modernity and trendiness. The two squabbling children were stunned into silence.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ring ring, it rang again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After picking up Little Lang, Chen Men had bought him a small backpack.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Actually, there weren''t any textbooks for kindergarten yet, but some children would carry one to school.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang liked the backpack, so he stood behind a girl wearing a backpack and kept following her. If Chen Men didn''t buy one, the little piglet who hadn''t grown up yet would run off with someone else''s little white cabbage.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Now Little Lang was also a little student, wearing a small backpack on both shoulders as he just entered the door. Seeing the phone ring, he reached out with his little paw and casually picked up the phone that everyone else treated like a treasure.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "This is Ma Xiaogang. Is Yan Wangqi there?" the person on the other end asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang grinned. It was actually his snotty ssmate Ma calling. He was a little boy who could never wipe his nose clean. He sat next to Little Wang in ss. Little Wang liked cleanliness and often helped him wipe his nose. The two boys had exchanged phone numbers.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He took the phone and said arrogantly into it: "Ma Xiaogang, it''s me, Yan Wangqi."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The phone was then passed to an olddy who said cheerfully: "Yan Wangqi, let your mothere to the phone."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men answered the phone, hearing Mrs. Ma''s voice on the other end: "Chen Men, our Qinchuan Company is nning to build an office building. Remember to submit a bid proposal. Also, please ask your Wangqi to take good care of my Xiaogang in the future. Xiaogang really likes your Wangqi."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The Qinchuan Group project was introduced by Yan Dawei, who had helped arrange the meeting. But there had been no news since then. Now, just because Little Wang had wiped the nose of a snotty ssmate, she was given the opportunity to bid?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The canteen for Dongfang Group had already been built and paid for. She had invested 5,000 yuan and made 50,000 yuan, but Chen Men wasn''t ruthless enough. She paid the migrant workers'' wages for full days and even gave each of them an extra 20 yuan as a hardship allowance. The material costs were over 10,000 yuan for things like bamboo scaffolding, steel frames, screws, ropes, and cement buckets - all of which cost money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She needed to keep some money for the final stages, so in total, she had made 30,000 yuan. In theory, she should split it equally with her older brother, but Chen Degong only wanted to take 10,000 yuan. He told Chen Men that he would deposit 9,000 in a fixed-term ount and only report 1,000 to his wife.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After all, if Zhou''s mother and her family knew that big brother had earned so much money, they would find ways to take it away.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men ended up with a clean 20,000 yuan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was indeed another huge sum. But in an era where installing andline cost 3,800 yuan, a newly released pager cost 2,000 yuan with annualwork fees of 600 yuan and service fees of 500 yuan, and a Pierre Cardin suit cost 800 yuan, that money wasn''t really much.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, the workers were still willing to work for her. After all, the migrant workers had never seen a contractor like Chen Men who paid wages so promptly. They were already asking her when the next project would start.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I''ll prepare the bid proposal right away," Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She turned to leave, intending to visit Teacher Huang''s house. She didn''t know how to prepare a bid proposal herself, but Teacher Huang could help.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang was simply amazing!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, as soon as she stepped out, she ran into Yan Zhao. There were also quite a few police officers in the vige, surrounding Teacher Huang''s house.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Before Chen Men could tell Yan Zhao about the great thing Little Wang had done for the family, Yan Zhao cut to the chase: "How about I grill some meat for you all today?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You know how to grill meat? Lamb?" Could it be that she had married an Uncle Afanti?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Pheasant, snake, crocodile, bamboo rat, porcupine, deer - I can do those too," Yan Zhao recalled carefully. From his expression, it seemed he hadn''t just grilled these meats, but had eaten them as well.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This wasn''t Uncle Afanti, but a werewolf.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Also, Yuanyuan and Little Lang should start sleeping on the kang bed from tonight," Yan Zhao added.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men wasn''t stupid; she just hadn''t expected Yan Zhao to be so ceremonial about it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What about the spring mattress?" she asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I''ll sleep on it," Yan Zhao said curtly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 45

    When Little Wang heard about eating barbecue, he instinctively said, "No."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Didn''t you say you could eat fifty skewers at once? Let''s see you do it," said Yuanyuan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang quickly replied, "I was just boasting. You actually believed that?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang, who had just learned to count from one to ten in kindergarten, seriously counted on his chubby fingers, "Little Lang can do it."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The two older ones dismissed him, "You could probably eat a whole sheep."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    By evening, the meat in the market wouldn''t be fresh anymore. Although Yan Zhao insisted on grilling, Chen Men persuaded him against it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The children had been in school for two weeks now. Although the teacher said Little Wang was struggling a bit with his studies, he was very loyal and never bullied other children. He was especially close with Ma the Snot Bubble Guy, oh no, Ma Xiaogang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Our Little Wang hasn''t skipped school for two weeks, which is great. If he can keep it up until next weekend, we''ll have a barbecue to celebrate," Chen Men said with a smile.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang and Yuanyuan were a bit disappointed, but Little Wang felt sweet inside.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just because he hadn''t skipped school for two weeks, Chen Men wanted to celebrate. How fun.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, Little Wang particrly disliked eating barbecue. He didn''t even like the smell. At night, he would avoid passing by barbecue stalls. The child had psychological trauma.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing that Yan Zhao, although in the bedroom, kept looking towards Chen Men in the kitchen, the child felt something was wrong. Could it be that Chen Men had told his father about Chen Ping treating him to skewers after all?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He hoped she hadn''t.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Because if she had, his father would investigate Zhou Xueqin, and Zhou Xueqin woulde to their door to scold him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was already too ashamed to face other children at his grandmother''s house. Currently in Yanguan Vige, although he wasn''t the children''s leader, at least no one called his mother nasty names. If Zhou Xueqin came and made a scene, letting everyone know that Zhou Xueqin was his mother and about his mother''s past affairs, his reputation in Yanguan Vige would be ruined.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The youngd was truly caught between joy and sorrow, his emotions intertwined.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As the autumn wind blew, bringing with it faint sounds of mournful cries, Chen Men put down her work and rushed out the door. Teacher Huang and his wife were weing the spirit with paper offerings.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    People who died violently outside the vige couldn''t be brought into the vige for funeral rites. Now that the case was solved and the murderer found, they could wee the spirit home to put the matter to rest.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But in ancient terms, children who died too young, especially by violent means, with unfulfilled wishes, belonged to the realm of evil spirits.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Every household had to burn paper offerings to send them off at this time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The mention of evil spirits made everyone scared. The sky that had been clear suddenly turned gloomy, and the autumn wind whistled, chilling to the bone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men cut a stack of white paper into coin shapes and came out to see Sister Liu from across the way winking at her, signaling her to go back quickly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The wind was strong and cold. On the main road were only Teacher Huang and his wife, looking eerie. Everyone else just stretched their hands out their doors to burn a little paper to ward off bad luck, with no oneing forward to get involved.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although Chen Men knew solving the case would bringfort to Third Sister-inw Huang, she felt the police had chosen a terrible time. Third Sister-inw Huang was less than three months pregnant; what if the shock caused a miscarriage?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Teacher Huang himself was stumbling along, unable to take care of his wife. It looked like Third Sister-inw Huang was about to fall.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Sister-inw, watch your step," Chen Men said, rushing forward to support Third Sister-inw Huang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Third Sister-inw Huang patted Men: "This matter is unlucky. Others shouldn''t get involved. You should go home quickly."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Little Xiang was one of our own children. What''s there to be unlucky about?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men helped Third Sister-inw Huang through the door and, after some thought, decided not to let her kneel. She joined Teacher Huang in kneeling, paying respects, and speaking to the child''s spirit.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Third Sister-inw Huang sat on the edge of the kang bed, stroking her belly and watching silently.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Her wish had finally been fulfilled.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Leaving Third Sister-inw Huang''s house, Chen Men ran into Yan Sanye. She nodded and smiled, even helping the old man through the door. She was thinking to herself that when Yan Sanye was young, he was Yan Xishan''s master, known for urinating in front of widows'' doors and defecating on ancestors'' graves - he had done all sorts of bad things. Recently, he seemed to have turned over a new leaf. Was he willing toe andfort Teacher Huang?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But why was the old man looking at her so strangely?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan was only in first grade, learning her ABCs. She had little homework and finished quickly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang had a bit more homework, and he did it very slowly. He was quick at math, but he wrote each character to look like print, which was slow, extremely slow.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So slow that Yan Zhao kept looking at his watch, wondering if it was broken and running too fast.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Finally seeing him finish, Yan Zhao closed his book with a snap and went to wash his face and shave: "Go to bed early."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang felt something was off with his father: "Dad, why are you shaving sote at night?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao finished shaving and startedbing his close-cropped hair: "Children shouldn''t ask about adult matters."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "No way, when my original mom used to wash her face andb her hair at night, it meant she was going out. You''re copying her now, Dad. That''s not good," Little Wang advised earnestly. "If you don''t get on the kang bed, I won''t either. We''ll just stay up."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But under Yan Zhao''s stern gaze, he obediently climbed onto the kang and slipped under the covers.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Not asleep yet?" Yan Zhao turned back and asked, knocking on the window.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men said, "The door''s not locked. Come in."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao entered and immediately unbuttoned and took off his shirt, hanging it on the wall. With a lift of his hand, a section of his waist was already exposed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The two children had been called to the kang bed by Chen Men. The children''s breathing was even as they slept. If he really wanted to do something, he could go to the spring mattress side.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Was he going to get on the kang directly?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even though she had seen two scumbags in her previous life, she had never encountered someone so direct. His steps were too big; wasn''t he afraid of pulling a muscle?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Let me see what''s going on back there?" It turned out there were several burn scars on his back, apparently new.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In that instant, Chen Men eximed in her mind: Such fair, tight skin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This man not only had a good physique but even better skin. When he flexed his arms, the muscle lines on his back made Chen Men marvel. It wasn''t the scary big muscle knots of Westerners, but slightly lean and perfectly proportioned.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    That''s why he looked so thin when clothed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    There were several small red spots on his back. Chen Men gently pressed one of the most swollen ones: "Here?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A stream of pus came out, apanied by pain and a strange sensation. Yan Zhao took a deep breath: "Try squeezing it."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The surface skin was pale, looking like a burn that had be infected.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men didn''t dare touch it. She pressed lightly and saw pus continue to flow out, so she said, "Let''s go to the hospital, or find a clinic nearby to ask?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Scratch it hard, break it open. There should be something inside," Yan Zhao moved closer. The itching after infection was more unbearable than the pain. He wanted to grab her hand and make her break it open.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although it was a small wound, it was infected. Was she sure it would heal if she broke it open?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, Chen Men''s gaze shifted, and she noticed the infected area seemed to be glinting. She reached out to touch it again, suddenly gently pressing. Inside the pus was a curved piece of ss, about the size of a fingernail, surrounded by pus.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was a shard from a light bulb, probably sshed in. How painful that must have been.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At the moment it was squeezed out, Yan Zhao''s entire body suddenly tensed, his muscles as hard as cold steel.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He couldn''t help but let out a muffled groan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    There was alcohol, cotton, and medical gauze tape at home. Chen Men got off the kang to fetch them, used the cotton dipped in alcohol to disinfect Yan Zhao''s wound, and then bandaged it for him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If he could see it, he would have noticed that she had cut the gauze into a small butterfly shape.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "All done," Chen Men said, putting away the cotton swabs.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The lingering sensation of being caressed remained, and Yan Zhao suddenly said, "Xishan should be out soon."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men made a sound of acknowledgment, then suddenly realized - was this man afraid she was still thinking about Yan Xishan?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Of course, Yan Xishan was charming, Yan Xishan was a little Fei Xiang, he didn''t even need to pay when visiting prostitutes. But for Yan Zhao to be jealous of Yan Xishan seemed a bit much. When had she ever considered Yan Xishan as a person?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Tonight Yan Zhao was sleeping on the spring mattress, so Chen Men nced at the quilt. Wasn''t the hint obvious enough?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At least he should grab a pillow and she could sneak over - that would be more appropriate. She couldn''t very well grab a pillow and go to him, could she?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao saw Chen Men staring at the quilt, her eyes darting furtively. He was about to reach out when suddenly someone knocked on the door outside. It sounded like Yan Sanye''s voice.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao remained silent. Chen Men looked at him, just smiling, also saying nothing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Sanye persistently knocked on the door, saying, "Yan Zhao, you coward, I know you''re not asleep. Open the door now."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao had no choice but to open the door. Sure enough, it was Yan Sanye, standing at the doorway with a cane.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Little Xiang''s case has been solved. It wasn''t Xishan who did it, right? Where''s our Little Fei Xiang? When are you going to release him?" Yan Sanye didn''t even enter, just prodded with his cane and asked sternly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing Yan Zhao remain silent, he actually poked his cane into Yan Zhao''s chest. "It''s only 10 PM, you shameless man, sleeping on Xishan''s kang bed, fondling Xishan''s woman, while my Xishan is locked up in jail eating prison food. Is this how you people''s police do your job?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Before Little Xiang''s case was solved, the old man was anxious but didn''t dare to speak up, fearing that Yan Xishan might have been the one who hit someone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Now that the case was solved, the old man couldn''t wait even for one night.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao grabbed the cane, but the old man came prepared. Instead of getting angry, he lunged into Yan Zhao''s arms, giving him a face-to-face greeting, spitting saliva all over Yan Zhao''s face: "If you don''t release Xishan, I''lle knocking on your door at this time every night. You won''t be able to do anything in peace."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men, sitting on the kang bed, wasughing so hard her stomach hurt. She finally heard Yan Zhao mutter, "Don''t be angry, old sir. I''ll release him right away."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Go put on your clothes, you shameless man. Look at those arms of yours, and that waist." Yan Sanye poked hard at Yan Zhao''s bulging chest muscles with his cane, then looked down at his narrow, tight waist, and repeated, "Utterly shameless!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men copsedughing on the kang bed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan and Little Lang were also startled awake, rubbing their eyes together.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Nowadays, they still held public trials, and they had to be on weekends. They even had to announce it in the newspaper in advance, calling for people toe and watch.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The on-site public trial was held at the scene of the crime. The police were fully armed, police cars lined up in rows, and Dongfang Trucks were mounted with machine guns. Then came the trucks with armed police escorting the criminals.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Loudspeakers were hung high, one in each of the four directions.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The escorting police officers even wore sunsses, and they chose those with the best image and temperament, looking powerful and handsome.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They called it a trial by ten thousand people, and it truly was a massive crowd. When the whole city heard about the public trial, everyone rushed to Jindong District. The big road outside Yanguan Vige was packed with people. The vegetable vendors didn''t even bother doing business; they all ran out to watch the excitement.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men wasn''t at the scene.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She also strictly ordered the children not to go, staying with her to pick out barbecue seasonings instead.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Cumin powder, Sichuan pepper powder, soy sauce, ck vinegar, white vinegar, ketchup, ginger - the seasonings were the soul of barbecue.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They hadn''t even bought the meat yet, and already had a full basket.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just as Yan Zhao chose this day, with the noisy ten-thousand-person trial outside, he insisted on having barbecue.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Children couldn''t be restrained. In the blink of an eye, Little Wang and Yuanyuan had already run off. Little Lang wasn''t afraid, but he didn''t want to go with Chen Men either, just standing at the street corner watching.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They could only go to observe.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The trial tform was set up at the vige entrance, with the main stage built high on a tform, blocking the entire road entrance.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was said that leaders from the city bureau and the intermediate people''s court had alle.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Sun Nutao was the one presenting evidence: "Leaders, here is all the evidence of Chen Ping''s hit-and-run, as well as our bureau''s Deputy Bureau Chief Ma''s corruption and the cover-up by Wang Ming, the director of Yanguan Police Station."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Among the leaders from the city bureau, there happened to be Fan Xiang''s son, Fan Zhenhua.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although he wasn''t directly involved in Chen Ping''s hit-and-run case, his fingerprints were all over this big piece of fat meat that was Jindong District.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When the case files were being passed around, he had been sweating profusely, because he had heard that this Yan Zhao was a bull-headed fellow who investigated everything thoroughly, digging to the bottom regardless of family or children.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In this kind of public setting, if Yan Zhao were to dig to the bottom and expose him, it would be like a fish tearing the, and no one would have a good oue.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After the bureau chief finished reviewing, he passed it to President Xu of the intermediate court. As President Xu was reviewing, Fan Zhenhua noticed him asionally ncing his way, which seemed meaningful. Looking at Yan Zhao in the distance below the stage, his back was already soaked with sweat.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But after President Xu finished reading, he passed it to him with a smile. Fan Zhenhua took it and read through it line by line, finding that fortunately, the case files only investigated Deputy Bureau Chief Ma, Director Wang, and others, without mentioning him. He finally let out a long sigh of relief.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Closing the case file, Fan Zhenhua thought to himself that Yan Zhao was indeed just a simpleton, quite ordinary, without much ability.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Besides, Deputy Bureau Chief Ma wouldn''t dare implicate him for the safety of his wife and children.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He had managed tond safely this time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Closing the case file, Fan Zhenhua immediately raised his voice and spoke into the loudspeaker: "Hit-and-run is an extremely vicious behavior. Ma Kai''s cover-up and indulgence of criminals have severely damaged the image of our party and our system. On behalf of the city bureau, I request the court to conduct a fair trial and severely punish the culprit."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Nowadays, handling cases emphasizes severe punishment.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although public trials may seem cruel, they are very effective.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Publicly executing one person can keep a ce stable for many years.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the end, the case was judged and sentenced on the spot. Deputy Bureau Chief Ma and the director of Yanguan Police Station were found guilty of collusion, corruption, and bribery, sentenced to ten years in prison and lifelong deprivation of political rights.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for Chen Ping, he was found guilty of bribery, criminal conspiracy, and hit-and-run. With multiple offensesbined, he was sentenced to death by firing squad, to be carried out immediately.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Who knows where the little chubby boy is now, or what he''s doing. In any case, if he were to see this scene, it would be a lifelong nightmare for that poor child.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yesterday, Chen Ping was still a nouveau riche, showing off everywhere in Yan Xishan''s shy red car.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Today, he''s already a prisoner. During the trial, they were ced on Dongfang Trucks, surrounded by machine guns, in handcuffs and shackles. He, Ma Kai, and Wang Ming, one person per truck.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As soon as the loudspeaker announced "Sentenced to death, to be executed immediately," the armed police began to disperse the crowd.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The police didn''t escort the prisoners down from the trucks; they were dragged down.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Four police officers dragged one criminal. One was to be executed, while the other two were to be taken to observe.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was then that Chen Men saw Yan Zhao. He was by Deputy Bureau Chief Ma''s truck, reaching out to unlock and let the man down.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The armed police on the perimeter linked arms to hold back the onlookers, and people were more interested in the corrupt deputy bureau chief than in Chen Ping, who had run someone over.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Deputy Bureau Chief Ma''s attitude of admitting his mistakes was particrly good. After all, such people sing whatever tune the mountain they''re on ys.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He wasn''t being dragged off to be shot, just to observe, so he was still shouting: "Everyone should learn from my mistake. Don''t make errors, don''t ept bribes, or you will surely face severe legal punishment."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With this kind of attitude in admitting his mistakes, wouldn''t ten years be reduced to five in no time?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Yan Zhao, you just wait," Deputy Bureau Chief Ma gritted his teeth, cursing in his heart: "Endure for now, we''ll settle ounts slowly!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But raising his head, he still smiled and said, "Everyone should take me as a warning, and heed thew!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As he was muttering this, Yan Zhao suddenly grabbed his wrist. "Deputy Ma?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Captain Yan, I was wrong, terribly wrong." Although he said this, Deputy Bureau Chief Ma didn''t really feel he had done anything wrong. He had just underestimated Yan Zhao, not considering him a real enemy.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "That Simmons mattress wasn''t sent to me, it was sent to some woman, right? How much more money is hidden at that woman''s ce?" Yan Zhao asked in return.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Corrupt officials don''t keep much money at home. After all, if an official wants to be corrupt, they usually keep a mistress who can both bear children for them and helpunder money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Deputy Bureau Chief Ma''s mistress was quite ugly, so ugly that no one would believe they were together if they walked side by side.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But how did Yan Zhao find out about his mistress?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Wasn''t this guy just a simpleton? How did he discover it?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The money at the mistress''s house was the bulk of it!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    That money would get him prosecuted for life imprisonment!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Deputy Bureau Chief Ma''s mind exploded. Looking up at Yan Zhao again, he suddenly realized that this seemingly honest man was actually an old fox. Cold sweat poured from his scalp like soybeans. In that instant, he felt true terror and fear for the first time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With a swift motion, Yan Zhao grabbed one of his arms and started walking.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The execution ground was over by the coal yard. Armed police were dispersing people from all sides, and the loudspeakers were telling everyone not to crowd or gather, but people still surged forward in droves.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The police officers were dragging the criminal, supposed to be marching with a vigorous stride. The four officerspeted with their steps, each trying to be faster than the others, resulting in them running forward with the criminal in tow, and getting faster and faster.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The camera had to record the whole process, chasing after their feet.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Thismotion stirred everyone''s hearts, and all the people started running in a frenzy. Some lost their shoes, some lost their children, and some even had their pants trampled off.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the midst of it all, two gunshots rang out, piercing the sky and making everyone''s eardrums ache.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Those were gunshots, right? Did they kill two people?" Yuanyuan stopped curiously.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang, whom she had been holding onto, suddenly broke free and ran away, quick as a monkey.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But just as she was about to chase after him, the young man came back.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Holding up two fingers, he shouted from afar: "They say one shot didn''t kill him, so they fired another."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Xiong Xiangdang was on duty at the scene. Having just recognized this as Captain Yan''s son, he reached out and tugged Little Wang''s ear: "Howe you don''t have your dad''s courage or his height? You look quite wimpy, not even daring to watch the execution."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Actually, Xiong Xiangdang admired Yan Zhao and just wanted to joke with Little Wang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang didn''t mind, but Little Lang liked to mind. He immediately jumped up and bit Xiong Xiangdang''s hand: "Bite bad guy."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With a yelp, Xiong Xiangdang cried out: "How dare this little brat bite people?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The child leaped into the air, specifically targeting hands to bite.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Not only biting, the little one also made a gun with his hand, going "bang, bang" over and over.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This child''s biting habit needs to be corrected, or he''ll get into trouble in the future.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men grabbed Little Lang back and took the opportunity to educate Little Wang: "So you see, don''t ever break thew in the future. If you do, the police won''t let any bad person off the hook."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang walked and jumped, nudging Yuanyuan: "Your mom is telling you not to break thew in the future."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Mom, this brother..." Yuanyuan, holding the condiments, stomped her feet in anger.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang wasn''t as well-behaved as when he first arrived, nor as lovable as before. Now he always liked to tease her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But just as she was about to get angry, he took all the groceries she was carrying and smiled mischievously.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This brother was driving Yuanyuan crazy.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The children went home first, while Chen Men went to Teacher Huang''s house.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Today was the day the criminal was brought to justice, and Teacher Huang and his wife were with the police, who were doing ideological work with them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It wasn''t really appropriate for her to visit today, but the Qinchuan Group project, for which Mrs. Ma said they needed the bid within a week, was urgent. She had toe at this time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The police were now withdrawing. Some of them were humming "Wolf Run Wolf Stay," while others were humming "Seventy Percent is Destiny, Thirty Percent is Hard Work."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They were just ordinary young men. Although Chen Men didn''t know them, they all seemed to know her. Each of them saluted her when they saw her, calling her "Sister-inw."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And they all looked quite thin, unlike the fat, pot-bellied police officers from the local station before.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The appearance of the police force had been renewed recently.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Hello, Sister-inw. I used to be in Captain Yan''s unit," one of them saluted Chen Men.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Another stuck out his tongue and said, "Sister-inw, you haven''t changed since you were sixteen. You still look like your photo."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    How could they have seen her photo from when she was sixteen?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Another pinched him: "Don''t mention Sister-inw''s photo again. If Captain Yan finds out, he''ll beat us up."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 46

    When finalizing the project bid with Teacher Huang, he was particrly surprised: "You came here yourself?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Little Wang came on our behalf," Chen Men said with a smile.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She could hardly believe it, but the fact was that in the Dongfang School, full of hidden talents, Little Wang was obscure and evencked presence in front of teachers due to his small stature and insecurity.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But he didn''t hit others, didn''t bully other children, and liked to take care of younger ssmates. That little bit of kindness had earned her a bidding opportunity.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After listening to Chen Men, Teacher Huang said, "This is why I love teaching. Teaching children to be kind is more important than anything else. I''ll write the bid."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The incident with Little Xiang had passed, and although Teacher Huang and his wife were still grief-stricken, at least now they had new hope.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao only had ideas about barbecuing, so Chen Men had to implement everything.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She bought charcoal, cleaned a few bricks, built a trough, lit the charcoal, and created a simple grill.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Then came cutting meat and vegetables for skewers. She cut, Yuanyuan threaded, with a perfect ratio of three lean to one fat piece.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang was originally hiding, but because Chen Men and Yuanyuan''s preparations looked so fun, he couldn''t help bute out to help.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had borrowed skewers from a nearbymb kebab shop. Not only did they havemb, but also green beans, eggnt, peppers, oyster mushrooms, tofu skin, rice cakes, and sweet potato noodles.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Especially the sweet potato noodles - they looked thin and hard. Would they taste good grilled?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The outside stalls didn''t have this grilling method.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She also ground up lots of peanuts, sesame seeds, and roasted, crushed almond bits, saying she would sprinkle them on the skewers.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, she had simmered half a jar of chili oil, saying it was for brushing onto the skewers before eating.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Outside, the Uyghur vendors with flowery hats would just burn the meat on the fire for a bit and sprinkle some cumin on top.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They would asionally pick their noses and scratch their bottoms, not paying attention to hygiene at all. Eating there often led to stomachaches, but Chen Men''s method not only smelled delicious but was clean and hygienic.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang had once experienced a lifelong nightmare at a kebab stall, but at this moment, he was experiencing the most unforgettable and exciting meal of his life.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His father hadn''t returned yet, but Little Lang couldn''t wait anymore and kept jumping around.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This child loved to bite people too much, wanting to bite everyone he saw. But he was gentle with his hands and didn''t like to hit people. This habit wasn''t good - if it wasn''t corrected, what if someone got angry and hit him? Could he handle it?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men first grilled a skewer of meat for Little Lang, using a tissue to clean the tip of the skewer. She said, "Our Little Lang won''t bite people anymore, okay?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Won''t bite mommy, won''t bite brother, won''t bite sister," Little Lang said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It means not biting anyone at all," Chen Men took away the skewer. "Otherwise, you''re not allowed to eat."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang became unhappy, grunting and trying to grab the skewer. Unable to get it, Chen Men asked again, "Will you dare to bite people in the future?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "No biting, teeth itchy," Little Lang said, opening his mouth wide and tugging at his teeth.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This child still had his baby teeth, not yet time to lose them or get new ones. How could his teeth be itchy?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men carefully looked at the little one''s teeth and suddenly noticed a gap on the side. The gap wasn''t big, but two teeth were leaning towards each other, growing crooked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Little Wang, why does Little Lang''s tooth look strange?" Chen Men reached out to touch it, feeling like there was something inside.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang said, "He broke a tooth once. At the time, the doctor wanted to pull it out, but they said it wasn''t necessary and it would be fine when it grew back."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So Little Lang had actually broken a tooth, but the root was still inside. The outside of the tooth was missing, so the teeth on either side were growing towards each other. The root inside was itchy, which was probably why he always unconsciously liked to bite things.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Why didn''t you say so earlier? He must be so ufortable, and his teeth will bepletely deformed. We need to pull out that tooth and put in a spacer, otherwise his entire gum line will have problems."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    No wonder this child was often irritable and liked to bite things.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang asked Chen Men, "Doesn''t pulling a tooth cost money? Does my dad have enough?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin alwaysined about Yan Zhao not making enough money,ining aboutcking money, which had nted a psychological shadow in this child''s mind.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It''s enough. I''ll take him to get it pulled tomorrow," Chen Men thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "We''ll use your sry."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang, imitating the adults, was brushing oil on the grilled meat. He pouted, "What sry do I have?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Teacher Huang gets five yuan a day. You run to the construction site every day, working so hard, and even helped us get business from Qinchuan Group. I must pay you a sry," Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang was delighted to hear this: "Then I won''t go to school anymore. I''ll just do engineering work with you. Don''t look down on me because I''m small. I can run errands really fast."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "That''s fine, but you need to learn how to draw blueprints, do budgets, and write bids first," Chen Men said. "Take these skewers over to Teacher Huang and your Aunt Huang, and ask Teacher Huang how to properly do engineering work."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She put the grilledmb, sweet potato noodles, oyster mushrooms, and eggnt on a te and handed it to Little Wang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang took the te of skewers and walked off enthusiastically.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men''s goal was to boost Little Wang''s confidence and not let him feel inferior because his father didn''t earn much money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But this ambitious little pup who wanted to make money always misunderstood her intentions.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Let Teacher Huang give him a reality check and let him know how difficult engineering work really is.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After Yan Zhao returned, he took over the barbecue stand and officially started grilling.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Next door, Qin Yu and Yan Dawei had been arguing all day. Ningning was leaning on Chen Men''s door, curiously watching the barbecue stand.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Usually, Ningning would have all sorts of delicious foods and fun things that Yuanyuan could look at and smell but not touch or eat. However, Yuanyuan was much more generous. With her mother''s permission, since they had made so many skewers today, she invited almost all the little girls in the vige toe eat barbecue.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Fortunately, Chen Men had prepared plenty of skewers, and barbecue is best enjoyed with a crowd anyway. The little girls'' mouths were all oily as they curiously observed that fierce-looking, dark-skinned uncle.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As the couple grilled skewers, Yan Zhao took the opportunity to discuss the case, talking about the results of the execution by firing squad.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Reportedly, because the scene was too chaotic, the judicial police were disturbed, and the first shot only hit the chest urately. It took a second shot to the head. The officer carrying out the execution would be disciplined with a demerit. The brain matter that sttered out was like tofu pudding. Looking at the tofu she was currently grilling, Chen Men suddenly felt she couldn''t eat it anymore.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    To make matters worse, Yan Zhao held up a piece of tofu, brushing it with chili oil, and said, "Brain matter covered in blood looks about the same as this tofu."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Mentioning that Deputy Bureau Chief Ma had been scared into shock, losing control of his bowels and dder, Chen Men became a bit curious: "How much money did he actually embezzle?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "His wife had 50,000 yuan, his mistress had 150,000 yuan, and counting the discounted goods, it came to about 30,000 yuan," Yan Zhao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A deputy chief of a local police station had cash flowparable to Yan Xishan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yet how many risks had Yan Xishan taken, how much hardship had he endured, how much suffering had he gone through to do business?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In Hua Country, bing a corrupt official was truly the best path to getting rich quickly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men swallowed hard: "He really knew how to rake it in."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "There''s no special technique. In that position, anyone can rake it in. If you include family members, you can rake in even more," Yan Zhao said, ncing at Chen Men.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His gaze wasn''t right - it was hot and scorching.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So his serious recounting of this case, describing the scene so vividly, was to warn her not to use his position of authority to make money?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Was Chen Men that kind of person?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She deliberately patted her chest and said, "It''s not easy being the family of a police officer. In the future when we go out, try not to wear your uniform. The children and I will also keep our distance from you. If anyone dares toe to our door with a bribe, I''ll call you immediately. Don''t be distracted from your work. I''ll take care of things on the home front while you maintainw and order in Dongjin District."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This ttery was so over-the-top that even she felt a bit nauseated.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yan Zhao seemed to really appreciate it. "Thank you," he said. Noticing that Chen Men liked the sweet potato noodles, he tried to feed her a bite while the children weren''t paying attention.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But suddenly a little girl turned her head, probably never having seen a man feed a woman before. She wanted to pull Yuanyuan to turn and look too, but Yan Zhao red at the little girl, scaring her so much that she ran away holding back tears.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Did you get any reward for solving the case?" Chen Men asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men remembered that Yan Xishan had offered a 5,000 yuan reward to the police to solve the case quickly. Although she wouldn''t think of being greedy and would work hard to earn money herself, that money should have been Yan Zhao''s.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It was given as a bonus to all military-transferred police officers. I got 300 yuan, to be paid with the sry at the end of the month," Yan Zhao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It''s alright, I''ll earn money for us," she tried to report the details of the contract work and all the money in her hands.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao looked at her, his eyes seeming to see right through her, but he quickly looked away: "I won''t check your ounts, but you can''t do anything illegal either."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This man was capable of personally reporting his wife and immediately divorcing her if he discovered she had broken thew. In the future, when he was promoted to bureau chief in the capital, many people would want to investigate him, but they wouldn''t find any ws in this police chief.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men finally understood a bit of Zhou Xueqin''s difficulties in her past life.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In this era, even if you didn''t want to get rich quickly, you couldn''t live too poorly. Poverty made life difficult not just for yourself, but even more so for your children.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Now Little Wang was like Yuanyuan in her past life. No matter how much she encouraged him and showed him kindness, the child felt inferior because his father had no economic status at home.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even if children don''t activelypare themselves, when others have new clothes and they don''t, when others have new pencil cases and they don''t, they still feel inferior.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And if you want to make money without breaking thew, it''s too difficult.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Regarding the construction project, she hoped Yan Zhao wouldn''t object if she took it on.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Otherwise, she probably wouldn''t be able to maintain her current gentle and understanding persona, and would have to argue with him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Xishan is getting out of prison today. I''ve already talked to Third Uncle, he won''te and make trouble anymore. Come over by yourself tonight."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men stared at him for a long time, watching as Yan Zhao''s ears turned red, then his neck, until he finally avoided her gaze: "Eat a bit more, I''ll clean up the dishes."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This dog of a man, couldn''t he speak in a gentler tone, say something nice, make it sound like an invitation?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Would it kill him to say something tender?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "No," she said defiantly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao''s hand paused for a moment, but he didn''t look at her, just continued clearing away the tes and bowls the children had dirtied.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Wait until I''m clean, then we''ll see," Chen Men said, holding back a smile.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She saw it clearly - Yan Zhao''s lips curled into a smile, and oh, he even showed his teeth.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His teeth were so white, the kind that could be used in toothpastemercials.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At the gate of Xiping Detention Center, Yan Xishan carried a red and blue stic woven bag, looking up at the entrance.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It had been less than two months, and he was already being released.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was about to spit a mouthful of phlegm on the detention center gate when two young, pretty women approached from across the street. He immediately put aside his vulgar intentions and prepared to flip his long hair.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Then he got angry again - the long hair he had worked so hard to grow, styled in big waves, had been buzzed off by those bastards as soon as he entered the detention center.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The walk to the bus stop was long, and the ce was so remote that Yan Xishan''s feet ached.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A cunning hare has three burrows. A few days ago, he had only told Hu Xiaomei where he had hidden a 10,000 yuan note, telling her to use it for the children''s nutrition. But the key to the coal mine and the rest of the money were hidden elsewhere.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan was a man who had been scared of poverty. He wouldn''t let go of the falcon until he saw the rabbit.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The 100,000 yuan he had given to Chen Men would go to Zhaodi if he died, but now that he was out, he would definitely keep it for himself.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for the coal mine''s property rights, he had written an agreement, but unless he personally transferred it at the Coal Resources Bureau and the Land Bureau, that paper agreement wouldn''t take effect.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Now, he would first withdraw some money to buy things for Hu Xiaomei, give her a surprise.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A 380 yuan Yu Xi set, and the state-owned department store had recently opened a Montagut counter, so he''d get a set ofce underwear.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When he arrived home, it was past 10 p.m. Seeing the living room window dark, his first thought was that when Men had just gotten pregnant with Zhaodi, she was always sleepy, sleeping all day. Hu Xiaomei, three months pregnant, must have gone to bed early.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His heart felt so warm.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With his shaved head, still wearing the old clothes Chen Men had sent him, he looked very different from the dashing figure he had been before going to prison. Carrying the woven bag, he went up the stairs, his hand on the key, when he saw Wang Ding''an, a small contractor from Jinxi, with his ear pressed against his door, looking so sneaky.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan wasn''t stupid. He quietly approached and patted the guy on the shoulder: "Brother, what are you listening to?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Wang Ding''an and Yan Xishan were just drinking buddies, having met only a few times. Moreover, Yan Xishan had shaved his head. Turning around, Wang Ding''an said: "Hu Xiaomei is clearly at home, I knocked today but she wouldn''t open the door. Damn it, her favorite Chen Ping was executed, Zhou Fulong is at Little Hong Kong today, Sun Maocai is at Dream Paris, all her old friends are away, but she heard my voice and deliberately didn''t open the door. She must have a new friend."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This massive amount of information was like arge bucket of dog blood poured over Yan Xishan''s bald head.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Wang Ding''an''s chubby, half-bald face pushed closer to Xishan''s: "You''re here to pursue her too, right? Let''s keep watch together and see who she''s entertaining tonight." Suddenly recognizing Yan Xishan''s familiar high-bridged nose, deep-set eyes, and thin, delicate face, he stammered: "...Xi... Xishan?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Xishan grinned, in the darkness looking just like a smiling Yama, the king of hell, about to take a life.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He gently patted Wang Ding''an''s shoulder, gesturing for him to leave quietly, then took out his key and opened the door as softly as possible.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the familiar living room was the genuine leather sofa that Chen Men had been saving for but couldn''t bear to buy, and the big color TV that he had managed to get a ticket for and wanted to move back home, but Hu Xiaomei had kissed his face and repeatedly promised to give him a son, saying she would raise him from childhood to be a nobleman, so he had personally carried it back.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The living room light was off. Yan Xishan listened quietly and heard a man''s voice from the dining area: "Go cry at the detention center again tomorrow, get Xishan to marry you quickly. Once you''re married, I''ll find someone to approve the mining rights for the other five big mines. With seven big mines, if we open them up for coal production, we''ll be Xiping City''s first millionaires."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So not only were there horns on his head, but they were also colorful and brilliant.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 47

    After listening for a while longer, Yan Xishan recognized the person - Fan Zhendong, Fan Zhenhua''s younger brother and Hu Xiaomei''s former step-brother. He worked at the Justice Bureau as a minor official.<span>0


    He was actually quite ordinary, but mainly because Fan Xiang had connections and secured good positions for his sons.<span>0


    Originally, the Fan brothers had been indifferent towards Hu Xiaomei and Qi Dongmei, the mother-daughter pair. Fan Zhenhua''s wife was especially wary of Hu Xiaomei, and even Fan Xiang didn''t allow Fan Zhendong to get too close to Hu Xiaomei.<span>0


    Yan Xishan had also tried to drive a wedge between them, and Qi Dongmei had even chased Fan Xiang away.<span>0


    But now they sat at the dining table, chatting happily like close siblings, discussing how to divide up his assets.<span>0


    "What about Chen Men?" Hu Xiaomei suddenly asked.<span>0


    Fan Zhendong replied, "If she wants money, just give her a little to cate her. The most important thing is the ownership of the coal mines. You have a son now, why bother with that old hag?"<span>0


    "My money? I''d rather give it to a dog than Chen Men," Hu Xiaomei sneered. Because Chen Men wasn''t just an ordinary old hag - she held an unshakeable ce in Yan Xishan''s heart. As long as she lived, Hu Xiaomei would forever be just a concubine in Yan Xishan''s eyes.<span>0


    "Xishan?" Suddenly, Fan Zhendong cried out in shock.<span>0


    Hu Xiaomei was so startled she knocked over a cup on the table and nearly slid off her chair.<span>0


    In the unlit living room stood Yan Xishan, bald head gleaming, carrying arge red and blue woven bag. He looked even more robust than before he went to prison. With his thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, high nose bridge, and thin lips on a handsome face, he exuded a masculine energy.<span>0


    Fan Zhendong was also frightened, but quickly regained hisposure. "We were just talking about you and here you are! Congrattions on your release. Xiaomei just got pregnant, and since you''ve been away, I came to look after her a bit."<span>0


    On the table were cold dishes Hu Xiaomei had prepared - carrot and vermicelli sd, peanuts, pork head meat, and a bottle of XO cognac that Yan Xishan had treasured, brought from Hong Kong.<span>0


    That precious liquor - they had already drunk half the bottle, paired with pork head meat and peanuts.<span>0


    The coal mining industry was inherently cutthroat, with no bottom line except murder and arson. Yan Xishan still had fiverge mines without mining permits. Once he could start operations, he would be the richest man in Xiping City.<span>0


    At this moment, Yan Xishan felt as if his heart had plunged into an ice cer, chilled to the core.<span>0


    Chen Men may have been harsh, foul-mouthed, and always scolding him, but when she visited him in prison, she would bring 50 yuan worth of chicken leg coupons and cigarettes. Zhaodi may have taken the property rights, but at least he still managed the coal mines himself, with the money in his own hands.<span>0


    How many people had Hu Xiaomei colluded with for his assets?<span>0


    He felt as if struck by lightning, electrocuted, a mix of joy and fury.<span>0


    At this moment, he could only console himself that Xiaomei''s child was three months along - it must be his.<span>0


    Because back then, he and Hu Xiaomei were in the heat of passion, other men couldn''t have gotten a chance.<span>0


    Besides, when bitten by a dog, one shouldn''t bite back - the best choice is to kill the dog and eat its meat.<span>0


    So although he was very angry inside, Yan Xishan still said with a grin, "There wasn''t enough evidence, so I was released early."<span>0


    Cold sweat broke out on Fan Zhendong''s back in waves. Back when Yan Zhao was arresting coal bosses left and right, the whole city was in an uproar. Everyone was saying that Yan Zhao wouldn''t rest until he took down all those coal bosses, because he was a man who couldn''t tolerate even a speck of sand in his eye.<span>0


    Many people at the city bureau had been trying to persuade Yan Zhao to release them, but he never budged.<span>0


    No one expected him to suddenly release these coal bosses. Could it be that he couldn''t withstand the pressure from the city bureau?<span>0


    Could it be as Fan Zhenhua said, that Yan Zhao fellow may look simple and foolish, but actually has no real strategy?<span>0


    But Yan Xishan''s sudden return caught thempletely off guard.<span>0


    Since he was back, and a bit earlier than expected while they were still drinking, if Hu Xiaomei didn''t fight for the coal mine ownership rights now, when would she?<span>0


    After all, regarding Hu Xiaomei''s pregnancy, apart from the fact that there was no actual baby in her belly, everything else was done wlessly.<span>0


    "Xiaomei, where''s the ultrasound? Let me see it again," Yan Xishan said with a smile.<span>0


    Catching a look from Fan Zhendong, Hu Xiaomei had alreadyposed herself.<span>0


    Stroking her belly, she went into the bedroom, saying, "Chen Men took the car right in front of me. If you don''t get the car back, I''ll abort this child immediately."<span>0


    "My dear, mydy, I''ll take you to Yanguan Vige to get the car back," Yan Xishan pleaded with a pitiful expression.<span>0


    "I also want the ownership rights to the coal mines. This isn''t for me, it''s for your son. If you don''t give them to me, I''ll abort this child too. Chen Men has been mistreating me terriblytely," Hu Xiaomei added.<span>0


    "I''ll give you everything, everything," Yan Xishan said. Hu Xiaomei was ying him like a fool. Once the coal mines were transferred to her name, he''d likely be run over by a car as soon as he stepped outside tomorrow.<span>0


    But he had to y dumb while knowing full well what was happening. He needed to take Hu Xiaomei to Yanguan Vige.<span>0


    First, to cate the Fan family - kill the dog and eat its meat.<span>0


    Second, to keep other matters under wraps for now. He finally had a son, he could stand shoulder to shoulder with Yan Zhao now. He needed to go back to Yanguan Vige to show off a bit first.<span>0


    ...<span>0


    As they say, it''s all about connections between thedies. The blueprints from Qinchuan Group were carried by Ma Xiaogang in his backpack and given to Little Wang, who then passed them to Chen Men, so Teacher Huang could prepare the bid based on the blueprints.<span>0


    Qin Yu said she was too busytely to teach Yuanyuan piano, which suited Chen Men fine as she didn''t want Qin Yu teaching anymore. Since Song Lin from Dongfang Middle School would be Erniu''s vocal music homeroom teacher in the future, Chen Men reached out to Song Lin and switched Yuanyuan''s teacher.<span>0


    Little Wang, considering himself a paid employee, finished his homework early and sat next to Teacher Huang with both elbows on the table, handing him rulers, sharpening pencils, refilling ink, and passing erasers.<span>0


    Teacher Huang kept praising Little Wang, saying he was an excellent assistant. After all, whether it was drawing or writing, Little Wang could anticipate what Teacher Huang needed next and have it ready - who else could be so attentive?<span>0


    Today was Yuanyuan''sst day learning music with Qin Yu.<span>0


    Starting tomorrow, she would begin studying with Song Lin.<span>0


    The little girl came to Teacher Huang''s house carrying a water cup, and as soon as she entered, she said, "Mom, today Teacher Qin yed eight wrong notes."<span>0


    Chen Men was very surprised: "Our Yuanyuan can even hear when the teacher ys wrong notes?"<span>0


    "Mom, you''re really underestimating me!" Yuanyuan was still carrying her electronic keyboard. She first asked Teacher Huang if it would disturb him, and seeing him smile and say no, she prepared to y a piece for Chen Men impromptu.<span>0


    The little girl was no longer the timid, hunched-over,cking-in-confidence child from her past life.<span>0


    She sat on the stool, took a deep breath, ced her hands on the electronic keyboard, her posture and demeanor nothing short of graceful.<span>0


    Teacher Huang listened to her y a segment of "Two Tigers" and looked up during a break to say, "Our Yuanyuan really ys the electronic keyboard quite well."<span>0


    "If it were a piano, I could y even better," Yuanyuan said confidently.<span>0


    Little Lang raised his hand and said in a muffled voice, "I can vouch for that."<span>0


    For this little rascal''s teeth, Chen Men had taken a day off from kindergarten today and specifically took him out to have his tooth roots removed. The dentist said he needed something called a space maintainer, otherwise his teeth would be deformed. When his permanent teeth came in, several teeth would fight for space, which would be excruciatingly painful for the child.<span>0


    A space maintainer actually cost fifty yuan, but as long as it could correct the child''s teeth, it was worth it. So Chen Men paid for it without hesitation.<span>0


    Having teeth pulled is very painful, but this little rascal didn''t make a sound. Now he still had cotton stuffed in his mouth, making his speech muffled.<span>0


    Teacher Huang used to be highly educated and knew how to appreciate music. Hearing that Yuanyuan indeed yed well, he said, "Yuanyuan, don''t let your piano skills go to waste. Men, if we really get the Qinchuan Group project, you should buy her a real piano."<span>0


    "How much does a piano cost?" Yuanyuan asked Teacher Huang.<span>0


    Teacher Huang thought for a moment: "Probably around 15,000 yuan?"<span>0


    Yuanyuan stuck out her tongue: "Never mind, never mind, I''ll just keep practicing on the electronic keyboard. This one is already very good."<span>0


    Buying a piano was too expensive; Yuanyuan couldn''t bear to have her mom spend so much money on her.<span>0


    Then Chen Men saw Little Wang secretly tug on Yuanyuan''s braid, and Yuanyuan ring at him angrily.<span>0


    "What do you think, Little Wang? You''re also a member of our project team. Do you think we should buy Yuanyuan a piano? Or after we earn some money, should Mom buy a big air conditioner for our home? Or would you like me to buy you a tape recorder?" Chen Men asked Little Wang casually.<span>0


    This little rascal had been secretly bullying Yuanyuantely.<span>0


    Yuanyuan, just like in her previous life with L¨¹ Dabao and Erniu, always had a habit of keeping things to herself, unwilling to tell her.<span>0


    Yan Zhao was out fishing forw enforcement, and now Chen Men was also fishing forw enforcement.<span>0


    She wanted to test Little Wang''s inner thoughts, to see if he was like L¨¹ Dabao deep down.<span>0


    "No need to buy a tape recorder, I''ll have one soon," Little Wang said with a wink to Yuanyuan. "You don''t need to give me your wages either, use it to buy a piano for our little Yuanyuan. As for air conditioning, forget it. If you feel hot, I''ll fan you."<span>0


    Chen Men immediately smiled, "Alright, let''s buy a piano."<span>0


    Clearly, Little Wang was just exhibiting typical little boy behavior, enjoying ying pranks on Yuanyuan.<span>0


    In his heart, he truly saw her as a little sister.<span>0


    The most frightening were children like L¨¹ Dabao, always sweetly calling her "sister" and saying "sister, I love you," but it was Yuanyuan who washed his smelly clothes and shoes, and did all the housework.<span>0


    Sister is good, sister is lovely. The sister was willingly coaxed into being his servant.<span>0


    "But can we really get that project, Auntie? Should I ask Ma Xiaogang to pester his grandfather?" Little Wang was worried about this,ing up with such aughable idea.<span>0


    "No, you can''t. Just take good care of Ma Xiaogang, and whatever you do, don''t tell anyone about the rtionship between Ma''s grandmother and mother, understand?" Chen Men said.<span>0


    The leadership team of Qinchuan Group had dozens of people, all eyeing that project, wanting to use rtives to make a profit. Though the meat was scarce, there were many wolves, and she was like a foolish donkey among the wolves.<span>0


    Chen Men was all too familiar with theplexities of the construction industry. As soon as there was a construction project, the factory leaders would fight tooth and nail over who should profit.<span>0


    The contractors were now frantically running around giving money, pulling strings, andpeting for the project.<span>0


    Mrs. Ma hadn''t mentioned money or words of thanks, but insisted that Chen Men must prepare the "Bid Document" well.<span>0


    And Secretary Ma was one of the old leaders who would be retiring in the next few years.<span>0


    Chen Men analyzed that Secretary Ma probably wanted to rectify Qinchuan Group before retiring, and find someone almost unrted to himself to take on the project, secretly taking some benefits.<span>0


    So even though she was a foolish donkey, her chances of winning the bid were quite high.<span>0


    Third Sister-inw Huang liked children, especially hosting them at her home.<span>0


    To prevent these little ones from leaving with Chen Men, she kept bringing out sunflower seeds and peanuts, and even dug out all of Little Xiang''s old toys for Little Lang and Little Wang to y with.<span>0


    Chen Men had originally wanted to call Yuanyuan and Little Lang home, but seeing how much Third Sister-inw Huang liked the two little ones, she couldn''t bear to take them away.<span>0


    She had just left Third Sister-inw Huang''s house when she felt something was off in the vige today.<span>0


    After a crackdown, society would have a period of unprecedented stability, during which even the birds flying in the sky would behave themselves, not daring to chirp too loudly.<span>0


    But today the vige was exceptionally lively. Second Sister Liu, Sister-inw Mao, and a group of women were all standing opposite the coal yard. Even Qin Yu hade out to watch themotion, showing just how lively it was.<span>0


    "Men, Xishan is out of prison," Second Sister Liu called out.<span>0


    The coal yard''s gate was open, her newly changed lock thrown on the ground. The red Xiali car was parked at the entrance of the coal yard, with Hu Xiaomei, sporting a new perm, standing with her arms crossed, leaning against the car, as if asserting her ownership.<span>0


    She was chewing on some seeds, spitting out a shell with each bite.<span>0


    Sister-inw Mao ran over: "Xishan came to your house, even called Yan Zhao from work. He brought Yan Sanye and stormed into your house, fiercely. He''s also handing out wedding candy everywhere, saying he''s going to have a son. Why don''t you hide for a while?"<span>0


    An old husband and a new husband.<span>0


    Two men meeting at her house, after all, they were all acquaintances, and everyone was worried about Men losing face.<span>0


    But in fact, Chen Men had been waiting for Yan Xishan. She now had a "Coal Mine Transfer Agreement," but it still required Yan Xishan to go with her to the Coal Mining Bureau toplete the transfer before it could truly be in her name.<span>0


    What did it matter if the old husband and new husband met? Getting the coal mine in her hands was the most important thing. For this, she was willing to have a fight with Yan Xishan today, then drag Hu Xiaomei to the hospital for an ultrasound, personally fighting for Yuanyuan''s property rights.<span>0


    The door was locked from the inside, but as soon as she reached the door, Chen Men heard Yan Xishan''s cheerful voice: "I, Yan Xishan, am about to have an heir. Do you want to see the ultrasound? It''s a boy, this time it''s a boy."<span>0


    Chen Men held back augh and knocked on the door. When no one answered, she called out loudly: "It''s me, Chen Men. Open the door."<span>0


    In the courtyard were four men: Yan Zhao, Yan Xishan, Yan Xiong, and Yan Sanye.<span>0


    To prevent Yan Zhao and Yan Xishan from fighting, Yan Xiong and Yan Sanye sat in the middle, separating them. The four were passing around cigarettes and exchanging pleasantries.<span>0


    Hearing Chen Men at the door, Yan Zhao stood up first, but Yan Xishan quickly ran over and beat him to opening the door.<span>0


    Moreover, with a face full of smiles and an eager expression, seeing Men enter, he said, "Walk slowly, walk slowly, be careful not to trip."<span>0


    This guy, no matter when, was always so eager to please women, like apdog.<span>0


    Chen Men red at him: "Get lost."<span>0


    "Our Men''s voice is still so melodious," Yan Xishan immediately said.<span>0


    This guy was the type that, even if you angered him to death, you couldn''t bring yourself to truly fall out with him.<span>0


    Just now, Yan Xishan had already told Yan Xiong and Yan Zhao about how he had given Chen Men 100,000 yuan, and how she had run to the detention center and, threatening to provoke Hu Xiaomei into a miscarriage, forced him to sign the "Coal Mine Transfer Agreement".<span>0


    He came this time not only to take back the 100,000 yuan but also to make Chen Men tear up that "Coal Mine Transfer Agreement".<span>0


    He absolutely couldn''t let his assets go to Hu Xiaomei, but he also couldn''t give them to Men, as that would make them Yan Zhao''s, wouldn''t it? Now that he had a son, most of his assets should go to his son in the future, and that 100,000 yuan was his startup capital to reopen the coal mine.<span>0


    He and Yan Sanye had agreed not to persuade Chen Men, but to focus on persuading Yan Zhao.<span>0


    Yan Xishan offered Yan Zhao a cigarette, and when he refused, lit one for himself. Raising his right hand, he said, "Yan Zhao, you''re a man too. Let''s be honest, is it right to divide family assets at thirty?"<span>0


    Yan Sanye tapped his cane and said, "No one would leave their family fortune to a useless little girl. I''ve already decided to give Men Xishan''s house, how can you be so greedy about the mine?"<span>0


    Chen Men saw an empty stool and was about to sit, but Yan Sanye put his cane on it: "Men, we men are talking, go make some tea."<span>0


    Recently, Yan Sanye had beening over every night, causing a ruckus that kept everyone from sleeping, and Yan Zhao had always kept quiet.<span>0


    But this time, Yan Zhao wouldn''t stand for it. He grabbed Yan Sanye''s cane and shoved it away, nearly knocking the old man to the ground. He pulled the stool over and gestured for Chen Men to sit beside him.<span>0


    Then he said, "Xishan, I have three children: Yan Shengnan, Yan Wangqi, and Yan Minng. If I die, my property will be divided equally among the three of them."<span>0


    Yan Xiong sincerely gave a thumbs up: "Our Yan Zhao is upright and fair in both family and work, no one can find even the slightest fault with him."<span>0


    In his heart, Yan Xishan despised Yan Zhao as a despicable person, a hypocrite, a disloyal son-inw, but on the surface, he still had to smile: "Yan Zhao, we''re brothers, you can understand my situation, right? Xiaomei is making a big fuss now, I need to give her an exnation. She''s carrying a son!"<span>0


    Yan Sanye was almost pleading, his cane constantly tapping the ground: "Although you''re beyond five generations of kinship, you''re still brothers. You can''t fall out over a useless little girl!"<span>0


    Yan Zhao suddenly fixed his gaze and asked Yan Xishan: "Xishan, in your eyes, is Shengnan just a useless little girl?"<span>0


    Yan Xishan was embarrassed to say his own daughter was useless, but daughters were outsiders who would eventually marry off. He couldn''t possibly make Hu Xiaomei miscarry his son for the sake of his daughter. Xiaomei might not be a good person, but it was rare for him to have a son.<span>0


    Yan Zhao suddenly got up and went inside.<span>0


    He came back out carrying a radio, tested the length of the cord, ced it on the windowsill, turned on the radio, and then inserted a cassette tape.<span>0


    The tape was silent for a moment, then music began to y.<span>0


    Yan Xishan, apart from enjoying hugging hostesses while singing, didn''t like to appreciate music.<span>0


    Seeing Yan Zhao standing by the window, he was still inwardly mocking him. Despite Yan Zhao''s cold appearance and unapproachable demeanor, he was actually quite the artistic youth in his younger days. He could y the harmonica and ordion, even the drums, and enjoyed reading poetry.<span>0


    Yan Xishan looked down on those involved in the arts, and especially despised how Yan Zhao, despite his rough exterior, pretended to be refined.<span>0


    He probably wanted to make excuses along with Chen Men, and was about to have Yan Sanye say some harsh words on his behalf, when a clear, childish girl''s voice came through the speaker: "Gently holding your face, wiping away your tears for you, this heart will always belong to me, tell me you''re no longer alone..."<span>0


    Yan Xishan didn''t appreciate music, but the little girl''s voice from the tape recorder made him hold his breath, stopping his breathing.<span>0


    Yan Sanye also stroked his beard: "Where did this girle from? She sings so beautifully."<span>0


    It wasn''t Chen Men''s first time hearing this song, but it was the first time Yuanyuan''s voice had appeared on the radio.<span>0


    The child''s voice was so clear and lively, serving as a prelude that made people want to keep listening.<span>0


    The male singer was also very good, but Yuanyuan''s voice was the most moving version she had ever heard among all the versions of this popr song.<span>0


    Without experience, one wouldn''t have that kind of feeling.<span>0


    Her Yuanyuan, who in her previous life never dared to sing loudly and only hummed quietly, now had her voice flowing clearly through the radio, both crisp and sweet, making people forget to breathe in the moment of listening.<span>0


    Yan Zhao walked over and stood beside Chen Men: "This is the demo tape of Yuanyuan''s song. I just received it today, as luck would have it."<span>0


    Then, he looked at Yan Xishan very calmly: "Who says girls are naturally inferior to boys? This is the song recorded by Yan Shengnan and Brother Shou Gufeng. Can your son do this?"<span>0


    ...<span>0


    Turning his head, he looked at Yan Xiong: "My Shengnan has only been in school for three weeks, and she''s already the ss''s arts and literature representative. Can Xishan''s son do that?"<span>0


    Looking at Yan Sanye again, he said: "My Shengnan is also running for ss monitor. Can Yan Xishan''s son do that?"<span>0


    Yan Xishan''s face twitched when he first heard that the song was sung by his daughter: "Yan Zhao, y it again for me to listen."<span>0


    Yan Sanye also stroked his beard: "y it again. If it''s really little Zhaodi singing, I''ll give the child two White Rabbit candies to eat."<span>0


    The father and son who hade to argue had now forgotten everything, listening to the music and continuously praising Yuanyuan.<span>0


    Just then, the song stopped, and with a click, the tape ejected from the radio.<span>0


    Yan Xishan jumped up and rushed over, flustered and hurried, not even bothering to find a pencil to rewind the tape, using his fingers to hastily turn it.<span>0


    As he turned it, Yan Xishan smiled.<span>0


    His little Zhaodi was actually singing with a big star?<span>0


    How could his little Zhaodi be so capable?<span>0


    But just then, suddenly a cry came from outside: "Brother Shan,e out quickly, Brother Shan! The people who bullied me are here!"<span>0


    It was Hu Xiaomei outside, crying and whining.<span>0


    Probably afraid that Yan Xishan couldn''t hear, she was also honking the car horn loudly.<span>0


    The door was locked from the inside, and because the music had stopped, Yan Xishan was still frantically turning the tape. Yan Zhao got up and opened the door.<span>0


    Yan Bin stood at the door holding a piece of paper, saying: "Men, the ultrasound!"<span>0


    Had Hu Xiaomei made a fake ultrasound report of another pregnant woman?<span>0

 Chapter 48

    "Brother?" Yan Xishan came out, his face still smiling.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Hu Xiaomei hadined most bitterly about Yan Bin, so Yan Xishan had to make a symbolic show of anger. He reached out and grabbed Yan Bin''s cor.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Bin had been a police officer before, so there was no way Yan Xishan could actually overpower him. But Yan Bin had to pretend to be weaker for appearance''s sake, repeatedly saying, "Xishan, we''re brothers. I really didn''t mean to. Don''t be angry, please don''t be angry."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    By mistake, he had given the ultrasound report to Men.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Sanye and Yan Xiong came to break up the fight. Yanguan Vige had eight brigades, full of hidden talents. The men of the vige should work together in unity - they were all brothers, how could they fight?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hu Xiaomei was pregnant, and she hade to the vige today to show off. She didn''t dare say anything to Chen Men, but at least she wanted to see Yan Xishan teach Yan Bin a lesson to feel satisfied.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So if Yan Xishan didn''t act, she would cry and im her stomach hurt. She had already lost face, so she might as well make a scene.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    People love to watch drama unfold. Even Little Wang and Yuanyuan, hearing themotion, rushed out from Third Sister-inw Huang''s house. The scene waspletely surrounded by onlookers.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan watched her father from afar, silently taking Little Wang''s hand and hugging Little Lang close.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Adults can be shameless because they never consider the children. But for children, seeing their parents like this is the most upsetting. The three little ones, united in their shared pain, hugged each other tightly as they silently watched everything unfold before them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A group of men were shouting, while Hu Xiaomei was crying about stomach pain.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had taken the ultrasound report and wasparing it to the one Yan Xishan had been showing around earlier.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    These days, ultrasound images were still photos pasted onto medical records, which were handwritten. But the ultrasound photos were developed all at once, with the ID number and name of the person printed on the side.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As she looked, Chen Men smiled. She had it figured out.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hu Xiaomei was still stomping her foot: "Brother Shan, my stomach hurts. First go get that 100,000 yuan back from Chen Men, and make her burn the agreement. Then take me to get our marriage license, or else my stomach will keep hurting. I''m in pain from anger."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan was actually looking for a way out. He turned to look at Men: "Please, I''m begging you, can you give me that 100,000 yuan first and burn that agreement?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao stayed out of it, just coldly watching Yan Xishan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Chen Men smiled and said, "Xishan, if Xiaomei''s stomach hurts, why don''t you help her inside to sit down for a bit?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan of course knew Hu Xiaomei was faking, but at a time like this, the more intense the conflict between the two sides, the more he had to try to defuse it. After all, whether it was Xiaomei or Men, he couldn''t bear to upset either of them. So he supported Hu Xiaomei and said, "Come on, let''s go inside and sit for a while."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Things could be discussed slowly. Hu Xiaomei entered the courtyard and sat down. She wanted to see with her own eyes Yan Xishan take the money and Chen Men burn the agreement.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Xiaomei, are you three months older than me?" Chen Men asked after pouring Hu Xiaomei a ss of water.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hu Xiaomei reflexively said, "What? I''m three months younger than you."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Come on, Xishan,e inside. I''ll get you something." Chen Men nced at Yan Xishan and went into Yan Zhao''s room.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan of course followed her in. As soon as they entered, Chen Men handed over both ultrasound reports with the photos attached. She only said one thing about the photos: "If your eyes aren''t blind, take a close look at that photo."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    First of all, the two photos were identical. Secondly, the handwriting was faintly visible, showing the name Wang Ju. Moreover, both Hu Xiaomei and Chen Men were born in 1963, but the ID number on this photo was 670505. The 15-digit ID number had the person''s birth date in the middle - if it was from 1967, how could it possibly be Hu Xiaomei?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan had actually seen many ultrasound reports before, because Hu Xiaomei had been pregnant more than once. They were all ultrasounds done by Fan Zhenhua''s wife at the provincial hospital. When it showed a girl, Hu Xiaomei would abort.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan had even personally entered the ultrasound room, which was mysterious to most people nowadays. He had even chatted with the head of the ultrasound department, Fan Zhenhua''s wife. He understood things like how before embryo differentiation, round shapes were girls and eggnt shapes were boys.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He even recognized the signature on Hu Xiaomei''s ultrasound report, because it was signed by Fan Zhenhua''s wife.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was truly a case of a lifelong hunter being blinded by the hawk he was hunting.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It''s just two coal mines, right? If Yuanyuan doesn''t want them, here, let Xiaomei take them all," Chen Men said deliberately.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It wasn''t just those two ultrasound reports - Yan Xishan''s whole being was like a leaf in the wind.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Private coal mining had always been illegal, but coal demand was growing daily, and state-owned coalpanies couldn''t meet the demand.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Shaanxi Province had opened up private coalpanies since the 1980s. Initially, it was Qi Dongmei who introduced Yan Xishan to Fan Xiang, and Fan Xiang helped him find connections to apply for a coalpany. But Fan Xiang was just a middleman - it was Yan Xishan''s repeated wining and dining of people in nightclubs, getting drunk, and building rtionships that was the main reason he was finally able to acquire seven coal mines.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The coal supply to Dongfang Group was initially his coalpany''s biggest business, but it wasn''t anymore.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for Fan Xiang, he used to make money through Yan Xishan. Yan Xishan would take the fall and do all the unconscionable things, while Fan Xiang took clean money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If Yan Xishan went to prison, Fan Xiang wouldn''t let the coal mines sit idle. He would look for new candidates. Hu Xiaomei was just a front - those nouveau riche she invited over all had Yan Xishan''s potential: smooth talkers who knew how to tter, drink, and build connections.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Fan Xiang would observe them in secret, and whoever he thought was capable would be chosen.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan saw through all of this. He didn''t provoke anyone. As long as Fan Xiang could help him continue to obtain coal mining permits, he would go along with it. He coaxed Hu Xiaomei, saying marriage was impossible, but as long as he tried to be morew-abiding in the future, he would only be wealthier.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was very clever. He thought he could see through everything.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It wasn''t until this moment that he realized his only weakness, which was also the most fatal - a single Hu Xiaomei could strangle him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He thought he could have a son, but now even the son turned out to be fake. If he really died, wouldn''t he be left with nothing?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the past, when the coalpany was established, there were equity ratios, after all, one person couldn''t establish apany alone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And Yan Xishan, being a miser, had used thepany he and Chen Men set up at the time. After all, it was better to keep things in the family. They just had different equity ratios.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan of course still wanted to be wealthy. The whole country knew Shaanxi had coal, and across the nation, thermal power, steel, oil, and variousrge factories and mines all needed coal. Demand was flying towards Shaanxi Province, and he owned thergest mine. He was riding the wave.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He had drunk so much alcohol in the past, had knelt before people, had smiled until his face hurt night after night. He couldn''t possibly just quit now.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Men, if you want to transfer the two coal mines, you''ll have to set up a new coalpany. That''s too much trouble." Yan Xishan choked up softly a couple of times, then suddenly said, "You know, in my coalpany, I originally had 99.9% of the shares, and you had 0.1%. How about this - tomorrow, let''s switch. You take 99.9%."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men looked at Yan Xishan and gave a coldugh.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I guess I''m not destined to have a son. Men, please take good care of my Zhaodi," Yan Xishan said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His Zhaodi would not only bury his bones but was also his only support - his daughter, the daughter who would sing with big stars.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Only by transferring the coal mines to Zhaodi''s name could the mines continue to belong to the Yan family, even if he died.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan only understood this principle at this moment. He patted Chen Men''s shoulder a couple of times, with the air of someone who had seen through the ways of the world and looked beyond life and death. He even shed a few crocodile tears.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Coming out of the bedroom, Yan Xishan, ever the one to keep hisposure, hugged Hu Xiaomei and prepared to leave.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Brother Shan, what about the money? Did you get it?" Hu Xiaomei asked, her arms around Yan Xishan''s neck, looking back at Chen Men.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan actually said, "I got it."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "But you don''t have any money on you." Hu Xiaomei started feeling his pockets.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan was truly good at lying. He could even manage a smile as he said, "It''s in a bank book."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hu Xiaomei was happy to hear this. She then said, "What about the agreement? Did she burn it?" This was also very important.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With a thud, Yan Xishan threw Hu Xiaomei down in front of the coal yard gate.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It really was a thud. Hu Xiaomei''s whole body hit the ground.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hu Xiaomei wasn''t prepared, and it was a cement floor. With a crack, her spine might have even broken.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Xishan, be careful, Xiaomei is pregnant," said Yan Sanye. Seeing that Xishan didn''t pick up Xiaomei, he had to add: "Look at Yan Zhao''s shameless physique, and then look at yourself, skinny as a shrimp, without an ounce of strength."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The onlookers burst intoughter.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    People were still outside watching themotion, but no one was crowding the front door anymore.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The three little ones held hands, timidly, as if entering the house for the first time, and slipped in from outside.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Children are especially afraid when there''s a fight at home.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Dad was cleaning up the cigarette butts in the courtyard. After finishing, he picked up the chair Hu Xiaomei had sat on and threw it out the door.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan and Little Lang each brought a small stool and sat in the kitchen. Even Little Lang was a bit scared. Children, when their parents are unhappy, are most willing to say or do something to cheer them up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Mama, look at my tooth, it''sing out!" the little one suddenly said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men, after all, had her own concerns and was still pondering about the coal mine. She hadn''t expected Yan Xishan to want to transfer 999% of the shares, which meant that the entire Xishan Coal Mining Company would be put under her name - a significant asset.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But assets also meant responsibility. If Yan Xishan dared tomit crimes again, or if the coal mine flooded, she would be held ountable.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She could end up in jail if she wasn''t careful.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Getting the coal mine wasn''t enough; she also had to make Yan Xishan run the business legally, which was even more difficult.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After all, Yan Xishan was used to dancing disco on the edge of breaking thew. Asking him not to break thew was like asking a wolf to be vegetarian.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hearing Little Lang''s babyish call about his tooth brought her back to reality.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang grinned, pointing at his teeth: "White little tooth, see?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was actually a piece of cotton stuffed in his tooth gap; the little one was trying to cheer her up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But as soon as Chen Men lowered her head, the little one suddenly hugged her face and gave her a kiss, wrapping his arms around her neck: "Mama don''t be angry, Mama has Little Lang."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Once, Zhou Xueqin hadined to Zhou Qiaofang that Little Lang never hugged or kissed her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Qiaofang said it was because the child had been bottle-fed from a young age. Children who drank form, having never tasted breast milk, were naturally not as affectionate towards their mothers.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang indeed, even when Yuanyuan kissed him, would instinctively wipe his mouth, but he had just voluntarily kissed her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His father hadn''t made a move, but Little Lang had kissed her?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan also rushed over and hugged her: "Mama, don''t be angry, okay?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Sit up straight, both of you," Chen Men said sternly, pushing the two children to sit upright in front of her, trying hard not to smile, and asked them: "What do you want to eat tonight?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang hesitated for a moment. He wanted to eat dumplings because Third Sister-inw Huang had just tried to tempt him to stay with the promise of dumplings.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan thought for a moment, knowing that cooking was tiring for her mother, so she said: "in noodles, I like those."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I''m going to make dumplings tonight. Now, I''ll kiss Yuanyuan 8 times, and Yuanyuan must eat 8 dumplings. How many does Little Lang want to eat?" Chen Men said, turning Yuanyuan''s face and pecking it 8 times like a chicken pecking rice.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang counted on his fingers, as he had only learned to count to ten in kindergarten, so he used all ten fingers: "Ten!" He was too excited.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Then 10 kisses, and Little Lang will eat 10 dumplings," she said, pulling Little Lang''s face close and starting to kiss him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang was so excited, he pointed at his forehead: "Here too."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After the kisses, he pointed at his ears: "Here too."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He wanted many kisses on his mouth too. After Chen Men finished kissing him, he regretted it: "Mama, I want to eat many, many more, one more kiss please."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Then one more kiss, and you can eat one more, okay?" Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang thought seriously, feeling it wasn''t enough: "I want many more."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Then tell me, how many is one more than ten?" Chen Men asked in return.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang only had ten fingers, and he counted them until he was sweating profusely, but he just didn''t know how to count beyond ten.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Children need differentiated education.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Her original intention was to encourage Yuanyuan to eat a few more dumplings, but if Little Lang were to eat seriously, even his father would be worried. Bncing them was truly not easy.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang was outside washing clothes with his father. This little boy, being a bit older, was concerned about bigger matters. He turned and asked his father: "Dad, did Yuanyuan''s mom give her money to her real dad?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Kids shouldn''t meddle in adult affairs," Yan Zhao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang had once found that "Coal Mine Transfer Agreement" and, not knowing many characters, had even looked them up in a dictionary. He knew about that thing, that the coal mine belonged to Yuanyuan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So he asked his father again: "What about the agreement, was it really burned?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao looked at his son: "Go, horse stance, ten minutes."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang defiantly stood up, clenched his fists, and stood next to his father: "Why don''t you make Little Lang and Yuanyuan do horse stance too?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Talk more and it''s another ten minutes," Yan Zhao said again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang was so angry he was hissing, trying to hold back from speaking, but ultimately couldn''t resist and added: "Actually, I can eat 20 dumplings at once."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He licked his lips and looked back at the kitchen. Chen Men was mixing the filling, and after that, she started wrapping the dumplings herself. Beef and green onion filling, with sesame oil added, the aroma wafting through the air. The two little ones were leaning on the chopping board watching.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Add another ten minutes," his father said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and couldn''t help but say again: "I really can eat twenty."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Thirty minutes!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang''s face turned red with the effort of holding back, and he finally stopped talking.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In Shaanxi Province, dumplings are never an everyday meal.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If Yuanyuan hadn''t been so frightened today, Chen Men wouldn''t have made dumplings.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang really did eat twenty in one go.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    That night, it was Yan Zhao who threw the two little ones onto the kang bed, then he called out: "Men,e in."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men entered, and as soon as she did, she felt her face burning. Of course, Chen Men immediately raised both hands, smiling and saying: "Tomorrow, Xishan will transfer 999% of the coal miningpany''s shares to Yuanyuan."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao turned Chen Men''s face towards him, looking at her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Really," she said, smiling, afraid he wouldn''t believe her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    To anyone, it seemed impossible for Yan Xishan, that smiling King Yama who didn''t favor sons over daughters, to even transfer the coal mine to his daughter.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He didn''t believe Hu Xiaomei, but that had nothing to do with transferring the coal mine. Xishan was the kind of man who had been so poor since childhood that when he got married, he didn''t even have underwear and had to urgently borrow a pair from Yan Bin at the First Team to wear to his blind date.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was impossible for such a man to hand over his property to anyone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


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 Chapter 49

    A kiss, and a deep one at that.


    The strength of the young man, along with his aggressive breathing, was a bit rough and somewhat savage.


    He still felt it wasn''t enough, so he pushed Chen Men against the wall. There was a snap - it was the light cord again. This time, as she reached back, she identally pulled the cord right off the small bedroom light.


    It wasn''t dark yet, but the light suddenly came on with a click.


    The darkness in the room was better, but when the light snapped on, she could see his face. This wasn''t a pleasant experience; the older woman didn''t like seeing the impetuous face of a young man.


    "The children are watching," Chen Men said, pushing Yan Zhao''s face away.


    "Look at me," Yan Zhao said.


    Chen Men refused, choosing to close her eyes instead.


    But as soon as she closed them, he tried to kiss her again. Chen Men''s hand was nearly crushed in his grip.


    Yuanyuan and Little Lang were used to sleeping on a spring mattress. Although Chen Men hadid out two quilts to make it softer, the two little ones were still unhappy, constantly whining and attempting to reim the bed their father had taken over.


    Little Wang, with a belly full of dumplings, was practicing horse stance in the yard, asionally turning his head to look back.


    The little fellow, for some reason, had repeated to Chen Men many times that he had eaten 20 dumplings.


    "I''m not feeling well today, wait until I''m better," Chen Men surrendered, worried that Little Wang mighte in again.


    Yan Zhao, sensing that Men was ufortable, loosened his grip: "Tomorrow, shall I apany you to Xishan to transfer the shares?"


    Chen Men nodded, sitting on the spring mattress, oddly feeling that it seemed lower than before.


    Yan Zhao, having broken the light cord, had to reattach it: "Go ahead and transfer them, I''ll go with you."


    "Aren''t you busy with work?" Chen Men asked curiously.


    Yan Zhao had already fixed the light cord and turned off the light with a click, plunging the room into darkness: "Apanying Xishan is part of my job too."


    Chen Men hadn''t consulted with Yan Zhao when she asked for the coal mine, so she needed to test if he opposed this matter. She was about to speak when she asked, "You won''t be angry that I helped Yuanyuan get the coal mine, will you?"


    "I''m not angry," Yan Zhao turned on the light again and walked out of the room.


    He shouldn''t be angry, right? She was about to be thergest shareholder of Yan Xishan''s coalpany, even though she was just managing it for Yuanyuan.


    However, the next day, Yan Xishan didn''t show up as promised, and Yan Zhao didn''t take a day off either. He had guessed that Xishan wouldn''te.


    Chen Men heard about it when she was dropping off the children.


    Apparently, after Yan Xishan was released from detention, to celebrate his release and the news that he was about to be a father, he had notified many people to prepare for a grand feast he was nning to host.


    The news spread yesterday, and today many people had alreadye to congratte him, trapping him at home.


    Not to mention how he must have felt, having just learned he was going to be a father and now facing congrattions from the entire city.


    After all, as a public figure, buying cigarettes and alcohol to entertain guests, chatting with everyone, letting people know that the smiling King Yan was still alive and well - these were the most important things.


    In a moment of free time, he met Song Huaihua and asked her to send a message to Chen Men, telling her to prepare her ID card.


    To transfer the shares, an ID card would definitely be needed. Once transferred, although thepany''s criminal liability would be borne by the legal representative, as the major shareholder, the responsibility for those miners working underground would actually fall on her.


    With great poweres great responsibility; from now on, Chen Men would have to shoulder this responsibility.


    In this era, they had just started issuing ID cards. The first generation of sticminated ID cards was quite troublesome to obtain. One had to go to the police station to have a photo taken, and it was said that it would take three months to receive the card.


    Song Huaihua didn''t have an ID card either, so she apanied Chen Men to apply for one.


    "The photo has been taken,e back in three months to collect it," the police officer said.


    Chen Men was in a hurry to get her ID card, so she asked, "If I pay extra, could it be done faster?"


    The officer looked up at Chen Men: "I''m sorry, our police station doesn''t engage in profit-making activities."


    Song Huaihua also said, "Getting an ID card is quite troublesome, we''ll just have to wait patiently."


    As the two were about to leave the service hall, they suddenly ran into Yan Zhao, wearing the same police uniform. The difference in demeanor between those who graduated from police school and those who came down from the military was striking.


    Chen Men was afraid he might greet her outside, especially in this service hall where there were many nouveau riche and coal bossesing and going. She didn''t want those people to know she was his wife.


    However, Yan Zhao didn''t greet them, he just brushed past them and walked away with big strides.


    The two were about to take the bus home. On the bus, Song Huaihua said again, "Men, your second brother has been unusually diligent at hometely, sigh!"


    Chen Men suddenly gave Song Huaihua a nudge: "Did you sleep with him?"


    Women are afraid of bing soft-hearted. Song Huaihua didn''t want to divorce for the sake of the children, which was fine. But if she dared to give in in bed, Yan Bin would be even more reckless in the future, and she might contract a sexually transmitted disease.


    "How could that be possible? You''ve already said it, how could I let him into my bed?" Song Huaihua said this, but she seemed hesitant. She asked Chen Men for her home phone number and carefully wrote it down in her notebook.


    "If my second brother dares to bully you, or forcibly breaks in, call me. If you really feel ashamed, think of me, think of Yan Xishan," Chen Men said.


    Song Huaihua nodded deeply.


    Men wasn''t afraid of being gossiped about by the whole vige. Compared to Men, she was indeed a bit too concerned about saving face.


    Although the police station said it would take three months for the ID card to be ready, Chen Men received hers that very evening - a brand new, first-generationminated ID card.


    This must have been Yan Zhao pulling strings for her. She never expected that someone who appeared so cold and heartless would do such a favor.


    "I''m still not well, at least wait until tomorrow," Chen Men said, raising both hands in a pleading gesture as she epted the ID card.


    Men, of course, are eager when they haven''t gotten what they want.


    Chen Men just didn''t expect that Yan Zhao, who seemed so quiet and reserved, would be this eager.


    But it was no big deal. Once men get what they want, they tend to lose interest in that matter.


    Lu Jingyu was busy making money, Yan Xishan enjoyed conquering young women, while Officer Yan''s interestsy in work and housework. Hearing Chen Men say she still wasn''t feeling well, he went to pick up Yuanyuan and Little Wang.


    Now Yuanyuan was practicing piano with Song Lin, who lived in the Dongfang Group. Every day after school, she stayed an hourter than other children, and Little Wang would apany Yuanyuan to finish their homework at Song Lin''s house.


    He picked up the children while she cooked. By the time the two older ones were brought back, it was just in time for dinner.


    Yan Xishan was not only not stupid, but he was also an extremely shrewd man. After wasting a day, Chen Men thought he was really entertaining guests who hade to congratte him.


    In fact, that wasn''t the case. He had found awyer, consulted in great detail, had a discussion, and after talking with thewyer, drafted a contract ording to the "Interim Regtions on Notarization," which was even printed out by a printer. He brought thewyer to Chen Men''s home and had her sign the contract under thewyer''s witness.


    Of course, Chen Men had to guarantee that in the future, these shares could only be inherited by Yan Zhaodi, and that the money under Zhaodi''s name couldn''t be used by Chen Men without consulting Yan Xishan.


    He could give her the money, but Chen Men shouldn''t think about spending it. He was just storing it with her.


    Yan Zhao was there too, tapping on the table saying, "Change the name, she''s called Shengnan now."


    Yan Xishan threw down his pen with a tter: "Chen Men, do you still want the shares or not?"


    Whether she wanted them or not, at this moment she had to stand firm. Chen Men immediately said, "I don''t want them. If there''s a cave-in or flooding ident in the coal mine, the owner has to take responsibility. You think I want to be responsible for your mess?"


    Yan Xishan didn''t actually want Chen Men to be responsible for his mess. The reason he wanted Men to hold the majority of shares was that he didn''t want to end up in the same situation as this time if he was thrown in jail again or lost his life. He didn''t want Chen Men to have no control and let the family assets fall into someone else''s hands.


    He stared at Yan Zhao, who stared back, not giving an inch.


    Finally, Yan Xishan took a deep breath, picked up the pen, crossed out Yan Zhaodi, and changed it to Yan Shengnan.


    Originally, the transfer was just a matter between adults, but Chen Men still asked for a day off for Yuanyuan and chose to bring her along.


    She couldn''t tell her daughter why at the moment, but at least now that she owned the shares, in the future when she had to take care of Yan Xishan until his death, she wouldn''t feel so stifled, sad, and powerless.


    Going to pick up Yuanyuan in Yan Xishan''s red Xiali car, the little girl had been given temporary leave from school. When she came out and saw her father''s car, she hesitated and refused to move forward.


    "Come on, Yuanyuan, it''s Dad," Yan Xishan said, waving his hand.


    Yuanyuan took two steps back.


    Yan Zhao got out of the car and whispered in the little girl''s ear: "Don''t be afraid, I''m here." Only then did Yuanyuan agree to get in the car.


    It was just a matter of transferring equity ownership, an internalpany affair, but they had to go to the Coal Mining Bureau to file a case, then to the industrial andmercial office to change the equity document. This way, the coal mine could be fully transferred.


    This man just couldn''t keep his mouth shut. While driving, he had to say: "Zhaodi, from now on, all the money Dad earns will be yours. Tell me, which little girl has it as good as you?"


    Yuanyuan didn''t know what had happened. Sitting on Chen Men''sp, she whispered, "Mom, I don''t want his things."


    "It''s okay, Mom will keep them for you," Chen Men said.


    Yuanyuan looked at Yan Xishan driving in front again: "I still don''t want them."


    If the child really didn''t want it, it would be forcing her. Chen Men suddenly hesitated and even didn''t want to transfer the ownership anymore. She had to ask her daughter why.


    Afraid that Yan Xishan would hear, Yuanyuan leaned close to Chen Men''s ear and whispered: "Unless my original dad promises not to hit me anymore."


    So how simple a child''s world is - all she wanted was for her dad not to hit her.


    "Yan Xishan, do you dare to hit my daughter again?" Chen Men asked loudly.


    Yan Xishan was parking the car and wanted to look in the rearview mirror, but he saw Yan Zhao''s eyes in the mirror, looking like a wolf''s.


    He subconsciously said: "How would I dare?"


    This was of course due to the pressure of Yan Zhao''s intimidating presence. But after getting out of the car, seeing Yuanyuan timidly following behind Chen Men, Yan Xishan actually felt some genuine emotion.


    He was currently still coaxing Hu Xiaomei and hadn''t exposed her fake pregnancy, after all, it was difficult to get coal mining rights, and it would be easier through Fan Xianghui.


    After Hu Xiaomei fell, he said he wanted to take her to the hospital, but how could she dare? Usually, she would cry about stomach pain, but after falling, she was suddenly fine, full of energy.


    When they got home, Yan Xishan deliberately tried to trip her again, but Hu Xiaomei didn''t make a sound, just urging him to get married quickly and start mining coal.


    "Xiaomei, what if I open the mine and something goes wrong and I end up in jail?"


    "You''re about to have a son, what are you afraid of?" Hu Xiaomei retorted.


    So Hu Xiaomei endured silently, but actually wished for his death, while all Yuanyuan asked of him was not to hit her.


    Taking a few steps forward, Yan Xishan touched his newly grown crew cut, suddenly turned back, and knelt on one knee in front of his daughter: "Sweetie, Dad was wrong before. Please don''t hate Daddy, okay?"


    Just such a simple sentence.


    Yuanyuan suddenly smiled, because she saw that Yan Xishan''s eyes were wet. She actually took out her little handkerchief to wipe his eyes: "Daddy, don''t cry. It''s okay, I forgave you long ago."


    How could Yan Xishan not cry? He had driven himself into a corner. He was simply a bastard!


    But he still had a chance. From now on, he should learn to be a decent person.


    The transfer only required submitting documents and filing a case.


    After filing at the Coal Mining Bureau, they also had to go to the industrial andmercial office to get a stamp.


    There were many people handling business at the industrial andmercial office, so they had to wait. Conveniently, there was a shopping mall across the street. Yuanyuan held Chen Men''s hand and pointed at the mall, saying: "Mom, I want to go buy something."


    "Let''s go, Mom will go with you," Chen Men said.


    It was good to go out for a walk, otherwise just watching the smiling Yan Xishan and the cold-faced Yan Zhao standing together was making her sick.


    "I want to buy gifts for Mom and Dad. I''ll buy them myself," Yuanyuan said, taking out a small wool coin purse from her backpack and waving it: "I saved money myself."


    Yuanyuan, only six years old, had knitted various pouches vividly with wool.


    It had been about two months since they started giving the children pocket money, and Yuanyuan had actually saved up eight yuan, which was a huge sum in the mall.


    After browsing for a while, she chose a silk scarf for Chen Men, and it was pink.


    "How about this, Mom chooses this dark green one, okay?" Chen Men switched to another one.


    Yuanyuan immediately said: "No, that one looks old-fashioned. I want the pink one."


    Actually, it was Chen Men''s own mentality that had aged, always preferring darker colors. She tried wrapping the pink silk scarf around her neck. The bright color needed young skin toplement it. Looking in the mirror, it actually looked quite pretty.


    Youth is wonderful.


    The gifts for Yan Zhao and Yan Xishan were chosen by Yuanyuan herself, and she didn''t let Chen Men give advice. She bought them all by herself.


    Nowadays, official business is done in a small room, with one person slowly stamping documents. The queue was very long. While waiting in line, Yuanyuan didn''t take out the gifts.


    She didn''t take out the gifts in the car either.


    It wasn''t until they were about to part ways at the entrance of Yanguan Vige that she mustered up the courage to hand Yan Xishan his gift: "Dad, this is for you."


    Yan Xishan took it, and it turned out to be a hat, one that didn''t quite suit his head. It was military green and soft. Yuanyuan touched Yan Xishan''s head and said, "A shaved head will get cold. Wearing this hat will prevent that."


    Even though the hat was green, even though it was the cheapest hat on the market, costing only 80 cents, Yan Xishan was incredibly moved.


    Hu Xiaomei would only conspire with others to cheat money from him, but Zhaodi knew to buy a hat to cover his ugly bald head.


    "Dad will wear it now," Yan Xishan immediately put the hat on his head.


    He was quite proud because Yuanyuan hadn''t bought anything for Yan Zhao. It seemed his daughter still loved him more.


    "How about that, Yan Zhao? You don''t get this treatment, do you?" Yan Xishan said, tilting the brim of his hat and even saluting Yan Zhao: "Goodbye, Captain Yan."


    He regretted not having joined the army before. Wearing the green hat, he looked a million times more spirited than Yan Zhao.


    "Take care with the coal mine, Xishan. The demand for coal is very high, and it''s not just for the short term. Don''t rush to open the mine," Yan Zhao said.


    Since he was in this business, he should be prepared for it. Yan Xishan said, "I''m the legal representative. If anything goes wrong, I''ll bear the criminal responsibility. Don''t worry, this time I''ll buy two big pig heads to sacrifice to the heavens, guaranteeing nothing will go wrong."


    Safety work relies entirely on quantum mechanics.


    He stepped on the gas, but felt the car wasn''t moving. It turned out Yan Zhao had reached out and directly shifted it into neutral.


    "If safety isn''t properly addressed, don''t let the workers go down the shaft. Otherwise, Men, as the major shareholder, will rece you and let someone else manage the coal mine," Yan Zhao said as he put the car in first gear and sent him off.


    Yesterday, Yan Xishan had found awyer and talked for half a day, mainly about money, because that was what he cared about most. The profits earned could be deposited in Yuanyuan''s ount, and he could use them for operations at any time, but he needed to consult with Chen Men.


    Regarding equity, he hadn''t seriously considered it. At that time, he was mainly badly hurt. Despite appearing very arrogant, he was also very insecure. He feared that maybe his seed really wasn''t good, and he could only have daughters.


    Especially since he had just gotten out of detention, he was afraid of dying, afraid of going back in.


    But this also meant that if Men didn''t speak up, it was fine, but if she did speak up, if she wanted to intervene, he might really be kicked out by her.


    Because of Hu Xiaomei''s cunning, he had forgotten one thing: Men''s stubbornness, and the fact that what Men hated most was his superstitious practices in the coal mine.


    If he didn''t ensure good safety measures before going down the shaft, given Chen Men''s personality, would she really rece him?


    Maybe what she wanted from the beginning wasn''t two small coal mines, but control?


    Otherwise, she had known about Hu Xiaomei''s fake pregnancy early on. Why didn''t she say anything during the prison visit, instead letting him lose face in the vige?


    Damn it, he had been yed!


    He had now be Chen Men''s working dog.

 Chapter 50

    Green hat, red car, Yan Xishan left in a shy manner, and Yan Zhao turned back to Chen Men, saying, "Xishan''s coal mine can''t just be managed by himself alone; we need to find a reliable person to keep an eye on it."


    Yan Xishan had been poor enough to fear poverty, and he naturally liked to exploit loopholes and make money, without any conscience.


    Especially towards those poor miners, he would either coax them or intimidate them, forcing them into the coal mine to mine gold for him. In the coal mine, without conscience, a copse that kills people can happen in an instant.


    In fact, making money isn''t about a moment; looking at coal mine owners, those who rise one by one end up dead, with no good endings. But standing in that windstorm, everyone just wants to ride the wind and fly, no one thinks about the crash when the wind stops.


    "My brother is fair-minded, he can do it," Chen Men said.


    Yan Zhao firmly said, "No, Chen Degong is too naive. You don''t know how much grain and meat Zhou Xueqin''s family swindled from him? In three days, he would bepletely manipted by Yan Xishan and dragged down."


    Brother was good in other aspects, but he was too honest. Once he ughtered a pig, he gave all the meat to Zhou Xueqin''s family, and he and the children ate pig tails, pig liver, and pig intestines. Every year, he sent bags of fine wheat and millet to the city, just because Zhou Xueqin''s family would cry about being poor, and Chen Degong''s heart was too soft, always leading the children to tighten their belts and endure hardships.


    But she didn''t know many people, and Yan Bin was eager to go, but he was even less suitable. He would only collude with Yan Xishan and secretly make money.


    "Let''s look again. Xishan isn''t a bad person, but he''s not exactly a good one either," Yan Zhao said about Yan Xishan, his tone inevitably rough.


    "Dad," Yuanyuan had run off but came back now: "I''ve prepared your gift for you."


    The little girl had run home specially, wrapped the gift she bought for Yan Zhao with red paper, and wrapped it neatly before handing it to him: "Open it and take a look."


    Yan Zhao didn''t think Yuanyuan would buy him a gift; children''s feelings for their biological parents are different, and blood is hard to sever. Little Wang would help Zhou Xueqin hide things, and the most important corner of Yuanyuan''s heart was reserved for Xishan.


    Turning back, Chen Men was smiling, especially happy today, her gaze as gentle as water.


    Yan Zhao had thought it was because Yan Xishan had finally given her shares, but now he wasn''t so sure.


    The biological father was a green hat, and the new father was a leather wallet, not a single-sided one, but the most popr double-sided one, and it was ck, Yan Zhao''s favorite color. It hadyers inside that could hold a lot of things.


    Such a wallet now cost five yuan, and Yan Zhao had once wanted to rece it but found it too expensive and didn''t dare to buy it.


    "Thank you, Dad really likes it," Yan Zhao said.


    After walking a few steps, he added, "Come by yourself tonight, or I''lle over to carry you."


    His ears were still red, and the texture must be very soft. Why could this dog man always say the hardest things with the roughest tone but have such soft ears?


    Chen Men had never had a great experience with that matter.


    In her previous life, she had been struggling with two men because of it. Yan Xishan was shameless and clingy, often fightingte at night, and he liked to smash windows. Chen Men kept a kitchen knife under her pillow when she slept.


    But it was hard on Yuanyuan, who had seen her parents fight many times in the middle of the night, always scared to trembling.


    With Lu Jingyu, Chen Men learned to be obedient. No matter what, she never confronted Lu Jingyu, only took care of the three children, did logistics for his construction team, managed finances, and did the ounts exceptionally well.


    They were husband and wife but more likerades and partners. She worked hard to be his indispensable right-hand man that he dared not easily discard.


    Even when Lu Jingyu had many mistresses, and some even had children for him and wanted to take her ce, they were all discreetly dealt with by Lu Jingyu himself.


    Even when Lu Jingyu often subtly elevated himself and belittled her outside, he wouldn''t, and didn''t dare to divorce her, and at home, he still had to act like a perfect husband.


    Because of what she had done, she deserved to enjoy his wealth and glory. The old members of hispany only recognized her as the boss''s wife.


    Whether Yan Zhao is an exception remains to be seen.


    Since he has that need, Chen Men won''t deliberately avoid it; for family harmony, she will actively fulfill it.


    The most unstable factor here is Little Lang, who likes to wet the bed at night. If he does, he will find her missing. After picking up Little Lang from kindergarten, Chen Men confiscated his little water cup.


    To prevent him from drinking too much and needing to urinate at night.


    But there are always idents. Today, Little Wang and Yuanyuan brought home a little guest, a timid, skinny little boy who looked severely malnourished.


    "Mom, this is Ma Xiaogang, my ssmate," Little Wang introduced.


    It turned out to be Leader Ma''s grandson. Just as Little Wang finished introducing, the little guy suddenly made a "pop" sound and really blew a snot bubble, no wonder he had the nickname "Snot Bubble."


    "Come in quickly, when will your familye to pick you up?" Chen Men asked.


    Ma Xiaogang shyly looked at Little Wang, who waved his hand: "Anyway, my dad doesn''t sleep with me, he said he''ll sleep with me tonight."


    Chen Men nced at Yan Zhao, who turned his head.


    He was the one who picked up the two kids, so it''s not her fault; he brought the guest here.


    Chen Men today made meat rolls, withmb and onion filling, wrapped in dough and made into small buns. The fire was strong, and themb rolls were steamed on the edge of the pot, then stewed in a pot with fried spare ribs, meat sauce, and ck fungus and daylily. When the soup was done, themb rolls were also done, with a golden bottom, soaked in the soup, soft and tender, crispy and fragrant to eat.


    Ma Xiaogang ate two bowls in silence and still seemed unsatisfied.


    Yuanyuan, with a small appetite, handed over the half-eaten roll she had left, and Ma Xiaogang started eating again.


    The phone rang, and Chen Men went to answer it, with Little Wang rushing in as well.


    "Hello, Men, Xiaogang said he went to your house to visit, my child doesn''t like to eat..." Mrs. Ma said on the phone.


    Little Wang grabbed the receiver and said, "He ate two big bowls and two small meat rolls at my house."


    Mrs. Ma''s voice sharpened: "Really?" But being an official''s wife, she could keep herposure,ughed for a while, then signaled Little Wang to let Chen Men take the phone and said, "Submit the bid on the 25th, don''t forget."


    Chen Men didn''t hang up the phone but kept listening. It''s a habit in the officialdom: if someone helps you, there must be a price. She needed to hear what the price was. If Mrs. Ma directly asked for money, she wouldn''t dare to take the project.


    "Men, your Uncle Ma is about to retire, this project is thest one he''s overseeing, just wants to build the building well, quality can''t go wrong, the price can be higher, remember not to lowball just to get the project. Ah, once he retires, we''ll just be ordinary people." Mrs. Ma said again.


    "I understand," Chen Men said.


    When Leader Ma retires, he''ll be forgotten. Mrs. Ma certainly wants her to show some gratitude, and she''s now just waiting for Chen Men''s response.


    Mrs. Ma wants to know if she''ll be a person who repays kindness or a white-eyed wolf who takes and runs.


    Men thought for a moment, then had a sudden inspiration: "Mrs. Ma, I have a coal miningpany here, no one to oversee safety, I''m not at ease letting the workers go down the mine. How about when Uncle Ma retires, I hire him as the manager of my coal mine and pay him a sry?"


    Giving someone a fish is not as good as giving them a fishing rod. Leader Ma has worked in a state-owned enterprise, has strong legal and safety awareness, knows how to grasp the big picture, and still gets to be a leader, which is a good job.


    "Your coal mine? Isn''t that Yan Xishan''s?" Mrs. Ma suddenlyughed, "That has nothing to do with you, does it?"


    "I can''t tell you much, but if you really trust me, I''ll keep my word?" Chen Men said.


    The equity issue isn''t something to discuss with outsiders, but Mrs. Ma will ry her words to Leader Ma.


    And Leader Ma should understand the intricacies involved.


    Mrs. Ma said "good" several times before hanging up the phone.


    Sending the grandson over was a probe, and Chen Men''s idea hit the mark with Mrs. Ma.


    That project, Chen Men felt more and more that this foolish donkey might just get lucky.


    Ma Xiaogang lived in an apartment building, so he was particrly curious about the courtyard houses. In the evening, Little Wang and Little Lang nned to take him out for a walk, showing him around and introducing him to the various households, especially the notorious Yan Sanye''s family, which they would emphasize. They also intended to visit the vige''s most famous site, the former venue of a public trial, to take amemorative photo and recount the grand asion of that time.


    Yan Zhao was the first to take a shower, but he didn''t use the hot water from the water heater; instead, he used cold water.


    Although he didn''t say it explicitly, Chen Men understood the implication in his eyes.


    "Let me put the kids to sleep first," Chen Men said.


    As she walked past Qin Yu''s house with her children, she heard Yan Dawei shout, "You did this yourself; you go get the money. I''m not getting involved."


    "If you weren''t so useless, I wouldn''t have to do it myself. If you had any backbone, I wouldn''t have to grovel before others," Qin Yu shouted and cried as she stormed out of the house, dragging Ningning with her and carrying a woven bag, seemingly preparing to move out.


    Parents fighting made the children feel ashamed. Ningning, like the former Yuanyuan, kept pleading, "Dad, please help Mom, please."


    Just as they were leaving, they ran into Chen Men. Qin Yu sighed and said, "Men, I''m getting a divorce, a divorce!"


    Yan Dawei also chased after them. Seeing Qin Yu walk away, he felt both angry and somewhat embarrassed, pulling Chen Men inside to exin, "About that project with Qinchuan Group, Leader Ma called and told us to bid. Qin Yu didn''t want to involve you and wanted me to handle it. I ignored her, and she took a thousand yuan to bribe the junior officer in charge of the bidding. Then, the higher-ups suddenly transferred, and that officer was moved away. I told her she couldn''t do it, but she insisted."


    Being a contractor, anyone could do it.


    But in the construction industry, there were always people taking bribes and demanding kickbacks. Unless you firmly established yourself and aligned with the most influential leader, it was difficult.


    No wonder Qin Yu had recently stopped teaching Yuanyuan piano. It turned out she had been quietly trying to secure a project with Qinchuan Group.


    "What about the money? Did she just give it away?" A thousand yuan was several months'' sry.


    Yan Dawei spread his hands and said, "She was the one who gave it away. Now she wants me to get it back. How can I? As soon as I open my mouth, she calls me useless. What can I do?"


    Chen Men couldn''t offer any advice on this matter.


    There were indeed many nouveau riche, but not everyone who went into business could be one.


    Qin Yu wasn''t good at dealing with people; her strengthy in music and teaching students. If she really got into construction, she would likely suffer more losses.


    Little Wang and Ma Xiaogang shared a room, while Yuanyuan and Little Lang shared another.


    Chen Men had to put the kids to bed. After telling stories to Yuanyuan and Little Lang and hearing that the other two kids in the next room had fallen asleep, she quietly carried a nket and tiptoed towards Yan Zhao''s room.


    It was her first time sleeping on the new Simmons mattress, and she felt quite excited as she carried a pillow and sneaked out.


    However, she heard Yan Xishan''s voice faintly from the next room, likely drinking at Yan Sanye''s house. Yan Sanye was Yan Xishan''s cousin, and it was thanks to Yan Sanye''s efforts that Yan Xishan survived childhood. Yan Sanye was like his real father and had taught him to be a scoundrel.


    As soon as she stepped out, someone suddenly grabbed her from behind, lifting her off the ground.


    Thinking it was that scoundrel Yan Xishan because of hisughter, Chen Men raised her hand to p him, but then realized that the person she had fought with, Yan Xishan, was in the past. This was Yan Zhao.


    His hands were very hot, and his breath was scorching, making Chen Men''s heart skip a beat.


    Nose, eyes, lips, the night breeze carried the sounds of drinking and gambling from the next room. He kissed for a while, paused to catch his breath, then kissed again, pausing once more.


    It was strange; her forehead was so delicate, her lips so soft, like flowing moonlight, while he was like high-temperature smelted steel, moltenva.


    His lips scratched her cheeks painfully. As Chen Men struggled, Yan Zhao said hoarsely, "Don''t move."


    Next door, Yan Xishan was boasting to Yan Sanye about his uing ns. His coal business wouldn''t just be sold in Xiping City; he aimed to expand nationwide, especially in the south, where there were many factories and a high demand for coal.


    He nned to prate deeply into the south, fiercely attacking that vast market described as a dreamlike water town, gentle and fertile like a woman''s body.


    No one knew how he intended to do it, but there was indeed someone deeply engaged in conversation on the other side of the wall.


    "Are you doing this willingly? I never forced you, did I?" Yan Zhao suddenly stopped and asked.


    Chen Men was surprised; between husband and wife, there shouldn''t be any question of forcing or not.


    "Isn''t that so?" He asked seriously, his eyes fogged with red under the moonlight.


    In the courtyard, the moon was round like a te. Chen Men was too lightly dressed and shivered from the cold.


    The olddy couldn''t maintain herposure anymore. She hugged her pillow and ran towards the small bedroom.


    She had no shame left; she ran with her pillow.


    But she was thrown by Yan Zhao.


    There was a thunderous creak, like a giant rat squeaking, but it was the bed, the new Simmons mattress, which had already been loosened by the kids jumping on it. If you got on from the side and didn''t move, it was fine, but if you pressed down from above, it would creak.


    "Squeak!" Another long, angry squeal from the giant rat.


    "Is there a rat? A rat?" someone shouted.


    "Society is better now; rats are well-fed. Why is the sound so loud?" someone else said.


    Yan Zhao was dumbfounded, probably never expecting the Simmons mattress to break so quickly.


    Weren''t they supposed to be indestructible? How did it break so fast?


    Moonlight filtered through the unclosed curtain, and Chen Men whispered to Yan Zhao, "Do you see the two jars in the corner?"


    ...


    There were tworge jars in the corner, used for storing flour and fine rice. It was an old habit in Shaanxi Province; people felt that flour and rice stored in stic bags would lose their vor, so they kept them in jars in a cool ce to preserve the longsting aroma of wheat and rice.


    Yan Zhao didn''t want to let go, but Chen Men pushed him away.


    Squeak, squeak, squeak, as the two got up, a series of rat-like sounds made it impossible for the neighbors to continue drinking.


    "Yan Zhao, can''t you kill that rat?" Yan Sanye shouted.


    Chen Men couldn''t help butugh. Yan Zhao was pulling her up, asking, "Is it funny?"


    It seemed a bit out of ce to say it was funny now, but Chen Men really found it hrious.


    Yan Zhao turned Chen Men''s face and said, "I''ll make you cryter!"

 Chapter 51

    True to her word, Chen Men really did cry.


    ...


    She didn''t expect her little life would need to be saved by Little Lang.


    She had nearly scratched the edge of the vat raw when suddenly she heard Little Lang grunt, "Mama."


    This child loved to get up in the middle of the night. Even if he didn''t need to pee, he would cry a bit. Using the cover of his cries, she grabbed her clothes and left, not daring to look back, running while putting on her clothes. Just as she entered the door, Yan Zhao''s hand pped against it.


    She had just picked up Little Lang when she heard Yan Zhao clearing his throat outside. She didn''t respond. He cleared his throat again, and she still didn''t answer. He did it once more.


    When she still didn''t respond, he started knocking on the door directly.


    But even with more knocking, she wouldn''t go over. She had already submitted the "homework" that needed to be turned in.


    "Mama, there''s a big bad wolf outside," Little Lang whimpered.


    Chen Men bundled the child onto the kang bed, her heart still pounding: "The big bad wolf has already been chased away by mama. Go to sleep quickly."


    Where was there someone who could eat their fill of meat every day? She still wanted to live.


    Chen Men guessed that Yan Zhao must be very angry, and might even be so upset as to go on strike from doing housework, because he stood outside for half the night, asionally clearing his throat, then doing it again after a while, pacing with heavy steps like a caged beast.


    Until she said: "It hurts."


    "Then go to sleep early," he finally left.


    From the sound of it, he seemed very displeased.


    But it was okay. Early the next morning when she got up, there was store-bought spicy soup in the steel pot, just needing to be reheated. The leftovermb rolls fromst night''s dinner, which he was afraid would smell gamey if steamed, he had specially grilled.


    The grilledmb roll shells were too hard and not good to eat with porridge, but when soaked in the spicy soup with radish and beef balls, it was absolutely delicious.


    Chen Men limped to the Third Brigade in the morning, because she had forgotten to use protection, and she clearly understood that if a man''s performance in that area was a parab, these few days would definitely be the most difficult time for her to endure.


    The vige clinic was at the Third Brigade. The health worker was called Su Chuncao, who was on fairly good terms with Men. Seeing Men limping, she was very surprised: "Why are you limping? What happened?"


    "I took a fall. It''s not a big deal. Give me a few condoms," Men said.


    She hadn''t done that for four or five years. To avoid the bed creaking, they did it standing up, with her hands braced on the edge of the vat, and it went on for a long time.


    Yan Zhao probably hadn''t done it like that before and got too excited, of course, he must have also discovered that Chen Men was an experienced driver.


    But both of Chen Men''s legs were about to give out.


    She hade to get condoms, but Chen Men had forgotten the ways of the countryside in recent years. Su Chuncao grabbed Men''s arm: "Condoms? What do you need those for? Get sterilized, get sterilized right now. Once you''re sterilized, you can do whatever you want without needing to prevent anything."


    Chen Men turned and left the clinic.


    Su Chuncao chased after her, shouting: "Men, you have three children, you must use birth control. You have to choose either an IUD or sterilization, otherwise the family nning team wille to catch you personally one of these days."


    ...


    "Men, don''t run! If one person gets sterilized, your whole family will be honored," Su Chuncao was still chasing.


    Chen Men pretended not to hear and ran away like the wind.


    She chose neither sterilization nor an IUD. She''d better go find condoms. Look, she was running, and happened to run into Song Huaihua.


    "It''s just condoms, why ask the clinic? We have plenty at our work unit. I''ll bring you some on Monday," Song Huaihua said, holding her belly. "I got an IUD and had heavy bleeding, then identally got pregnant, and ended up getting sterilized in the end. Sterilization has side effects. Don''t worry about what the policy says, protect yourself."


    Today was the weekend. Ma Xiaogang''s mission to build a bridge of friendship wasplete, and it was time for him to go home.


    "Auntie, can Ie to your house again in the future?" Ma Xiaogang asked, blowing a snot bubble.


    Chen Men said: "Of course you can. Just treat this as your home,e y anytime."


    Ma Xiaogang shyly looked at Yuanyuan: "Next time Ie, can you have Yan Shengnan sing for me?"


    He always heard Yuanyuan singing at school and heard she liked to sing for her brother at night, so he came, but as soon as he arrived she stopped singing.


    Yuanyuan liked Little Wang and Little Lang, but not snot-nosed kids. She pretended not to hear and ran inside to watch TV.


    Although Ma Xiaogang always had a long string of snot hanging, he was worth an office building, so after breakfast, Chen Men wanted to hire a three-wheeled vehicle to personally send him home.


    But she only sent him to the outside of the Qinchuan Group staff quarters. Chen Men didn''t go in, letting the children escort him home.


    Yan Xiaowang was eager and actively wanted to help Chen Men secure a big business deal. He even thought when they arrived that Mrs. Ma would discuss some business matters with him, but when Mrs. Ma saw the three of them, she just gave them each a few pieces of chocte and sent them on their way.


    Little Lang''s face was smeared with chocte. Yuanyuan clutched her hand tightly, but as soon as she got on the three-wheeler, she stuffed an entire round liqueur-filled chocte into Chen Men''s mouth.


    Xiaowang looked worried: "Auntie, Grandma Ma didn''t say anything."


    "You can''t say anything either. Keep the matter of the project to yourself," Chen Men said.


    There were many contractors, but few who could keep working for long. Those who went around handing out money recklessly would die sooner orter. Only those who were watertight, could consider things from the other''s perspective, were cautious and clever could survive. This was called "caution makes the shipst a thousand years."


    Mrs. Ma sent her grandson to make peace. Chen Men had to show some response, but couldn''t be overly enthusiastic.


    On the way home, before the three-wheeler reached Yanguan Vige, Xiaowang suddenly jumped off and ran to a tricycle selling Coca-C, holding out his hand. The small vendor actually handed Xiaowang a tape recorder.


    Once, Xiaowang had mentioned that he would soon have a tape recorder. In this era when cassette tapes were very cheap, tape recorders were considered somewhat useless, as people preferred simple radios.


    Chen Men was too embarrassed to ask, but always felt that Xiaowang had some kind of secret deal with this vendor.


    "Young man, your method really works. This tape recorder is a gift for you. Goodbye," the vendor said.


    Xiaowang held up the tape recorder, proudly showing off to Chen Men: "I earned this tape recorder, you know."


    "How did you earn it?" Chen Men asked curiously.


    The vendor couldn''t exin clearly to Chen Men, but he opened the Coke crate on the tricycle to show her: "See this? We used to have to move these boxes in and out, but now we don''t need to. Just roll it and it''s done. This thing was modified based on your son''s suggestion."


    The stic crates for Coke had a bamboo frame attached to the bottom, and there were four rollers under the bamboo frame.


    Although this small thing was small, it was especially useful for the vendor. He ran wholesale, and had to move crates of Coke every day. With this cart, he didn''t need to carry them. He just needed to put them on the small bamboo frame, push, and it would move. Not tiring at all.


    How could Xiaowang be useless? For a seven-year-old child to be so clever and skillful, Chen Men was impressed.


    When they got home, Chen Men finally understood why Xiaowang specifically wanted a tape recorder. Yuanyuan loved to sing, but only sang at home, and there was only one demo tape that had been recorded.


    As for Xiaowang, it turned out he had collected many instrumental tapes, and they were all currently the best and most popr song instrumentals.


    Now, he would y the instrumental, Yuanyuan would sing along, and he would record. He even knew to find a quiet room to record. Wouldn''t this produce a best hits tape that could be sold?


    This was truly a little money-making genius.


    A few dayster, Qinchuan Group published a full-page notice in the newspaper, publicly inviting bids. Chen Men had Yan Bin submit the "Bid Document" on her behalf.


    ording to Yan Bin, because this project was for the overall construction of Qinchuan Group''s office area, with a budget of 300,000 yuan, there were a full fifty contractors who came to bid.


    So the chances were not high.


    Yan Bin had been running errands for Chen Men recently, back and forth for a month. Chen Men gave him 300 yuan. Although it wasn''t given to him directly, but to Song Huaihua, at least Yan Bin finally saw some money.


    Inparison, Chen Men had more conscience than the ruthless Chen Ping. Of course, Chen Ping was now only willing to work for Men.


    But going into business was for making big money. Men was just a stepping stone, and she didn''t have much ambition. If he wanted to make big money, Yan Bin would have to continue to interact with Yan Xishan. Although he was harsh to his subordinates, he was also generous.


    It just so happened that Chen Men called Yan Xishan to Yanguan Vige to discuss the next steps for coal mine extraction, so Yan Bin went to pick up Yan Xishan.


    Yan Xishan was also a capable person. He had transferred most of the shares to Men, but Hu Xiaomei''s side didn''t know about it. Recently she kept falling for various reasons. Xishan kept insisting on sending her to the hospital, but Hu Xiaomei didn''t dare go without a baby in her belly. She had no choice but to stay at a small clinic, under the pretext of protecting the pregnancy.


    Yan Xishan sent Qi Dongmei to take care of her, while he himself visited morning and evening, holding Hu Xiaomei''s hand and saying that regardless of whether the child could be saved or not, as long as she recovered, he would immediately marry her.


    However, to help his son umte more wealth, he asked Hu Xiaomei to contact Fan Xiang again to help process the mining permits for several other mines.


    Fan Xiang had an old ssmate who was a high-ranking official in the province. With a word from him, those procedures that usually required bribes and favors could be quickly approved.


    As a result, Hu Xiaomei contacted Fan Xiang, and the permits were about to be approved.


    Meanwhile, Hu Xiaomei and Qi Dongmei were guarding a non-existent ''male fetus'' at a small clinic, pretending to be nurturing the pregnancy.


    To prove she was really pregnant, Hu Xiaomei even made an effort to fatten herself up.


    "Second brother, do me a favor. Keep a close eye on Qi Dongmei recently. She''s definitely going to try to buy a baby soon. You''re free these days, so watch her for me. If she dares to make a move, report her to the police. You understand what I mean, right?" Yan Xishan smiled as he pulled out three hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and pped them on Yan Bin''s leg: "This is the down payment."


    So Qi Dongmei was panicking about buying a child, while Yan Xishan was watching her, ready to report her if she dared to make a move?


    Isn''t this entrapment?


    Yan Bin wasn''t exactly upright, but he had never seen Yan Xishan act like this before.


    Hu Xiaomei was clever, but Yan Xishan was even more cunning. He used her to obtain the coal mining rights and could even trick her into staying in that small clinic, not daring to go out.


    But if the job was done, there would be a thousand yuan. Alright, Yan Bin epted this task.


    Yan Xishan came today to get that hundred thousand yuan as operating capital. He nned not only to take away all of his own coal but also to buy up all the surplus coal currently in Shaanxi Province, then send it south by rail car, making a huge profit.


    This should help him be a millionaire in one fell swoop.


    But Chen Men poured cold water on his ns: "No, you first need to install the most advanced safe mining equipment in the coal pit, and buy a set of circr coal washing systems. After they''re installed, have the manufacturere to me directly for payment."


    Currently, most coal mining was done by manual digging and carrying. If a ce looked like it might copse, they''d just prop it up with a rotten piece of wood. Safe mining equipment, on the other hand, includedrge anti-tilt supports, coal cutters, tunneling machines, and anti-tilt and copse warning devices. The circr coal washing was a new technology that had just hit the domestic market.


    Such aplete system would cost well over a hundred thousand yuan.


    Yan Xishan was furious when he heard this: "Men, I think you''re trying to default on my money, right? That makes sense. Yan Zhao is just a poor policeman, earning only 400 yuan a month, poor as dirt. Look at our home now, we''ve got a refrigerator and a telephone. You must have secretly given all my money to Yan Zhao, haven''t you?"


    Chen Men got up and went into the room, bringing out Yan Xishan''s red crocodile skin bag. She opened it, revealing stacks of hundred-yuan bills, still wrapped in the bank''s white paper bands.


    "I only invest money in production lines, because if coal miners die, it''s my money that payspensation," Chen Men said.


    Yan Xishan understood this principle, but he felt that safety production could be postponed. If Men was really worried, she could ask a Taoist priest to perform some rituals and make offerings to heaven. She was such a good person, heaven would surely bless her.


    Now that the demand for coal was so strong, once it was sent south, he might make over a million. Watching this money-making opportunity slip away made him angry and furious.


    At this moment, he didn''t even regret divorcing Chen Men, because she was the biggest stumbling block on his path to making money. If he really listened to everything she said, he could forget about making big money in this lifetime.


    Just then, Little Lang rushed in through the door, threw down his schoolbag, picked up the basket of cassette tapes, and was about to run out. Yuanyuan followed closely behind.


    Seeing his daughter, Yan Xishan''s anger dissipated a bit. He quickly stood up and called out with a smile: "Zhaodi."


    Yuanyuan pretended not to hear and rushed out with Little Lang like a gust of wind.


    Although Little Lang didn''t like Yan Xishan, the child was polite and answered for Yuanyuan: "Uncle, we''re very busy, we''re going to sell cassette tapes."


    Cassette tapes?


    Yuanyuan had recorded a song that Yan Xishan particrly liked to listen to, but Chen Men wouldn''t give it to him. He had asked Yan Zhao about it, and Yan Zhao said the song was from a movie and there was only one sample tape.


    Could it be that the two children were going to sell that very tape?


    So Yan Xishan chased after them, wanting to snatch a tape to listen to at home.


    This string of people heading out coincided with Yan Zhao and Song Huaihua walking home while chatting.


    Song Huaihua was carrying arge woven bag, Yan Zhao was also carrying arge woven bag, Little Lang was holding the cassette tapes, and Yan Xishan was chasing behind. With a loud crash, the whole group collided.


    The cassette tapes and the things in Song Huaihua and Yan Zhao''s hands were all scattered on the ground.


    Yan Xishan saw something white that looked like a cassette tape, so he picked up one. Seeing that Yan Zhao''s expression wasn''t good, he was already thinking of slipping away. This living King Yama was even harder to deal with than Chen Men.


    It was he who had reminded Chen Men to start with control rights.


    "Xishan came to discuss the mining business, right?" Yan Zhao asked.


    Chen Men pulled her lips: "He''s been locked up once, and his mind still isn''t clear. Rotten wood for supports, and he still wants to send people down the mine. Yan Captain, why don''t you lock him up again?"


    Yan Zhao turned on the faucet. It was already November, the weather was cold, and the water was even colder.


    He picked up the soap to wash his hands and face, and Chen Men handed him a towel.


    This scene was truly an eyesore for Yan Xishan, who was so angry he didn''t want to look for even a minute.


    He couldn''t understand how he, a person as cunning as a ghost, had ended up in this situation today.


    "I had a meeting with the coal bosses in our city today, informing them not to sell you coal on credit, because you don''t have money now and can''t pay back debts. So don''t think about getting coal on credit to ship south," Yan Zhao said slowly and calmly, wiping his hair as he spoke.


    Yan Xishan, holding a cassette tape, took a deep breath and went out.


    What he had in mind was indeed that if Chen Men wouldn''t give him money, he would ask other coal bosses for coal on credit, then sell it in the south, make a big profit, ande back to pay off the debt.


    He was the only coal boss in the entire Xiping City who had a connection with Yan Zhao, and by throwing his weight around, everyone would surely give him credit.


    With one sentence, Yan Zhao had cut off his backup n.


    As he walked out with the cassette tape, Yan Xishan overheard Second Sister Liu whispering: "Did you all just see? It looks like Yan Zhao might have emptied out all the condoms from the police station?"


    Sister-inw Mao alsoughed and whispered back: "Song Huaihua was carrying a big bag too."


    "That couple... they could at least slow down a bit."


    The rumors, as they spread, became more and more unsavory, and all the women wereughing.


    Yan Xishan looked at the box he was holding and immediately threw it on the garbage tform. It turned out not to be a cassette tape but condoms.


    Life had be unbearable.


    "Dad." Yuanyuan waved from a corner.


    Yan Xishan walked over, sighed, and knelt down: "Daughter, you miss Dad, don''t you?"


    Once upon a time, he felt he owned the entire Xiping City. He didn''t know why, but after being in jail once anding out, he found a cliff of ten thousand feet before him. Turning around, only this little girl, whom he had once kicked away, stood lonely behind him.


    If he were to fall off the cliff, in all the world, among all the dust, only she would reach out to grab him.


    "Here, this is for you." Yuanyuan gave Yan Xishan a cassette tape and reached out to touch his bald head: "It''s getting cold, Dad. Remember to wear a hat."


    It was the songs Yuanyuan had sung, like "Night at the Military Port", "By the Water", "Sweet as Honey", "Small Town Story", all the songs Yan Xishan used to love listening to when he was hugging hostesses.


    The childish voice gave them a different kind of gentleness. The songs no longer flowed with alcohol, women and sex, and the surging excitement of money, but with a beautiful, sweet-as-honey life.


    It couldn''t help but remind Yan Xishan of that pair of red underwear he had borrowed. Because he had never worn it before and was in a hurry, he put it on backwards. When he went to pick up Men, he was pulling at his crotch the whole way, walking with his legs spread, swaying in a bow-legged gait, constantly tugging at his crotch.


    Putting it in the car and listening while driving, Yan Xishan couldn''t help but shed tears.


    Money and safety, whether to continue dancing disco on the edge of breaking thew - this was a question.

 Chapter 52

    The spring mattress of the Simmons bed was no longer functional, so Yan Zhao removed it and ced it outside, opposite the coal yard, securing it with an oilcloth to prevent it from getting soaked.


    This turned into a giant trampoline for all the vige children, intended for them to jump around on, creaking and squeaking. However, Little Wang decided to charge a fee, demanding five cents for each jump, which he would only allow if he was present.


    But he couldn''t be there all the time, so the children would jump only when he wasn''t around.


    Little Wang wasn''t actually greedy; he just liked to tease people. He had also made a lot of money selling cassette tapes.


    His life was on the rise!


    However, the creaking Simmons bed had caused quite a few rumors in the vige.


    "Men and Yan Zhao have only been married for a few months and they''ve already worn out a Simmons bed."


    "Just look at Yan Zhao''s physique, he''s like iron, isn''t he?"


    The rumors had reached this point.


    And Yan Zhao, more wronged than Dou E, was carrying arge straw mattress into the house. Yes, a two-meter-wide mattress, which he carried with one hand.


    This only further confirmed everyone''s suspicions.


    The bed frame under the Simmons bed was a bit low, making it hard and ufortable to sleep on directly. Laying down the straw mattress and adding twoyers of quilts, though not as soft as the Simmons, wasfortable and breathable.


    Yan Zhao was making the bed himself and called Chen Men in: "The production team called, saying they want Yuanyuan to join them next Saturday."


    "Is it for ''The Yellow River''s Lament''? How long will it take, and how long will the shoot be?" Chen Men asked.


    Yuanyuan was only in the first grade, and Chen Men didn''t want her to be a child star. Moreover, the time spent on set might be too long, and she would need to take leave from school.


    "It''s said to be two days, Saturday and Sunday. If you don''t want her to go, we can cancel it," Yan Zhao said. Actually, he didn''t want Yuanyuan to go either, and he had initially refused when the assistant director called. Later, Director Teng called personally, wanting Yuanyuan to join and assuring that it wouldn''t take too long, so he came to discuss it with Chen Men.


    Hearing that Chen Men wasn''t too keen either, Yan Zhao was ready to refuse.


    "If Yuanyuan wants to go, let her go. She can take leave on Saturday, and I''ll help her catch up on her lessons," Chen Men thought for a moment and said.


    What if she didn''t let her go and Yuanyuanined when she grew up?


    Yan Zhao added: "Today I saw Zhou Qiaofang buying vegetables outside and she avoided me. Has she not been to our house?"


    Although the work for the Dongfang Group was finished, there were still many finishing tasks to be done. Chen Degong had sent all the workers home and was handling the final tasks himself.


    Away from home for several months, Chen Degong hadn''t returned to his hometown, and his wife''s family was in Xiping City, so she would naturallye to visit her husband.


    However, Zhou Qiaofang had a habit: when she felt justified, she liked to be with Chen Men, as they were of simr age and had endless topics to chat about. But if she had done something she felt guilty about, she would avoid Men.


    Chen Men guessed that it was probably because Chen Degong had made some money, and Zhou''s Mother hade to demand more, so Zhou Qiaofang had given in and was too ashamed to face Men.


    Fortunately, Chen Degong had secretly hidden nine thousand yuan; otherwise, all the hard-earned money would have gone to support Zhou''s Mother''s family.


    Zhou Qiaofang''s giving money didn''t earn her any favors, as Zhou Xueqin was more eloquent and earned more. Even if Zhou Xueqin didn''t give Zhou''s Mother a single cent, Zhou''s Mother still favored Zhou Xueqin.


    Having given money to her mother''s family and still being scolded by her mother, Zhou Qiaofang didn''t even dare to visit her sister-inw.


    Thinking about Zhou Qiaofang''s situation, Chen Men couldn''t help but smile.


    Yan Zhao paused and then smiled again; she was smiling again.


    "Lie down and try it out?" He patted the mattress.


    The two fluffy quilts made the bed look exceptionally soft. Chen Meny down to try it, and before she knew it, Yan Zhao had joined her in a yful embrace.


    She pushed, but he didn''t budge.


    Suddenly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred yuan, handing it to Chen Men: "Bonus. One hundred for the water heater, one hundred for the mattress, and one hundred left."


    This persistent man had waited for days until he received his bonus to buy the mattress.


    And in this yful embrace, handing over the money looked quite amusing.


    Chen Men took the money and pushed again, but Yan Zhao didn''t budge.


    Little Lang was calling for his mother outside, as his small water cup had been taken away by Chen Men and ced high up. After jumping on the trampoline for a long time, he was thirsty and wanted water.


    "Little Lang will be in soon," Chen Men was startled, her face turning pale.


    Yan Zhao, however, enjoyed seeing Chen Men not smiling, what was it called again, her face turning pale.


    Hearing themotion of several children running in, he finally got up, his expression unchanged: "The bed won''t creak tonight."


    Couldn''t he speak more gently?


    Couldn''t he say something inviting?


    She was going to sneak in with her pillow, like a stealthy intruder.


    All he said was that the bed wouldn''t creak?


    Yan Zhao seemed to want to say something more, but Little Lang came in shouting for water, and he quickly left, lifting the curtain.


    ...


    Hearing that Zhou Qiaofang was currently with her husband, Chen Men went to the construction site with the intention of having a good talk with her. After all, her brother was her only rtive, and Zhou Qiaofang, although from the Zhou family, was also her brother''s wife and the mother of Jinbao and Zhenbao. Despite the difficulties, she had to persuade her to live a good life with her brother and not be led astray by Zhou''s Mother''s family.


    However, she didn''t meet Zhou Qiaofang at the construction site but encountered a familiar man, who was squatting with Chen Degong, smoking and scratching his head.


    "Isn''t this...?" The man stood up: "You?"


    "You?" Chen Men blurted out: "You? The leader of the Overpoption Brigade? How''s your wife? Did she give birth? What did she have?"


    This was the leader of the Overpoption Brigade that Yan Zhao had persuaded. It seemed he knew her brother?


    "A son." The man grinned and then gestured with an eight: "Nicknamed Eight Hundred, because he was fined eight hundred yuan, and I still haven''t paid it. I came to see if Lao Chen could help me out."


    Chen Men detested the preference for boys but felt more sympathy for the women''s wombs and the girls born and then despised, looked down upon, tossed around, and even drowned.


    So, with a sigh, for that poor woman, this was the best oue.


    The leader of the Overpoption Brigade, surnamed Li, was named Li Guangming, from Li Family Vige.


    He had been able to live a decent life, but the family was now destitute due to the birth control enforcement.


    Because he hadn''t paid the fine yet, and his wife had been sterilized right after giving birth, all the furniture, pots, and pans had been taken away by the birth control department. Unless he could quicklye up with eight hundred yuan, his wife and children would go hungry.


    Chen Degong asked Chen Men: "Any news about the Qinchuan Group''s project? Your Li Family brother can''t just pay the eight hundred; he has four or five mouths to feed, and no ie won''t do."


    The leader of the Overpoption Brigade no longer had his former arrogance. Realizing that Chen Men was the boss that Chen Degong always mentioned, he sped his hands: "I have strength, and as long as there''s work, I''m good. Degong said you''re kind and pay quickly, Chen Boss, can I work for you?"


    He had three little girls like Yuanyuan and an infant waiting to be fed. To evade the birth control enforcement, he had left his crops unattended.


    "First, work with my brother here to finish up. I can only offer you two yuan a day. I''ll try my best for that project, but I''m not sure if we can get it," Chen Men said.


    Chen Degong had already agreed to take in Li Guangming but at three yuan a day. With Men now saying two yuan, he was in a bind.


    However, he kept giving Men signals, which she ignored.


    As she was about to leave, Chen Men felt something was off and turned back to ask Chen Degong: "Brother, where are those nylon ropes and the pots and pans from the kitchen?"


    "Didn''t your sister-inw say she took them all home?" Chen Degong retorted and then immediately pped himself: "She and her mother took them."


    "Come, I''ll take you to find them," Chen Men said.


    Everyone thought that projects were about making big money and should be done without much attention to details.


    But those nylon ropes, pots, and pans were all bought with money, and they were needed for the next project. If they were gone, they would have to spend several hundred yuan to buy new ones. If Chen Men guessed correctly, Zhou Qiaofang, coaxed by Zhou''s Mother, must have secretly taken them away.


    And since it was just taken today, it couldn''t be far.


    Without looking elsewhere, Chen Men led Chen Degong and Li Guangming straight to the First Brigade.


    Yan Zhao''s hometown was an old courtyard with blue-brick andrge tiled roofs, a square siheyuan with a que on the gate that read "Honored Military Family," the only one of its kind in Yanguan Vige.


    It had six or sevenrge rooms, and if it were to be demolished, it would yield several high-rise apartments. As soon as one entered the courtyard, they would see a chubby boy, Lu Dabao, urinating against a corner of the wall. This child preferred to urinate against the wall instead of using the toilet. The blue bricks at the corner were covered in white stains, emitting a strong urine odor, all thanks to his habit.


    If it were Chen Men, she would have dragged him to the toilet to urinate, but now that Zhou Xueqin and Lu Jingyu were often away, it was clear they had left the child in the care of Zhou''s Mother. Zhou''s Mother herselfcked proper upbringing, let alone teaching the child.


    "Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my house?"


    Chen Degong opened door after door looking for something, while Li Guangming eximed, "The outside of the courtyard looks so neat and tidy, but inside it''s a mess."


    Pushing open arge room, they found it filled with chickens clucking and pping. Another room had a stinking urinal that had been left there for an unknown amount of time. When they tried to open another door, it wouldn''t budge. Chen Degong thought Zhou''s Mother and Zhou Qiaofang were inside, so he kicked it open. Inside, several washed but still yellow-stained women''s underwear hung on a rack, and a kang was piled high with crumpled clothes, the floor littered with newspapers open to the section on national debt.


    This was the bedroom of Lu Jingyu and Zhou Xueqin.


    Opening another room, they found it stacked with brand new, snow-white nylon ropes and construction site utensils.


    While Chen Degong and Li Guangming moved the items, Chen Men turned to ask Lu Dabao, "Dabao, where are your parents?"


    "None of your business," Lu Dabao retorted with a sneer.


    Chen Men gave him a thumbs up. "You swear so well, say it louder."


    "None of your business, is that loud enough?" Lu Dabao repeated.


    "Very good, keep swearing like that in the future, keep it up," Chen Men said with a smile.


    This child certainly had potential, perhaps as cunning as Yan Xishan, but he was rude from a young age, had a foul mouth, and loved to swear. Chen Men had invested a lot of effort in trying to discipline him.


    Now that no one was educating him, and his father was already wealthy, the boy''s swearing had only gotten worse.


    He might be very capable in the future, but it was also possible that his foul mouth would get him killed before he grew up.


    Carrying two bundles of nylon ropes out, Chen Men felt a pang of regret for Yan Zhao. This simple and majestic courtyard of blue bricks andrge tiled roofs must have cost Yan Zhao''s family a lot of effort, but now it reeked of urine, with foul kitchen wastewater flowing all the way to the gate, making it look like a pigsty.


    Zhou''s Mother and Zhou Qiaofang had probably gone out to buy breakfast, returning with a few fried dough sticks and eggs.


    Zhou Qiaofang spotted Chen Degong and his group first, pulling Zhou''s Mother and quietly standing in a narrow alley.


    Chen Men had wanted to call out to her brother, asking him to confront their sister-inw face-to-face.


    Wasn''t her family draining her dry enough?


    But then Zhou''s Mother pinched Zhou Qiaofang and pushed her forward, indicating that Zhou Qiaofang should step forward to ask for the ropes and utensils.


    Normally strong-willed and proud, Zhou Qiaofang now kept her head down, not uttering a word. If Chen Degong saw her like this, he would p her so hard her ears would ring.


    Chen Men decided to let it go, thinking that if Zhou''s Mother beat her a few more times, Zhou Qiaofang''s mind might clear up.


    Returning home, they first stored the items in Yan Xishan''s coal yard. As Chen Men came out, she ran into Yan Xishan, who was wearing a green hat, standing at the entrance of the coal yard, looking satisfied and smiling like an auntie.


    This military green hat was bought by Yuanyuan for him. Given Yan Xishan''s personality, he shouldn''t like wearing a green hat.


    But when Chen Men turned around, she saw Yuanyuan and Little Wang going door-to-door selling cassette tapes, and she understood.


    This cunning scoundrel was recentlypeting for Yuanyuan''s affection, trying to make her fall in love with him again.


    Sure enough, as soon as the children turned around, he took off the green hat and stuffed it into his pocket.


    "Men, money''s tight, let''s just pretend to take care of safety, what do you think?" He lit a cigarette and said.


    After much internal struggle, Yan Xishan decided to install the coal mining production line first, not out of conscience, but because if he didn''t, Yan Zhao wouldn''t let him start work.


    But he didn''t want to install the most advanced one currently avable in the country, as it would cost a whopping thirty thousand yuan. He might have to take out loans, sell his car, and raise money to install it. Meanwhile, other coal bosses were already assembling wagons and heading south in a grand procession. It was better to just fake it and start mining as soon as possible.


    "Install it, and do it seriously," Chen Men said.


    "The first payment alone is ten thousand yuan, and the second one is too. Men, I only have five thousand yuan. Sell me, how much do you think I''m worth?" Yan Xishan said, shaking his frail body.


    "I''ll find a way to raise the money, you just focus on installing the production line," Chen Men said seriously.


    "Men, people die in coal mines, that''s normal. Look at how many coal mine idents happen in our Shaanxi Province every year, how many workers die, and have the mine owners been sentenced? No, as long as you bribe someone, it''s not a problem. Do you know that Zhou Xueqin, Yan Zhao''s ex-wife, introduced you to me, but I''ve always looked down on her. In my eyes, you should be a thousand times more open-minded than her, but do you know, Zhou Xueqin is making a fortune now, and look at you?"


    Indeed, it was Zhou Xueqin who introduced Men to Yan Xishan.


    Zhou Xueqin used to be the belle of the woolen mill, fond of dancing.


    She was the top dancer in all the dance halls of Xiping City, especially good at disco, and knew almost all the local nouveau riche.


    But she was a tough sell in the marriage market because no one wanted to marry a woman who danced all day and never stayed home.


    Why did she marry Yan Zhao? It was because his father, the secretary of the woolen mill, had praised her to the skies in the archives, calling her virtuous and capable of managing a household, that she managed to get married.


    Their marriagested because Yan Zhao was often away, and whenever he returned, the Zhou family would put on a show for the sake of his allowance.


    All the men in Xiping City had beenughing at Yan Zhao''s green hat since then, and they still do.


    But that woman, Zhou Xueqin, is said to have made a lot of money by specting in national debt.


    Yan Xishan is envious, jealous, angry, and can''t figure it out.


    "If you want to open a mine, first ensure safety, or I''ll rece you immediately," Chen Men said sternly.


    Zhou Xueqin probably made a lot of money specting in national debt, but now the social headlines in the newspapers often report on national debt spectors fighting, brawling, and even dying on trains.


    Isn''t life more important than money?


    And she is working hard on the Qinchuan Group''s project, and if she can secure it, that money can be used to fully install the production line.


    "Xishan, Xishan,e here," Yan Bin just returned from outside the vige and pulled Yan Xishan aside, whispering something to him.


    Yan Xishan, who had been stubbornly arguing, finally made up his mind after hearing Yan Bin''s whisper: "Men... I''ll listen to you, let''s install it."


    The further Yan Xishan went, the more perilous his path became.


    It was also to be expected. Fan Zhenhua''s wife worked in a hospital, and Qi Dongmei, in this era of strict family nning, couldn''t buy or even steal a son. Girls were easily discarded, but as long as a boy was born, he was the family''s treasure.


    Fan Xiang promised her that he would persuade his daughter-inw to find a way to get a newborn son from the hospital.


    Although it fit Yan Xishan''s suspicions, and as long as Fan Zhenhua''s wife dared to act, Yan Bin would report it to the police, with aplete chain of evidence, even pulling Fan Zhenhua down from his position, Yan Xishan wasn''t happy.


    He had once given his heart to Hu Xiaomei and was grateful to Qi Dongmei.


    But that''s how those people treated him.


    He decided to listen to Men once, even if it meant not making money, even if he had to listen to others getting rich and feel miserable, just to umte some good karma for his little Yuanyuan.


    Of course, before leaving, Yan Xishan had to say, "Men, Zhou Xueqin willugh herself to death at us."


    Chen Men couldn''t be bothered to scold Yan Xishan and went home.


    Chen Men was genuinely surprised that someone actually wanted to buy Yuanyuan''s recorded songs.


    The vige itself was notrge, and everyone loved listening to tapes. Little Wang''s tapes were all self-recorded onto nk tapes he bought, cutting out the middleman and selling them cheaply.


    At least four or five fools were lured by the low price and bought hisption tapes. She passed by several households and heard Yuanyuan''s voice in them.


    Yuanyuan bought her another gift today, a cheap lipstick from the corner store, likely made fromrd, fragrance, and dye, so red it was frightening and so fragrant it made one want to vomit.


    "Mom, you really look beautiful," Yuanyuan said, watching her mother apply it, then dabbing some on herself and Little Lang.


    Little Lang''s skin was already fair, and with the lipstick, he looked so red and vibrant that he could easily pass for a little girl.


    But his mouth was a bit crude: "Damn, it looks good."


    "Saying things like that, you won''t grow any teeth. You should say, ''Thank you, sister, it really looks good!''" Chen Men gently tapped his little mouth.


    Children tend to pick up badnguage, so you have to correct them from a young age. Little Lang, for the sake of his teeth, obediently said, "Thank you, sister, it really looks good."


    Chen Men couldn''t resist letting the kids enjoy the lipstick for a bit, but she wiped it off as soon as she went out.


    She knew that men''s interest in sex would follow a parabolic curve, eventually declining.


    But when that curve is at its peak, waiting for it to drop is a hassle.


    Yan Zhao was cleaning the cloth covering the mattress and the sponge inside. He had taken it all apart, washed it, and was now sewing it, apparently preparing to make a mattress or something.


    Chen Men had been interacting quite a bit with Yan Xishan recently, not because she wanted to see him, but because she had to keep an eye on Yan Xishan. If she let her guard down, it could cost dozens of lives. If Yan Xishan repeated his past mistakes, it would ruin more families.


    But she couldn''t let Yan Zhao think she had any improper thoughts about Yan Xishan. All her interactions with him had to be crystal clear.


    "I met Xishan today and talked about safety production. I convinced him to install production lines properly," Chen Men said first.


    "Don''t smile at him," Yan Zhao suddenly said.


    It was a concise, almost childish remark. Chen Men turned around to see him looking serious, full of righteousness, but why would he say something like that?


    Was he being serious?


    Or was he perhaps jealous, and of Yan Xishan, of all people?


    "I''lle over tonight," Chen Men dered proactively, making the hardworking man happy was her duty.


    But there was another issue: "That... it hurts. My gynecology is definitely fine. Do you think it could be because of you?"


    Yan Zhao was trying to thread a needle but failed a few times.


    Chen Men took the needle, licked it with her tongue, and helped him thread the needle.


    Yan Zhao took the needle and said, "Is it because you''re not willing in your heart that it hurts?"


    Did women have to wear their willingness on their faces?


    Or did they have to shout "I''m willing!" like the heroines in Qiong Yao dramas to stop the pain?


    Chen Men couldn''t just say the size, what would he think? He knew she had been married before, did she still have any dignity left?


    She handed the needle back, staring at Yan Zhao for a long time. His ears turned bright red.


    He threaded the needle into the cloth, his hands, despite being strong, were nimble and skilled at sewing, though the stitches were a bit uneven, like centipedes.


    Chen Men waited for an answer. Her meaning was that the time could be shorter, the pressure lighter, and so on. He had to give her a promise.


    "I''ll be gentler."


    Yan Zhao carried therge bedcover away.


    That evening, Uncle Yan the Third got afortablerge mattress to lie on, and he praised Yan Zhao a million times better than Xishan.


    Under the dim night, Chen Men had put the children to sleep and was already lying on the t, soft,fortable, and silent bed. But Yan Zhao was still busy outside, watering the tworge peonies in the courtyard with leftover chicken soup.


    Autumn was the time to nourish the peonies, ensuring they bloom luxuriantly next year.


    Listening to his busyness, Chen Men sighed inwardly.


    Yan Xishan''s old house was kept so clean and tidy by Yan Zhao that if there were any ancestral spirits, they would rest peacefully.


    Their old house, however, was turned into a pigsty by Lu Jingyu and Zhou Xueqin.


    Although they hadn''t had a deep conversation, his father Yan Peiheng in the capital had never called Little Wang or Little Lang, nor had he directlymunicated with her. Even Yan Zhao didn''t mention letting her go to the capital to meet his father, his elder brother, or sister-inw.


    So there must be quite a rift between Yan Zhao and his father.


    If Yan Peiheng knew what his old house looked like now,


    the rift between Yan Zhao and his father would only deepen.


    Hopefully, Yan Zhao won''t go to the First Brigade, and he won''t find out.

 Chapter 53

    Because of the importance of the Qinchuan Group project, Chen Men specifically asked Yan Bin to inquire about it. Only then did she learn that it was truly a bloodbath.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    There were dozens, if not hundreds, of construction teams bidding for the project, and each one was rted to someone in leadership.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was said that when the leadership decided on a construction team one day, someone would report it the next day. If they decided on another team the following day, someone would put up big-character posters the day after. The Cultural Revolution had only recently ended, and the habit of posting big-character posters was still prevalent.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The engineeringpanies were also unregted. Basically, whoever the client designated would receive the money directly. There were no supervisionpanies yet, so buildings were constructed however they pleased. Making money was far too easy.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Your rtives would report mine, and mine would report yours. It had be a bloodbath, to the point where even Qin Yuxing''s bribery was posted on the factory bulletin board.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This incident even affected Yan Dawei''s work at Dongfang Group. His superiors thought he was neglecting his duties and trying to grab projects at Qinchuan Group. He was directly moved to a cold bench position. It was truly a case of not getting the meat but being left with the stink of sheep.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Finally, Leader Ma lost his temper, mming the table and berating everyone. He insisted on bringing in leaders from the Housing and Construction Bureau, gathering all the leadership to collectively review all the "Bid Documents". They scrutinized the bids down to the details listed, such as the thickness of steel bars and the grade of cement, to see whose bid was the most sincere.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hearing Yan Bin say this, Chen Men felt that she should be prepared, because Teacher Huang''s bid was more sincere than anyone else''s.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But just then, Chen Men received a cold shower of news from the children''s side.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was Saturday evening, and Ma Xiaogang came to visit. Just as he and Little Wang entered, Mrs. Ma called saying, "Little Chen, I''m really sorry, but it seems the project might not work out. However, Xiaogang has gone to your ce to y. If you don''t mind, please entertain him for a while. If you do mind, just send him back to me, okay?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The little snot-nosed kid and Little Wang were arm in arm, singing: "Hengshui hundred years, national nourishment gradually awakens, open your eyes, look at Xiusan, that dizzy building gathers... Slow thunder poor wakes eternal eight, intimate thunder yellow and water steal steal."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang chased after them, asking, "Brother, what does ''yellow and water steal steal'' mean?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Get lost, little brat, you don''t understand anything," Little Wang waved his hand dismissively.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This little rascal waspletely different from when he first arrived, crouching at the station and looking at Zhou Xueqin pitifully. Now he was not only good at making money but also mischievous, always smiling all day.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although Chen Men was a bit dazed by this cold shower of news, she rarely saw Little Wang so happy, so she still said, "No need, I''m going out tomorrow anyway. Let him y with my two sons."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I feel quite embarrassed. Where are you going to y tomorrow?" Mrs. Ma asked again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men said, "Xi''an Film Studio."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan had started filming today. Because it wasn''t easy for child actors to shoot on location, Yuanyuan was filming on a set at the film studio. Chen Men had already been there once today. As an apanying family member, she couldn''t enter the set, but she had already arranged with the studio staff that she could bring the children to y tomorrow.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Alright," Mrs. Ma said and hung up the phone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The Xi''an Film Studio had many interesting things: real nes and cannons, and props used in the hit films "Red Sorghum" and "Yellow Earth", all disyed in exhibition rooms.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men loved these things, enjoyed looking at them, and liked exining them to the children, but the children didn''t particrly enjoy it. Ma Xiaogang and Little Wang''s favorite activity was still singing. They howled like ghosts and wolves, singing everything from "The Great Wall Will Never Fall" to "Shanghai Beach" as they walked along.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ma Xiaogang even had a small top hat, just like the one worn by Xu Wenqiang in "Shanghai Beach", but in a child''s version. Wearing it made him look even more like Xu Wenqiang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang couldn''t understand any of it and followed Chen Men with a furrowed brow and pouting lips as he watched the two older boys.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When bored, he would take a sip of water.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The fair-skinned little boy looked at his two brothers with envy.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men always felt that the conflict was deliberate. At noon, she took the children to eat the soul food of old Shaanxi people:mb paomo with ice peak soda, each person also chewing on two cloves of garlic. They ate until their bellies were round. Just as they came out of themb paomo restaurant, a young man who was humming something like "Ba Gu Ya Cai" suddenly reached out and grabbed Ma Xiaogang''s hat, and even spat on it: "Little brat, trying to sing Cantonese songs, can you even sing?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ma Xiaogang was a snot-nosed kid, and because he was thin and small, he only had Little Wang as a friend at school.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When the man spat on him and took his hat away, he didn''t even dare to make a sound, just stood there.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The young man went into the ce next door, which was an open-air caf¨¦. Drinking coffee next to a paomo restaurant, the local and foreign cultures of Xi''an were blending and mixing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang was unhappy and chased into the caf¨¦''s courtyard: "Uncle, you just spat on my friend''s face, give my friend''s hat back."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The young man continued humming, with the hat on his head.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Nowadays, there were many hooligans on the streets stealing things. Victory brand nail shoes, Xu Wenqiang''s hat, they would steal anything whether they could wear it or not. This guy wanted to keep the hat.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    From the perspective of a contractor who had carefully prepared a bid for Qinchuan Group only to be stood up in the end, Ma Xiaogang being bullied was none of her business. Chen Men could have just pretended not to see it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But she was, after all, a woman first, and she didn''t like seeing children being taken advantage of.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So she went in too, and as soon as she entered, she said, "You''re singing Leslie Cheung, yet you bully children? Are you worthy of singing Leslie Cheung''s songs?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was the height of poprity for Hong Kong and Taiwan songs, and the young man was humming Leslie Cheung''s "Monica". People nowadays valued kindred spirits, and hearing that Chen Men actually knew Leslie Cheung, the young man suddenly showed respect: "My apologies, my apologies, you''re also a fan of Leslie Cheung." He voluntarily handed over the hat.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was just short of telling him to get lost.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ma Xiaogang''s top hat was lost and found, but the little fellow had lost his earlier spirit. He and Little Wang held hands, not daring to sing anymore, walking silently behind.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even though the business deal might not happen, business was adult affairs. Chen Men, having lived an extra lifetime, had a more peaceful mindset. It was also because in her previous life, she had let Yuanyuan suffer too much, so she didn''t like to see children being wronged.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just as they were passing by a barbecue shop, seeing Ma Xiaogang and Little Wang looking so pitiful, she asked them, "Do you want to eat some grilled sausages?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang finally had a chance to answer first: "Yes!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even though their stomachs were round from the paomo they had just eaten, a thin Vienna sausage grilled over charcoal fire and sprinkled with chili and cumin was still a favorite of children.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So Chen Men ordered a grilled sausage for each of the three children. Just as she turned around, she saw Mrs. Ma standing behind her with a smile.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Grandma, grilled sausage," Ma Xiaogang called out.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Mrs. Ma, what a coincidence," Chen Men also said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Mrs. Ma smiled and said, "Yes, it''s quite a coincidence. I was passing by and happened to run into you. I hope Xiaogang hasn''t caused you any trouble?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "No, not at all," Chen Men didn''t think it was a coincidence at all. Mrs. Ma had specifically asked her yesterday where they were going to y.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Men, I''m heading back now. Remember to wait for a call. Your Uncle Ma is still in a meeting today, but he will do his utmost to ensure you get the project," Mrs. Ma said, then left with Ma Xiaogang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was the nature of the project - ny-nine difficulties, with onest hurdle to ovee.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Mrs. Ma wanted to see if she was a person who remembered kindness and returned favors. Last night, she deliberately said the project had fallen through, and today she hired a young hooligan to specifically bully Ma Xiaogang, just to test if she could still treat the child normally after hearing the project had failed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had been a person who acted with conscience in both her lifetimes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Many of the projects that Lu Jingyu couldn''t secure initially were slowly won over by Chen Men''s persistent efforts, like water dripping through stone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had always worried whether she could manage without Lu Jingyu, after all, in this society, people ced more value on men.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But this time, without Lu Jingyu, didn''t she still seed?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The project, she had secured it!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang''s grilled sausage was of course gone in just a few bites, but Little Wang hadn''t eaten his Vienna sausage. He waited until he saw Yuanyuaning out of the film studio, then reached out and gave it to her from afar.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had originally thought that since sausages cool quickly, she would buy one when Yuanyuan came out. Since Little Wang had given his, she decided not to buy another one.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, Yuanyuan had only taken one bite when Little Wang, taking advantage of Chen Men''s inattention, suddenly said mysteriously, "Little Yuanyuan, there''s my snot on it."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan was so angry she pinched him, and Little Wang quickly surrendered, "I''m just kidding, I didn''t even dare to smell it."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Is it toote to return this brother now?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    On the weekend, Yan Zhao was cleaning up at home, as Xiong Xiangdang wasing over as a guest today.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although Yan Zhao worked inw enforcement, Xiong Xiangdang always liked to consult him on criminal investigation matters, such as the ongoing child trafficking cases. There were many such cases, and they had arrested several that could serve as examples. It was time for some heavy sentences, and Xiong Xiangdang wanted to hear Yan Zhao''s opinion.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Let''s wait a bit longer. The current examples aren''t enough yet. Keep looking," said Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Indeed, regarding child trafficking, they needed to find exemry cases and crack down hard, with public executions. So the examples had to be sufficiently typical to warrant public execution.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Xiong Xiangdang then left.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Little Three?" a woman called Yan Zhao by his childhood nickname at the door. "It''s me, Chuncao."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was Su Chuncao. Her family was from the First Brigade, but she had married into the Third Brigade. She and Yan Zhao were ssmates in elementary school.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As a child, she often copied Yan Zhao''s homework. They had a good rtionship. Moreover, the current family nning policy allowed married couples to have only one child. For remarried couples, only if one partner had no children could they have another. If both had children already, they were required to undergo sterilization. As a small-time health worker, she had a heavy quota for sterilizations to meet.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Otherwise, she wouldn''t dare toe knocking on this tiger''s door so rashly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing that Chen Men wasn''t around, she smiled and said, "Captain Yan, the policy is forcing our hand. If your wife won''t get sterilized, you should do it. You promised before, remember?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao was hangingundry, hisrge hand patting Chen Men''s white shirt, smoothing it out.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His hand paused on the white shirt, as if hearing this for the first time: "What sterilization?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "The family nning policy. That year you called and told me personally not to sterilize Zhou Xueqin, but to sterilize you instead if needed. Now that Chen Men won''t do it, you should step up. Set an example for our vige," Su Chuncao said again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin and Yan Zhao didn''t have a good rtionship. She had lived in Salt Barrier Vige for a few days, saying everyone bullied her and she didn''t want to stay, wanting to go to the capital instead.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When she got to the capital, sheined that her father-inw and sister-inw bullied her, so she returned to her parents'' home.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At that time, to help Zhou Xueqin move, Yan Zhao had specially asked Su Chuncao to help her move.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But even though Zhou Xueqin lived with her parents, she was still considered a member of Salt Barrier Vige. In theory, under the family nning policy, she should have been sterilized. However, when Su Chuncao went to find Zhou Xueqin, she made Su Chuncao call Yan Zhao, yelling into the phone: "Yan Zhao, my being with you was all rape, pure rape. The child was also from rape. I won''t get sterilized. If anyone''s getting sterilized, it should be you."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao had Su Chuncao listen to the call, then said, "Wait until Ie back to get sterilized. Don''t sterilize Zhou Xueqin."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin grabbed the phone and said softly, "Yan Zhao, you''re so good. I''ll take good care of our child, thank you." One mention of sterilization, and rape could turn into "so good" - it shows how much women resented sterilization.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was also because of this that Salt Barrier Vige let Zhou Xueqin off. Otherwise, they would have sterilized her long ago.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A few days ago, Su Chuncao had been trying to persuade Chen Men to get sterilized, but she didn''t take the bait. So Su Chuncao came to find the "Cold King Yan."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Once, when Yan Zhao couldn''t find a partner in the army, Yan Yong had asked about their female elementary school ssmates. Su Chuncao had married early and missed the chance. There was one called Su Yuan, but she refused even when Yan Zhao''s mother personally proposed, saying he was too dark and fierce-looking.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But this "Cold King Yan" had a soft heart despite his tough exterior, and was actually very good to women.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Chuncao, can you gather the vige women? I''d like to say a few words about the sterilization issue," said Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just then, Chen Men came in with the children and saw Su Chuncao chatting cheerfully with Yan Zhao. She asked, "Chuncao, what''s going on?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Yan Zhao wants to get himself sterilized!" Su Chuncao stuck out her tongue. "Men, don''t think Yan Zhao is poor. You''ve found a good man."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Under the grand family nning policy, forget about women - what man would voluntarily get sterilized?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Su Chuncao had already gone to gather people. Chen Men felt like she''d been hit over the head.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The current policy was still okay in cities, but in rural areas, family nning was a one-size-fits-all policy - either sterilization or IUD insertion.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Sterilization directly took away your ability to have children, while IUDs had a chance of perforating the uterus.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, Yan Zhao worked at the police station. If he didn''t voluntarily get sterilized, who would dare to make trouble at his workce?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for her, she could just hide, right? Who could really force her onto the operating table?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    How did Yan Zhao suddenly decide to voluntarily sterilize himself? Was it like Zhou Xueqin said, that he was an unyielding golden shield when it came to following rules andws, making no exceptions even for himself?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Captain Yan, how did you suddenly decide to sterilize yourself? What''s going on?" Chen Men had to ask.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    No matter howw-abiding he was, he couldn''t be like this. This policy could only control people with official jobs. The nouveau riche and coal bosses had many children, who would upy more social resources in the future. This was an unequal treaty.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao surprisingly said, "If I voluntarily get sterilized, you should be happy, right?" Then he just stared at her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men almost jumped up, thinking, "Captain Yan, why would I be happy if you get sterilized?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It''s said that after men get sterilized, they''re likely to be impotent in that area.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Why would I be happy if you get sterilized?" Chen Men asked back.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "They say after a man gets sterilized, he bes impotent in that area. Then you won''t hurt anymore," Yan Zhao indeed said, proving he knew about it too.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men thought to herself, this man looks upright on the surface, but how can he blurt out such things so brazenly?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It made her heart race.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I don''t hurt that much now, and isn''t it normal anyway?" Chen Men wasn''t a shameless woman. In her two lifetimes, she had never discussed bedroom matters with anyone, but now she had to say such things.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Tofort a man who was ruthless and ck-hearted, yet actually quite cunning inside, while appearing simple and honest on the outside.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao smiled but didn''t say anything.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Even if you have to get sterilized for the policy, there are actually connections and ways around it. Why don''t I quietly find someone to pull some strings for you, and you can just go through the motions? How about that?" Chen Men tried saying.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Suggesting using connections to the iron-willed, impartial Captain Yan - she treaded lightly, afraid he might not only reject the favor but also give her a lecture.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao frowned again: "You can use connections for this too?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You probably won''t want to, but many people pay a few hundred yuan to bribe the doctor and it''s fine," Chen Men exined. "They make a small incision, get a certificate to take home, and just be careful about contraception afterwards."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was almost a social norm. If he lectured her for this, he''d deserve Zhou Xueqin cheating on him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao: "Now I know."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was a man who had been in the army for over a decade. After a long military career, he was slowly getting familiar with the rules of this new society. He would get angry hearing that only those who visited prostitutes could win, and he didn''t quite understand the various unspoken rules of society. Having been isted for too long, he was trying to integrate into this world that was no longer the ck-and-white of the Cultural Revolution era, but rather bizarre and varied.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "If you''re willing to use connections, I''ll go tell Chuncao not to call people, and we can just quietly get it done," Chen Men said, tempting Captain Yan to break the rules. But this was a necessary transgression, as it concerned her sexual happiness.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Su Chuncao is working so hard on family nning everywhere. Does she take money too?" Yan Zhao asked instead.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Actually, she didn''t. Su Chuncao was just a small health worker with family nning quotas to meet. If she didn''tplete them, she''d be criticized by her superiors. How could she possibly be taking bribes?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Rural family nning was so strict in the 1990s because of performance evaluations. Local governmentspeted to see who could sterilize more people, and that was considered glorious.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for the gray benefits, in this era, as long as a woman was pushed onto the operating table, everyone from the family nning office to the surgeon would open their pockets to take money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had just finished persuading Yan Zhao when Su Chuncao''s voice came over the loudspeaker outside: "All women in the brigade, gather in front of the Third Brigade health clinic. There''s a policy to be announced." It wasn''t just once, but repeated over and over.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Fortunately, she didn''t directly say Yan Zhao wanted to sterilize himself.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They had to go now. Chen Men needed to get Su Chuncao to suppress this matter. Otherwise, if it spread that Yan Zhao was voluntarily getting sterilized, given how the government operated these days, Chen Men feared that leaders from the Family nning Bureau woulde in person to observe Yan Zhao''s sterilization surgery. Then the doctor would definitely tie a knot in his vas deferens.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Let''s go. I''ll say a few words," Yan Zhao said, getting up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You can''t get sterilized," Chen Men pleaded earnestly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I won''t get sterilized," Yan Zhao suddenly lowered his head and looked at Chen Men. "But you have to promise me that starting tonight, you won''t go back to sleep on that kang bed. It''s too cold, you''ll catch a cold."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    How did this suddenly turn into a discussion about where she sleeps at night? Chen Men pretended not to hear.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although people weren''t very enthusiastic, when they heard the loudspeaker, they were willing to bring their small stools to join the crowd. Little Lang shouted loudly, "Sterilize! Let''s all get sterilized together!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang and Yuanyuan saw Little Lang carrying a small stool, so they also grabbed small stools and ran faster than the adults.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Who''s getting sterilized?" someone asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Another person said, "I heard it''s our vige''s ''King of Hell''."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Many people already knew privately, after all, news travels fast. More people kept arriving, and the vige health center weed its busiest day since its establishment.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And Su Chuncao hadn''t even given her public lecture yet.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "No way, even if you told me West Mountain was getting sterilized, I wouldn''t believe Yan Zhao would do it," someone was saying. Just then, Yan Zhao walked past him, and he immediately fell silent. A chill seemed to follow wherever Yan Zhao went.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When he stopped in front of the promotional posters at the health center, everyone stopped talking.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Most were women who were required to be sterilized under strict conditions by the family nning office, but who stubbornly refused to go through with it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It wasn''t that they wanted to have more children, they just wanted to keep their reproductive rights in their own hands.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    People had heard that a man wanted to get sterilized, which they found novel, so they came to watch themotion.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Chuncao,e read this. What does this sentence say?" Yan Zhao pointed to the "Current Regtions on Family nning Issued by the State Council" posted on the wall.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Su Chuncao hurried over and read where Yan Zhao was pointing: "...All couples meeting the above conditions must implement birth control measures."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What are birth control measures?" Yan Zhao asked Su Chuncao again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "IUDs, sterilization," Su Chuncao replied.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Condoms and birth control pills are also birth control measures. This is a regtion issued by the State Council, proving that the state only requires people to use birth control, not a one-size-fits-all approach of sterilizing women. I''m dering here that our couple will follow national regtions for birth control and absolutely won''t have more children, but we''ll use condoms and birth control pills. Men won''t be sterilized," Yan Zhao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A woman in the crowd gathered the courage to speak up: "Team Leader Yan, if Men doesn''t get sterilized, no one would daree to your house to force her. But if we don''t get sterilized, the family nning office wille to our homes and drag us away. You''re in public security - can we report this to the police?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    On one hand, people were hiding to avoid sterilization and secretly having children. On the other hand, the family nning teams were acting like bandits raiding homes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao looked at the woman and said, "Use the policies to protect your rights and do proper birth control. If family nning officials reallye to your home and assault you, report it immediately, and we''ll respond right away. But you can''t make a scene or hit people either. Whoever strikes first is who we''ll arrest."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The people who had beenughing and joking just moments ago suddenly fell silent.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After a while, some women started apuding sporadically.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As Yan Zhao made his way through the crowd, more people joined in the apuse.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Thew is set by the state, and State Council policies have never been one-size-fits-all. There are just some deviations in the implementation process.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As long as you obey thew, you can call the police to confront the family nning officials. But most people just want to take advantage and have more children, so they end up being bullied by the family nning office.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Su Chuncao was still standing there when suddenly Chen Men grabbed her ear: "You, Su Chuncao! Toplete your family nning quota, you tried to trick my husband into getting sterilized? Good thing my husband is smart."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Let me exin... never mind," Su Chuncao started to speak but then stopped herself, pulling away from Chen Men''s grasp.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If Yan Zhao hadn''t personally said on the phone that he would get sterilized when he returned, would Su Chuncao havee to their home?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At the time, after hanging up the phone, Zhou Xueqin hadined to Su Chuncao: "Just look at this. Yan Zhao is so stubborn. If he had any ambition or money, why would he need to get sterilized? Couldn''t he just pay some money to avoid it?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Rich people all pay off the family nning department and the surgeons to exempt their wives from sterilization, and still get an honorary que to hang at home.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao, a soldier on the battlefield of war and smoke, had no such ability and could only get himself sterilized.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin''s hatred, resentment, and disappointment had umted bit by bit like this.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Su Chuncao had sighed for Zhou Xueqin at the time, even feeling that Zhou Xueqin''s divorce was understandable. But now, she wanted Zhou Xueqin to see how Yan Zhao handled this matter.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Not only did he not let Men get sterilized, but his interpretation of the policy was also something Su Chuncao had never heard before.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had heard that Zhou Xueqin and her new man had made a lot of money outside the vige, and Zhou''s mother was bragging about her new son-inw''s capabilities at mahjong tables.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Su Chuncao felt that even if Zhou Xueqin''s new son-inw was good, Yan Zhao wasn''t bad either.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He might have less money, but at least he was upright and lived with dignity.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao had once voluntarily brought up getting sterilized, but to avoid leaving Men with any misgivings, she wouldn''t mention it. She would be the bad guy in this!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    On the way back, Yan Zhao repeated once more that she wasn''t allowed to leave tonight - it was too cold, and she could easily catch a cold running back and forth in the middle of the night.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But that night, Chen Men broke her promise. After being held down by Yan Zhao several times and getting up again, she still ran away with her pillow.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang was her get-out-of-jail-free card. She was always listening for Little Lang''s voice, ready to run at his first cry.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    To outsiders, Chen Men''s contract with Qinchuan Group seemed like dumb luck, and even other leaders at Qinchuan Group couldn''t say anything against it, since no one could connect her to Leader Ma.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men brought her manager Yan Bin, foreman Chen Degong, and supervisor Huang Zhengde to sign the contract. The four of them made quite an impressive professional team.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But other foremen looked at Chen Men as if she were a lucky fool.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was a big project, with the first payment being 30% upfront - 90,000 yuan for buying basic materials.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, in this era, as long as you were familiar with suppliers, you could get various construction materials on credit.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So Chen Men saved that 90,000 yuan, nning to invest it in the West Mountainpany when the time came.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Qinchuan Group only had a small crew start construction work this winter, with her older brother leading the experienced workers to work slowly. The main building construction wouldn''t start until spring of ''89, and the 30,000 yuan Chen Men had originally earned was enough to cover expenses.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This project could help her turn Yuanyuan''s two mines into safe mines where no one would die.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With those two mines, Yuanyuan wouldn''t have to struggle and toil for half her life like in her previous life.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had a dowry whose value she didn''t even know herself, and it was clean money too.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, to prevent Yan Xishan from ying tricks with the project, Chen Men hadn''t told him about this money yet.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan was busy with construction at the coal pit, asionallying to chat with Chen Men, telling her how much money Zhou Xueqin had made again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He said it was unconscionable of her to keep him cooped up in the mountains working on safety projects.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Chen Men, I''ve always looked down on that woman Zhou Xueqin, but as a woman, she''s a thousand times better than you," Yan Xishan said through gritted teeth, pointing at Chen Men''s nose.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just then, Little Wang and Yuanyuan came home from school. Little Wang hadn''t heard yet, but the sensible Yuanyuan pulled him away, turning to run.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Her annoying brother wasn''t the best student in school, but he was the most diligent, always eager to help teachers clean the ckboard and assist his ssmates. He was happy every day, but whenever he heard the name Zhou Xueqin, he became unhappy.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan knew this better than anyone, so whenever someone mentioned Zhou Xueqin, she would find a way to pull her brother far away so he wouldn''t hear.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even though they lived in the same vige.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The other reincarnated person, Zhou Xueqin, had never shown herself, remainingpletely unconnected to Chen Men like two parallel lines.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang was even closer to Chen Men than Yuanyuan. Little Wang would have been a very good child if not for some asional bad habits. Yuanyuan and Little Wang often quarreled but would reconcile without adult intervention.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men thought she would forever only hear news of Zhou Xueqin''s sudden wealth and witness Lu Jingyu be the new richest man ahead of schedule.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But just then, an unexpected piece of news arrived.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The phone rang in the middle of the night.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After a while, Yan Zhao came to knock on the window. Chen Men was holding onto her get-out-of-jail-free card: "Little Lang won''t let me leave. He cries as soon as I let go."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Zhou Xueqin has been stabbed. They say her life is in danger!" Yan Zhao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin, who was a thousand times stronger than Chen Men, had now sent news that she was on the brink of death.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 54

    Chen Men sat up and turned on the light, ncing at the clock. It read 4:44 AM - an eerily ominous time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Is she really about to die? Where is she?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang was clinging tightly to her in his sleep, and she had to gently pry his arms loose.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The little one had recently developed a habit of trying to warm his mother at night, feeling her body was cold. He would drape himself over her like a small heater.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The weather was bitterly cold, especially in their concrete house. Chen Men''s room was a bit better with the stove.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao''s room had no stove - he relied on his inner fortitude to get through winter. When he opened the door, a st of frigid air rushed in.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "She''s at the district hospital. They say she''s in surgery now," Yan Zhao said as he stoked the stove to get a fire going.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was currently the twelfth lunar month, just after New Year''s Day on the Western calendar. The Spring Festival would being soon.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin and Lu Jingyu had been busy all year trafficking in treasury bonds across provinces. Word was they''d made quite a profit.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But how had she suddenly ended up on death''s door?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men felt little sympathy - after all, Zhou Xueqin had chosen her own path.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She wondered what Yan Xishan''s reaction would be when he heard the news, given how envious and resentful he''d been of Zhou Xueqin''s newfound wealth. He''d never been stabbed himself, but Chen Men mused that he might actually wee it at this point.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The thought almost made herugh, but she held it back. Another time traveler was about to die, and she felt a pang of empathy. "Did she ask for the children toe see her?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "She said she wanted to see them. But what do you think - do you want them to go?" Yan Zhao asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As expected, Zhou Xueqin hadn''t bothered with the children when times were good. Now that death loomed, she suddenly wanted to see the two she''d given birth to.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Chen Men was their mother now, and Yan Zhao needed her approval.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Let''s go. They have to see her," Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just as she helped Lu Dabao and Lv Erniu pay respects to their birth mother each year, she knew this was important.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If she didn''t let the children see their dying birth mother, Little Wang and Little Lang would resent her for it when they grew up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan had also woken up, squinting at the light. She looked warily at Yan Zhao - while he was her father, in her young mind he never came into this bedroom at night. Timidly, she asked, "Daddy, is it morning already? You should go to work. Bye bye!" hoping he would leave.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Not yet," Yan Zhao replied.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men sat her daughter up and handed her some clothes. "There''s ady who''s sick - Little Lang and Little Wang''s mother. We''re going to visit her. Want toe along?" She couldn''t leave Yuanyuan home alone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As Chen Men dressed the children, Yan Zhao stepped out.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just as she finished, she heard Yan Zhao asking Little Wang, "Are you a big boy?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Yes," Little Wang mumbled sleepily, but sat up straight with his hands raised. "Daddy, are we doing push-ups?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    asionally doing push-ups wasn''t so bad, because it meant his father would sleep in his room that night.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang hadn''t had that privilege in a long time - his father always slept alone in another room now.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "If you''re a big boy, then no crying. I have some bad news to tell you," Yan Zhao said, trying to preemptively prevent tears.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But his words only frightened the child more.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was already cold with the stove out, and Little Wang''s thin shoulders began to tremble.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men pulled him close. "I need to tell you something. Your birth mother is very sick and in danger. We need to go to the hospital to see her. It''s okay if you cry, don''t be afraid."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang didn''t dare cry with his father watching.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin was his birth mother, and though she had hit him before, he''d forgotten the pain. He only remembered how she used to take him out, where he was often bullied by unsavory characters - having his head shoved between legs, being forced to eat snapped fingers, having his privates pinched. Little Wang had felt humiliated, but he didn''t hate Zhou Xueqin for it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even when he grew up and had the power to seek revenge, he would never do so against Zhou Xueqin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    To Little Wang, if his birth mother wanted a better life, he would choose to stay with his father and never bother her. He knew she didn''t love him, preferring money and other people''s children instead.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    To her, he was just an unwanted burden.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But now, should he cry or not?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Don''t cry," said one parent.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It''s okay to cry," said the other, the adults at odds.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Only Yuanyuan noticed something else: "Big brother forgot his gloves." She went back to her room to find them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    All the children had leather gloves they kept warm on the heated kang bed at night, so they''d be toasty in the morning for the walk to school.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang often forgot his gloves, so Yuanyuan always looked after them for him. She was more considerate in this way, and as she helped him put them on, she whispered, "It''s okay if you cry a little, big brother. I won''t tell anyone."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the frigid air, hands aching from cold, Yuanyuan clumsily helped him into the small gloves. Once on, both his hands were enveloped in warmth. She held his hand tightly in hers.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The district hospital was some distance away, so Yan Zhao urgently called their driver, Little Liu, toe pick them up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the car, Chen Men and Yan Zhao tacitly avoided discussing anything.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Only Little Lang, unused to being up so early, piped up from Chen Men''s arms: "Tie tubes, tie tubes!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was because the vige women had been arguing with family nning officials about tubal ligationtely, often calling the police to intervene.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It wasn''t just Yanguan Vige - women in many viges were refusing the procedure, and it was all anyone talked about on the streets.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang remained worried the whole trip, but not surprised.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    From a young age, seeing Zhou Xueqin run with a crowd that got into drunken brawls at restaurants and nightclubs, he thought it natural for her to meet with misfortune.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The child simply kept everything bottled up inside, never speaking of it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was also concerned about theing end of the school term. His teacher had praised Little Wang for his neat, tidy handwriting despite being a slow writer, and often held up his homework as an example.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The principal had met him once andplimented him, saying he was truly Yan Zhao''s son - it didn''t matter if he wasn''t the best at first, as long as he kept working hard he would catch up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Why did news of Zhou Xueqin have to intrude on his life now?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He didn''t wish for her death, but he disliked her disrupting his peaceful, happy existence.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He hoped never to hear any news of her again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But some things can''t be helped. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the district hospital. The smell of disinfectant permeated the empty, cold emergency corridor. Not a soul was in sight.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His father''s long legs carried him swiftly ahead. Little Lang was fine in his arms, but Little Wang and Yuanyuan struggled to keep up, running as fast as they could.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Suddenly, Chen Men stopped and called for Yan Zhao to wait: "Captain Yan, let''s have the children wait here while we check things out first."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If Zhou Xueqin truly was at death''s door, they needed to prepare the children mentally. The sight of someone near death could be terrifying.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao hadn''t considered this, but Little Wang quickly nodded: "I''ll listen to Mom."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He hesitated, not feeling ready to see Zhou Xueqin so soon.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Alright, you three wait here. We''ll go take a look first," Yan Zhao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As they entered the hallway, a tall, thin policeman ran up to them. "Captain Yan."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Ma Bo, what''s the situation? Have you gotten the details of the incident?" Yan Zhao asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The case had been reported to the Jindong Road police station, where Ma Bo happened to be on duty. He shook his head, saying: "Zhou Xueqin doesn''t want us investigating. She''s refusing to cooperate. We''ll have to question her more thoroughly once she''s out."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They were standing outside the operating room. Just then, a nurse called for Lu Jingyu toe help move the patient. They would being out any moment.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As Ma Bo finished speaking, the operating room doors swung open.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu pushed the gurney, with Zhou Xueqin lying on the bed, clutching a blood-stained handbag tightly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "We missed the liver by just 3 millimeters. You''re incredibly lucky, Xueqin," the doctor said, holding Zhou Xueqin''s hand as they walked. "We''ve stitched you up. After two days on an IV drip, you''ll be ready for discharge."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu kept nodding. "Thank you so much, Doctor. You saved my dearest. I simply must send you a banner of gratitude another day."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Saving lives is our duty. No need for that," the doctor said with a smile.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin had been stabbed on her way out to deposit money, near her home in Yanguan Vige.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Initial exams suggested her liver might have been pierced, and she thought she was dying. She had Lu Jingyu urgently pay 300 yuan to bring in the chief surgeon for the operation.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    For some reason, neither she nor Lu Jingyu had chosen to report the incident to the police.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The hospital had reported the case, but just before entering the operating room, she suddenly thought about what would happen if she died.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Despite her current struggles to earn money outside, if she were to die, she would give most of her money to her biological mother and brother, leaving some for Little Wang and Little Lang. Even if they were useless, even if Lu''s children might be big shots in the future, she wouldn''t give a penny to Lu''s children.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, this was just a thought when facing death. After all, she was a woman, and Little Wang and Little Lang came from her womb - they were flesh of her flesh.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But when she heard she was fine, her thinking changed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After all, besides her, no one knew that Little Wang wasn''t just aplete waste.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although he hadn''t studied much as a child, he could earn a lot of money just by running small businesses and ying the stock market as an adult. He might seem to always be in the hospital taking care of Little Lang, and his father might keep him in check to prevent him from breaking majorws.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But he would hire people to break his uncle''s legs, and cause his uncle''s children to be unable to find work.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Several of her former friends had been driven to bankruptcy by him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang was a white-eyed wolf who only knew how to harm others.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Director Wang, am I really okay?" She suddenly reached out to grab Lu Jingyu, saying, "Call the children here. Where''s Dabao? I ended up like this because of him."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She wanted Lu Dabao to see her current state, so that when he grew up to be a big shot, he would remember her kindness and be grateful to her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang had quietly sneaked over and heard his mother say this in the corridor. His footsteps faltered.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Standing there, with the brownish-yellow corridor light enveloping the child''s forehead, he stretched out his arms and pulled back the curious Yuanyuan and Little Lang, who also wanted to join in themotion, and retreated to the stairwell corner.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu, pushing the cart out, first saw a broad chest, then looked up to see a slightly dark, stern face.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Of course he recognized Yan Zhao. On the day Men entered the city, he had followed her on his motorcycle all the way to the station and personally saw her and Zhaodi leave with Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin saw Chen Men and Yan Zhao at the same time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Yan, Squad Leader Yan?" Lu Jingyu said with a smile, "I never thought we''d meet in such a situation."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He wanted to shake hands with Men, but Zhou Xueqin, with a guarded expression, pulled his other hand back.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She rolled her eyes from afar. If looks could skin a person, Yan Zhao''s skin would have beenpletely peeled off by Zhou Xueqin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Instead, when she saw Chen Men, she finally managed to squeeze out a smile.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin, who was usually domineering, didn''t dare to be overbearing in front of Men. This was someone she couldn''t afford to offend under any circumstances, because she was now the mother of Little Wang and Little Lang, two white-eyed wolves who depended on her to raise them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Men, you didn''t bring Little Wang and Little Lang, did you? I''m fine. Jingyu, you really shouldn''t have, I''m perfectly alright, why did you call Men?" Zhou Xueqin said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu was a bit stunned: Wasn''t she the one who told him to quickly call their two biological children?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Hurry and call Dabao, let him see me. Oh, I miss Dabao so much," Zhou Xueqin said with a long sigh.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men saw that Zhou Xueqin was fine and couldn''t be bothered to acknowledge the fawning smile on her face, let alone respond. She was preparing to leave.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was the middle of the night, and she had to drag the children out of their warm beds, only for it to be a false rm.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, at this moment, Yan Zhao stopped Chen Men and said, "Zhou Xueqin, since you''re fine, we should have a good talk, shouldn''t we?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao definitely wanted to rify the matter of the two children being mistreated.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yan Zhao''s tone was very calm, while Zhou Xueqin appeared extremely agitated. After all, it was the first time the ex-husband and ex-wife had met since the divorce. Zhou Xueqin, whose anesthesia hadn''t fully worn off, suddenly reached out and lifted her nket, exposing her bandaged waist: "Yan Zhao, are you disappointed that I didn''t die? Eight years of marriage, two sons, and you, a respected police officer, can''t wait for your former wife to die!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    These words caused many people in the hospital corridor to rub their eyes in disbelief.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu quickly grasped Zhou Xueqin''s hand: "Don''t get angry, don''t get agitated, it''ll be troublesome if the wound opens up."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The situation was a bit awkward, so Yan Zhao said to Chen Men: "You take the children down first and wait for me. I''ll ask a few more questions about the case and thene down."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin held Lu Jingyu''s hand, resting her head on the back of his hand, looking as if she was about to die from sorrow.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Judging by this scene alone, Yan Zhao might as well have had "Chen Shiming" (a notorious unfaithful husband in Chinese literature) written inrge characters on his forehead.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu and Zhou Xueqin''s hands were sped together, and of course, Lu Jingyu''s face-saving skills were unparalleled. One moment he was asking Zhou Xueqin if she was still in pain, where it hurt, the next moment asking if she felt ufortable anywhere, and then asking if she wanted water.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He kept tucking in her nket to prevent her from getting cold.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This kind of incessant chatter, like the character Tang Seng from "Journey to the West," waspletely different from Yan Zhao''s economy with words.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin gazed at Lu Jingyu, constantly saying thank you, you''re so kind, leaning her head against his chest, and asionally casting a vignt nce at Chen Men. After all, she had snatched this quality husband from Chen Men.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men found it extremely amusing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Could it be that Zhou Xueqin was still afraid she would snatch Lu Jingyu away?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was both aparison and a way to give Zhou Xueqin a peace of mind.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    For the safety of their family, Yan Zhao always deliberately kept his distance from her in public. Except when they were alone, she had never been too intimate with Yan Zhao either.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Reaching out to wrap her arm around Yan Zhao''s, Chen Men leaned against him and looked up at him with a smile.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao''s whole body stiffened, as they had never held hands in public before.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men nced at the dumbfounded couple across from them, then said softly to Yan Zhao, "You talk first, I''ll wait for you in the spicy soup shop outside."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Then she turned and left, feeling as if her back was on fire. When she looked back, Yan Zhao was watching her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Dumbfounded, right? She had helped him save face in front of his ex-wife.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His ex-wife had someone to care for her, and he had someone who loved him too.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Ma Bo, follow your sister-inw," Yan Zhao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even if Zhou Xueqin didn''t want to report the case, Yan Zhao would definitely investigate thoroughly after such an incident.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just as Yan Xishan''s file would affect Yuanyuan, Zhou Xueqin''s file would also affect Little Wang and Little Lang. If shemitted a crime, the future of the two children would be ruined.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Not to mention them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The spicy soup night snacks in Xiping City had been around since the early 1980s.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the cold, biting wind of the early morning, a bowl of hot meatball beef soup in the small shop, actually made with ordinary ingredients - potatoes, cabbage, carrots, with the soul being the beef meatballs. This spicy soup shop at the entrance of the district hospital only opened at one o''clock in the morning and closed at six o''clock the next morning. Chen Men had heard of it but had never tried it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had heard Yan Zhao mention that Ma Bo was apany-level cadre in their unit, and his family wasn''t originally from Xiping City, but after he came, his wife would probably transfer her household registration over as well.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The young man was very enthusiastic, just that his skin was too dark, even darker than Yan Zhao''s.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Sister-inw, one bowl each, or...?" Ma Bo asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan raised her hand: "My mom and I will share one bowl."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang raised his hand: "I want one bowl."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This heartless little fellow could eat three bowls if given the chance, his little belly now bulging like a small spider. As for Chen Men, she still hadn''t found a way to make him voluntarily lose weight. The weight loss relied entirely on her, as a stepmother, rationing the child''s food.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Therge pot for brewing the spicy soup was outside. They ordered four bowls, which Ma Bo couldn''t carry in by himself. It was too cold outside, and the soup would cool quickly if left for a while, so Chen Men went out to help him carry the spicy soup.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As a result, Ma Bo looked at Chen Men and said with a half-smile: "Sister-inw, you really haven''t changed at all since you were eighteen."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Last time, there were two people who said they had seen her photo from when she was eighteen. Howe Ma Bo was saying the same thing?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Where did you see it? Where''s my photo now?" Chen Men asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Where exactly had the photo she once sent to the army unit ended up? All these young men seemed to want to say something but held back.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Afraid that Captain Yan might deal with us, can''t say," Ma Bo said with a smile.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It''s just saying that I thought the men in your army unit had dark skin, what''s there to deal with?" Chen Men knew what it was about.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When Ma Bo heard this, he felt that Chen Men had misunderstood, and quickly said, "The main issue was that Xiong Dapao couldn''t ept it when he found out. His family background is quite good, and he has the fairest skin in our unit. He had even written home asking his family to prepare the rings. He insisted on taking leave to go home and find out why others were willing to meet in person, but his match refused because she thought he was too dark. In the end, there was a big argument, and Captain Yan disciplined him. Your photo was also confiscated by Captain Yan. After that, we weren''t allowed to mention your photo anymore."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    While other femalerades'' photos were only seen by their soldier boyfriends, Chen Men''s photo had been seen by all the young men in the unit because of Xiong Dapao''s outburst.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Everyone was curious about who eventually married the woman who thought even Xiong Dapao was too dark.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    To everyone''s surprise, after being discharged, they discovered that Chen Men had be Captain Yan''s wife.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao was several shades darker than Xiong Dapao!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men didn''t want to hear any more.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Xiong Dapao - just hearing the name was enough for her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ma Bo went in first with two bowls of meatball soup,rge bowls with plenty of broth. Chen Men only dared to carry one bowl. Just as she was about to enter, she saw Little Wanging out.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Come on, let''s go in and eat some meatball soup," Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang stood motionless. In the early morning street, only the meatball soup vendor was tending to his steaming pot. The skinny little boy tilted his head up, his eyes brimming with tears.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "The meatball soup is nice and hot. Yuanyuan and I can''t eat too many meatballs. How about I give you three?" Chen Men said, bending down.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang looked up at the sky to keep his tears from falling: "Once when Yuanyuan ate eight dumplings, you kissed her eight times."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Such a big child now, surely he couldn''t be wanting her to kiss him too?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang was the skinniest in their ss, though not particrly short. His skin wasn''t as fair as Little Lang''s. He had big eyes and a pointed chin. Looking at him, Chen Men was always reminded of a movie character, Fang Qiangqiang from "Little Red Flowers."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Quiet, timid, but with a streak of stubbornness.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men bent down: "Three meatballs, so I''ll give you three kisses, okay? Come on, let''s go eat meatballs."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang didn''t dodge, and even raised both his hands as if he''d been electrified.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She kissed him a few times on his forehead and his "silly little head." As she turned to leave, Little Wang suddenly lunged forward and hugged her from behind.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Mom," Little Wang tried calling out. Seeing that Chen Men didn''t object, he said softly, "Will you be my mom from now on? And be my mom forever, okay?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I''m really good at making money. When I earn money, I''ll give it all to you in the future," the child added.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang had never indulged in fantasies, nor did he ever expect to gain anything from Zhou Xueqin. But in the moment when Chen Men protected him, not letting him go upstairs until he was ready, he suddenly understood. This is what a mother is. Even if she didn''t give birth to him, she was willing to protect him. And isn''t that what a mother does - protect her child when they''re young, and then be protected by them when they grow up?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was willing to love this mother for a lifetime. He would give her all the money he treasured most.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Regardless of whether she truly loved him in her heart.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 55

    In his previous life, Little Lang could have lived on, but Yan Zhao''s sry wasn''t enough. Although hospital stays could be reimbursed, imported special drugs were expensive, and it was all up to Little Wang to earn money to support his brother.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, Zhou Xueqin also hadints about this. Like Lu Jingyu, she liked to make investments. When Little Wang earned money, she always thought that if he gave it to her, she could earn more, but Little Wang wouldn''t give her a penny.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So they became enemies, and Zhou Xueqin stabbed him with an awl, forcing him to give her money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But now this child wants to earn money and give it to her?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, Chen Men didn''t like investing, nor did she want to exchange her cheap stepmother''s love for money. Instead, she hoped this child would focus on studying.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Can you earn more than Yuanyuan''s father?" She needed to educate this little one.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although Chen Men couldn''t touch the money from Xishan Company, and Yuanyuan could only control it after turning eighteen, because they were constantly installing production lines, with adults discussing business deals worth hundreds of thousands, Yan Xishan seemed to be rolling in money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang boasted confidently, "He''s just older than me. When I grow up, I can do the same."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Then do you know why Yuanyuan''s father can earn so much money?" Chen Men asked again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang replied matter-of-factly, "He knows how to drink andwork. I can do that too."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "That''s because other coal bosses haven''t been educated, but he has. Don''t think he only knows how to drink andwork. He was Teacher Huang''s most outstanding student," Chen Men corrected.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Compared to other coal bosses, Yan Xishan''s advantage was that he had received an education as a child. With Teacher Huang''s earnest teachings, he had a broader perspective.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "But he doesn''t study now, isn''t he drunk every day?" Little Wang countered.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had to tell a little lie, "He just doesn''t read during the day. He still reads every night when hees home. If you want to call me mom, you need to study first. Don''t think about making money."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang reluctantly mumbled, "Okay, mom."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was obedient in front of Chen Men, but once he saw Yuanyuan and Little Lang, he became the big brother again, insisting on tugging Yuanyuan''s braid.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan was trying hard to eat a meatball because her mom would kiss her after she finished. She didn''t want to eat anymore after her brother tugged her hair, so she fed it to Little Wang, "Brother, I really dislike you."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Little Wang didn''t mind. He liked eating little meatballs and he liked Yuanyuan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao came back, and Ma Bo quickly ordered a bowl of meatball soup for him too, adding extra meatballs. Then he looked at Yan Zhao and smiled, kept smiling.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Take the fingerprints found on Zhou Xueqin''s bag back to the station. Check if those who robbed her have criminal records. If they do, arrest them. If not, file a report. This case must be thoroughly investigated," Yan Zhao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ma Bo saluted and left.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With the children present, they couldn''t discuss these matters, so Chen Men didn''t ask.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But as Yan Zhao was about to leave, Chen Men blurted out, "Will youe back early tonight?" She wanted to know what was really going on with Zhou Xueqin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Are you sure?" Yan Zhao suddenly asked back.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men''s face reddened. When Yan Zhao came backte, he usually didn''t disturb her. But if he came back early, who knew what might happen. The man she married currently had a trajectory that was still on the rise, with no signs of falling.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But it had been exactly four months since they started sleeping in the same bed, and although he always said it would be just once, the duration kept getting longer.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Let''s go, we''re going home," Chen Men patted Little Wang, "Your mom is calling you home." From today on, she officially became this child''s mom.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Okay, mom. Goodbye, dad. Remember to eat lunch and drink water," Yuanyuan reminded Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang looked back at his dad. After all, Zhou Xueqin was his birth mother, and the child still wanted to ask more, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Yan Zhao said, "For every extra word, you''ll do horse stance for ten more minutes tonight."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Mom, don''t you think my ck dad is annoying?" On the way home, Little Wang suddenly asked Chen Men quietly. After a moment, he added, "Compared to him, Yuanyuan''s dad is much better."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan had grown out his hair and recently restrained himself. He no longer wore shy clothes, but instead donned a white shirt and ck suit with a pair of big leather shoes. When he grinned, he looked even more like Fei Xiang than the real Fei Xiang on TV.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, Chen Men didn''t allow him to enter the vige, so topete with Yan Zhao for the children''s affection, he would often "identally" encounter the kids on the road and give them candy.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The children indeed liked him more.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Don''t you dare say such things," Chen Men eximed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "But it''s true. Yuanyuan''s dad is rich and likes to smile. When I grow up, I want to be that kind of person," Little Wang argued with Chen Men.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men thought to herself, if Yan Zhao heard this, wouldn''t he be furious?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Education, this little rascal stillcked education.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    From that day on, to prevent Yan Xishan from further corrupting Little Wang, Chen Men set a rule: he wasn''t allowed to see the children casually, otherwise she wouldn''t pay for Xishan Company''s machinery instation fees. For the sake of money, Yan Xishan finally behaved himself and didn''t dare to bother the children easily anymore.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Regarding coal mine safety production, Chen Men had entrusted a Shanghai coal machinerypany to handle it. It was a big business deal worth hundreds of thousands. Today, an interim payment was due, and the instation manager Liu Hao came to visit. He not only brought two brand new pagers for Chen Men but also gifts for the children.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This kind of reciprocity wasmon in business, so Chen Men epted it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "There''s also the circr coal washing line. Sister Men, Yan Xishan says it''spletely unnecessary. Are you sure you want to install it?" Liu Hao asked Chen Men after counting the money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Install it. We must install it," Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If a coal mine doesn''t install circr coal washing, a coal yard would pollute the entire area''s groundwater, making the ce barren, and local residents would develop all sorts of strange diseases. So in Chen Men''s view, this was absolutely necessary, and it had to be installed properly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Liu Hao, as the contractor, thought Chen Men was being a bit foolish.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After coal is extracted, it should theoretically go through a coal washing process. Unwashed coal only has abustion rate of about 60% and is particrly prone to spontaneousbustion during transportation. Washed coal, on the other hand, is stable during transport and has abustion rate as high as 90%. Originally, all coal should be washed before transportation.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, the current demand for coal was so high that people were scrambling for any coal they could get, so coal bosses skipped the washing process.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Other coal bosses were already gathering truck fleets to head south, while Chen Men was still dying for several months to install the coal washing line. Yan Xishan cursed in anger, and after hearing that Zhou Xueqin had been stabbed, he clutched his stomach and sighed, "Why doesn''t someone stab me once, so I can die in peace?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Liu Hao, being on the profit-making side, couldn''t help butment that if Chen Men continued like this, Xishan Company would eventually go bankrupt.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for Chen Men, she was overjoyed with her two new pagers.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In her previous life at this time, she had envied others who had pagers. Once when she wanted one, Lu Jingyu almostughed his head off, "A woman with a pager? Men, do you know what men hate most about women? It''s women who wear pagers, like female hooligans."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In this life, she was going to be a female hooligan and wear a pager.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    While the children were still at school, she first wrote the pager numbers on small cards, then went to the construction site to distribute the numbers to Yan Bin, Chen Degong, and the people from Qinchuan Group''s engineering department. She had a quick lunch from themunal pot at the construction site, stayed until five in the afternoon, and then had to go pick up Little Lang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Gong xia mi, my rtive, pi dian ai shang ni," Little Lang kept repeating this phrase on the way home.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men felt the tune was familiar but couldn''t quite remember what song it was.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just as she was about to ask the child, she saw Zhou Xueqin sitting in a three-wheeled vehicle, being held by Lu Jingyu. She was covering her stomach with both hands, looking both pained and sad. Lu Jingyu was hugging her with a grin, saying something to her, and she nodded as she listened, bouncing along with the vehicle, her expression both painful and sad.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The three-wheeler shed past Chen Men, and Zhou Xueqin''s painful groans were audible even over the engine noise, indicating how much pain she was in.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, hadn''t they made a lot of money? Lu Jingyu couldn''t even afford to hire a car for Zhou Xueqin and was taking her home in a three-wheeler?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    For several days in a row, Yan Zhao had beening home in the early hours of the morning. Today was Saturday, and he came home early.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As soon as Chen Men entered the house, she heard the sound of an electric drill. Under the eaves were tworge air conditioners. Air conditioners were not easy to buy these days, and these models were even dual-frequency.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Is Yan Zhao installing air conditioning at home?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Where did he get the money? Could it be that Zhou Xueqin gave living expenses to the two children?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even after being stabbed, she still cares about Lu Dabao. Zhou Xueqin is a much more dutiful stepmother than Chen Men. Chen Men felt quite emotional, thinking to herself that at least Zhou Xueqin hadn''t made Little Lang endorse paint in this lifetime. She had gone through thick and thin with Lu Jingyu, and even when earning money, she didn''t forget her two biological sons. That was not bad at all.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But as soon as she entered the door, she heard Yan Zhao say: "The rewards for my two second-ss merits havee through. I bought two air conditioners. Here, give me that screwdriver."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was drilling holes in the wall to install the air conditioners.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So the air conditioners had nothing to do with Zhou Xueqin; Yan Zhao had bought them himself.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What''s really going on with Zhou Xueqin?" Chen Men asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Since she hadn''t died and had even made a lot of money, Chen Men definitely wanted to know what was really going on with her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao lifted the air conditioner with one shoulder while screwing it in: "She said they were partnering with a group of people to specte on government bonds. Everyone followed her advice on buying, but she would take a 10% cut of all the profits. So at the end of the year when they settled ounts, she took a 50,000 yuan share from the 500,000 yuan profit. The two of them thought that money was a sure thing, but those people secretly sent someone to wait outside the First Squadron. When Zhou Xueqin was alone, they ambushed her on the way and demanded that 50,000 yuan. Zhou Xueqin refused to give it up, and in the end, she was stabbed once, and the money was taken away. Moreover, they warned Zhou Xueqin that if she dared to advise others on government bonds again, they would take her life!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Then why didn''t you report it to the police at the time? What about the money? Did you help her get it back?" Chen Men asked again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao had finished tightening the screws and tested that the air conditioner was stable. He continued: "Zhou Xueqin doesn''t dare to specte on government bonds anymore; she''s switched to coal. She''s already contacted a group of coal bosses and says she''s about to head south to trade coal. She''s afraid the coal bosses will find out she''s tangled with the triads and won''t take her along, so she wants to keep the matter quiet."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was a case of criminals robbing criminals. The other party knew where her base was, and to save her life, she didn''t dare report it to the police or specte on government bonds anymore. However, she could still trade coal. After all, coal was more profitable in this era.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Is her body really alright? I saw her injury was quite severe. She''s not leaving today, is she?" Chen Men asked again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao spat out a few words: "She''s fine. Lu Jingyu said he likes seeing her act tough. She got out of the hospital bed and walked out on her own."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Of course, Lu Jingyu naturally liked strong-willed and prosperous women who could both make money and endure hardships.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His deceased ex-wife had fallen ill from doing farm work during her postpartum period and had worked herself to death.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just as Chen Men was about to speak, a song suddenly rang out from outside the window: "Gong xia mi, wo ai wa, guo zha ai xie xing." (A phic rendition of a Hokkien song)<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    That was Little Wang''s voice. Howe he was singing this too?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    sses ended early on Saturday, and Little Wang and Yuanyuan had been outside the window just now. Hearing that their birth mother was fine, Little Wang could even sing out loud.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As soon as he entered, he rushed to take out the garbage, his bottom swaying as he sang and danced. The garbage bin was too full and spilled a bit. Yuanyuan helped him sweep up the garbage behind him, singing in harmony: "Gong xia mi, wo qin qi, qian qian man man li." (Another line of the Hokkien song)<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao frowned at Chen Men: "Do these kids want to eat dried shrimp?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Because Yuanyuan''s tune was correct, Chen Men suddenly remembered that this was a Hokkien song called "Love''s Deceiver." She couldn''t help butugh: "I guess so. Let''s make some seaweed soup tonight and put extra dried shrimp in it for them."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Turning to see Little Wange in, she asked him: "Do you want to eat seaweed soup tonight?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Why eat seaweed soup? There''s no meat in it," Little Wang said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "But there''s dried shrimp, right? Let''s eat dried shrimp, and you guys stop singing about shrimp, okay?" Chen Men asked in return.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She really couldn''t stand the children singing songs like "Love''s Deceiver." It gave her goosebumps all over.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yuanyuan said: "Mom, let''s make sweet noodle soup and fry two eggs. Add a spring onion too. The final exams areing up soon, and I want to get two 100s."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    One should be like Yuanyuan, both studying hard and dreaming big.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men took out some money and said: "Let''s skip the spring onion and get some fried dough twists instead. Noodle soup with crispy fried dough twists and two fried eggs. You two go buy us some fried dough twists."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Crispy fried dough twists with noodle soup is a perfectbination.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The two older children took the money and rushed out to buy fried dough twists.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao installed one air conditioner in Men''s room and another in Little Wang''s room. From now on, they wouldn''t have to get up every night to add coal.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He moved one stove to the kitchen and the other to his own room.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After dinner, when it was time to sleep, Chen Men was just about to call the children together to open their gifts when Yan Zhao suddenly called out: "...Lan."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Howe he suddenly called her Lan today? Wasn''t he afraid the children would feel ufortable hearing him call her that?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men went over. In the tidy room, Yan Zhao looked up and reached out to feel the warm air blowing from the air conditioner: "We''re not missing any major appliances at home now, right?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Speaking of major appliances, they weren''tcking anything to begin with. Their family was the most well-off in Yanguan Vige.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "We''re not missing anything. Our family has everything now," Chen Men felt extremely satisfied. The air conditioners were an especially unexpected delight.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Don''t do construction work anymore. I''ve submitted a report to the leadership. You graduated from a polytechnic, so your education is decent. They can arrange for you to work at Ximei Furniture Factory as an office worker. How about that?" Yan Zhao suddenly said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ximei Furniture Factory''s spring mattresses were selling well recently, but as a state-owned enterprise, they couldn''t maintain quality after the mattresses became popr. Not only did Chen Men''s mattress squeak, but many people were alsoining about the poor quality. In her previous life, Ximei eventually went bankrupt, and all the workers wereid off. If Chen Men went there now, wouldn''t she just be waiting to beid off after a while?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, Yan Zhao had never inquired about her construction contracting business before. Why did he suddenly ask today?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A thought shed through Men''s mind, and she suddenly understood: "Did Zhou Xueqin say something to you?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Not many people in the vige knew about her construction work. After all, everyone was busy with their own affairs, and Chen Men didn''t go around boasting about how much she earned like other contractors.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yan Bin''s family was in the First Squadron, neighbors with Zhou Xueqin. If Zhou Xueqin asked, Yan Bin would definitely tell her, and might even exaggerate, saying how well Men was doing now.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin''s little scheme was to have her take good care of her son.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But that woman was too despicable, upying Yan Zhao''s courtyard and turning it into a pigsty.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She herself was running around making big money, while Men only did small construction projects. Could she be jealous?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao was quite frank about this, saying: "It wasn''t Zhou Xueqin. She left for the south this afternoon. It was Lu Jingyu. He told me that you''re not partnering with your older brother and Yan Dawei, but running construction projects on your own, and you''re the one with the main responsibility... Lan, even men can''t do well in the construction industry, let alone a woman."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yes, Yan Zhao had always known that Chen Men was involved in construction projects, but he thought the main operators were Yan Dawei and Chen Degong.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It wasn''t until today, when Lu Jingyu went to the police station to close Zhou Xueqin''s stabbing case and proactively chatted with him, ''kindly'' advising Yan Zhao, that he learned his wife was so ambitious, already a small contractor handling 300,000 yuan projects.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "So, what did Lu Jingyu say?" Chen Men asked, unable to suppress her anger.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "He said your two viges are just separated by a river, that you were old acquaintances since childhood, and had once... He said he knows you very well, that as a woman you''re not suited for construction work, and he''s afraid you''ll be taken advantage of," Yan Zhao said briefly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was shaking with anger, but not at Yan Zhao. After all, Yan Zhao hadn''t opened his mouth and said, like other men might, "What does a woman know? Stay at home." He had even seriously considered finding her a job.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She and Yan Zhao were still a couple. They could discuss things, and even if they argued, they could make up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    What business did that ugly Lu Jingyu have butting in?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "She''s just an ordinary in Jane..."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "She''s not on the same level as me, but she''s an extremely kind person." Even now, Chen Men hadn''t forgotten those words from her previous life.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It wasn''t until muchter that Yuanyuan had once vaguely asked Chen Men: "Mom, do you think Dad is PUA-ing you?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men looked up some information online and realized that Lu Jingyu was indeed a textbook PUA man.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    By rights, Chen Men should be trying to persuade Yan Zhao now. She was confident she could convince him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, Liu Hao from the coal machinery factory had given gifts to the children. Chen Men was afraid of influencing them during the week, so she didn''t dare to open them. Tomorrow was the weekend, so today she had to unwrap the gifts for the children. After that, she nned to discuss the construction project with Yan Zhao. After all, she wasn''t working alone. The family of the birth control team leader had so many children that needed her to do the project to support them. Almost all the migrant workers were in the same situation as the birth control team leader.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Not everyone was a good person, but their children all needed to eat.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men dared to beat her chest and say that she would be the only contractor in Xiping City who wouldn''t owe wages to migrant workers.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If those people didn''t work with her and worked for others, they basically wouldn''t get paid in this era.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    On the kang bed, three little kids sat in a row, watching Chen Men open the cardboard box.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was just like opening a blind box, and Chen Men''s heart was also particrly excited.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She first took out a box with Doraemon printed on the packaging and asked, "Who wants this?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang immediately reached out: "Me!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This child loved topete and grab things. If applied to studying, it would be a good habit, but in family interactions, even though he was the youngest, it wouldn''t be good if he didn''t learn to be considerate in the long run. So actually, this box was the smallest.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Then Chen Men took out another one, which was in stic packaging. Inside was a big pink rabbit with a bow on its head, but the texture was a bit rough, the eyeballs were too ck, and it looked a bit fierce.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Give it to me, Mom." Yuanyuan took it: "This one looks like Dad. I like it."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It really does look like Dad," Little Lang said in surprise.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The cute yet fierce-looking rabbit did resemble Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Then there was thest one, a pink teddy bear, which was also the biggest. It wore a bow and was a girl''s toy. Little Wang didn''t really want it; he preferred the Doraemon, but that had already been given to his younger brother.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What''s so fun about these things? If I don''t study and just focus on making big money, I could buy them better toys," he said, hugging the pink bear.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This guy was just like Yan Xishan, also getting restless and eager because he heard Zhou Xueqin had made a lot of money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But although heined, he hugged the pink bear tightly when sleeping. As Chen Men was turning off the lights, he suddenly said, "Mom, don''t envy that woman. When I make money in the future, I''ll buy you a big house to live in. Whatever she has, I promise you''ll have too." That woman, of course, was Zhou Xueqin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Education couldn''t stop. This naughty child didn''t understand yet that without studying, he could only earn small money. Only by studying could he earn big money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Alright," Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After putting the three children to sleep, Chen Men turned on all the air conditioners and listened carefully in the yard. Finding that the electricity for the whole vige hadn''t been used up by their family, she finally hugged her pillow and tiptoed to find Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yan Zhao, who never locked his door, had actually locked it today?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Unable to push it open, she knocked twice. Chen Men got a bit angry: "Yan Zhao, why did you lock the door?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the cold weather, hugging a pillow and standing outside knocking on a man''s door, was there anyone else like her?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    There were nging sounds from the bedroom, even the jar in the corner made a muffled sound when hit. With a bang, the door opened, and Yan Zhao stood in the doorway: "Weren''t you angry just now?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When mentioning the project earlier, her face had changed color with anger, turning pale.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What does being angry have to do with going to bed?" Chen Men threw her pillow onto the bed and asked back.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao didn''t say anything, but he closed his book and put it far away, ced Chen Men''s pillow neatly next to his, and lifted the quilt to wrap her up entirely.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    What did being angry have to do with going to bed?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men still needed to exin the project situation to Yan Zhao properly. After all, although there were plenty of men, finding one who didn''t favor boys over girls, didn''t engage in PUA, and was willing to do housework was inexplicably difficult.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And here he was, locking the door.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 56

    For Yan Zhao, anger and sex were certainly rted, considering he once had the experience of being used of rape after the act.


    Chen Men''s earlier displeasure was evident on her face. Since she didn''t exin at the time, he naturally assumed she wouldn''te over tonight, otherwise he wouldn''t have locked the door.


    But that was all in the past, so there was no need to bring it up.


    The woman was only wearing a thin sweater and was terribly cold, shivering even wrapped in a nket. Yan Zhao took off his undershirt and held her close to warm her up.


    ...


    Afterwards, Chen Men got up and first gave Yan Zhao a pager. The phone was now installed on this side. She picked up the phone, dialed 126, and when the operator answered, she said, "Please call 1168." After hanging up, the pager in Yan Zhao''s hand had already buzzed, disying their home phone number on its narrow screen.


    "So this is a pager?" Yan Zhao''s eyes were full of caution and a hint of wariness. "I heard these things cost over 2,000 yuan. Who gave it to you?"


    Chen Men, holding her own pager, continued to show off: "Someone gave it to me because of the project. Don''t worry, it''s clean."


    They had just finished having sex, but there wasn''t a trace of warmth on this man''s face. He truly resembled the golden shield on his shoulder, his face full of vignce.


    So Chen Men took out her notebook from the drawer.


    She had a habit of keeping ounts, from her first few trades in government bonds to Dongfang Group and Qinchuan Group. Every transaction, in and out, was carefully recorded.


    Moreover, Yan Zhao''s biggest concern should be that contractors usually have to go out to entertain clients, drink, and sing karaoke, but this was actually a misconception.


    Dealing with the client and the design team requires someone who understands the ways of the world, enjoys drinking, and has a bit of social standing. Give them a title like manager.


    This job, paying Yan Bin a thousand yuan a month all-inclusive, he''d jump at the chance, after all, he likes going out and socializing.


    On the construction site, there''s Chen Degong, who can take care of everything from bringing in materials to supervising workers. He''s called a supervisor or foreman. In his previous life, Chen Degong was Lu Jingyu''s foreman, and he never gave Lu Jingyu a moment''s worry in this aspect.


    So Chen Degong is very reliable. It can be said that without Chen Degong, Chen Men couldn''t be a contractor.


    And the client, which is the head of Qinchuan Group, is who Chen Men needs to socialize with.


    She just needs to win over Mrs. Ma, which is like capturing the king to win the game. One word from her canmand the entire situation.


    She''s not greedy either. She''ll take on one project at a time, win over Mrs. Ma first, then move on to the next leader.


    Being a contractor doesn''t require clocking in and out every day, and she can still take care of the children. What''s wrong with that?


    "The construction industry is veryplicated," Yan Zhao said after listening to Chen Men''s long exnation and closing her ount book.


    This was after sex, when men are usually most agreeable. Chen Men said softly, "Then how about I report every transaction to you first in the future?"


    "Including the bribes, kickbacks, and favors you give to people?" Yan Zhao raised an eyebrow.


    Just because he didn''t find any favors in the ounts doesn''t mean they don''t exist.


    Yan Zhao wasn''t stupid. Although bribes and favors are typically a willing exchange between two parties, and unless the government investigates, no one would report it, bribery is still illegal!


    Little Lang was whimpering on the other side, not because he needed to pee, but probably because he found Chen Men missing in the middle of the night and was deliberately making noise.


    Chen Men had to go back to her side. She sat up and started getting dressed. "Well, let''s try it then, see if you can find any ws in my work."


    At least for the Qinchuan Group project, she didn''t need to give anyone kickbacks. For future projects, she''d take it one step at a time. She had already lived an extra lifetime, surely she could handle these things.


    "Lie down. I don''t have high demands in that area, once a day at most. I won''t touch you again," Yan Zhao suddenly reached out, pulled Chen Men back down, and moved aside a bit.


    Although it was spring, tonight there was rain and snow outside, and it was particrly cold. Chen Men would catch a cold if she went out.


    But Yan Zhao''s way of asking her to stay made Chen Men very ufortable. He had never actively hugged her before. If he had just reached out and held her, yed coy, or said something nice, she would have stayed willingly.


    But he didn''t. He had to say it in such a harsh way.


    "Little Lang is crying," Chen Men said.


    In her heart, she thought: Can''t you not lie so far away? Communication isn''t just for that moment. Shouldn''t there be some affection between husband and wife?


    "Let him cry," Yan Zhao said coldly. "He''ll naturally stop when he''s cried enough." Hey far away, motionless, making one want to hit him.


    Sure enough, after crying for a while and not getting his mother''s attention, Little Lang really did stop.


    Yan Zhao didn''t make a sound anymore, which seemed like permission. Chen Men boldly tugged at the man''s ear, which was soft and burning hot.


    Yan Zhao probably didn''t expect Men to pinch his ear. His whole body stiffened, and he instinctively grabbed her hand. His eyes were full of sternness: "You can do the project, but you absolutely cannot cross policy red lines or break thew."


    Although that was the principle, Chen Men still felt a bit ufortable. She withdrew her hand that had been rebuffed in her attempt to caress him, and asked Yan Zhao in a low voice, "Captain Yan, do you know whates after ''a dog biting a dumbbell''?"


    Yan Zhao thought for a moment: "A hard mouth?"


    Chen Men nodded: "Yes, a hard mouth." His mouth was indeed hard, stubbornly hard.


    Although even if Yan Zhao strongly opposed, Chen Men would stillplete the Qinchuan Group project with quality and quantity, but since Yan Zhao didn''t object, she could now spread her wings. If not to make a big ssh, at least she could save some money for herself.


    In the midst of the wealth boom of the 1990s, if not risking everything like Zhou Xueqin to ride the waves, at least she could save up some nest egg for a morefortable life in the future.


    Of course, at first, she thought Lu Jingyu was just angry because she had rejected him before, and wanted to intentionally badmouth her in front of Yan Zhao. She thought she just needed to exin things to Yan Zhao and it would be fine.


    But early the next morning, Chen Men felt that it might not be that simple.


    That guy Lu Jingyu was like a stye in her eye. Chen Men tried hard not to pay attention to him, but he kept appearing in her life.


    Today was the weekend, and it was raining and snowing. The children were all ying on the kang bed, singing "Gongxiami" together.


    Yuanyuan and Little Wang worked well together. Little Lang didn''t know many of the lyrics and couldn''t join in, so he kept drinking water from his cup, asionally kissing his little Doraemon rm clock, pouting with a resentful look on his face.


    Because exams wereing up, the two older ones had to study hard. Chen Men ordered them to practice writing and review their lessons.


    But as soon as the two older ones started writing, Little Lang would sing a line: "Gongxiami..." Yuanyuan would immediately respond: "My rtive."


    He might not be good at singing, but he was great at causing trouble.


    Chen Men had to go to the construction site, so she took Little Lang, the biggest troublemaker, with her. She put a fur hat and gloves on him, and for going out, she had urgently bought him a pair of green little rain boots. As they walked down the street, the little one jumped and hopped ahead, leaping into every puddle he saw.


    Suddenly he stopped: "Mommy hasn''t hit me in a long time."


    "You little rascal, when has mommy ever hit you?" Raising a child to be more wronged than Dou E, Chen Men felt so unfortunate.


    Little Lang jumped again: "It was snowing, daddy didn''t send money, and mommy kicked Little Lang into a snow pit!"


    Chen Men thought to herself, that was your birth mother. This stepmother doesn''t rely on your father to make money, we have a new way to make big money.


    Children under three don''t have fully formed memories, so he probably just suddenly remembered because of the rain and snow.


    After he turns four, he probably won''t remember these things anymore.


    Going out meant taking the bus and transferring twice. Holding a soft, fluffy bundle, Chen Men didn''t feel cold, but she sincerely felt that as a contractor, once she earned a bit more money, she should buy a car to drive.


    When they arrived at the construction site, they first saw Jinbao, who was using a small cart to move bags of cement. Only thirteen years old, he was tall and strong like Chen Degong, very sturdy. Rural schools have early holidays, so he hade to help with work after school let out.


    "No one else is working today, so you shouldn''t either. Go back to the work shed and rest," Chen Men said, touching the boy''s frozen ears.


    Jinbao said, "My dad says if snow seeps into the cement, it''ll be ruined. If others aren''t working, I have to. This is our own job."


    That''s true, his father was relying on this project to save up tuition for him and his two sisters.


    "Let''s go inside first," Chen Men picked up Little Lang. "y with Little Lang for a while. Little Lang, say hello to your big brother."


    In Jinbao''s memory, Little Lang was always in tattered clothes, fiercely biting people. But now Little Lang wore a big cotton coat, had fair skin, and looked adorably chubby.


    "Oh, aunt, this child doesn''t bite anymore," Jinbao said in surprise, after testing with his finger and finding that Little Lang actually licked him.


    As cousins, they naturally had an affectionate bond. Little Lang tugged at Jinbao''s ears, while Jinbao patted the dirty shoes on Little Lang''s feet.


    Just as they reached the work shed, they could hear faint sounds of arguing from inside.


    "Men, the contractor, why are you paying the workers extra? Are you stupid? Don''t you know other contractors don''t do this at all? If we keep doing this, we''ll lose money sooner orter." It was Zhou Qiaofang, arguing with her husband.


    Jinbao, used to his parents'' arguments, held Little Lang and said, "Aunt, you should go back. They do nothing but argue when they''re not eating or sleeping. It''s so annoying."


    Chen Men felt something was off. She had never let Chen Degong lose a penny; her brother had always been making profits. How could her sister-inw say he was losing money?


    "Sister-inw, what''s going on? Who is my brother giving extra money to?" Chen Men asked as she lifted the curtain to enter.


    While other contractors used worn-out cloth and felt for their work sheds, Chen Men''s was made of wool felt with an outeryer of red and white woven fabric. On rainy and snowy days, with the stove lit inside, it got so hot that Chen Degong was sitting there bare-chested.


    When Zhou Qiaofang was on good terms with Zhou''s Mother, she wouldn''t see Men. But whenever Zhou''s Mother beat and scolded her, driving her out of the house, she would be willing to see Men.


    She was baking tbread and brewing hot tea. After washing a teacup, she handed Chen Men a cup of freshly brewed bitter tea with arge piece of rock sugar added. Then she said, "You''re giving Li Guangming two yuan a month, but your brother is secretly giving him an extra yuan. That''s thirty yuan a month, which is a semester''s tuition for three kids. Men, you might be fine, but if your brother keeps subsidizing wages like this, won''t he end up losing everything?"


    "Zhou Qiaofang, Li Guangming needs money, but do you?" Chen Degong retorted.


    Just as Zhou Qiaofang was about to jump up, Chen Degong quickly said, "If you don''t want to work, then get out. Go back to that pigsty of your mother''s home."


    The sister-inw took a deep breath and began to cry softly. During Zhou Xueqin''s recent visit, she had given Zhou''s Mother a lot of money. When Zhou''s Motherpared her to Zhou Xueqin, she had scolded her out of the house. How could she dare to go back now?


    But even though the sister-inw wasn''t entirely right, the issue of wages was indeed her brother''s fault.


    So Chen Men said, "Brother, we agreed on three yuan for skilled workers and two yuan for unskilled workers. I said before that Li Guangming gets two yuan, and that''s what it should be. You can''t give him three yuan."


    "He''s pitiful," Chen Degong said.


    As Zhou Qiaofang was about to speak, Chen Men stopped her: "There are plenty of people as pitiful as him. Brother, we''re not running a charity. Besides, if you give him three yuan for unskilled work, the skilled workers will find out and demand a raise. Even if we raise their wages by one yuan, we''d still have a profit. But what do you think other contractors will do when they find out? We''d be disrupting market prices, don''t you understand?"


    "Yes, yes, Men is right," Zhou Qiaofang said. "These past few days, I met someone educated and experienced, who used to be a contractor. They said the same thing."


    Criticized by the two women, Chen Degong fell silent for a while, then said, "Alright, I''ll talk to him."


    "You''re so stubborn. Oh, Men, I made a pair of shoes for Yan Zhao. Can you take them back for him to wear?" Zhou Qiaofang said.


    Willing to make shoes for Yan Zhao ¨C clearly, the sister-inw had been hurt deeply enough by Zhou''s Mother.


    Some things are better left unsaid once understood. Chen Men epted the shoes and said, "Thank you, sister-inw."


    "Men, there''s a contractor in the neighboring vige, Lu Vige, who''s really good at his job. First, he knows how to cut costs and deduct workers'' wages. Second, he''s great atworking. A few years ago when there weren''t many projects, he didn''t make much money. But now that he''s back in business, he can use all his old connections. I heard he''s bidding for a residential building project for the Dongfang Group, which is worth 200,000 yuan. Look at your brother, he has no ambition and just keeps losing money on workers. Men, if we keep doing projects like this, we''re bound to lose money. Why don''t you let me introduce you to someone? You could subcontract the project out," Zhou Qiaofang thought Men was on her side, so she continued.


    The contractor from Lu Vige could only be Lu Jingyu.


    Yesterday, Yan Zhao had mentioned Lu Jingyu, and today the sister-inw was beating around the bush, but still talking about Lu Jingyu.


    Although Chen Men didn''t know the specifics yet, it was clear that Lu Jingyu had not only approached Yan Zhao about her, but had also given his opinions on her project in front of the sister-inw.


    The sister-inw was still smiling, but Chen Degong was fuming. Chen Men gave a coldugh: "Sister-inw, if the contractor from Lu Vige is so good, why don''t you go work for him? We''ll mind our own business."


    The smile froze on the sister-inw''s face. "Men, I''m just thinking of your best interests."


    "Sister-inw, I appreciate your concern, but I need to think about my brother''s and Jinbao''s future. I have to do this project myself," Chen Men retorted.


    The sister-inw turned around to see Chen Degong about to utter the word "get out," while Jinbao, holding Little Lang, didn''t even look at her as he walked out.


    Seeing that neither her son nor her husband was willing to acknowledge her, the sister-inw angrily sat down by the stove and repeated, "How did I be the odd one out everywhere?"


    Chen Men gave another coldugh. Her attitude towards her sister-inw was always the same: you''re free to leave, no one''s stopping you.


    She was about to head home with Little Lang when, just as they left the construction site, they ran into a small police car. The driver, Little Liu, recognized her and waved, gesturing for her toe over.


    Chen Men thought it might not be appropriate to hitch a ride in an official police car.


    Yan Zhao was sitting in the back seat. After Men got in the car, he exined, "It''s the weekend. I just attended a meeting and happened to pass by. Let''s go home."


    Yan Zhao had attended a meeting at the city bureau, but he had left early and specifically drove around the Qinchuan Group''s residential area. He had looked at all the big-character posters on the walls and circled the construction site.


    Little Liu had noticed that the contractor''s name posted on the construction fence was Chen Men''s. He thought to himself, Captain Yan is quite considerate of his wife, caring so much about her small project.


    But sister-inw is impressive too, being a contractor. She must be the first female contractor in the whole city.


    Leaders all have their preferences. Sun Nutao loves to listen to revolutionary-era red songs like "Return from Target Practice" and "Unity is Strength." The newly arrived Deputy Bureau Chief Zhao likes "Sweet as Honey" and "Small Town Story." No one could figure out Captain Yan''s taste, but Little Liu had one song that he was sure would make the leader give him a thumbs up tomorrow if he yed it.


    The problem was that the cassette was buried deep in the pile, not easy to find. He had to search while driving.


    Yan Zhao''s gaze fell on the cloth shoes. He took them and asked softly with warm eyes, "Did you make these?"


    Could a female contractor with golden hands make something like this for him?


    Men smiled, curious to see what else this man would say.


    Yan Zhao said, "Make a few more pairs. I like wearing cloth shoes, but the ones sold outside wear out too quickly."


    Chen Men nodded seriously: "It''s not that cloth shoes are no good, it''s that the cement pavements in the city wear them out quickly. You''d need a new pair every three to five days. I''m afraid I couldn''t keep up even if I stayed home making shoes all day. How about this: why don''t you transfer to a rural police station as a local officer? Even if you walk a lot, the soil won''t wear out the shoes as much. Then I could make you a pair every month?"


    Yan Zhao turned to look at Chen Men: ... This idea actually sounded pretty good?


    Chen Men, not to be outdone, smiled and stared back at him.


    "Men, Men, I love you, just like the captivating orchid. Men, Men, I love you, when I see plum blossoms, I think of you." Finally, Little Liu found the song. As soon as he started ying it, he adjusted the rearview mirror to watch Captain Yan''s expression.


    This was a deration of love, after all.


    The route from Jinnan back to Jindong District passed through Yanguan Vige and the First Squadron.


    It had just rained and snowed today. Chen Men was afraid Little Wang wouldn''t be able to resist going out to y in the snow and mud, so she had closed the courtyard gate. But in this kind of rainy and snowy weather, children loved to y outside, sshing about in garbage dumps and mud piles ¨C their favorite ces.


    This was the entrance to the First Squadron vige. Yan Zhao''srge courtyard house with its gray bricks and big tiles was hidden in a haze of mist.


    From a distance, it looked tall and imposing.


    Little Liu nced in the rearview mirror with a smile, only to see Captain Yan''s murderous re.


    What was wrong now? Did he dislike this song too?


    "Stop the car!" Yan Zhao said.


    At the vige entrance, several children were digging in the mud. Among them was a chubby boy, his bottom sticking up as he vigorously dug for water. He wore arge padded jacket made of nylon with cotton lining on top, and fashionable bell-bottom pants on the bottom, all covered in mud like a pig.


    This was Lu Dabao, and Chen Men was very familiar with that little chubby bottom.


    As soon as the car stopped, Chen Men noticed Yan Zhao''s face hadpletely changed. Then she saw Dabao and understood why.


    The "Glorious Military Family" que, the only one in Yanguan Vige, had been taken down by Lu Dabao and was being used to dig in the mud.


    Yan Zhao got out of the car and strode over. With one swift motion, he lifted Lu Dabao up: "Little friend, what''s that in your hand?"


    "Who do you think you are, sticking your nose in everything? Get lost, you poor excuse for a cop," Lu Dabao said defiantly.


    The five-pointed star, the bright red characters spelling "Glorious Military Family" - it belonged to Yan Zhao. His father''s was in the capital.


    Such a que wasn''t easy to obtain. Only those who had been on the battlefield, who had rolled in the gunpowder smoke of war, could receive one.


    During the Cultural Revolution, having it on your wall was a symbol of honor. It even meant an extra twenty jin of white rice rations per month for the family. But now it was bent, covered in mud, twisted and warped like a piece of scrap metal.


    Yan Zhao took the que, wiped it clean with a handkerchief, and ced it in the car. When he returned, Lu Dabao was still cursing, with the other children chiming in.


    Yan Zhao bent down, raised his head, and listened carefully in the sleet for a moment. Then, calmly and deliberately, he reached out and yanked down Lu Dabao''s pants. With his iron-like hands, as the child struggled, he delivered a resounding p.


    After the p, he lifted Lu Dabao and nted him back in the muddy garbage pit. Then he headed towards the vige.


    He would soon discover that his home had been turned into a pigsty by Zhou Xueqin and Lu Jingyu.


    Lu Dabao stood there, his mouth twisted, about to cry. When he saw Chen Men, he paused, probably trying to recall where he had seen her before.


    Chen Men turned away, continuing to straighten the metal que. Little Lang, seeing her struggle, reached out to help: "Mama, Little Lang is strong, let Little Lang do it."


    Chen Men no longer looked at the little brat she had raised in her previous life.


    In that life, she had argued with him, scolded him, hit him, and cried for his future, pouring her heart and soul into raising him.


    She had cared for him just as much as she had for Yuanyuan.


    The little brat had grown up to have a sessful career, with a big beer belly, always calling her "Mom" even more affectionately than Yuanyuan.


    But when she and Lu Jingyu were on the verge of divorce, not only did he not support her, he stood with his hands in his pockets, smiling, and said: "Mom, Dad''s career is sessful, and he''s still so young. Look at you, wrinkled face, just an old hag. You were so mean to us when we were little, did you think I wouldn''t hold a grudge? If it weren''t for your good cooking, and the fact that you''re actually a good mom, I''d be encouraging him to divorce you. Why are you being so dramatic?" Not a good mom, just a good housekeeper.


    If he truly saw her as a mother, he should have been like Little Wang, who at six or seven years old would wash his own clothes and help with housework, because he understood the need to care for adults.


    After that, Men moved out to live on her own and never cooked for Dabao''s family again.


    Good. In this life, he wouldn''t have the chance to hold a grudge.

 Chapter 57

    Yan Zhao now stood inside what was once his home.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Snow fell on his eyshes and quickly melted, dampening his eyes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The light rain mixed with snow had made everything dirty. In the kitchen, there was spoiled rice on the stove that had been there for who knows how long. The living room was piled high with instant noodles, egg cakes, and whole boxes of Chun Du sausages. Most of the cookies had been opened, with a few pieces eaten and the rest left on the floor.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After looking around, Yan Zhao left and went to Yan Yong''s house.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Yong was the vige chief and also Yan Zhao''s neighbor.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Lu Jingyu and Zhou Xueqin are always out and never at home. The girl was supposedly sent to a music school in the capital, while the boy attends Yanguan Primary School. They paid Principal Sun, so Sun Taochang personally tutors him. Zhou Xueqin''s mother cooks for him and looks after him, but you know what she''s like - she''s out ying mahjong all day and just gives the kid money to fend for himself. That boy has too much money, and a bunch of teenage boys all follow his lead." Yan Yong struggled to find the right words: "He''s basically a little tyrant in the vige, a real troublemaker."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Never mind about Zhou Xueqin not being here. Notify Lu Jingyu toe to my house on Wednesday. I''m taking back the house," said Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Yong was taken aback.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This house was where Yan Zhao''s mother had lived. It used to be a rundown courtyard. His father was rarely home, and his two older brothers, having grown up in the city, didn''t really look after the ce.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao had built the house brick by brick during his annual leaves after joining the army.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao''s mother''s full name was Su Wen. Her family was from the Fifth Team, and she was an ordinary farm woman who couldn''t read or write and had little education. But she was exceptionally beautiful, extremely kind-hearted, and naturally clean. She believed in Buddha and had apassionate heart. During the Cultural Revolution, she had saved many of the "ck five categories" who had been sent tobor camps.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Old Man Yan was once a notorious hooligan in the vige. No one could control him except for Yan Zhao''s mother, who could call him to work in the fields.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When the olddy died, Yan Zhao was still in the army and couldn''t return. His father and brothers were also busy with work. Yan Yong and his brothers handled the funeral arrangements. Yan Yong witnessed it himself - after the olddy had been dead for three days, her body remained soft, her face wore a smile, and there was a faint, pleasant floral scenting from her body.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Due to Yan Peiheng''s position, they were worried about too many peopleing, so the funeral was kept low-key. However, a monk came from Famen Temple, saying that the Bodhisattva had appeared in his dream and told him to personally conduct the funeral for the olddy. The monk said that because the olddy had done good deeds all her life, she had entered the Pure Land after death.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao had grown up with his mother and was influenced by her, making him exceptionally kind-hearted.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After all, he felt guilty towards Zhou Xueqin. During their divorce, Zhou Xueqin had been decent, finding a good stepmother for their two children.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At that time, when he gave the house to Zhou Xueqin, Yan Zhao had even taken her to the First Team and specifically told Yan Bin and his brothers not to bully her. Zhou Xueqin had also promised, patting her chest, that she would definitely take good care of Yan Zhao''s house and treat it well while living there.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even after death, a person''s spirit lingers.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If Su Wen had truly reached the Pure Land, this would be her sacred ce. How could it be allowed to fall into such a state of neglect?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The people of the First Team had long known how Lu Jingyu''s family had treated Yan Zhao''s house, but they were afraid of upsetting or depressing Yan Zhao if he found out, so they all agreed to keep it from him. Yan Yong asionally couldn''t stand it and would help clean up the area around the entrance.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Yong could understand Yan Zhao''s desire to take back the house, but he was upying Yan Xishan''s house, and the vige had fully supported him in that.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Now that he wanted to take back Lu Jingyu''s house, how could they support him, even if they were brothers?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, the property rights of this house should have already been transferred.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You transferred the house to Xueqin, didn''t you?" Yan Bin said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao replied, "Yes, it was transferred, but there''s still onest procedure at the police station that''s pending because she refuses to see me. I''m still holding onto it, but that''s not the problem. She once promised to take good care of my mother''s house. Since she hasn''t done that, I must take it back."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao had been holding back on the final procedure, wanting Zhou Xueqin to exin about someone bullying Little Wang, and hadn''tpleted it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Third Brother, you can want to take back the house, but I''m afraid we small vige leaders can''t support you in this," said Yan Yong.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Just notify Lu Jingyu toe to my house on Wednesday," Yan Zhao said as he turned and left.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    For Yan Zhao, the matter was already settled.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao''s tone was always firm, and he didn''t usually inquire about Chen Men''s work. Of course, if he did ask, he would oppose it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, when he got home today, while washing vegetables, he suddenly asked Chen Men, "When you hire workers, do you issue a ''Labor Dispatch Notice''?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing Chen Men''s confusion, he continued, "I went to Qinchuan Group today and saw that on their project responsibility column, it says that construction teams with ''Labor Dispatch Notices'' will be protected by thebor bureau if there are disputes between the foreman and the migrant workers, or conflicts with the construction party. Otherwise, because of your illegal status, the government andw won''t protect you. If you don''t have one, find time to get one processed."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Most of the current foremen are just putting up a false front without registering with the government.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even a dog could be a foreman.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But that''s like being a stray soldier, not abiding by thew and not protected by the state.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If Yan Zhao hadn''t reminded her, Chen Men would have forgotten about this.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If she really wanted to do construction work, she would need to file records with everything from the business license to thebor bureau to the tax bureau.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Only then would she be a legal foreman.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao was impressive, reminding her of such an important matter.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Men didn''t know how Yan Zhao would feel seeing their house in that state, but tomorrow was Monday, and the children''s cotton clothes had been washed but weren''t dry yet. Yan Zhao would have to hang them one by one over the stove to dry.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan and Little Wang''s feet were growing fast, wearing out their cotton socks quickly. They were all torn, and Chen Men had nned to mend them after dinner. But when the meal was set on the table, she saw Yan Zhao already mending socks for the two children. Not bad, although the stitches looked like centipedes, at least they were sewn up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    There was also a courtyard full of rain and snow. If Yan Zhao hadn''t led the children to sweep it out, the courtyard would have be a garbage dump.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At night, after they got into bed, Yan Zhao finally told Chen Men that he was going to reim the house in the First Team, and that he would announce it and take it back on Wednesday.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men''s reaction was the same as Yan Yong''s: "If you want to take it back, Zhou Xueqin might not agree, right?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was still upying the Xishan family''s courtyard, how could he take back Zhou Xueqin''s?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even if it was dirty, he had already given that house to Zhou Xueqin. It was hers now, and it was up to her what to do with it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Don''t worry about it. When Lu Jingyues over, I''ll negotiate with him," Yan Zhao said, then paused and asked Chen Men, "Are you not feeling well?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Her stomach felt very cold to the touch.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was on her period, so of course her stomach was cold. She even exaggerated a bit: "Not just cold, I think I caught a chill. It hurts too. Why don''t you warm it up for me?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She was frantically hinting:e into my nket.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I''ll boil you a bowl of brown sugar water," Yan Zhao withdrew his hand, sat up, and added, "Have you been washing your dirty underwear by hand all this time? Don''t touch cold water these days, and don''t handle your dirty underwear either. Leave them, I''ll wash them for you."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Watching him get out of bed, Chen Men thought to herself, young people, just reach out and warm me up. It''s the middle of the night, that should be more effective than brown sugar water, and more intimate too. Why go to all this trouble?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But since he was only willing to work silently, Chen Men epted it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the cold winter, having lived two lifetimes, this was the first time she had enjoyed brown sugar water boiled by a man. The brown sugar water she didn''t have to boil herself tasted especially sweet. After drinking it, her whole body felt warm, and she sleptfortably.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Also, she had always washed her own underwear during her period, and dirty underwear had to be washed in cold water or it wouldn''t get clean. She was always afraid that if Yan Zhao tried to help, he might not clean them properly and ruin her underwear. So she always kept her underwear to herself and washed it herself, not letting anyone else touch it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But the next evening, as soon as she entered the bedroom, she saw that he had washed her underwear from yesterday along with his own, hanging them side by side.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They were so clean they looked almost new.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Today, Teacher Huang and Third Sister-inw Huang went to the hospital, and they went to the provincial hospital.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Now Third Sister-inw Huang''s baby is eight months along. ording to the ultrasound, the doctor said that although the baby has a nuchal cord, it''s very healthy.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was genuinely happy for Teacher Huang and his wife. Teacher Huang was still young, and apart from teaching at the primary school, he had no othermitments. For the sake of their child''s future, he would also work diligently at her construction site.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A group of people were chatting at the vige entrance when Yan Dawei jumped off his bicycle and joined the conversation: "Men, you''re really getting into the construction business. Our Dongfang Group is about to build staff apartments, but unfortunately, I''ve been sidelined. Now Fan Xiang is making the decisions. Otherwise, I would have given that project to you."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Her? Not possible. Fan Xiang has been in contact with Lu Jingyu recently. I heard Lu Jingyu has been bribing Fan Xiang with a lot of money. We only do small projects; how can we afford to bribe?" The speaker was Yan Bin, carrying a small bag, who had just returned to the vige after work. He walked up to Chen Men with a dejected look: "That project will definitely be taken by Lu Jingyu."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin made money selling coal, and Lu Jingyu, with his initial capital, ventured into construction.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    That couple was now the talk of Yanguan Vige, making a fortune as husband and wife in two different fields.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for Chen Men, Yan Zhao had told her not to engage in bribery or corruption, and she herself didn''t dare to. She only earned honest money with a clear conscience.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the future, when anti-corruption efforts intensify, many big contractors would be investigated, and they would fall one by one. It wasn''t worth doing that for temporary gains.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, seeing Yan Bin''s dejected look, Chen Men suddenly sensed something and deliberately asked him: "Second Brother, Lu Jingyu is a decent person, and the wages I pay you are low. Haven''t you thought about working for Lu Jingyu? Wouldn''t that be more promising than working for me?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Bin took the bait immediately, smiling as he said: "Men, let me tell you this. Lu Jingyu actually approached me a couple of days ago, saying you''re not good at construction and asking me to work for him. But who is he? Zhou Xueqin''s lover. And who are you? My sister-inw. Besides, I''m not just working for you; I have other ie too. Even if he offered me a thousand yuan a month, I wouldn''t do it, let alone the 700 yuan he''s offering!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Indeed, Lu Jingyu not only stayed to do construction work but also attempted to poach Chen Men''s people.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even if Lu Jingyu couldn''t poach Yan Bin, if he did, Chen Men could still find someone else to rece him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But in her previous life, Lu Jingyu was particrly fond of poaching people from others.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Whether he could use them or not, poaching people could at least defeat the opponent in the short term.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The staff apartments for Dongfang Group were a big project. They would start preparations this year and should be able to begin construction by the end of next year,sting at least two years. Deep down, Chen Men was particrly envious.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But if Fan Xiang was in charge of the project, she definitely wouldn''t get it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Fan Xiang was once Hu Xiaomei''s stepfather and also Yan Xishan''s benefactor, an extremely cunning old fox who had Yan Xishan wrapped around his finger.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The winter vacation was approaching, and the children had just finished their final exams. Yuanyuan got 100 in math and 96 in Chinese, but she wasn''t satisfied and was now correcting her mistakes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang''s mind was never on studying. He got 78 in math and 61 in Chinese. Logically, he should be even more diligent in correcting his mistakes than Yuanyuan, as he ranked third from the bottom in the ss, but he couldn''t be bothered.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He sneaked out quietly, probably going to sell cassette tapes to make money again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Mom, Ningning got 100 in both subjects, and so did Songsong from Team Three. I think the reason I didn''t do well is because I became the ss monitor. Next semester, I won''t be the monitor anymore," Yuanyuan said while correcting her homework.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang hugged his small rm clock and pointed at the wall, saying, "I have a certificate too."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The kindergarten didn''t have exams, but Little Lang received the only certificate in the family this semester - the Best Performance Award from the kindergarten. To encourage the two older children, Chen Men had specially framed it and hung it on the bedroom wall.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan pouted, "Mom, I''ll definitely work hard next semester and try to bring back a certificate too."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just then, a postman called from outside, "Is this Yan Shengnan''s home? Registered mail."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Shengnan was Yuanyuan''s full name. Who would send her a letter?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men went out and took the envelope from the postman. It was an extrarge envelope, and it felt like there was a thick stack inside.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Mom, what is this?" Yuanyuan asked curiously.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men didn''t know what it was either, but when she opened it, she and Yuanyuan both eximed in surprise.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Nowadays, movie promotions weren''t like in the future where they would advertise everywhere in the media. The mostmon method was postcards. For a movie, they would take many postcards of the main actors and then sell them in bookstores and newsstands.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan only appeared at the beginning of the film, ying the deceased daughter of the female lead. It was said that her total screen time was only 5 minutes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men never imagined that she would also have the treatment of being on postcards, and even with the female lead.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, this was probably just sent to Yuanyuan as a memento and wouldn''t be put out for sale.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Mom, this is sister..." Little Lang took one and immediately eximed in surprise.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They were all of Yuanyuan, shots taken with the female lead.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan looked at them one by one. She only remembered the female lead hugging her and ying for a long time, but she hadn''t thought that someone would be taking photos of her at that time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    There were photos of her smiling at the female lead, and some of her and the female lead gazing into the distance lost in thought. The background in the studio was of yellow sand and an ancient castle. She and the female lead were both wearing costumes from the film. Although it was just a studio, the photos made it look as if she was really in the desert.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Finally, they came across one that was just of her alone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The mother and two children huddled together, and Chen Men pulled out a remittance slip from the envelope. This was Yuanyuan''s pay for her role in the film.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Currently, film pay was still based on fixed wages. Even those film actors only earned five or six hundred yuan a month.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan only filmed for two days and earned twenty yuan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But it was her second ie after the five yuan for the ending song.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Mom, I want to buy you a ne," Yuanyuan blurted out, holding the remittance slip.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Because Little Wang had been calling for a piano, Little Lang also caught on and patted the table, "Buy a piano, buy a piano."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men decided not to cash this remittance slip. She wanted to frame it and hang it on the wall.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    To let everyone who came to their house know that Yuanyuan had acted in "The Yellow River Bad".<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, at this moment, a child''s voice suddenly asked from outside the window, "Excuse me, is this Chen Men''s house?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was Lu Dabao''s voice. Chen Men immediately lifted the curtain.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Then she saw Lu Dabao enter the door with one hand covering his forehead, his shoulders swaying unsteadily, followed by a group of children, and surprisingly, Lu Jingyu right behind them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, Lu Jingyu was holding onto Little Wang, who was clutching a small basket full of cassette tapes he had recorded of Yuanyuan''s singing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Brother, who hit you?" Yuanyuan said as she rushed out the door, reaching out to pull Lu Jingyu, "Uncle, please let go of my brother."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Little girl, open your eyes. It was your brother who hit someone first. Look at my forehead," Lu Dabao said loudly, puffing out his chest and directly confronting Yuanyuan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan wasn''t one to back down. She jumped up and pointed at Lu Dabao, "You''re lying! My brother never hits people. You must have provoked him."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu, being an adult, of course smiled even though he might be plotting behind their backs.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He pushed Little Wang towards Chen Men and said with a smile, "It''s like this. The brothers Dabao and Little Wang met for the first time, and Little Wang has quite a temper. He hit Dabao with a brick."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was wearing a Montagut suit and tie, looking quite presentable. He looked around and asked with a smile, "Yan Zhao isn''t home? Ah, Little Wang''s upbringing leaves much to be desired."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although Little Wang was unharmed, many of the cassette tapes in his small basket were covered in dirt, and several had been damaged, hanging from the basket like frog eggs.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang quickly defended himself, "Mom, I really didn''t mean to. That fat kid provoked me first."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Indeed, Lu Dabao had provoked him first and even pushed Little Wang, but when it came to fighting, Yan Zhao''s son had never backed down from anyone. Little Wang picked up a brick and unhesitatingly smashed it on his head.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao had set Wednesday for collecting rent on the house, and today was Wednesday.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, he was still at work and wouldn''t get off until 6:30 at the earliest. It was only 4 pm now.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang had been running around the vige selling cassette tapes and knew well that Lu Dabao was Zhou Xueqin''s darling. He would usually avoid him if he saw him, so why did he hit Dabao today?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, given Dabao''s temperament, he was always the one hitting others. How could someone else hit him?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So Lu Jingyu, smiling on the surface, although not knowing how Yan Zhao nned to acquire the house, was definitely instigating Lu Dabao to deliberately provoke Little Wang. This was to create momentum for himself regarding the team''s house, hoping that when the time came, the vige leaders would side with him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This cunning man had be wealthy early in life, but his greed and scheming hadn''t changed one bit.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Vigers always loved to watch some excitement, and by now quite a crowd had gathered at their doorstep.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men wasn''t a good stepmother. Although she treated Little Wang and Little Lang the same as Yuanyuan on the surface, in her heart, she would always love Yuanyuan the most. But this didn''t mean she wouldn''t protect her stepchildren.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, she knew Lu Dabao all too well.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Little Wang, tell me, why did you hit Lu Dabao?" Chen Men asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "He pulled my tape and said Yuanyuan''s singing was crap. He said his sister studies at a music school in the capital and was the runner-up in a children''s singingpetition," Little Wang replied, still angry. "So what if your sister is the runner-up? My sister sings better than yours."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Dabao shrugged his shoulders and pointed at Little Wang: "My sister is the runner-up in a singingpetition. She sings a thousand times better than your sister!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men deliberately fanned the mes: "Dabao, aren''t you being a bit of a coward? My Little Wang is so skinny, how could he possibly beat you?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Fuck, I wasn''t even trying to fight him, otherwise I would''ve pummeled him to death," Dabao exploded at the slightest provocation.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men immediately pushed Dabao in front of Lu Jingyu: "Brother Lu, is this how you educate children? Didn''t you hear how he cursed with such foulnguage?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu wore a fake smile and pulled his son close, saying: "Men, this child just has a bit of a temper, but he''s excellent in his studies. I heard your Little Wang is at the bottom of his ss at Dongfang School, but my Dabao is top of his ss at Yanguan Primary School. And it''s true that my daughter is studying at a music school in the capital. Children, well, why should they be so well-behaved? What''s most important is that they have abilities in the future, don''t you agree?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing Chen Men''s cold smile, he even added: "Men, you''ve always been timid, and you didn''t do well in school. It''s understandable that you find it challenging to educate children. But you''re kind-hearted, Men. You should use your kindness to influence the children, okay?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was clearly an old PUA (Pick-Up Artist) at work.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Little Wang was indeed affected by his words, as someone in the crowd whispered: "Lu Dabao may be a bully, but I heard he really did rank first in the final exams."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Our Little Wang is still at Dongfang School. Could his grades really be that average?" someone else said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu had not only stolen her man but was now speaking such sarcastic words. Chen Men was furious.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The reason she had been so fixated on winning the Qinchuan Group project was that subconsciously, she wanted to prove that she was no worse than Lu Jingyu.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And now, she was increasingly confident that she was more capable than this scumbag, not just as a person but in abilities too, regardless of gender.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When it came to Yan Xishan, she might still be willing to scold him a bit, but with Lu Jingyu, she couldn''t even be bothered to curse at him. She just needed to be more sessful in her career than him to win.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But suddenly, she wasn''t angry anymore. In fact, she realized she had topete with Lu Jingyu.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Today, she not only wanted to knock down this prematurely wealthy PUA man who had be even more arrogant than in her previous life, but she also had topare herself with Lu Jingyu. This would be an excellent real-life lesson for Little Wang, who didn''t like studying and only thought about running small businesses.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men happened to be holding some postcards. She took one out and turned to Sister Mao, saying: "Sister, take a look at the postcards Yuanyuan made for the movie. The print quality is quite good, but it doesn''t do Yuanyuan justice. She''s much prettier in person."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If it was aboutparing children, bring it on. Let''s see whose child is more outstanding.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    You think your daughter getting second ce is something to brag about? Well, my daughter has starred in a movie.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At the scene, the most shocked person was Little Wang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He first looked at Yuanyuan: "You even made postcards?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Why did you hit someone? Didn''t you used to never hit people?" Yuanyuan asked Little Wang in return.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He never used to hit people at school.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang said: "Well, no one used to bully you and Little Lang before." He took the postcard, and in that instant, he stopped breathing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was a solo shot. The Yuanyuan on the postcard wasn''t as pretty as she was in person, because of the deliberate pre-liberation era makeup that made her look sallow and thin. She was shielding her eyes from the sunlight pouring down from above, squinting at the camera.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But her gaze and the clothes she wore immediately transported people from the 90s back to the pre-liberation era.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It made one feel the misery of the old society and the tragic childhood of children in those times.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was his sister, and his sister was much better than Lu''s daughter. She even had her own postcard!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 58

    Almost everyone in the vige had heard Yuanyuan sing, and they knew she had recorded an ending song for a movie.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But she had actually starred in a film?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Looking at the postcard again, it was released by Xiping Film Production Studio?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In this era, making a movie was considered an incredibly sacred thing. Many big stars active on the silver screen, like Gong Li and Liu Xiaoqing, had alle from our Xiping Film Production Studio. Who hadn''t heard of "Red Sorghum," "Yellow Earth," and "ck Chess" that had gained international recognition?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The Xiping Film Production Studio was the pride of Xiping people.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Looking at therge characters of "Xiping Film Production Studio" on the postcard, people''s hands trembled as they held it. Our Yuanyuan was about to be famous! Several people even tried to snatch the cassette tapes that Little Wang had recorded.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Now that Yuanyuan was on the verge of fame, wouldn''t the tapes Little Wang had been peddling everywhere be collectibles?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Men, give me one!" Sister-inw Mao rushed to say.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Second Sister Liu grabbed one and didn''t give it back: "I''m going to paste this on our wall at home."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Word spread quickly, and many people who were already watching themotion now joined in to grab the postcards, creating chaos at the scene.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    One postcard, in particr, caught everyone''s attention. It showed Yuanyuan lying on the lead actress''s back, her eyes gazing at the camera. The six-year-old girl looked thin, with her hair brushing against her face, evoking a sense of sadness in those who saw it. Just for that look in her eyes, many people wanted to rush to the cinema to watch the movie.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "The girl looks a bit skinny! She seems dirty, definitely not as pretty as our Yuanyuan," some dissenting voices could be heard.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Someone quickly exined: "It''s called a film still. Haven''t you seen that ''Yellow River Bad'' is set in the old society?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Sister-inw Huang, seven months pregnant, had gotten an ultrasound showing that the umbilical cord was wrapped twice around the baby''s neck. She should have been resting at home, but she had snuck out without Teacher Huang knowing. She was bouncing with every step, not worried about harming the baby, just to see Yuanyuan''s photos.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang was feeling particrly proud at this moment, his voice loud and full of energy: "Lu Dabao, my sister has postcards, does yours?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As Lu Dabao tried to grab a postcard, Little Wang caught his hand. Just as Dabao was about to throw a punch, he felt something bite him. Looking down, he saw a chubby little boy biting his hand.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Men, why is your child biting people?" It was fine when his own kid misbehaved, but when someone else''s bit him, Lu Dabao immediately became upset and tried to pry Little Lang off.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men pulled her child back and retorted: "Didn''t you say it''s okay for kids to be a bit naughty, what''s important is that they be sessful when they grow up?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu was very protective of his own, and immediately questioned Chen Men: "This child? Do you think he''ll amount to anything in the future? Do you think he''ll listen to you when he grows up?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin was alwaysining that her older son was useless and the younger one was an ungrateful wretch.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu actually felt quite sorry for Men. Abandoned by Yan Xishan, she had married a poor policeman and was raising two ungrateful brats. Even when she managed to get some engineering projects, she couldn''t keep much of the earnings. Now that he was making big money, she must be regretting not staying with him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    By all ounts, her tone should have been softer.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Chen Men''s tone was even more forceful than his: "Not only do I think both my sons will be very sessful in the future, even my daughter is a thousand times better than your son. She got 100 in math and 96 innguage for her final exams. Can your son match that?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    How could a vige primary schoolpare to a key primary school?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, Yuanyuan seemed even less impressive in Lu Jingyu''s eyes than in Yan Xishan''s. She was just a timid and scared little thing in his view. How could her grades be so good?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Of course, Lu Jingyu was very calm about this. Dabao had scored 97 in math but only 86 innguage, and this was after he had paid the principal a lot of money to tutor Dabao every day.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His expression changed as he grabbed Lu Dabao and said, "Did you hear that? Even a little girl has better grades than you. You''d better work harder next year."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Dad, next year I''ll go to Dongfang School too. I''ll definitely score higher than Yan Zhaodi," Dabao said emphatically.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan and Little Lang were almost furious hearing Dabao''s words.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Little Wang immediately jumped up: "If I wanted to study seriously, you, Lu Dabao, probably couldn''t even beat me, let alone my sister. Just wait to be embarrassed!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Dabao clenched his fists as he looked at Little Wang, who stood on tiptoes ring back at him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men thought to herself, this is just right, let the enemy be angry, not me.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She couldn''t think of a better way to make Little Wang focus on studying, but Dabao had unexpectedly be the perfect medicine. He could do it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Adults are catalysts for children, and onceparisons start, there''s no end to it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Dabao suddenly lifted his father''s shirt, pointing at Lu Jingyu''s waist: "My dad even has a pager. Does your mom have one?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    A pager?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This gadget was indeed novel outside. Whoever had one on their waist would immediately be seen as superior by others.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But it wasn''t new in Chen Men''s house. They had two, though Chen Men always kept hers in her bag, and Yan Zhao just casually tossed his in his pants pocket.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang immediately dug out Chen Men''s from her bag and showed it to Lu Dabao: "We have two at home, both my dad and mom have one."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The three siblings'' confidence swelled to the point of bursting.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They never thought that a little beeping pager could help them win a round.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Dabao was so angry he stomped his feet: "Dad, tell mom to buy me a pager too, I want one."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Don''t argue with them. When your momes back from the south, I''ll ask her to buy you that machine you like, what cat was it?" Lu Jingyu quickly consoled his son.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This reminded Yuanyuan of Little Lang''s small rm clock, the one with the robot cat.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The little girl brought out Little Lang''s beloved rm clock and put it in his hands. Then she put her hands on her hips and snorted at Lu Dabao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "My mom will buy me an even bigger one," Lu Dabao said loudly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This statement had an effect. As soon as Little Wang heard that Zhou Xueqin was so good to Lu Dabao, buying him whatever he wanted, he started to wilt.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan, considering Little Wang''s feelings, didn''t want to continue arguing with Dabao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu watched all this with a smile, feeling extremelyfortable inside.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin had gone south, and although she had a pager with her, it couldn''t be called across provinces. She hadn''t called back recently either.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao had suddenlye to reim the house, insisting that he must take it back, showing no room for negotiation.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu definitely didn''t want to give it up, because Yan Zhao''s house was the ideal old residence in every man''s dream. Just standing at the door, one could feel its dignity.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, when he inquired about the issue of Zhou''s mother''s house, he learned that at the time, Zhou Xueqin and Yan Zhao only had a verbal agreement. Zhou Xueqin had indeed promised to take good care of the house, which was why Yan Zhao had given it to her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In other words, there was no written contract, it was all just words.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The transfer procedures for the homestead were done, but Yan Zhao had been holding onto them, not giving them to Zhou Xueqin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The word "take care of" is easy to say but hard to do. They were both busy making money and really didn''t have time to clean. Besides, the house had be theirs, and they were living in it themselves. Could the state of cleanliness really be a reason to take back the house?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu now had money and had bought a house in the city, but he believed that the leaders of Yanguan Vige, who had allowed Yan Zhao to upy Yan Xishan''s house, wouldn''t side with Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But in the unlikely event that the people of Yanguan Vige sided with Yan Zhao and tried to force him out with some underhanded tactics...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu''s psychological expectation was twenty thousand yuan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He estimated that Yan Zhao had no money and wouldn''t pay.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Men might. She had earned some money from her small project and might dare to ept this price.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Let the two of them argue, he thought. He wouldn''t give up the house. If they really wanted it, they''d have to pay twenty thousand yuan!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Since Men showed no intention of inviting him in, Lu Jingyu retreated outside with Dabao, waiting at the entrance of the coal yard.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was now after New Year''s Day, and the weather was still quite cold. Little Wang closed the courtyard gate, turned on the tap, found a very clean white towel, wet it with cold water, and repeatedly wrung it out until it was half-dry. Then he carefully wiped clean all of Yuanyuan''s cassette tapes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men thought to herself, this boy''s desire to make money hasn''t died. Could it be that after beingpared so unfavorably to Dabao, he still doesn''t want to study and only wants to make small money?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But after he carefully wound the tapes back into their cases and neatly arranged all the cassettes on the table, he looked up and noticed Little Lang''s certificate of merit on the wall. After a moment''s thought, he pasted one of Yuanyuan''s postcards next to it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Then he took out his homework notebook, took a deep breath, and actually started seriously correcting his mistakes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His younger brother and sister were both on the wall now. As the eldest brother, if he didn''t work hard, he''d really beughed at.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men noticed this, smiling with her eyes, and took a moment to call Yan Zhao, asking where he was and how he nned to reim the house.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She also guessed that Lu Jingyu would ask for at least 20,000 yuan, so she had 20,000 prepared, but needed to ask Yan Zhao if it was enough.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was an unpleasant situation, but there was no choice but to swallow their pride and get the house back.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Lu Jingyu has already gone to our ce?" Yan Zhao paused on the phone, then asked Chen Men, "Arade''s sister is selling Montagut, do you want any?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At a time like this, he was still talking about Montagut?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "No," Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao took a deep breath, about to say something, when on the other end of the line, a man with a thick Shaanxi ent and booming voice said: "They say it''s somecy lingerie..." The words cy lingerie" spoken in a Shaanxi ent were absolutely hrious.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had been speaking normally and wasn''t in the mood tough.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But that sentence nearly made her burst outughing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao couldn''t continue either. He hung up abruptly and looked up at the fair-skinned, handsome man across from him who was grinning widely.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was Yan Zhao''s armyrade Xiong Dapao, who had gone into business after retiring from the military and was now a contractor, one of the more sessful among his formerrades.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He had juste to chat with Yan Zhao and wanted to give a set of clothes to his "sister-inw," though he didn''t even know who Yan Zhao''s wife was. He was about to leave.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After seeing Xiong Dapao off, Yan Zhao went to find Ma Bo: "Did you develop the photos I asked for?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ma Bo pulled out a stack of photos from a drawer and tossed them on the table: "Captain Yan, where did this housee from? It''s filthy."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao didn''t answer.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He took the photos and cycled to Yan Xishan''s coal yard.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This morning, he had called Yan Xishan and asked him to invite Yan Sanye and a few other elderly vigers who had difficulty walking.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He said he would alsoe to the coal yard, so they could all meet and discuss some matters.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan didn''t understand why, but happily agreed. After all, having Captain Yan visit his coal yard was a great honor for a coal boss.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When Yan Zhao arrived, Yan Xishan was entertaining everyone with tea and cigarettes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Come, brother, sit down and have some tea," Yan Xishan said with a smile.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao distributed the stack of photos one by one to the group of elderly men, specifically giving Yan Sanye a photo of the main room. In the photo, the Eight Immortals table was covered with toppled Bingfeng sodas, spilled Coca-C, and biscuits that looked like excrement. When the old men saw the photo, their hands all began to shake.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After looking for a while, the roguish Yan Sanye''s eyes turned red. He smacked Yan Zhao with the photo: "Su Wen only lived in that house for half a month, you bastard Yan Zhao, how could you let someone trash it like this?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao bent over, allowing Yan Sanye to hit him on the head. All the old men started hitting him with the photos.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Closing his eyes, Yan Zhao didn''t make a sound.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His mother had only moved into the house when she was on her deathbed, and at that time Yan Zhao couldn''t return from his military post.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although her husband and two older sons hade to see her briefly, they had to quickly return to the capital due to workmitments. The olddy passed away without seeing her grandchildren onest time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But the old woman, who had suffered all her life, finally had arge house with blue bricks and tiles. She was extremely happy at the time and passed away with a smile on her face while sleeping on therge kang bed in the main room.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Now the vige elders were beating Yan Zhao, and he felt he deserved it. Since his transfer from the military, he had been busy with work. The security in Jindong District was good, but he had let his own mother''s house fall into such disrepair. He deserved to be beaten.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What''s the name of Yan Zhao''s ex-wife? We must drive her out. I''ll go personally to evict her," said Yan Sanye.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao said, "I also n to reim the house, but I''m afraid the vige leaders won''t support it."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Another old man immediately said, "That''s bullshit. I''m the ancestor of the leaders. We must take back this house and evict them now!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Several septuagenarians and octogenarians who could barely walk stood up with their canes, all saying: "This is different from Xishan''s house. Dividing property in a divorce is one thing, but how can they trash the house like this?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "If it was their own home, would they dare to mistreat it like this?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Today I''ll negotiate about the house with Lu Jingyu. Uncle Yan, you all go to my ce first, and I''ll be there shortly," Yan Zhao patted Yan Xishan on the back. "You drive the elders back, and I''ll follow on my bicycle."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan felt something was off. After all, Yan Zhao upying his house was also a case of the cuckoo kicking the magpie out of its nest. But at the time, Yan Zhao had crossed his arms behind his back and spoken so reasonably that all the vige elders nodded in agreement.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Now Yan Zhao wanted to evict the cuckoo upying his family''s home, and somehow it also sounded very reasonable.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    One mouth, two skins - how could he flip things around and always be in the right?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yan Zhao had already ridden off on his bicycle.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The old men couldn''t walk far, and they were all urging Xishan to hurry back to the vige. But they couldn''t walk, and if one fell, Yan Xishan would have to help them up. If one got seriously hurt, Yan Xishan would have to pay for medical expenses.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    There was arge truck at the factory. Yan Xishan helped the seven or eight old men onto the truck.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The distance wasn''t far, but by the time Yan Xishan arrived, Yan Zhao was still at the vige entrance. He stepped on the gas to pass Yan Zhao and parked in front of the coal yard.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After showing off a bit, Yan Xishan realized he had made a mistake. Yan Zhao hadn''t arrived yet, and the old men wanted to get off the truck. He had to carry them down one by one.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu had always done well in respecting the elderly and caring for the young. He happened to be in front of the coal yard and rushed over to help the old men.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men heard the sound of therge truck and opened the door, standing in the doorway with several children.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Because Lu Jingyu was very enthusiastic, calling the old men "grandpa" and not minding their smell, carrying and supporting them. Yan Sanye even asked Yan Xishan, "This man is not bad, is he from our vige?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan only dealt with coal, not construction, so he didn''t know Lu Jingyu.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But he felt like he looked familiar and must have been going to Dongfang Group quite often recently.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just then, Lu Jingyu said with a smile, "I''m in the construction business. Dongfang Group has a big project recently that I''m nning to take on."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Contractors always need to brag, especially about having money. They introduce themselves to everyone to get business.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So in this regard, Lu Jingyu was even better at it than Yan Xishan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "A contractor, eh? That''s a bit better than a coal boss. Isn''t our Men also doing some small projects? You two should look out for each other in the future," said one old man.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing an opportunity to make connections, Lu Jingyu quickly said, "Chen Men and I are from the same hometown. We grew up together. She''s a woman after all and doesn''t know much. I''ll take care of her in terms of construction projects."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The old men immediately thought, oh, Lu Jingyu seems like a good person.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yan Xishan''s brow furrowed. Doing projects for Dongfang Group meant he was connected to Fan Xiang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The friend of my enemy is my enemy. Yan Xishan made a mental note about Lu Jingyu.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao ushered everyone into his courtyard, while telling Little Wang and Little Lang to go invite the vige party secretary and other vige leaders. He brought out chairs from the house and also pulled out arge electric stove, plugging it in to boil water, roast jujubes, steep wolfberries, and make tea for the old men to drink.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men still had the Shaanxi-ented cy lingerie" on her mind. While Yan Zhao was rummaging in the cab for jujubes, she quietly asked, "Did you really buy me lingerie?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Mm," said Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men thought to herself, what a waste of money. How could a man buy suitable lingerie for a woman?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She was also busy bringing out melon seeds and peanuts, finding some snacks for the visiting elders. She urgently sent Little Wang to buy cigarettes, which she opened and lit one for each of the old men.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She also had the money ready, a full 20,000 yuan, prepared to give to Lu Jingyu at any time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    For the sake of Yan Zhao, Chen Men was willing to pay 20,000 yuan for the old house of the First Brigade, as long as Lu Jingyu was willing to give it up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu was elbowed into the center by Yan Zhao, who formally introduced him to the elders: "This is my ex-wife Zhou Xueqin''s husband, Lu Jingyu. He''s the one living in the First Brigade house."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Upon hearing this, the old men''s gazes and expressions towards Lu Jingyu immediately changed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao cleared his throat and began to speak again: "The First Brigade house isn''t mine, it''s my mother''s. When Zhou Xueqin and I discussed it before, I said she could have it, but it must be kept clean. She also promised to take good care of the house. Today, everyone has seen what condition the house is in. Lu Jingyu, I want the house back. Hand it over."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He wasn''t asking for his opinion, just informing him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "That''s not right, Captain Yan. Why should you take back the house?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At this point, Lu Jingyu still didn''t realize that they had angered Yan Zhao by making the house so dirty.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Before Yan Zhao could speak, Yan Sanye said, "That''s a house for people to live in, not a pigsty for swine to wallow in. You fancy-dressed donkey turd, wearing a suit while turning the house into a pig pen, and you still dare to ask? Get out of here now."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu certainly didn''t want to leave, but seeing Yan Zhao''s menacing demeanor, he didn''t bother arguing further and said directly, "Then let''s talk money." He immediately demanded 20,000 yuan, trying to extort them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Money?" Yan Sanye was a thug among thugs: "You dirty up Su Wen''s house and still dare to ask for money? Get the hell out and move your ass right now."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu thought to himself, how can this old man be such a thug, with a mouth full of profanity.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But at that moment, a group of cane-wielding old men who had been smiling at him earlier suddenly all turned their canes on him, jabbing and poking. Were they trying to beat him to death?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Logically, none of this should have had anything to do with Yan Xishan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But while poking at Lu Jingyu, Yan Sanye pointed at Yan Xishan and said, "When couples divorce, a house is just a house, what does it have to do with money? Back then when Xishan wanted to take back this house, he didn''t n to give Men a penny. Now Yan Zhao shouldn''t give you any money either. Don''t believe me? Ask him yourself."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan nearly jumped up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He felt like he had been set up by Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But with all the old men ring at him, he had to say, "A house is just a house, you can''t ask for money."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hearing him say this, the old men all looked pleased, their faces full of praise as if Xishan had finally grown up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan quietly ran over, first giving Yan Zhao a postcard, thening to give him one too.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan would always have the desire to remarry and have a son.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But he slowly realized that even if he had a son, he would never love him as much as he loved Zhaodi.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The little girl on the postcard was smiling, but her eyes were full of bitterness, just like the expression Zhaodi used to have when smiling at him while he constantlyined about her being a daughter.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She was hurt, but she didn''t say anything. She was willing to bear all the frustration and bitterness he vented on her, not even asking for his love, simply because he was her father.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan patted his daughter''s head.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was his eternal glory!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu had nned it all out, wanting 20,000 yuan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yan Zhao didn''t even need to open his mouth - a group of old men were already preparing to drive him out.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He thought to himself, could Yan Zhao really be mentally unsound as Fan Xiang had said? This was already the 1990s - a house was property. Did he think he could gather a bunch of old men to make a scene and drive him out of a house worth over 10,000 yuan without paying a cent?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yan Zhao didn''t give him a chance to speak. He continued, "Back then, Zhou Xueqin and I only had a verbal agreement. It was only after she repeatedly promised to take good care of my mother''s house that I let her have it. Whether she''s here or not doesn''t matter now. I must take the house back. I''ll cancel the residentialnd paperwork at the police station. Lu Jingyu, move out today!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just like that, he was told to move out?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The vige officials had just arrived and hadn''t even spoken yet, but a group of old men were poking him with canes telling him to move out?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Lu Jingyu couldn''t leave just like that. He had onest trick up his sleeve.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had earned some money from her construction work, but she couldn''t make big money on that site because she was too kind to the workers, actually paying their wages monthly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She didn''t even know the trick of withholding workers'' wages to lend out at high interest rates to make an extra profit.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Could she really make big money?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had once wanted to marry him, and now seeing that he had made a lot of money, she must be both envious and admiring. This was an opportunity.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Men, you do construction work, and I''m also going into construction. I''m about to take on a big project with Dongfang Group. We''re practically family, so let''s partner up in business. I''ll help you make big money. The people of Yanguan Vige are unreasonable, but you''re different. You''re the gentlest, kindest, most sensible, and most reasonable woman in Chen Vige, even more understanding than my Xueqin. Please talk to Yan Zhao. I can''t move out without getting any money." Listen to how beautifully he ttered her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He had already made big money, but for the sake of a house, he was even willing to belittle Zhou Xueqin, who had gone south with knife wounds.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Never mind that Chen Men nearly burst outughing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The yard full of old men suddenly fell silent. After all, they too believed that women should be gentle, kind, and reasonable.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Lu Jingyu''s words seemed to make sense.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But they were protective of their own, they weren''t convinced, and they didn''t want this scoundrel Lu Jingyu teaching Men how to do things.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Now they just wanted to hear what Men would say.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 59

    Adults fight over houses, while children fight for pride.


    Dabao was currently trying to provoke Little Wang into a fight, raising his eyebrows tauntingly. "Yan Xiaowang, just you wait until I transfer to Dongfang School."


    Little Wang, unwilling to back down but aware of his father''s stern gaze, couldn''t bring himself to curse. Instead, he leaned out the window and retorted, "A real man doesn''t fight girls. I don''t hit little girls."


    This remark, while not particrly harmful, was incredibly insulting and infuriated Dabao. She blurted out, "Your mother''s a bitch! You''re such a coward!"


    Little Wang didn''t dare use such vulgarnguage, so Dabao felt she had the upper hand.


    Chen Men, overhearing this, turned to Lu Jingyu with a cold smile. "Yes, we may have grown up drinking from the same river, but I''m smarter, kinder, and more sensible than you. That''s why I never teach my son to use foulnguage."


    Lu Jingyu, who usually prided himself on his son''s ability to fight and curse like a little king, now smacked his son on the head. "Watch your mouth! That''s your Aunt Chen. How dare you use suchnguage?"


    "But Dad, didn''t you say she''s just a woman who doesn''t know shit?"


    Upon hearing this, Lu Jingyu immediately gave his son another p.


    While the father and son duo were getting worked up, Chen Men seemed rather pleased. She turned to Dabao and said, "Auntie knows a lot more than you think. It''s your dad who doesn''t know shit. I may have only taken on a small project, but my building is almost finished. What about your dad''s project?"


    Dabao nearly blurted out that his dad had talked with Zhou Xueqin about potentially taking over the project, but the child held his tongue.


    Chen Men continued, "You know Yan Bin, right? He''s only willing to work for me. Your dad offered him 700 yuan sry to poach him from me, but he refused."


    Dabao couldn''t hold back anymore and jumped up, eximing, "My dad said he''ll take your project sooner orter!"


    This is what happens with spoiled children. When they beat up or cursed at other kids, Lu Jingyu was proud. But now that his child was airing his dirtyundry, exposing him in front of everyone, Lu Jingyu''s expression was a sight to behold.


    Another pnded on Dabao''s face.


    The elders present weren''t fools; they understood what was going on.


    Men had worked hard to secure a small project, and Lu Jingyu, the nouveau riche, was nning to steal it?


    The old men didn''t understand much about construction projects, but they believed that with Yan Zhao backing her, he must be the one making the big decisions, while Men, being a woman, was just helping out.


    Everyone in the vige sided with Yan Zhao.


    Old Man Yan, always biased and twisted in his logic, only ever supported his own family. He jabbed his cane at Lu Jingyu''s backside, saying, "You have no sense of male honor! Trying to steal a small job from a weak woman? Get out of our vige!" He hadpletely forgotten that he himself looked down on women the most.


    The vige children were shouting outside, "They''re taking back the house! They''re taking it back!"


    "Men... you used to be such a goodrade... how did you be like this?" Lu Jingyu, being poked by the old men''s canes, shook his head, wanting to say more but holding back.


    Truthfully, Lu Jingyu felt that Chen Men had be apletely different person. He remembered how shy and beautiful she was as a young girl.


    Yes, back then, all the pretty girls wanted to marry into the city. During his first marriage, he only looked for a woman with a big bottom who could bear children and do farm work, because he was a true farmer through and through. He never considered someone like Chen Men with her slim waist, long legs, and fair skin, who couldn''t handle the wind or rain and would struggle to carry a bucket of water.


    When he got divorced for the second time, Chen Men seemed ideal in every way except for her baggage. After all, she had been through hardships in her first marriage and had been tempered by life.


    Lu Jingyu had hesitated at the time. Chen Men was too good to Yuanyuan, and he feared she might treat his two children like a stepmother would. He wanted to test her character a bit, but ended up losing herpletely.


    All along, Lu Jingyu had held Men in high regard in his heart. But today, he genuinely felt thatpared to Zhou Xueqin, she fell far short and wasn''t lovable at all. She hardly seemed like a woman anymore.


    However, before he could express his disappointment and regret to Chen Men with a half-smile, she suddenly thought of something: "Lu Jingyu, don''t think you can just walk away like this. If you don''t clean up the house properly, I''ll use your Montagut shirt to mop the floor!"


    Knowing Yan Zhao''s personality, he would definitely go to clean up the house himself.


    But Chen Men couldn''t swallow her pride if she didn''t make Lu Jingyu clean up his and Zhou Xueqin''s chamber pots himself.


    With just that one shout, a group of old men chimed in: "You bastard, go clean up right now. If you don''t do a good job, I''ll make you lick the floor clean."


    A woman?


    Could Chen Men''s behavior still be considered womanly?


    Lu Jingyu, being pushed out by the old men, smiled on the surface but cursed in his heart: Chen Men, you''re nothing but a shrew. Even a rough man like Yan Zhao will eventually get tired of you and cheat!


    Yan Zhao led the group of old men, with Yan Xishan driving, as they set off in grand fashion to reim the house from the First Team.


    Little Wang, Yuanyuan, and the others had to go door to door to retrieve Yuanyuan''s postcards.


    There were only 12 of them, but they were mementos that couldn''t just be given away to others.


    Chen Men was busy sweeping up sunflower seed shells, cigarette butts, and the thick phlegm the old men had spit in the courtyard.


    The group of old men who hade over, smoking and spitting, had left the courtyard in a mess.


    Just as she finished sweeping up the trash and was about to take it out, Chen Men noticed Little Wang''s big pink teddy bear hanging on the windowsill. One of its legs had been torn, revealing the white stuffing inside.


    Little Wang cherished this big pink bear, hugging it to sleep every night. The child was also very clean, never allowing even a speck of dirt on the bear. How could it possibly have been torn?


    She grabbed it for a closer look and found severalrge characters written in pen: "Your mother''s a bitch, just wait until I start school, we''ll see then!"


    The clumsy handwriting was undoubtedly Lu Dabao''s work.


    Putting down the broom and holding the stuffed bear, Chen Men let out a deep sigh.


    In her previous life, Dabao had only been foul-mouthed but never physically bullied other children. It must be because of money. Rumor had it that Lu Jingyu was very generous with his pocket money, and money had exacerbated the child''s bad habits, making him even worse.


    He hadn''t even started at Dongfang School yet, and he was already nning to bully Little Wang and Yuanyuan?


    Chen Men had originally not intended to pay much attention to the child she had raised in her previous life. She even regretted a moment of impulse when she had taught him to curse. But now she felt that although they should go their separate ways, Lu Dabao could attend any of the many good schools in the city. Putting him in the same school as Little Wang and Yuanyuan probably wouldn''t work out.


    Just because of this torn bear, Chen Men decided that if Lu Jingyu dared to transfer Dabao to their school, she wouldn''t hesitate to have a chat with Principal Liu about Dabao and Lu Jingyu''s father-son duo''s behavior in Yanguan Vige.


    Principal Liu valued children''s character and would likely give serious consideration to this matter.


    She didn''t want Dabao to attend the same school as Little Wang and Yuanyuan.


    After stuffing all the cotton back into the teddy bear and sewing it up, Chen Men washed it thoroughly, first spinning it in the washing machine and then hanging it under the air conditioner to dry.


    By the time Little Wang returned, it would be a clean little pink bear again.


    Yuanyuan hugged her big rabbit, and Little Lang clutched his little rm clock ¨C both openly showing their affection for their prized possessions.


    Only Little Wang pretended to be indifferent towards his little pink bear during the day, but always hugged it tightly when he slept at night.


    ...


    Yan Zhao went to reim the house. It was said that Lu Jingyu took Lu Dabao and left that night with just a few changes of clothes. As for Zhou''s mother, she only discovered that her new son-inw had moved out when she returned home from ying mahjong in the middle of the night.


    This left the olddy suddenly homeless in the dead of night.


    Lu Jingyu, needing to work on his project, naturally had hired help. Those workers came to clean up the house the next day.


    The clothes, garbage, food, and drinks in the house were all thrown out by those workers.


    Meanwhile, a small but significant event urred at Chen Men''s ce, bringing both joy and frustration.


    These days, almost all construction foremen owed wages to their migrant workers.


    The foremen would receive project funds but withhold wages to invest in high-interest loans, profiting from the interest. This practice greatly burdened the migrant workers, who had work but found it extremely difficult to get paid.


    At the construction site of Qinchuan Group, only thirty workers were needed to slowly carry out the work. However, somehow word got out that Chen Men''s site had job opportunities and didn''t dy wage payments.


    Gradually, seventy to eighty fellow vigers from Jinyang County came to seek employment at Chen Men''s construction site.


    One morning, Chen Degong emerged from the work shed to find a dense crowd of people outside. They were all familiar faces from his hometown, looking weathered and tired, carrying bedrolls and food containers, hoping to find work.


    Although the site would need at least two hundred workers once it was in full swing, and more workers meant faster progress, Chen Men couldn''t hire them all yet. With limited work avable, she''d have to pay a full day''s wages for each person, even if they had little to do. She had to gently persuade them to return home ande back in the spring.


    The migrant workers were understanding. With Chen Men''s promise, they reluctantly left, looking back frequently as they went.


    While others might struggle to recruit workers for their projects, Chen Men already had seventy to eighty people waiting to work for her before construction had officially begun. She was quite the impressive foreman.


    It took nearly half a month for Lu Jingyu''s team to finish cleaning up the house for Yan Zhao. As the New Year approached, they finally got it to a state where the old gentlemen deemed it livable before allowing them to leave.


    Yan Zhao wanted to bring his honorary military family que and his mother''s pear wood tablet to the new house.


    Chen Men went to Yan Zhao''s house with the children.


    Little Wang had visited the vige when he was younger and recognized his family''s house. Today, as the whole family arrived, he was eager to show off to Yuanyuan and Little Lang.


    "This room," Little Wang said proudly as he pushed open a door, "my dad says it''s specially reserved for my grandpa. Isn''t it nice? In the future, this room will be just for Yuanyuan. Look at that corner by the window, that''s where we''ll put your piano."


    It was indeed a beautiful room. The walls were made entirely of blue bricks, with the joints filled with matching colored mortar, creating a perfectly smooth surface. The edge of the kang bed was iid with polished round wood, giving off a purple-red hue thatplemented the blue bricks beautifully.


    Yuanyuan couldn''t help but love this blue brick house. It reminded her of her childhood home, which was also made of blue bricks withrge tiles, before it was torn down to build a new house.


    "This room is for my dad and me. What do you think?" Little Wang opened another door.


    Yuanyuan noticed something odd. In her house, they hadrge kang beds, but all the kangs in Little Wang''s house were small, typically meant for single upancy in rural areas.


    "Don''t your grandpa and grandma sleep together?" Yuanyuan asked.


    Su Wen had passed away in 1984 at the age of 62. Little Wang was only two years old then and didn''t remember her. However, he had heard his mother and Zhou Xueqin mention her when he was young.


    Little Wang lowered his voice, "They didn''t get along well even before, because of my mom... Ah, well!"


    Su Wen and Yan Peiheng had always had conflicts and lived separately for a long time. After Zhou Xueqin''s trip to the capital, for some unknown reason, the elderly couple nearly divorced. It was said that after Su Wen''s death, Yan Peiheng deeply regretted it, but wasn''t it toote for regrets?


    Yuanyuan thought for a moment, then quietly asked a gossipy question, "Has your grandpa found a new grandma?"


    Now that Little Wang''s grandfather was also her grandfather, even though Yuanyuan hadn''t met him yet, she had grown up without a grandfather and quite liked the idea of having one. However, she didn''t want a step-grandmother; the very thought sounded unpleasant.


    "No way," Little Wang said. "He''s too fierce. Everyone''s afraid of him. No one would marry him!"


    Little Wang had only met him once, shortly after Su Wen''s death. Apparently, Yan Peiheng wanted to take Little Wang away, but Zhou Xueqin told Little Wang that his grandfather was very fierce and would eat people.


    Little Wang was still young then and, crying, chose to stay with his mother.


    "By the way, where will my mom and Little Lang stay?" Yuanyuan asked after looking around.


    Little Wang took Yuanyuan and Little Lang''s hands and led them straight to the main room.


    The main room, of course, had arge kang. This was also called the master bedroom, thergest and brightest room with especiallyrge ss windows. The sun could shine on the blue brick kang all day, making it particrlyfortable to live in during winter.


    Little Wang pointed at therge kang with its blue brick base and red wood trim, saying, "Of course our mom and Little Lang will stay here. You probably don''t know, but even my grandmother doesn''t dare to sleep in this room."


    Although Little Wang''s maternal grandmother was known for being both shrewd and opportunistic, always trying to take advantage of every situation, she wouldn''t dare to sleep on Su Wen''s kang. In her heart, Su Wen was like a bodhisattva.


    In Little Wang''s mind, his mother and Little Lang should naturally upy thergest kang in the house.


    So he had decided to give his grandmother''s kang to his mother and Little Lang.


    Chen Men was chatting with Yan Zhao while they cleaned the windows. She knew that Yan Zhao''s birth mother had passed away, and she was curious about whether Yan Peiheng had remarried. She wondered if he had a new wife in the capital and if she would have a stepmother-inw.


    But she didn''t know how to ask such a question politely.


    "Your father, is he easy to get along with?" Chen Men asked.


    Yan Zhao was cleaning the ss. He generally looked down on others doing such delicate work.


    "He''s like me, not very easy to get along with," Yan Zhao said, "But he''s a very upright person."


    This implied that there was no stepmother-inw, which was good news. Daughters-inw often found stepmothers-inw to be the most troublesome.


    "What about your older brother and second brother?" Chen Men asked.


    Yan Zhao said, "My older brother is abroad, and my second brother is also in the army. You don''t need to worry about them. We''ll just live our own life."


    No mother-inw issues, a father-inw far away in the capital who, although not supporting them financially, also didn''t interfere with their lives.


    Yan Zhao, judging by his family background alone, was actually quite a good catch.


    "I''ve been married for so long and haven''t even greeted Dad once. Should we maybe give him a call sometime, or perhaps we should visit the capital?" Chen Men tentatively suggested. "Otherwise, wouldn''t it seem improper?"


    Yan Zhao''s hand paused while cleaning the ss. "It was me who got married, not him. We don''t need to bother about him."


    Chen Men understood from this that her father-inw, Yan Peiheng, had probably opposed Yan Zhao''s marriage to her.


    But Yan Zhao was strong-willed enough. He wouldn''t have taken on this challenge if he couldn''t handle it.


    Chen Men was about to sweep the dust off the windowsill when suddenly, Yan Zhao put a paper hat on her head. It was to prevent dust from getting in her hair. Looking in the mirror, she said, "Oh no, wearing this makes me look like Cao Cao from the opera."


    It wasn''t just a hat; it had a crown on top. He had folded it quite amusingly.


    Yan Zhao closed the ss window and looked at Men from outside, avoiding her eyes. His voice was low, "No. You look like Guanyin."


    "If I look like Guanyin, why aren''t you looking at me?" Chen Men retorted.


    She was about to make a Guanyin hand gesture to y along when Song Huaihua and Liu Xiaohong, the two sisters-inw, arrived. The couple stopped their yful banter and went back to their respective tasks.


    Yan Zhao was outside hanging up the honorary military family que when Yan Bin sauntered over, hands on his hips. He deliberately strutted in front of Yan Zhao, striking a wide stance. "Third brother, are you not going to live in the Xishan courtyard anymore? Are you moving here?"


    "I''ll live there. This ce is only for enshrining my mother," Yan Zhao said.


    Due to his focus on work, he had made several mistakes, such as giving the house to Zhou Xueqin without proper investigation, and then assuming that Zhou Xueqin would take good care of the house.


    He felt guilty towards his mother and the children.


    Yan Bin urged him to live in this house, while Yan Yong suggested renting it out, but Yan Zhao had made up his mind. In the future, it would only be used to enshrine his mother''s tablet.


    The pager in his pocket beeped.


    He took it out, looked at it, and turned it off before continuing to nail up the que.


    It was a very ordinary action, but it shocked Yan Bin. "You even have a pager?"


    "Men gave it to me," Yan Zhao said nonchntly.


    This was a pager! Yan Bin had to quit smoking and eat nothing but salted vegetables and tbread for nearly three months to afford one. He always clipped it to his waist and even left his cotton coat unbuttoned in the dead of winter just to show it off.


    Yet Yan Zhao just casually kept it in his pocket?


    "Who paged you? Why didn''t you call back?" Yan Bin asked.


    Yan Zhao said, "Liu Ming from Dongfang Group. There''s a cross-provincial case, and he wanted me to put in a good word with arade in Guangdong. I''ve done the favor, so there''s no need to call back. He probably wants to send a gift, but I don''t ept gifts."


    Yan Bin was stunned again.


    Liu Ming from Dongfang Group was the top leader, the big boss.


    A high-ranking official actually asking Yan Zhao for help?


    Yan Zhao spoke so casually about it, but Yan Bin suddenly raised his voice intentionally, "You actually know Liu Ming?"


    Yan Zhao continued to nail his honor que while Yan Bin repeated loudly: "You actually know Secretary Liu Ming from Dongfang Group? Dongfang Group is building staff apartments, shouldn''t Secretary Liu have more say than Fan Xiang? What a pity, Fan Xiang gave that job to Lu Jingyu, sigh!"


    Yan Zhao frowned slightly. As a public servant, he didn''t pay much attention to people who weren''t breaking thew ormitting crimes, especially Lu Jingyu, his ex-wife''s current husband. As long as he left his house, Yan Zhao wouldn''t give him much thought.


    Buttely, this Lu Jingyu kept popping up in conversations around him.


    At that moment, Chen Men, Song Huaihua, and Liu Xiaohong, the three sisters-inw, were chatting in the courtyard.


    They were also talking about Lu Jingyu.


    "The more I get to know him, I find Lu Jingyu is quite nice. He said I''d look good with short, permed hair. Look, I got it cut and permed. Don''t you think I look better now?" Liu Xiaohong said, stroking her hair.


    In fact, the short haircut made her look older.


    Song Huaihua also said: "Lu Jingyu is indeed not bad. To be fair, Zhou Xueqin has good taste. When he lived here, he politely greeted me every morning. I overheard him talking to Xueqin, and he never spoke ill of his wife. He''s considerate and oftenplimented Xueqin, saying she''s the most supportive wife in Yanguan Vige. When Xueqin left for the south, she kept looking back as she walked away."


    Lu Jingyu was smooth-talking and articte, a true friend to women.


    ...


    When he used to praise Men, he would say: "Women should be like our Men, simple and unadorned, hardworking, and willing to endure hardships."


    "A woman like my Men is a truly good woman, not meddling with her husband''s money or questioning his whereabouts, open-minded, sensible, earning respect from the bottom of one''s heart."


    "My Men is beyond reproach, getting up to cook for us even with a bad cold. A virtuous wife indeed, a virtuous wife."


    While he was spouting such words, his bottom seemed glued to the sofa, not moving an inch, eating the food cooked by the severely ill Chen Men as if it were his due.


    Whenmenting on women he didn''t like, he''d say: "Greedy andzy, and loves to dress up. Look at her makeup, what man would like that kind of woman?"


    The key was that he never reflected on himself and always believed that his set of values was the correct one.


    ...


    Chen Men wasn''t a strong-willed or ambitious woman.


    But she really wanted that job from Dongfang Group.


    There were so many migrant workers from her hometown. If she could get this contract, she could at least ensure they''d have work for three years and a ce to settle.


    Chen Men''s heart suddenly stirred.


    Yan Zhao knew Secretary Liu Ming, obviously he had done him a big favor, but he wouldn''t even answer his calls, let alone ask for any favors in return.


    But in this day and age, favors, or rather, rtionships, were unavoidable.


    Personal connections were the greatest resource.


    Moreover, she had always said she wanted to buy a piano for Yuanyuan, but all the money she earned from her engineering projects had been invested in the coal mine.


    Little Wang and Yuanyuan, along with the others, were all looking forward to the piano. If she didn''t take on another project soon, she wouldn''t be able to afford it.


    ...


    Chen Men had been living at Yan Zhao''s ce sincest month.


    Today, Yan Zhao actually brought Chen Men two sets of Montagutce underwear, one cream-colored and one light purple, with underwire. They were hanging on hangers and still smelled of soap.


    He had already washed them, and by hand at that.


    Women who have given birth naturally worry about sagging in certain areas, but Men''s particr area had a small band size but quite full cups. If the cups fit, the band was too wide; if the band fit, the cups were too small. Buying underwear was difficult, and department stores rarely differentiated cup and band sizes so specifically anymore. Sales assistants would just hand you whatever, and whether you got the right size was pure luck.


    It was surprising enough for a man to buy underwear, let alone a rough guy like Yan Zhao.


    And it was the best brand, Montagut. Surprisingly, he had bought the perfect fit.


    "Did you buy these yourself at the department store?" Chen Men asked.


    Yan Zhao thought for a moment and said kindly, "Mm-hmm." In fact, to buy the most poprce underwear in the smallest size, he had specifically called in some favors.


    She had to change into them right away.


    They fit perfectly, neither overflowing nor gaping. Chen Men asked curiously, "How did you know my cup size?"


    Yan Zhao extended onerge hand. Under Chen Men''s curious gaze, his hand slowly closed, getting smaller and smaller.


    "Put your hand away, let''s go to sleep," Chen Men quickly stopped him.


    She had always thought she was small enough, but with him, half of his pectoral muscles exposed, inparison, Men felt embarrassingly tiny next to him.


    However, after feeling dejected for just a moment, she remembered something extremely important: "You know Secretary Liu Ming from Dongfang Group, right? Their group is building staff apartments. Could you introduce me? I''d like to bid on the project."


    Yan Zhao saw Chen Men reaching back, unable to unfasten her bra, so he helped her from behind, putting it away neatly in the drawer. He then gave his warm spot in the bed to Chen Men and said, "You''ll have to do this yourself. If I put in a word, it would be seen as using connections."


    Chen Men slipped into the bed and felt a hot water bottle at her feet. The bed was warm from his body heat.


    This man was bing more and more considerate, almost meticulous in his care.


    She knew he definitely wouldn''t help her make the introduction, but in the business world, things were rarely straightforward. She just needed his "do it yourself" to use as leverage.


    For a woman who had been manipted by a PUA before, this "do it yourself" was like giving Chen Men wings to soar.


    Dongfang Group, she had to get in!


    "Thank you, Yan Zhao. You''re so good to me," Chen Men said instinctively, happily rolling over in her nket.


    But when she rolled towards Yan Zhao, he stilly there seriously, not even turning to face her.


    Was the nket not big enough, or was something wrong with him? Why couldn''t they sleep under the same covers?


    "Captain Yan, I''m really curious about something. Is it veryfortable sleeping alone under your own nket?" Unable to contain herself any longer, Chen Men asked.


    Yan Zhao''s voice turned husky, but his tone remained gentle: "You''re not feeling well, right? Let''s not share a nket. I might not be able to control myself."


    Chen Men gave up trying tomunicate with him.


    Apparently, this man hadn''t remarried since his divorce in his previous life.


    Now she understood. He was a bachelor by his own choice and ability!

 Chapter 60

    Although it was winter break, Yuanyuan still went to school every day to study vocal music with Song Lin.<span>0


    Little Wang didn''t want to go initially, but Chen Men signed him up for a basketball ss so he would have something to do while waiting for Yuanyuan.<span>0


    "We keep spending money like this, when will we finally be able to buy Yuanyuan a piano?" Little Wang was trying on a new pair of basketball shoes Chen Men had bought him.<span>0


    This mother was too extravagant with money, spending in ways that made Little Wang wince.<span>0


    When would they ever be able to afford Yuanyuan''s piano?<span>0


    Chen Men smiled and patted his backside. "Go on, try jumping in them."<span>0


    Cleats were for ser, with their anti-slip design. Basketball shoes had softer soles, especially good for jumping.<span>0


    Even among the children of Dongfang Group employees, few had such professional basketball shoes. They were mostly worn by older boys. Who would splurge on such expensive shoes for a growing child like Little Wang whose feet changed size every season?<span>0


    Little Wang dribbled the ball towards the hoop and jumped. Not only did he exim in surprise, but a group of kids ying basketball also gathered around, looking at him enviously.<span>0


    He was tall for his age. His father loved basketball, and he enjoyed it too. This was a dedicated ss with a coach, and the other kids were about the same height.<span>0


    Though there was some grumbling, once he got going, Little Wang turned out to be the best yer among all the children. After a m dunk, he turned to see his mother and Little Lang apuding from a distance.<span>0


    After watching for a while, Chen Men quietly slipped away to check on Yuanyuan''s piano practice.<span>0


    However, as soon as she stepped out, she saw Yan Bin and Yan Xishan standing at the school gate, deep in conversation. Yan Xishan looked utterly dejected as he patted Yan Bin''s shoulder before leaving.<span>0


    Once Yan Xishan was gone, Yan Bin rubbed his face, appearing equally downcast.<span>0


    "Second Brother, no work at the construction site today?" Chen Men asked as she approached.<span>0


    Everyone has their own troubles. Yan Bin had resigned from his government job. He''d made some money, but his life was in shambles. Song Huahua, due to her outstanding professional abilities, was about to be promoted to director. She maintained a cordial facade with Yan Bin but treated him like he was invisible. As for their sex life, it was nonexistent - he couldn''t afford to visit prostitutes, and his wife wouldn''t let him touch her.<span>0


    He had gone from being a revered deputy director at the police station to a nouveau riche''sckey. The frustration was overwhelming.<span>0


    But there was no going back after resigning from his government position. Men was his boss now, so he had to put on a friendly face.<span>0


    "I''m just looking around, heading to the site soon," Yan Bin said before leaving.<span>0


    Chen Men sensed that he and Yan Xishan must be up to something, but she decided not to pry.<span>0


    The truth was, on Yan Xishan''s orders, Yan Bin had been keeping tabs on Hu Xiaomei. Yan Xishan was waiting for the moment when Fan Xiang would help Hu Xiaomei conceive a child, so he could report them and catch them all at once.<span>0


    It sounded simple, but in practice, it was quite challenging.<span>0


    Fan Xiang''s family operated in legal gray areas. Fan Zhenhua worked in the public security system and knew thew well. All their actions were designed to exploit Hu Xiaomei, so if anything went wrong, she would bear all the responsibility.<span>0


    Like Yan Xishan, Hu Xiaomei was merely a scapegoat.<span>0


    In fact, Fan Xiang had recently made an example of someone as a warning to others. His methods and tactics, which Yan Bin had witnessed firsthand, had thoroughly frightened both him and Yan Xishan.<span>0


    So now, Yan Xishan wanted to let Hu Xiaomei off the hook.<span>0


    After all, Hu Xiaomei had been with him for several years, and Qi Dongmei had shown him kindness when he was down on his luck. Yan Xishan thought that if there was a way to bring down Fan Xiang, he would no longer hold a grudge against Hu Xiaomei.<span>0


    He had considered reporting Fan Xiang but feared that one attempt might not be enough to topple him. Given Fan Xiang''s influence, Yan Xishan worried about facing endless retaliation.<span>0


    So for now, they could only watch helplessly as Lu Jingyu cozied up to Fan Xiang, securing the Dongfang Group''s staff housing project and bing another overnight sess in Jindong District.<span>0


    Of course, at this point, neither Yan Bin nor Yan Xishan knew that Chen Men had already set her sights on the Dongfang Group''s staff housing project.<span>0


    It was just that she still had a lot of preparatory work to do, which was why she hadn''t taken action yet.<span>0


    Chinese New Year was on February 5th, and she had onlypleted all her preparations on February 2nd. After confirming that Liu Ming was at the factory, she took arge stack of documents and headed straight for the Dongfang Group''s office building.<span>0


    The Party Secretary had a personal assistant, so it wasn''t possible to see him directly. But as soon as Chen Men said, "I''m Yan Zhao''s wife," the assistant hurriedly went to inform the Secretary.<span>0


    Before long, Secretary Liu Ming personally came out to greet Chen Men.<span>0


    "You''re Yan Captain''s wife? I should have visited you myself, but Yan Captain doesn''t acknowledge me. My apologies. What brings you here today?" Secretary Liu received Chen Men with great respect.<span>0


    Chen Men was appropriately humble but didn''t forget to highlight her achievements: "I thought you knew me. I''m the one who contracted and built the cafeteria for our group."<span>0


    The reason Secretary Liu and Yan Zhao had any connection was as follows:<span>0


    Their group had shipped a batch of electronicponents to the south, but halfway through the journey, the train car had been broken into. The police in Guangzhou were reluctant to investigate properly, and arge number of valuable pagerponents were lost, with the case involving over 100,000 yuan.<span>0


    It was Yan Zhao who, upon hearing about this, took the initiative to help. He called a fellow officer in the Guangzhou public security system, which finally prompted the Guangzhou police to deploy forces and solve the case.<span>0


    At the time, Secretary Liu wanted to thank Yan Zhao, but Yan Zhao wouldn''t take his calls. Liu was puzzled, wondering if Yan Zhao was angry and if it would be difficult to ask for his help in the future.<span>0


    Now, here was Yan Zhao''s wife paying him a visit.<span>0


    Since she was Yan Zhao''s wife and wanted to do some work, giving her a small project in such arge group was no big deal.<span>0


    "As it happens, our group is nning to build a public restroom..." He assumed that as a woman, she wouldn''t have grand ambitions.<span>0


    A public restroom - let her quote her own price and make a small profit, he thought.<span>0


    Chen Men sat down, cing the leather briefcase she had specially bought on herp. She opened it slowly and looked up, enunciating each word clearly: "I''m currently building the office building for the Qinchuan Group."<span>0


    Liu Ming, who had been smiling casually until then, gradually stopped smiling and sat up straight.<span>0


    Although he didn''t know how Chen Men had secured the Qinchuan Group project, he was aware of the fierce internal struggles among the leadership of the Qinchuan Group over that office building.<span>0


    The person who finally won the project did so based on capability!<span>0


    With Yan Zhao as her background and her own proven abilities, Secretary Liu had no choice but to take Chen Men seriously.<span>0


    ...<span>0


    "Your credentials are indeed impressive. We''re currently in talks with construction teams. How about this - I''ll give Director Fan a call, and you can go see him. He''ll give you the blueprints, and you can prepare a formal budget proposal." After reviewing Chen Men''s materials, Liu Ming made his decision.<span>0


    Director Fan was Fan Xiang, who was in charge of the group''s development nning, bidding, and other rted matters.<span>0


    Liu Ming''s phone call was like a golden ticket. Getting the blueprints from Fan Xiang meant Chen Men had won without a fight, but at least she had defeated Lu Jingyu!<span>0


    Yan Bin had just heard that Chen Men had indeed convinced Yan Zhao to bid for the Dongfang Group''s project.<span>0


    He waited for her downstairs and took her bag when she came down. "Did you really secure the job?"<span>0


    "Go to Fan Xiang and ask for the blueprints to prepare the budget," Chen Men said.<span>0


    "Lu Jingyu has been hanging around Fan Xiang''s office every daytely. He was just there earlier. Won''t he be devastated when he hears this?" Yan Bin was shocked, his mouth agape.<span>0


    Making Lu Jingyu cry was exactly what Chen Men wanted.<span>0


    He and Zhou Xueqin could go around the world digging for money, draining all the wealth from China for all she cared. Chen Men wasn''t interested in that.<span>0


    But she just didn''t want him to get the Dongfang Group project. She didn''t want Lu Dabao to attend the Dongfang school.<span>0


    The world was vast, and they could live in luxury wherever they pleased, as long as it wasn''t right under her nose.<span>0


    Yan Zhao had driven Lu Jingyu out of Yanguan Vige, and now Chen Men wanted to drive himpletely out of Jindong District.<span>0


    As for Yan Zhao''s situation:<span>0


    The Chinese New Year period was always the busiest time for the public security system, with nearly 24-hour shifts. They had to check for overloaded buses, handle fights and brawls, and deal with various fireworks-rted idents.<span>0


    As the New Year approached, domestic disputes, conflicts, and violent crimes would surge. For the police, the New Year was truly a challenging time. To address this, Yan Zhao had arranged shifts, nning to work 24-hour shifts during the high-risk period from New Year''s Eve to the fifth day of the new year, with days off on the seventh and ninth.<span>0


    Before the New Year, he received his final payment, including funds for three third-ss merits. He then ordered arge color TV for his family. This year, the children would be able to watch the Spring Festival G in color.<span>0


    Yan Zhao was just about to go pick up the TV when he received the phone call.<span>0


    Secretary Liu had called his office directly.<span>0


    "Captain Yan, your wife must have mentioned to you that she wants to do some work for our Dongfang Group. I''ve already arranged everything for her..." Liu Ming said with a smile.<span>0


    Yan Zhao had been of great help to Dongfang Group on an electronics product case.<span>0


    Although Yan Zhao was just a low-ranking inspector and Liu Ming was a high-level leader, Yan Zhao had manyrades in various police systems across the country.<span>0


    For Yan Zhao, solving cases was his duty, and he didn''t seek rewards.<span>0


    But for Secretary Liu, society had changed. In his view, the police would only work diligently on cases if they received benefits.<span>0


    So, by leveraging connections and taking advantage of Secretary Liu''s desire to give Yan Zhao some favors, Chen Men had managed to secure the project in one go.<span>0


    Yan Zhao was stunned for a moment, then remembered that Chen Men had asked him one night if he could introduce her to Secretary Liu, which he had refused at the time.<span>0


    Did this mean Chen Men had gone to see Secretary Liu herself?<span>0


    Regarding the project, Yan Zhao had only just started to learn about it because Chen Men had begun working on it.<span>0


    Any industry is just work, and capable people should be in charge.<span>0


    But was Chen Men there because of his connections?<span>0


    Or was she truly capable?<span>0


    His attitude and behavior remained consistent: "Don''t give her any special treatment or privileges. Secretary Liu, everything should be done ording to policies, regtions, and your unit''s procedures."<span>0


    "Yes, yes, of course. Everything will go through the bidding process. I just wanted to let you know. By the way, we''re really grateful for your help on that case in Guangzhou..." Just as Secretary Liu finished expressing his gratitude, Yan Zhao said, "No need to thank me, it''s my duty," and hung up the phone.<span>0


    Secretary Liu was left holding the phone, frowning: Was Yan Zhao pleased or displeased?<span>0


    Today, because they needed to bring home a TV, Little Liu was driving Yan Zhao back.<span>0


    Yan Zhao not only bought a TV but also borrowed a VCR from the equipment department at the bureau.<span>0


    Every month, the Public Security Department would produce a video tape on various types of cases, including traffic safety, fraud, and homicide. These tapes were distributed to various branch offices for publicity and legal education purposes.<span>0


    In the 1990s, one of the most important aspects of police work was promoting legal awareness and educating the public about thew.<span>0


    He nned to bring home a legal education video about fraud cases. He was supposed to go to the equipment department, but as he passed by the evidence room, he saw a tape on the shelf and took it along.<span>0


    Today was the 27th day of thest lunar month. Yan Zhao had been busy all day without eating. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a familiar aroma of wheat, with hints of onion and sesame.<span>0


    He had served in the army in Xinjiang and had fallen in love with naan bread there, but after transferring to the Chengdu Military Region, he hadn''t eaten it since.<span>0


    Hungry and suddenly smelling naan, he was so famished that instead of immediately setting up the TV, he rushed into the kitchen.<span>0


    Sure enough, it was naan, and it was the leavened naan that Yan Zhao loved most, sprinkled with sesame and onion, with a brown bottom. It must have been bought from outside, a stack of ten in total.<span>0


    Chen Men was stewingmb soup, and Little Lang was sitting on a small stool next to the stove, munching on naan.<span>0


    Yan Zhao immediately tore off a big piece.<span>0


    Eating dry naan like this, Yan Zhao could devour a whole one in one breath.<span>0


    Moreover, Chen Men immediatelydled out a bowl ofmb soup, sprinkled it with garlic sprouts and green onions, and handed it to him.<span>0


    "A big TV!" Yuanyuan, who had just finished practicing piano, eximed as she entered: "Did Dad buy it for us?"<span>0


    "Can''t we stop wasting money like this? If you keep buying things all the time, when will we ever be able to afford a piano?" Little Wang followed, looking worried.<span>0


    Yan Zhao swallowed the naan in a few big bites, carried the TV into his bedroom, and called out, "Lan,e in here for a moment."<span>0


    Whenever he called her "Lan," Little Wang and Yuanyuan would exchange a knowing nce.<span>0


    Strangely, these two children weren''t angry, nor did they be distant because their dad was being nice to their mom. Instead, they seemed to be in cahoots, making fun of the two adults.<span>0


    What was it called? They wereughing at the mushy love stuff.<span>0


    But that wasn''t actually the case. Chen Men had been to Dongfang Group today, and Liu Ming would definitely call Yan Zhao. Yan Zhao calling her in wasn''t to show affection, but to interrogate her.<span>0


    Interrogate away, who''s afraid of whom?<span>0


    Chen Men''s small chest was puffed out higher than anyone''s at this moment, her waist thicker than anyone''s.<span>0


    "Have you got all your qualifications in order? Can I see them?" Yan Zhao asked while unpacking the TV from its foam box.<span>0


    Of course, Chen Men had all her qualifications in order, and her construction qualifications were probably the most standardized in all of Xiping City.<span>0


    However, the air conditioner Yan Zhao bought was installed in the children''s bedroom. Why would he want to watch the new color TV all by himself?<span>0


    This bedroom, apart from her, was rarely entered by the children. Even when their dad wasn''t home, Little Lang would turn around at the door and pout, saying, "Dad''s dark room, not going in!"<span>0


    "Why don''t we put this TV in Yuanyuan and Little Lang''s room? The whole family can watch together. Why put it in our bedroom?" Chen Men said.<span>0


    Yan Zhao asked in return, "Don''t you want to watch?"<span>0


    Chen Men indeed didn''t like watching TV. In her future life, she had used smartphones andputers, and didn''t enjoy watching current TV shows, so she said, "Let''s put it in their room. I don''t really like watching TV."<span>0


    "We''ll set it up in our room first. There''s a videotape we both need to watch tonight," Yan Zhao said, pping the legal education tape on the table.<span>0


    Chen Men took one look and saw it was a legal education tape about fraud. She immediatelyughed, "Captain Yan, I bet not everyone who wants to do business gets this kind of treatment. Isn''t this supposed to be for criminals?"<span>0


    She hadn''t broken anyws, yet he was making her watch legal education videos?<span>0


    Yan Zhao sought the facts: "This tape contains many typical fraud cases. Since you''ve started doing construction work, from migrant workers to suppliers to contractors, there are fraud and scamming techniques at every level. Let''s watch it together and try to avoid being cheated in as many ways as possible."<span>0


    The reasoning sounded good, but in reality, he was afraid she might use his authority for personal gain.<span>0


    Men had prepared themb soup, soaking the naan she had specially bought from the city. The aroma was heavenly.<span>0


    But no matter how fragrant the soup was, it couldn''t tempt Little Wang.<span>0


    While the adults were spending money like water, he was saving, pinching every penny to buy a piano for Yuanyuan.<span>0


    As soon as Dad brought out the TV, he had already dragged a cardboard box as big as himself to the recycling station to exchange for money.<span>0


    As Yan Zhao set up the TV, he looked at Chen Men''s qualifications. First was a small card, surprisingly machine-printed, with her name on it. The title read: General Manager of Xingda Construction Team, Chen Men.<span>0


    Xingda? Wasn''t that supposed to mean prosperity and sess?<span>0


    The name was quite tacky.<span>0


    "This is called a business card. Currently, only I have one, but we''ll print a box each for my brother and Yan Binter, to use when we go out for projects. We hand out these cards, and people who want to do construction work will find us," Chen Men exined with a smile.<span>0


    Yan Zhao nodded. Was this called casting a wide?<span>0


    After setting up the TV, he still needed to go out and install the antenna. However, he sat on the edge of the bed as Chen Men took out another document and asked, "What''s this?"<span>0


    "It''s a ''Labor Dispatch Notice.'' It proves that I''m qualified to employ workers and that I''m protected by the Labor Bureau," Chen Men said, then pulled out another document: "This is an ''Individual Business License,'' with registered capital of 300,000 yuan. And here''s the tax payment certificate for the ie from thest project. How about that, Captain Yan? Are my qualificationsplete?"<span>0


    Yan Zhao patted the TV and said, "I''ll go install our antenna." The qualifications were indeedplete, leaving the stern-faced man speechless.<span>0


    In her previous life, Zhou Xueqin had scolded and cried,ining that Yan Zhao was inconsiderate.<span>0


    So Chen Men was mentally prepared. She would earn a little less, pay taxes diligently, not owe money to the workers, and just not break thew. Wasn''t that enough?<span>0


    There were so many people in the construction business, and shoddy projects would bemonce in the future. Lu Jingyu had once used rebar as thin as a thumb for a 20-story building to save money, always used the lowest grade cement unless she was watching, and had even tried to use rebar as thin as a little finger when building an overpass. Fortunately, an overpass elsewhere had copsed, leading to nationwide rectification, so he didn''t dare take the risk.<span>0


    She was surely better than Lu Jingyu, right?<span>0


    Just as she was feeling proud of herself, the phone suddenly rang.<span>0


    "Hello, is this Chen Men? ... It''s me, Lu Jingyu..." As expected, it was Lu Jingyu, and he was panting as soon as he picked up the phone. After a while, he finally said, "You''ve really outdone yourself."<span>0


    Half a month ago, he only thought she had turned into a shrew, but today she was brazenly stealing his business. Who would believe it if he told them?<span>0


    Lu Jingyu simply couldn''t believe it.<span>0


    The truth was, while he was busy maintaining his rtionship with Fan Xiang and stuffing money into pockets, Chen Men had gone directly to the top leader and snatched his job away.<span>0


    However, Chen Men didn''t waste words with Lu Jingyu. In her previous life, she had never done anything bad or unscrupulous, yet she had suffered injustice her whole life. In this life, she only wanted the few children she loved to not suffer unfairness.<span>0


    As for Lu Jingyu, he could take Lu Dabao and roll as far away as possible.<span>0


    "You''ve dialed the wrong number," she said calmly, hanging up with a click.<span>0


    With New Year''s Eve approaching, tomorrow Yuanyuan wouldn''t practice piano, Little Wang had finished his winter break homework, and the family had a new big-screen TV to watch together.<span>0


    But their stern-faced father actually wanted to take Little Lang along to practice horse stance, starting right after dinner.<span>0


    Little Wang felt a bit indignant: "Dad, if Little Lang has to do horse stance, why doesn''t Yuanyuan have to do it too?"<span>0


    "Because you told me that if Yan Shengnan was ever bullied, you would protect her. I thought you wanted to make yourself stronger to protect your sister. It seems that''s not the case - do you want your sister to protect you instead?" Yan Zhao asked, hands behind his back.<span>0


    Yuanyuan was taking a bath with her mom, singing andughing in the bathroom. Oh my, mom was scrubbing her again. Probably hearing Little Wang''sint, mom called out: "Little Wang, practice your horse stance well, and tomorrow mom will fry you some big crispy twist donuts."<span>0


    Little Wang immediately puffed out his chest. Not only would he do horse stance, but he''d also punch the sandbag hard - a real man had to be tough.<span>0


    Little Lang couldn''t hold the stance for long before he wanted to eat nang bread again. Moreover, he still hadn''t learned to fear his stern father. As a result, he snuck into the kitchen and, following the scent, saw that the nang bread had been ced by his father in a small basket on top of the freezer, out of reach.<span>0


    "Yan Minng, go do horse stance for another twenty minutes right now," Yan Zhao said sternly.<span>0


    Little Lang ignored him, his eyes only on the bread. He was still trying to find a stool to reach it when his father''s first-ever pnded on his bottom. This chubby, slow-to-react child was dragged out of the kitchen by his father and ced in the courtyard before he finally let out a wail: "Ow, it hurts!" His father wasn''t just dark-faced, but dark-hearted too.<span>0


    However, thismotion had a great effect. By ten o''clock, Little Lang was so tired he forgot about being hungry and was snoring sadly on the kang bed.<span>0


    Only then did Yan Zhao turn on the TV, connecting the VCR to it and gesturing for Chen Men to y the tape. He himself had to wash out the underwear that he and Chen Men had worn that day.<span>0


    The anti-fraud educational film was all about various engineering scams and frauds, inevitably involving sex and money-power transactions. He didn''t want the children to see these things too early, which was why he had hurried them to bed.<span>0


    The TV station was broadcasting the TV series "Women and Dogs by the Fence". It had just finished, and the end credits song "Shadow of the Fence" sung by Mao Amin was ying. The stars were still the same stars, the moon still the same moon, and the voice of the veteran singer was truly beautiful.<span>0


    But even though Men wanted to listen to the end, Yan Zhao wouldn''t let her: "y the tape, I''ll help you wash the clothes."<span>0


    As soon as the video started ying, Chen Men felt something was off. The man appearing on the poor-quality screen vaguely looked like a Western man, chatting with a foreign woman. The woman was wearing only a camisole, while the man was in a suit, but his facial expression was odd.<span>0


    Yan Zhao was also frowning, but quickly exined: "This must be a big international crime prevention film."<span>0


    Chen Men still felt it wasn''t right. Although the country had opened up, it hadn''t reached the point where the Public Security Bureau could hire foreigners to make educational films.<span>0


    She suspected it was a porn film, and a hardcore one at that. Sure enough, in the next scene, the woman bent over, reaching down with her hand...<span>0


    Yan Zhao stood up and walked towards the TV, watching with a shocked expression, a dripping pair of underwear in his hand, water trickling into the basin as he squeezed it.<span>0


    It wasn''t that he had never seen such things before. They raided video halls every day, catching people showing this stuff in the dead of night.<span>0


    But recently, Yan Zhao and his team hadn''t caught any pornographic videos for a long time. Instead, whenever they went, they only saw people watching various legal education videos.<span>0


    Moreover, the video halls were mostly stocked with legal education tapes. The police had often praised the video hall operators for this, believing they were purifying society.<span>0


    The implication was that the crooks were always one step ahead. While they were working hard to catch and educate people, this was how those bastards at the video halls were handling "legal education"?<span>0


    Chen Men nearly diedughing on the bed. She couldn''t help but ask: "Captain Yan, don''t you catch this stuff every day? Have you watched it before? What are your thoughts after watching?"<span>0


    Yan Zhao kept staring at the screen for a long time, then asked Chen Men: "You''ve seen this before, haven''t you?" This clever man had noticed that she didn''t blush or get flustered at such scenes.<span>0


    Chen Men almost blurted out: "You''re not human if you haven''t seen it."<span>0


    But she couldn''t break character, so she immediately covered her eyes: "It''s so scary, turn it off quickly!"<span>0


    The underwear washing was forgotten, and the lights were turned off.<span>0


    After a long while, Yan Zhao made himself a separate bed andy down. It took a long time before his breathing evened out.<span>0


    "Thoughts?" After a very long time, he finally said in a deep voice: "Western men aren''t as big as they say, are they?"<span>0


    Damn it, hadn''t he learned anything useful?<span>0

 Chapter 61

    Lu Jingyu is currently currying favor with Fan Xiang, who once had a debt of gratitude to Yan Xishan and has been a senior leader in the management department of Dongfang Group for a full thirty years since its establishment. Moreover, his son works at the city bureau, making Fan Xiang the true local snake in Jindong District.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although Chen Men snatched Lu Jingyu''s project from Secretary Liu using Yan Zhao''s connections, she isn''t afraid of Lu Jingyu but is somewhat wary of Fan Xiang. This is because Fan Xiang has always been a character that could make all the nouveau riche in Xiping City tremble with fear, even in his past life. Yan Xishan''s set of behavior methods that bend but don''t break thew were learned from Fan Xiang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So when snatching the project, Chen Men was certain she could secure it and drive Lu Jingyu out of Dongfang Group, but her concern was that by grabbing the job and directly liaising with Secretary Liu Ming, she would bypass Fan Xiang and wouldn''t give him any money. In this situation, she worried whether Fan Xiang would find ways to deal with her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had secured the project, but to actually carry it out, she needed to be on full alert and couldn''t afford even the slightest mistake. Otherwise, as the director in charge of outsourcing, Fan Xiang could kick her out at any time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, with Lu Jingyu losing the project, given his nagging, monk-like personality, she knew he would certainlyin to Yan Zhao if she ignored him. He would try to reason with Yan Zhao, persuading him to make her withdraw from the project, pressuring her to back off through Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With the New Year approaching, this was a worrying point for Chen Men. She needed to make money because her current funds were far from enough to raise the children, but she didn''t want to argue with Yan Zhao during the festive season.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Early in the morning, the phone rang again. Chen Men thought it was Lu Jingyu and was ready to give him a good scolding, but when she picked up, Lu Jingyu let out a long sigh and said, "Men, I need to tell you something, but you absolutely can''t tell anyone."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Zhou Xueqin went south to sell coal, but just as she reached Jiangsu, the coal spontaneouslybusted," Lu Jingyu said weakly, letting out a long groan before continuing, "She''s strong-willed and doesn''t want others to know about this incident. Can you please not tell anyone?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men felt a chill run down her spine. Although she was shocked at first, she wasn''t entirely surprised.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Coal that hasn''t gone through the washing process has a lot of impurities and dust on its surface. During long-distance transport, it''s sealed in coal trucks. While this is fine in the northern winter, the south is in its plum rain season. The heat from the coal can''t dissipate, and being enclosed for a long time makes it prone to spontaneousbustion.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was why she had been pressuring Yan Xishan to ensure the washing process was done properly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In her past life, several coal bosses in Xiping City had been reduced to poverty when their coal spontaneouslybusted while being transported south.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin had already been stabbed over buying government bonds, and now her coal hadbusted. Her road to sudden wealth seemed quite challenging.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Her stab wound hasn''t healed, and I heard she''s been running a high fever since arriving in the south. I need to go south now," Lu Jingyu paused for a moment before continuing, "I would have definitelypeted with you for the Dongfang Group project if Xueqin hadn''t been injured. But now that she''s in trouble, I have to go south, so I won''t fight you for it. However, I should let you know that Fan Xiang seems to really dislike you. He told me that even if you managed to snatch the job, he wouldn''t let you have an easy time with it."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In fact, when Fan Xiang heard that Chen Men hade to grab the project, he had sneered and said, "A woman wants to handle a construction project? Young people are too impulsive. Chen Men and Yan Zhao''s marriage has been going smoothly, they haven''t been taught a lesson by anyone yet. It''s about time someone taught her one."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although Lu Jingyu and Chen Men were rivals when it came to their children''spetition and making money from projects, they were still fellow townspeople when facing Fan Xiang, and there were countless ties between them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even though Lu Jingyu was furious at Chen Men''sck of consideration, he still chose to tell her about Fan Xiang''s n to deal with her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Of course, Lu Jingyu wasn''t an utterly wicked person. Since marrying him, Zhou Xueqin had been by his side through thick and thin, working hard to earn money for him. Now that she had fallen ill in the south, he had to go and save her, so he decided not topete with Chen Men for the project anymore.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With a click, Lu Jingyu hung up the phone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just then, Yan Zhao came in with Yuanyuan and Little Wang, carrying a winnowing basket and a broom.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao asked, "Who was on the phone?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men thought for a moment and decided to keep the news about Zhou Xueqin''s coalbustion to herself. There was no other reason except that she didn''t want Little Wang to be unhappy during the New Year celebrations.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    While others celebrate New Year''s Eve on the thirtieth day of the lunar month, Yan Zhao''s family had to celebrate early on the twenty-ninth because he would be working six consecutive night shifts starting the next day.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So today, he needed to put up couplets, clean the house, and wee the ancestors in advance.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Most importantly, Yan Zhao had to lead Little Wang, Yuanyuan, and Little Lang to make a phone call to his father, Yan Peiheng, who was in the capital.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As the daughter-inw meeting her father-inw for the first time, this would also be Chen Men''s first time speaking to her father-inw on the phone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At this moment, Little Wang was quietly chatting with Yuanyuan: "I actually don''t want to call grandpa."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Why not?" Yuanyuan whispered.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    How could Little Wang exin? During the years when his father was in the army, Zhou Xueqin''s family had lost a lot of money in the woolen mill, and creditors were pursuing them fiercely. When Zhou Xueqin had nowhere to turn, she would call the capital to borrow money from Yan Peiheng.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Every time she needed to borrow money, she would make the call and have Little Wang call out "Grandpa."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Peiheng would say nothing but would send the money over.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    There were probably some other things involved, but those were beyond the children''s understanding.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang had vaguely heard Zhou Xueqin mention that Yan Peiheng felt guilty towards Su Wen, but he didn''t dare let Yan Zhao know, so when she asked for money, he would definitely give it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Of course, Little Wang would never tell his father about these things, nor would he tell anyone else. He hoped that the stern grandfather would like him, and he didn''t want his father to argue with the stern grandfather. As much as he could, Little Wang hoped that the whole family could get along well.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It''s okay, when the call connects, I''ll talk to grandpa," Yuanyuanforted Little Wang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang''s uncle Yan Jun was abroad and had three sons, but they were foreign children that Yan Peiheng couldn''t see.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His second uncle Yan Wei and his wife had once had a son, but he died prematurely, and Yan Wei''s wife had her tubes tied, so the couple had no children.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang still remembered that when Little Lang was born, Zhou Xueqin and her mother hadmented, wondering why Little Lang couldn''t have been a girl, as Yan Peiheng particrly liked little girls.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If Little Lang had been a little girl, Yan Peiheng might have given them arge sum of money at once, allowing them to quickly pay off their debts.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So grandfather should like Yuanyuan, right? After all, Yuanyuan is a little girl.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The three little ones held hands. Yuanyuan was full of curiosity about her grandfather, Little Lang looked bewildered, and Little Wang was full of apprehension.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, just as Yan Zhao was ready to dial the capital, the home phone rang again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men thought it might be Lu Jingyu, but when she answered, the person on the other end said, "Hello, sister-inw? It''s me, Ma Bo. Can you put our Captain Yan on the phone?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After Yan Zhao finished the call, he put his pager in his pocket and turned, preparing to leave: "Just now, there was a car ident at Dongfang Group. One person was killed, and the driver who caused the ident has reported it. I need to go and handle it quickly."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "During the New Year, someone got killed in an ident. Will that guy who was driving go to prison?" In Chen Men''s view, killing someone while driving on the main road deserved execution.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao put on his olive green jacket from the coat rack and said, "ording to the Traffic Law, as long as it''s not drunk driving, drug driving, or other dangerous driving, if the driver voluntarily turns himself in after hitting someone, actively sends the victim to the hospital for treatment, and sincerelypensates, the criminal responsibility can be waived at discretion. It would be a suspended sentence, no need for imprisonment."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was indeed the case with traffic idents. Now there was still criminal responsibility, but in the future, when someone was killed in an ident, criminal responsibility would hardly be questioned. The two parties in the ident would only discusspensation, it would just be about money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Now, with the increase of cars and trucks, traffic idents were bing more and more frequent.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was even considering discussing with Yan Dawei about taking turns to pick up and drop off the children starting from next semester.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The school wasn''t far, but there were too many cars, making the route to school too unsafe.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I''m leaving. Please take care of things at home for the next few days," Yan Zhao was about to go out when he suddenly turned back, staring intently at Chen Mei: "That videotape... should I leave it for you?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Take it away, quickly take it away," Chen Men said immediately.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    What did he think she was, spending New Year''s Eve alone at home watching adult films?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    On New Year''s Eve, of course, the whole family would watch the Spring Festival G together. With Yan Zhao absent, the entire family squeezed onto the round kang bed to sleep.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    On the first day of the New Year, the children could y to their heart''s content. Chen Degong and his wife had gone back to their hometown, and the construction site was on holiday, so Chen Men could also take a good rest.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, Little Wang was never one to sit still. Recently, he had made a lot of money selling cassette tapes, and yesterday Chen Men had given them each ten yuan as New Year''s money. Little Wang said nothing but bought some nk tapes and urgently had Yuanyuan record several popr new songs the night before.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Songs like "Follow Your Feelings," "Grandma''s Penghu Bay," and "Love Song 1990."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    These songs had just been released, and people didn''t know who the original singers were, they just thought they sounded good.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, during these few days around New Year''s Eve, people from Dongfang Factory, Ximei Factory, and all the big factories were on holiday and out and about, so his tapes had sold outpletely.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was shocking to learn that Little Wang had saved up exactly 172 yuan just from selling Yuanyuan''s tapes, making him incredibly wealthy now.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, during the New Year period, Third Sister-inw Huang was also about to give birth. Chen Men didn''t know what to give as a gift, so she took advantage of these few free days to prepare to sew a couple of small clothes for the newborn baby to wear.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Dad!" Yuanyuan eximed from outside, "Howe you''re here? Quick,e in and sit down."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men thought Yan Zhao had returned and her heart leaped with joy for a moment, but when she saw Yan Xishan''s figure through the window, she sat back down.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan wore a brown woolen overcoat, a ck fedora, shiny leather shoes, and a white shirt, looking as handsome as if he''d just stepped out of the television. He pulled out a few red envelopes from his pocket, first offering one to Little Wang, but saying with a smile, "Call me dad and I''ll let you hear it."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang wouldn''t call him that, no matter how big the red envelope was.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan opened the envelope: "This is US dors, you''ve never seen it before, right?" he said, then handed the envelope to Men: "Here, it''s US dors from a friend, take it and have fun."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan was the happiest when her real dad came. She busied herself finding twisted cruller and fried dough for Yan Xishan, wanting him to take some home to eat.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men didn''t ept the red envelope, instead she had to ask Yan Xishan about some matters at the mine.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The issue of spontaneousbustion of coal from Zhou Xueqin''s group of nouveau riche would be collectively concealed by the coal bosses who had gone south due to involving many debts. The coal bosses in Xiping City probably wouldn''t know about it until muchter.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But the fact proved that unwashed coal was too easy tobust spontaneously.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If Yan Xishan really wanted to do coal business, he couldn''t be careless about this aspect.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan hadn''t been to Yanguan Vige for a long time and wanted to have a good chat with Chen Men. Just as he walked to the window, intending to talk more, he suddenly saw Little Wang crouching behind Men with something ck and hollow in his hand ¨C it was actually a gun barrel.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao was a police officer who carried a gun, so they had such things at home. Yan Xishan was terrified and immediately raised both hands: "Yan Xiaowang, don''t y with guns, put it down quickly, be careful of misfires."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang suddenly shouted: "Then call me dad and let me hear it!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan was scared out of his wits: "Alright, alright, you''re my father, okay?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang bit his lip with his canine teeth, his hand resting on Men''s shoulder, and there was a sudden ''pop''.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan covered his head with his hands, bent over, and let out a miserable cry. His beautiful felt hat fell to the ground.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang and Little Lang burst intoughter: "Haha, uncle got scared!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It turned out to be a toy gun that shot out sparks, just like a cheap lighter.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan was about ready toe in and hit someone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men red at them for a long time. Little Wang sheepishly handed the lighter to Chen Men and said, "Uncle Yan, I''m sorry."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan saw her father looking so disheveled and was certainly unhappy. She picked up his hat, dusted it off thoroughly, and tiptoed to put it back on her father''s head. Then she looked at her father with a worried expression.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After thinking for a moment, she knelt down and kowtowed to her father: "Dad, I''m giving you New Year''s greetings. I wish you good health and a long life. You must stay healthy, okay?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan had to maintain rtionships by giving out a lot of money during holidays. Even with Fan Xiang, who desperately wanted his life, he still had to give the money he was supposed to.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In front of anyone else, he was the one who had to kneel and kowtow. Only this little girl would kowtow to him, and only she truly hoped he could live a healthy life.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He crouched down to look at his daughter and reached out to pat her little head: "Darling, you know, right? You''re the one I love most in this life, and also the one I''ve let down the most."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Eat more twisted cruller and fried dough, drink less alcohol, you''re too thin," Yuanyuan handed the packed New Year goods to Yan Xishan, then turned to re at Little Wang before whispering, "My brother isn''t bad, he''s just naughty. Don''t be angry."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As Yan Xishan turned to leave, he waved to his daughter, and she waved back: "Goodbye, Dad."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After Yan Xishan left, Chen Men gave Little Wang and Little Lang a lecture, and she also confiscated the lighter that looked like a handgun.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She would have to wait for Yan Zhao toe back and see if he would allow them to y with it. If Yan Zhao didn''t allow it, she couldn''t let them y with it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was too scary.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The children watched the rebroadcast of the Spring Festival G on TV,ughing heartily at Zhao Lirong''sedic performance of smashing pots.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just then, the phone rang, and Chen Men answered it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Men, Xiaomei is actually quite pitiful," It was Yan Xishan again. He had just left, why was he calling again?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Xiaomei being pitiful had nothing to do with Chen Men.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was about to hang up when Yan Xishan continued: "She''s wearing a fake belly, staying in that clinic, and now she''s telling me she''s about to give birth. Fan Zhenhua''s wife leaked a lot of ultrasound information about pregnant women at the provincial hospital to her. Xiaomei is now preparing to steal a son for me from somewhere. I really can''t keep up the act anymore, and I don''t want her tomit a crime. So, I''m thinking of giving her 30,000 yuan to keep her quiet, then discuss with her that we''ll say the baby was miscarried and that''ll be the end of it. What do you think?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    All of Yan Xishan''s money was in Yuanyuan''s ount. He was saying all this actually intending to use Yuanyuan''s money to pay off his mistress.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    iming to love Yuanyuan, yet wanting to use Yuanyuan''s money to pay off his mistress?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men felt she had done absolutely nothing wrong in taking back the shares back then.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Do whatever you want, but you won''t get a single cent of Yuanyuan''s money to give to other women. If you really care about Xiaomei, go earn money yourself to support her, support her for life!" Chen Men said, then hung up the phone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Soon after, Yan Xishan called again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And as soon as he spoke, he asked: "Chen Men, do you know how muchpensation a driver has to pay if they kill someone in a car ident?" After a pause, he added: "30,000 yuan, that''s all my life is worth to the bastard."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Recently, Fan Xiang and his son were nning to deal with someone, also a small-time nouveau riche who, after making it big, stopped listening to Fan Xiang, refused to give Fan Xiang the money he was supposed to, and even nned to report Fan Xiang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Fan Xiang hired someone, and just yesterday, they directly ran over the target with a car, killing him. Then they entered thepensation process. Because the driver showed a good attitude in admitting fault and wasn''t drunk driving or driving dangerously, he only had to pay 30,000 yuan inpensation, was detained for one night, and was released today.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So if Yan Xishan didn''t obey, and Fan Xiang found out, his life would also only be worth 30,000 yuan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And this kind of behind-the-scenes operation really existed in the 1990s.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Yesterday? Was it the incident where someone was run over behind Dongfang Group?" Chen Men became interested after hearing this.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan paused: "How do you know about that?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    How did Chen Men know? Wasn''t it this case that Yan Zhao went to handle yesterday?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Fan Xiang, that local snake, Chen Men hadn''t encountered in her previous life, but she knew of his insidious cunning.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan had been suppressed by Fan Xiang all his life, unable to raise his head.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As a leader of the city''s Public Security Bureau, instructing others to run people over with cars ¨C wasn''t that enough of a crime to warrant execution?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Since Yan Xishan knew about it, why didn''t he report it?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You think it''s that easy? Even if I report it, it doesn''t mean Yan Zhao will be the one to investigate. Don''t overestimate Yan Zhao''s power. Fan Zhenhua is his superior, and the connections at the top are intricate. If he moves against Fan Zhenhua, do you think Fan Zhenhua''s connections will just sit idly by? Aren''t you afraid Yan Zhao might end up dead?" Yan Xishan continued.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The Fan Xiang father and son were typical ck society members with protective umbres, but with this kind of ck society, whoever moves against them ends up in trouble.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was also the reason for Yan Xishan''s distress.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He couldn''t keep up the act in front of Hu Xiaomei anymore. He couldn''t ept that child, but he also didn''t dare to break free from Fan Xiang''s control.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He could report the case, and if Yan Zhao took it, he would certainly investigate.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the past, Yan Xishan wouldn''t have worried about anything else. He would have used Yan Zhao''s integrity and intolerance for injustice to bring down Fan Xiang, and that would have been the end of it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But now Yan Zhao could very likely face retaliation, even lose his life.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan owed Yuanyuan so much. The more the child loved and protected him, the more ashamed he felt.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan not only loved him but also loved Yan Zhao. Yan Zhao was also his childhood friend. In today''s dark society, with collusion between officials and businessmen, and rampant criminal forces, Yan Zhao was an upright person. He didn''t want anything to happen to Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After listening to Yan Xishan''s litany of woes, Chen Men let out a coldugh: "Don''t act so sanctimonious. If you choose to report it, Yan Zhao will surely find a way to investigate the case. As for money, keep dreaming. I won''t give you a single cent."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In his previous life, Yan Zhao had risen to be the Chief of Police in the capital city. Hadn''t he eliminated numerous criminal organizations?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had never heard of Yan Zhao or his son facing retaliation.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So he must have his own wisdom in handling his work.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Fan Xiang had be so brazen as to order someone to hit people with a car, endangering lives. Even if Yan Xishan didn''t say anything, Chen Men would definitely tell Yan Zhao about this.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for Yan Xishan, no matter how pitiful he sounded, Chen Men wouldn''t let him use a single cent on his own.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If he truly loved Hu Xiaomei, he should find a way to get money for her himself.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Shortly after hanging up the phone, Teacher Huang came into the yard: "Men, I need your help. My third sister-inw said her belly feels tight on and off today. She might be going intobor. We need to get to the hospital quickly. Could you call an ambnce for us?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    During the New Year, it was impossible to hire a car, pregnant women couldn''t ride in motorized tricycles, and buses were packed like sardine cans.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The third sister-inw was also an older mother, about to give birth. Calling an ambnce to go to the hospital was the best choice.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Go back and prepare the hospital bag quickly. I''ll call right away," Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Alright." Teacher Huang said, turning to leave. He then took out three one-yuan notes from his pocket and ced them in front of Little Lang, Little Wang, and the others: "Here, some New Year''s money."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "In the new year, I wish Teacher Huang good health and safety, and for Third Sister-inw to give birth to a lovely, cute, chubby baby girl," Little Wang immediately blurted out, taking back the money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Teacher Huang was amused and gave him a thumbs up: "Yan Xiaowang, every word you say hits the mark."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It will alle true, I guarantee it," Little Wang said, raising his hand.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan and Little Lang were about to politely decline, but now they had to take the money and join in with well-wishes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan frowned at her brother and couldn''t help saying, "Brother, you''re the most money-loving person I''ve ever seen."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "No, the person you love most, your own father, is," Little Wang said proudly. "But in the future, I''ll definitely be richer than your father, so don''t like him. He''s just a bastard."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan pouted at her brother and gave him her one yuan as well, saying softly, "That''s not true. The person I love most is Mom."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang also gave his money to Little Wang: "Brother, I love you the most."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang immediately gave Little Lang a smacking kiss.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men hung up the phone and looked at Little Lang, whose cheeks were distorted from his brother and sister''s kisses.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind: During the New Year, when there were fewer doctors and nurses in the hospitals, she had once heard someone say that people took advantage of the holiday to sneak into hospitals and steal babies.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She hoped Hu Xiaomei wouldn''t get desperate and try to steal a baby from the hospital in the next few days!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Fan Xiang had be so brazen as to deliberately attempt murder. Yan Zhao would surely deal with him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hu Xiaomei was just a small pawn, despicable but also pitiful.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hopefully, she would pull back from the brink and not do anything foolish.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 62

    After calling 120, Chen Men still had to page Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had just taken Fan Xiang''s business, and Little Wang and Yuanyuan were still attending Dongfang School. Those two loved running around everywhere, even selling cassette tapes at the coal yard.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Given Fan Xiang''s ruthlessness, he might instruct someone to deliberately hit them with a car one day.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As Yan Xishan said, stepping on the gas could be a catastrophic disaster for a family.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    On New Year''s Day, it was the busiest time for the public security system, especially the traffic police department, which was practically a disaster area for idents.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The entire police station was on duty, with phones ringing non-stop. People were being handcuffed and brought in from time to time. The first-floor hall was filled with drunk individuals, those arguing, and even some singing. Even when handcuffed, they weren''t behaving, and everyone wanted to fight.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the morning meeting, logically, Yan Zhao, as the leader of the investigation team, should have been assigning work tasks.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, the newly appointed deputy director, Zhao Lei, spoke at length for half an hour and even had the technical department take many photos of him, clearly intending to submit them to the internal publication.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The Jindong Branch Bureau had been named advanced among several branch bureaus in Xiping City this year. Everyone knew who had achieved this advancement, so how could they genuinely respect Zhao Lei?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Especially Ma Bo and Xiong Xiangdang, along with other military-transferred cadres, were dissatisfied, apuding halfheartedly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    By the time Yan Zhao took the stage, there was no time left to speak. He looked around and could only say, "Everyone return to your posts and focus on work."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The older police officers dispersed leisurely, while the group led by Ma Bo, who had retired from the military, apuded thunderously and left without any consideration for face.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhao Lei was said to have connections in the provincial department. Recently, Sun Nutao had been in poor health and was recuperating. Zhao Lei was now the acting director, with ambitions stirring, wanting to remove the word "acting" and be promoted to full director.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing Ma Bo and others'' unfavorable attitude, he wanted to speak with Yan Zhao: "Captain Yan, do the others have some issues with me? If there are issues, you should raise them. I''m the leader, but I advocate for a democratic style and especially wee everyone''s opinions."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao stopped and said, "You''re overthinking it. The entire bureau looks up to you, especially me."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    That''s what he said, but the current situation at the Jindong Branch Bureau was that the old group ofzy, day-killing officers were being driven to work by the newly transferred, mule-like vigorous ex-military personnel. Everyone wasining bitterly, with some transferring posts and others leaving for private business, nearly all gone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The neers were all soldiers Yan Zhao had led before, still thinking they were in the military and hardly taking Zhao Lei seriously. How could he carry out his work if this continued?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But never mind, let''s talk about work first. Zhao Lei said, "Today, leaders from the city bureau areing down for an inspection. You should stay at the bureau, right? Shall we meet the leaders together?" Yan Zhao had great influence, and Zhao Lei feared that if he met with superiors alone, the military transfers below wouldn''t be satisfied and might have opinions about him, possibly even filingints over his head.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "No need, I''m going out on duty. You receive the city bureau leaders," Yan Zhao said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhao Lei said, "Then the subordinates will say I''m stealing your credit. It''s not easy being a leader."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "They won''t. They only focus on the task at hand," Yan Zhao said as he turned to leave.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhao Lei watched Yan Zhao from afar, both nodding and shaking his head, feeling both regret and satisfaction.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His definition of Yan Zhao was that he was like a mule - capable, not fighting for credit, and a good gun that shoots where it''s pointed. With such a good subordinate, leadership work became so much easier.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The city bureau leaders, especially Fan Zhenhua, used to like asking what Yan Zhao was doing and how his work was going. Now when they called him for a talk, they didn''t even bother asking what Yan Zhao was up to.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This kind of mule, everyone now understood, would only work himself to death at his post.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So Zhao Lei smiled and said, "Then Captain Yan, go ahead and do field work for us. I''ll hold down the fort here."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He would grab the credit and take the limelight.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just then, Yan Zhao received Chen Men''s page. Ma Bo asked from behind, "Is sister-inw wishing you a happy new year? Don''t call back, hurry and go. The coal yard reported that someone isn''t taking a break for the new year and is secretly transporting coal. They''re seriously overloaded, the tires are all ttened, and they''re speeding."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Yan Zhao went to his office instead: "I must call back. Wait for me a moment."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men never called Yan Zhao during work hours.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If she was calling, there must be something important.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After hearing what Chen Men said about Fan Xiang, Yan Zhao paused for a moment and said, "Don''t worry, I''ll handle it properly."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men still had to mention Yan Xishan''s concerns. Local tyrants like Fan Xiang should have been dealt with long ago, but she didn''t want anything to happen to Yan Zhao, nor to her family or children.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Lan... don''t worry. Whatever I do, my first consideration is always the family. Nothing will happen to you."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The voice on the phone sounded very gentle. Why couldn''t he speak like this in person?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The ambnce arrived before Third Sister-inw Huang and her husband had finished packing. They got into the 120 ambnce, and Teacher Huang also called Sister-inw Mao to help, and they went to the hospital together.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was packing the baby''s swaddling clothes, wraps, bottles, and milk powder ¨C things prepared for the birth ¨C to bring to the hospitalter.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was New Year''s Day, and by the time Chen Men took a motorized tricycle to the hospital, Third Sister-inw Huang had already been admitted to the inpatient department. The doctor was listening to the fetal heartbeat and conducting examinations.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Shall we do an ultrasound first?" the on-duty doctor said. "You''re an older mother, so the chief must perform the surgery. But the chief is off today. It''s the New Year, and unless it''s extremely urgent, we shouldn''t notify him. What do you think?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Today was the first day of the New Year, and most of the hospital staff were on holiday. Each department only had on-duty doctors.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, in arge hospital like the Provincial Hospital, the ultrasound department always had someone on duty.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Speaking of which, Fan Xiang''s eldest daughter-inw was the director of the ultrasound department. Chen Men had wanted to meet her in person.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But on New Year''s Day, she was certainly on holiday, resting.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When they reached the ultrasound department, Chen Men couldn''t help but think of Hu Xiaomei again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Actually, now the government had introduced relevant policies to severely crack down on ultrasound doctors who used their authority to privately inform pregnant women about fetal information or sell fetal information. If someone reported it and it was verified, the reward was ten thousand yuan.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If Hu Xiaomei really needed money, she could have reported Fan Xiang''s daughter-inw and earned some money.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But that''s how the world is. Some people just like to take the crooked path and stick to it till the end.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The female doctor in the ultrasound room was very young, but quite responsible. She personally helped Third Sister-inw Huang onto the examination bed. As soon as she put the probe on, she picked up the phone: "Hello, Chief, there''s a pregnant woman here with the umbilical cord wrapped twice around the fetus''s neck. The baby is already suffering from hypoxia. The mother is of advanced maternal age, 42 years old. Pleasee to the hospital as soon as possible."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The phone was on speaker, and you could hear the lively sound of a drinking game in the background.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The voice on the other end immediately responded without hesitation: "Have the on-duty doctor and nurses prepare everything. I''ll be there right away."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hospitals are strange ces. There are people like Fan Zhenhua''s wife who, using her position as the director of the ultrasound department and the ability of ultrasound to detect the sex of a fetus, engage inrge-scale profiteering.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But almost all surgeons, in any era, pick up the scalpel with the mission of saving lives and healing the wounded.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just like the obstetrics chief, a chubby middle-aged man who was always smiling, was said to be particrly good at performing surgeries. The cesarean section scars he stitched were famously beautiful throughout Shaanxi Province.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hearing that the chief wasing to perform the surgery, Third Sister-inw Huang felt relieved: "I hope it''s a girl this time. I really want a daughter."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Teacher Huang was restless, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead: "Boy or girl doesn''t matter, as long as the baby is healthy and safe."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    About half an hourter, the obstetrics chief came running in hurriedly, asking as soon as he entered: "Is the mother 42 years old, 38 weeks pregnant, with the umbilical cord wrapped twice around the fetus''s neck, and an amniotic fluid index of 6?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Clearly, the chief was thoroughly familiar with the condition of all pregnant women. The on-duty doctor nodded, holding the medical record: "She''s already in the operating room. The patient''s family has signed the consent form, and the anesthesiologist is ready. We''re just waiting for you."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As the chief was about to enter the operating room, he turned back to Teacher Huang and said, "Don''t worry. Today is New Year''s Day, it''s an auspicious day. We''ll do our utmost best."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Teacher Huang nodded repeatedly, expressing endless gratitude, almost wanting to kneel and kowtow to the chief. Chen Men, holding the clothes, was on the verge of tears.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hospitals are ces that people both love and hate. It''s thest ce people want to go, but when they fall ill, hospitals are their only hope.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, the customs of each era cannot be abandoned. When the director wasn''t looking, she quietly slipped a 200 yuan red envelope into his pocket. Regardless of whether he would ept it or not, once the red envelope was given, the patient''s family felt at ease.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Only twenty minutes passed, just twenty minutes, and the green light at the operating room door lit up. The nurse came out holding the baby, wrapped in Chen Men''s small swaddling cloth. She said with a smile, "Is Huang Zhengde here? Six pounds seven ounces, a big chubby boy. You can only look for a moment though, as he needs to be transferred to the pediatric intensive care unit due to some oxygen deprivation."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The baby was born already, and it was another son?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Teacher Huang reached out to support Chen Men but missed, his legs went weak, and he copsed to the ground.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The nurse was still smiling as she said, "Don''t be too excited, new dad. Go pay the additional hospitalization fee quickly. The mother also needs to be observed in intensive care, but don''t worry, the director says her condition is very good overall."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Huang Zhengde had prepared the money, a full 3,000 yuan in a thick wad. He walked unsteadily, slowly floating, to pay the hospital fee.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The baby was also taken away by the nurse.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The child was delivered naturally, and both mother and son were safe. Chen Men had left her other children at home toe to the hospital, so of course, she needed to hurry back home now. Although the possibility was extremely slim, a thought urred to Chen Men, and she worried about the unlikely event that Qi Dongmei and Hu Xiaomei might actuallye to the hospital to steal the baby. In the extremely unlikely scenario, during the New Year period when there weren''t many babies in the hospital, and considering that Teacher Huang and Qi Dongmei''s couple were familiar with each other, what if they took advantage of Teacher Huang being busy alone and came to steal his child?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But there was no need to worry. In the obstetrics department of the provincial hospital, there was a doctor named Su Chunxia, who was the cousin of Su Chuncao from the Fifth Team, and also a student of Huang Zhengde.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Earlier, when Chen Men passed by the obstetrics department, she saw her on duty and went over to greet her, asking her to keep an eye on Teacher Huang''s situation while she was on duty.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Men? Why are you here?" Su Chunxia was seeing patients, but there weren''t many people on New Year''s Day, so she was reading a newspaper. She put down the paper and asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men didn''t want to directly mention that Qi Dongmei and Hu Xiaomei wanted to steal the baby, so she just said she had recently heard about people stealing babies from hospitals and asked her to help watch over Teacher Huang''s newborn baby.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You''re right about that. There was an incident of someone trying to steal a baby from the hospital not long ago. But don''t worry, now the hospital, especially the obstetrics department, is on high alert. It wasn''t easy for Teacher Huang to have a child, so I''ll personally keep an eye on things in a bit," Su Chunxia put down the newspaper and surprisingly reached out to hold Chen Men''s waist. "Beautiful, lie down on the bed, let me feel you for a moment."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Why are you touching me, Chunxia? We''re proper people," Chen Men saw that her hands were actually about to lift her clothes and thought to herself that Chunxia had some strange hobbies, trying to take advantage of her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I''m going to check your breasts for you. Hurry up and lie down," Su Chunxia said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Isn''t it not right to do a check-up without registering?" Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But she immediately took off her coat and started to pull up her sweater. It''s not bad to take advantage of the hospital if you don''t have to pay.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Women''s breasts should indeed be checked regrly. In her previous life, Yuanyuan always told Men to self-examine her breasts, and to do it monthly, all the time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had lived alone for a long time and didn''t pay much attention to her own body, so she didn''t have the mindset to check and had never done it before.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Oh my goodness,ce underwear, who bought this for you?" Su Chunxia suddenly eximed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Yan Zhao bought it, what''s wrong?" Chen Men asked with a smile.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Su Chunxia also knew that Chen Men had married Yan Zhao, but what Chen Men didn''t know was that Yan Zhao was actually her cousin, and a close cousin at that.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao''s mother was Chunxia''s aunt.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was normal to be rted in the same brigade, with various family connections.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Yan Zhao? You mean my cousin? He would do this kind of thing?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "He''s your first cousin?" Chen Men was very surprised.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Su Chunxia pouted, "My uncle has a stubborn personality, and he''s had a poor rtionship with my aunt for years. My aunt has also passed away, so I don''t know many rtives, but he is indeed my first cousin."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Your aunt, have I met her?" Chen Men asked again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had seen quite a few olddies in the vige since she had been married there for seven or eight years, but she couldn''t match them up specifically.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When people get old, they are abandoned by this world. They have no names, no one pays attention to them, and they are uniformly called: the elderly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You''ve actually met my aunt before. She was the one who used to sunbathe in front of the health clinic. She was still so beautiful in her sixties, which is rare, but unfortunately, she had a poor rtionship with my uncle all her life. My uncle wasn''t even by her side when she died. She and my aunt had a very good rtionship when they were young, but because of the death of my little cousin, they never saw each other again, dead or alive. It''s too pitiful. As a result, my uncle doesn''t like my third cousin either. Chen Men, you must treat my cousin well," Su Chunxia said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had married into Yanguan Vige in 1980 and had never been to the First Team, but she used to go to the Fifth Team often. She had once seen an olddy who was indeed particrly beautiful, but her mental state wasn''t very good, a bit senile, and she often sat in front of the health clinic to sunbathe.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If Chen Men passed by, she would always call Chen Men "daughter" or "Xingxing."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had given the olddy steamed noodle rolls that she had made herself. Although she didn''t know her, she had chatted with the olddy quite a bit.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao and Yan Peiheng had a very poor rtionship, and ording to Yan Zhao''s tone, Yan Peiheng and Su Wen''s rtionship was also very bad.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Leaving other things aside, at that time, the olddy had once mentioned to Chen Men a particrly heartbreaking past event, which happened to be about the death of her little daughter.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The olddy was confused and thought Men was her daughter when she told her this.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ording to the olddy, because of her little daughter''s death, her heart had died along with her. At that time, the olddy even smiled and told Chen Men that she was especially looking forward to dying soon, because that way, she could be reunited with her daughter.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Could it be that Yan Zhao really had a little sister, and the reason why Yan Peiheng and his wife turned against each other when they were young was because of the death of that little sister?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If that''s really the case, Chen Men dared to say that probably no one in the world except her knew the inside story.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Coincidentally, she didn''t know Su Wen at that time, but she and Su Wen had actually met seven or eight years ago.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Reaching out her hand, Su Chunxia said again, "You''re 26 this year, right? You''ve taken such good care of yourself. This skin, it feels so nice to touch... so stic. How is your waist still so thin? Did Yuanyuan reallye out of your belly?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men hadn''t particrly taken care of her skin, but her skin had indeed improved a lot in the past six months.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "To be honest, is my cousin taking good care of you?" Su Chunxia was doing the examination when she suddenly pinched a certain spot on Chen Men. "This sticity..."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Be gentler, it hurts so much. Even Yan Zhao''s rough hands are gentler than yours," Chen Men immediately let out a sharp cry from the pain of the pinch.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Su Chunxia raised her hand, "Alright, it''s very good, very healthy, no problems at all."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After putting her clothes back on, Chen Men imitated Su Chunxia''s hand gesture and asked, "Is that it? Should I check once a month?" She was getting into it now: "Why don''t you lie down, and I''ll check you?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Yes, even if you feel a small lump the size of a soybean, you shoulde to the hospital for a check-up. Breast issues can''t be ignored," Su Chunxia pushed Men away. "That''s enough from you, I check myself every day."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was still reaching out her hand: "Come on, I''ve never touched another person''s breasts before..."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Su Chunxia also pinched Men: "I see you haven''t been disciplined enough by men. You dare to touch me? Watch out, or I''ll..."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She turned aroundughing and suddenly saw Yan Zhao standing at the door of the ward, looking up at the promotional poster on the wall.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Cou...cousin?" Su Chunxia suddenly looked up and saw Yan Zhao standing outside, immediately letting go of Men.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao asked instead, "Who are you?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Su Chunxia was only 27 this year, a year younger than Yan Zhao. She used to call him cousin every day when she was little, how could he not recognize her?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Your cousin, Chunxia," Su Chunxia said angrily.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Then, she said to Men: "He''s blind. When we were little, as long as Yan Xing called him ''Third Brother'', he would immediately turn into a donkey for her to ride. The rest of us were just air in his eyes!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This cousin Yan Zhao was always blind. When he was young, he only had eyes for his little sister Yan Xing, and now he only had eyes for Men.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing Yan Zhao''s face as cold as the King of Hell, Su Chunxia felt a bit regretful. She should have pinched Men harder earlier to hurt her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The two of them walked in the corridor, with all the doors on both sides closed. Even in broad daylight, it was gloomy, and Yan Zhao''s face was even darker.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Was I too rough earlier?" Yan Zhao suddenly asked.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "No, it was fine," Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In truth, his touch could be extremely gentle, like caressing a precious treasure. But Chen Men could always sense his forcefully suppressed urge to bite and tear. If she asked him to be any gentler, he might explode from the restraint.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Do you need to check your breasts every month?" Yan Zhao asked again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men held out her hands. "I can check them myself. I''ve learned how to do it."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Let me check for you from now on. I''ll do it every day. I just saw the information poster on the wall - breast health issues really shouldn''t be ignored," Yan Zhao said seriously.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Chen Men detected an undertone, as if he was using the pretext of a health check to cop a feel.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Thank you, Third Brother," Chen Men blurted out, as if possessed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao suddenly stopped and looked at Chen Men in disbelief. "Have you heard about Yan Xing from Chunxia?" Nobody except Yan Xing ever called Yan Zhao "Third Brother."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xing was Yan Zhao''s little sister who died at age five. Chen Men had heard about her from the olddy Su Wen, whose memory was already confused.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    People generally don''t mention children who died young. Yan Zhao was taciturn and not good at talking, and since this incident was truly his mother''s fault, he almost never mentioned it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Peiheng only had one daughter, Yan Xing, whom he loved dearly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xing died in Yanguan Vige under Su Wen''s care.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Ever since his daughter''s death, Yan Peiheng''s rtionship with his wife became strained.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Su Wen also med herself for the girl''s death and lived with guilt for half her life.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At the time, after Zhou Xueqin went to the capital, there must have been many misunderstandings between Yan Zhao, Su Wen, and Yan Peiheng. But because Yan Peiheng and Su Wen cut off all contact, and he was very cold towards Yan Zhao, they never exined things to each other. This caused the misunderstandings to grow, to the point where Yan Peiheng didn''t evene when Su Wen died.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even now, Yan Peiheng and Yan Zhao only exchanged phone calls on holidays and New Year''s, never discussing anything else.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But now that Chen Men knew, she was certain. It was Su Wen''s choice not to mention it, but regarding Yan Xing''s death, Chen Men was determined to bring it up the next time Yan Zhao called Yan Peiheng.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She wanted to resolve the conflict between father and son at the very least.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, she didn''t believe Yan Xing''s death was Su Wen''s fault, and she needed to exin this to Yan Peiheng.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Her deceased mother-inw had actually lived a life of injustice.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As these thoughts ran through her mind, Chen Men was suddenly pinned against the hospital hallway wall by Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Nurses and doctors could pass by at any moment. What was he trying to do, act indecently in public?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "You can call me that more often. I love hearing it," Yan Zhao said. Just then, Ma Bo hurried by, saw Yan Zhao and Chen Men embracing in the hallway, tapped his own head with his clipboard, and turned around to leave.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Call him what?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Third Brother"?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Wouldn''t he find that embarrassing?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for why Yan Zhao came to the hospital, it went like this:<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Today was the first day of the lunar month. When Third Sister-inw Huang was admitted to the hospital, a middle-aged woman had sneaked in, following her suspiciously. But after Third Sister-inw Huang came out of surgery, she and her baby went straight to the ICU, which most people can''t enter.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The middle-aged woman kept wandering around the maternity ward.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Nowadays, everyone is on high alert for baby theft. The doctors, nurses, and patients'' families didn''t recognize her, so they quietly warned each other about her presence.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    About an hour and a half ago, on the stairs, a new mother''s mother-inw was returning after lunch when she saw the middle-aged woman carrying a baby and sneaking down the stairs. The swaddling cloth was identical to the one she had made herself. The woman looked panicked and was moving quickly, not even soothing the crying baby.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Newborns all wear hospital wristbands that aren''t removed until they leave the hospital.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Given the frequent urrence of kidnapping cases these days, the grandmother grabbed the middle-aged woman as they passed each other and checked the baby''s wrist. To her horror, she discovered it was her own grandson, a chubby little boy.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just like that, a baby theft was caught in the act.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The hospital immediately called the police. The reason Yan Zhao came was because Teacher Huang was also giving birth at this hospital, and he feared her child might have been stolen.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When he arrived, Yan Zhao gave a coldugh.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The middle-aged woman turned out to be Qi Dongmei.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had intended to steal Teacher Huang''s son. As neighbors, they were familiar with each other, and Teacher Huang and her husband didn''t have many rtives. Being older parents, it would be easy for them to get overwhelmed caring for a newborn.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, the baby was taken to the ICU right after birth, foiling her n. So she switched to trying to steal a baby already in the maternity ward, and was caught in the act.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even in a hospital, it takes an inside thief to let in an outside one. Although Qi Dongmei insisted she had only decided to steal a baby on impulse, upon investigation, the police discovered she was not only familiar with the head of the ultrasound department but also frequently loitered around the ultrasound room.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Therefore, the police ssified this case not as a simple impulsive baby theft, but as part of an organized child trafficking operation.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Both Hu Xiaomei and Qi Dongmei would be detained and investigated.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Fan Xiang''s eldest daughter-inw probably never imagined that on New Year''s Day, after taking money to disclose fetal information to pregnant women hundreds if not thousands of times without incident and making a fortune, she would finally be exposed because of Qi Dongmei''s attempted baby theft.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After hearing Yan Zhao''s exnation, Chen Men could only think, "They got what they deserved."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When you take shortcuts for too long, you lose the desire to follow the right path. At first, it''s just minor legal infractions. When you realize thew won''t punish you, you startmitting crimes. Once you startmitting crimes, what awaits you is prison.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men left in the afternoon and didn''t get home until nearly ten at night. She wondered how the children had managed to cook and eat dinner. She pushed open the courtyard gate, but it was locked from the inside. However, she could unlock it from the outside with her key.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The courtyard had been swept clean. When she opened the kitchen door, she smelled instant noodles.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Even with plenty of good food at home, when children have to cook for themselves, they always prefer instant noodles.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    There were several eggshells in the kitchen trash can, showing that the children had added eggs to their instant noodles. However, the pots and dishes had been washed clean and neatly arranged.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Entering the bedroom, she found the three children sleeping with their heads huddled together. They hadn''t even taken off their sweaters, just their coats.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As she separated the children, Little Wang frowned and made a small noise. Chen Men looked closely and saw tworge blisters on the little one''s hand, probably from boiling the instant noodles.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    There was iodine at home. She needed to puncture the blisters, apply iodine, and wrap them in gauze, or the child would be in terrible pain tomorrow.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The phone kept ringing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang opened his eyes, still groggy with sleep, and held out his hand, allowing Chen Men to treat the blisters.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men carefully punctured the blisters, applied bandages, and gently sniffed the little one''s head, which smelled musty from not being washed for two days. Seeing him bite his lip shyly and bury his face in Little Wolf''s chest, she went to the next room to answer the phone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Aliali: 6720f54c2bffb2b7bc4c0e56<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was Yan Xishan, who immediatelyunched into an angry tirade: "Damn it, I had already saved up 15,000 yuan for Xiaomei, and damn it, she went and tried to steal Teacher Huang''s child. Damn it, Men, tell me, does Hu Xiaomei have a heart? Does she have any conscience?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men remained silent, smirking coldly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If Fan Xiang was the devil, then Qi Dongmei and the mother-son pair of Hu Xiaomei were people who willingly sold themselves to the devil.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Xishan was dreaming if he thought they would ever repent.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "But Men, are you out of your mind? Did you tell Yan Zhao about Fan Xiang ordering someone to kill that person in a hit-and-run?" When Chen Men grunted in affirmation, Yan Xishan''s shouting nearly broke through the phone: "Either Yan Zhao will end up getting run over and killed, or it''ll be you and Yuanyuan. Men, if Yan Zhao can take down Fan Xiang cleanly without any consequences, I''ll eat shit - eight pounds of it!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men was also worried about Yan Zhao. Could he really bring down the criminal underworld? Would she and the children be affected?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But for some reason, she wanted to trust Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "The public toilet has no lid, and it''s full. Go scoop it yourself with a bowl," Chen Men said, then hung up with a click.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The reason criminal organizations continue to thrive, apart from having protection from above, is because ofckeys like Yan Xishan - tamedckeys who willingly do their bidding.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In the future, this behavior woulde to be known as: Stockholm Syndrome!<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 63

    Outside the police station, Yan Xishan was using a public phone to call Chen Men.


    It was almost midnight, and the police were still working overtime, waiting for Yan Xishan''s testimony.


    They needed to determine whether Hu Xiaomei and Qi Dongmei''s baby theft was spontaneous or premeditated. If spontaneous, the sentence would be 3 months to 1 year detention. If premeditated, it would be 3 to 5 years in prison.


    Yan Xishan''s testimony was crucial and could save Qi Dongmei and her daughter from 3 years in prison.


    Yan Xishan hung up the phone, smoked a cigarette, rubbed his eyes for a while, then entered the police station and said without hesitation: "Hu Xiaomei and Qi Dongmei premeditated it. They intentionally stole the child!"


    Qi Dongmei''s kindness in helping him, Hu Xiaomei secretly following him for five years when he had nothing but his face at the start. During those five years, they introduced him to Fan Xiang and helped him make big money to be nouveau riche. All that goodwill had vanished the moment they deliberately and secretly stole Teacher Huang''s son.


    When Yan Xishan called Chen Men, it was the first time in his life he cried. He considered himself a despicable bastard, but he never imagined Hu Xiaomei could be 10,000 times worse.


    Being cuckolded and set up by Fan Xiang didn''t hurt him as much as them stealing Teacher Huang''s child. They hadpletely shattered his defenses.


    After finishing the investigation on the baby theft case, Yan Zhao was about to question Yan Xishan about the hit-and-run case.


    The victim''s name was Li Fugui, of rural origin, who did some small engineering projects.


    The driver was Huang Quanan, even more powerful than Yan Xishan, responsible for handling waste recycling for Dongfang Group.


    He drove a ck Xiali, belonging to the category of rich but low-key nouveau riche who don''t unt their wealth.


    Li Fugui died at 29, and today, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, his family was holding his funeral.


    Meanwhile, Huang Quanan had gone home to reunite with his wife and children. It was said he nned to sell the ck Xiali and buy an imported Crown to drive.


    An imported Crown, worth 300,000 yuan!


    While Li Fugui, worth 30,000 yuan, one life, left cleanly.


    The reason Yan Xishan knew everything was because he had given money to Yan Bin to keep following Fan Xiang. He had aplete chain of evidence that could prove Fan Xiang''s premeditated murder.


    But work belongs to the state, while life belongs to oneself.


    Even if Yan Zhao took down Fan Zhenhua, Fan Xiang still had a ssmate working in the provincial government. They were all in the same boat, with awork as dense as a spider''s web. If Yan Zhao arrested Fan Zhenhua and his son, yes, Jindong District would be rid of one corrupt official-merchant gang.


    But what if someone sought revenge on him? Yan Xishan was afraid of retaliation too.


    Ma Bo also looked at Yan Zhao, hesitating whether to investigate this case.


    These soldiers who hade down from the battlefields of war, after more than half a year of reality''s baptism, had discovered that on the battlefield, at least you knew who the enemy was. But at work, it was impossible to distinguish friend from foe. The biggest enemy was money - from leaders to ordinary people, everyone had no bottom line when it came to money.


    Moreover, everyone had wives and children. Who wouldn''t be afraid of retaliation?


    Yan Zhao gave Yan Xishan paper and pen: "Sit here and write down your statement properly. Ma Bo, don''t alert anyone yet, investigate this matter privately."


    Ma Bo nodded: "Alright."


    Just then, Deputy Bureau Chief Zhao knocked on the door. The door was open, and he stood at the doorway with a smile, handing Yan Zhao a file: "Captain Yan, please sign this."


    What Deputy Chief Zhao held was the file for the baby theft case. Actually, this case didn''t require the deputy chief''s attention, but because it involved Fan Zhenhua''s wife, Deputy Chief Zhao had snatched the case from Xiong Xiangdang''s hands and took charge of it.


    "Howe our ''Smiling King of Hell'', little Fei Xiang, is in Captain Yan''s office?" Deputy Chief Zhao asked with a smile while signing.


    Yan Xishan gave a bitter smile, but Yan Zhao calmly said: "We''re rtives, just some personal matters."


    Of course, Zhao Lei knew that Yan Zhao had married Yan Xishan''s ex-wife, a rtionship that was trulyplicated and hard to untangle.


    "Have a good talk. I''ll keep an eye on Hu Xiaomei and Qi Dongmei''s case. We''re all familiar with each other, I''ll try to downy the case as much as possible, and we''ll give them lenient treatment." Zhao Lei said as he left.


    Yan Xishan immediately raised his eyebrows at Yan Zhao.


    This was the current state of police work, everything based on personal rtionships. Deputy Chief Zhao Lei was Fan Zhenhua''s eyes and ears in the branch bureau.


    Could Yan Zhao really manage Jindong Road Branch Bureau well? Could he manage the entire Xiping City, or the national public security system?


    It was simply a fool''s dream.


    This bastard had no idea that he, Men, Yuanyuan, and the others were already in extreme danger.


    "Yan Zhao, I''ll write the testimony, but if you can really take down Fan Xiang, I''ll eat eight jin of shit." Yan Xishan wrote in beautiful handwriting, then signed his name.


    Still feeling it wasn''t enough, he opened his small crocodile skin bag, took out 15,000 yuan, and pped it down in front of Yan Zhao.


    "What''s the money for?" Yan Zhao asked.


    Yan Xishan angrily said: "It''s the profit I secretly saved from selling coal these past few months. I originally wanted to give it to Hu Xiaomei, but she''s no longer human. Can''t I give this money to my daughter as New Year''s money?"


    In case he was killed by Fan Xiang, and still had no son, at least with the money in Yuanyuan''s hands, he''d feel a bit more at ease.


    Was that not okay?


    "Alright, thank you." Yan Zhao epted the money.


    In the blink of an eye, it was the seventh day of the Lunar New Year. Yan Zhao had worked overtime for six consecutive days before finally heading home.


    At home, Chen Men was also facing a troublesome matter.


    Chen Degong had returned to his hometown for the New Year, leaving only Jinbao to guard the construction site. Justst night, Jinbao had slept deeply and didn''t notice anything. When he woke up in the morning, he discovered that all the nylon ropes on the site had been cut, and all the screws on the bamboo scaffolding and steel pipe mps had been removed.


    Before the New Year, Chen Degong had bought an electric tricycle for easier transportation of goods. Last night, all four tires of the tricycle had been punctured.


    Chen Degong and Zhou Qiaofang came to see Chen Men. Chen Degong got straight to the point: "Men, let Yan Zhao investigate. This kind of thing happening at the construction site must be because someone is jealous of us and wants to cause trouble. We have a policeman in the family, we can''t just let people bully us like this, can we?"


    Zhou Qiaofang, being more pessimistic, chimed in: "Men, I think we should just give up on this project."


    "Shut your mouth. If you don''t speak, no one will take you for a mute," Chen Degong reprimanded Zhou Qiaofang.


    Zhou Qiaofang took a deep breath. After all, she had no say in family matters and could only keep quiet.


    "Brother, just swallow this for now. Don''t report it. From today on, you and Jinbao shouldn''t stay at the construction site anymore. Rent a ce to live for now. I''ll cover the losses and handle this matter," Chen Men said.


    Chen Degong was puzzled. He took a deep drag on his pipe and said: "Men, have you offended anyone? I''m not the type to provoke people, and the workers I hired are all kindhearted. I''ve never mistreated them."


    This incident, while not too major, had no surveince footage. On a construction site in the middle of nowhere, there were no eyewitnesses either. If they reported it, how could the police investigate?


    Moreover, today it was just theft. If they reported it and the police came tomorrow, what if it angered the perpetrators and they decided to harm someone next time? Weren''t Jinbao and her brother''s lives worth more than these things?


    Chen Men was crystal clear in her heart that Fan Xiang had instructed someone to do this.


    The reason for doing this was to embarrass her, to show her who''s boss, to intimidate her from taking on Dongfang Group''s project.


    Fan Xiang hated Chen Men more than anyone. Back then, with just a pair of underwear, she had directly shut down Yan Xishan''s coal mine, and it had been nearly a year now.


    Qi Dongmei went to steal a child, failed to get the child, and even implicated Fan Xiang''s daughter-inw in the process.


    That was another failed attempt.


    Now Chen Men wanted to cut off Fan Xiang''s source of ie. The fact that Fan Xiang hadn''t sent someone to run over Men with a car, but only had people cause some damage at her construction site, was already out of consideration that Yan Zhao was also inw enforcement.


    Chen Men had no way to deal with this kind of thing, she could only pin her hopes on Yan Zhao.


    She hoped Yan Zhao could really take down that local snake, Fan Xiang.


    Speak of the devil and he shall appear.


    On the seventh day of the New Year, Yan Zhao came home.


    "Dad, what did you say?" Little Wang suddenly shouted from outside the door.


    Yan Zhao came in and said decisively: "Buy a piano."


    "Mom, did you hear that? Dad said he wants to buy Yuanyuan a piano." Little Wang jumped right through the door.


    Yuanyuan let out a "Wow" and said to Little Wang: "Dad must have received a bonus."


    Little Wang also helped Yuanyuan make up an excuse: "That''s right, Dad must have received a big bonus, that''s why he wants to buy Yuanyuan a piano."


    "Did you really get a bonus?" Chen Men was a bit skeptical.


    "The money is from Xishan," said Yan Zhao.


    Chen Men dered firmly: "Impossible. All of Yan Xishan''s money is in Yuanyuan''s public ount. Where would he get the money from? It must be a bonus from your military unit, right?"


    Yan Zhao repeated: "The money is from Xishan."


    Chen Degong chimed in: "Yan Zhao is just being too modest."


    Zhou Qiaofang said: "Xishan is such a miser. He didn''t give Men a penny during the divorce. How could he give her money now? Give me a break!"


    No one in the family wanted to believe that Yan Xishan, that stingy fellow, would give Yuanyuan a whole fifteen thousand yuan.


    So even Chen Men spontaneously assumed that the money was Yan Zhao''s bonus!


    It was only natural for Yan Zhao to bring things into the home. Willing to buy Yuanyuan a piano, this stepfather was doing a very good job.


    Yuanyuan should have a piano, but Chen Men had only gained empty promises in the past six months. Not only did she have no money on hand, but she had also lost so many things at the construction site and would have to pay to rece everything.


    "It''s fine to buy the piano. I''ll pay you back when I earn money," she smiled, and taking advantage of the children''s inattention, she softly called near Yan Zhao''s ear: "Thank you, Third Brother."


    In a sh, Yan Zhao''s ears not only turned red but also seemed to stand up like a rabbit''s.


    With all the children around, he quickly turned and left the room.


    Chen Men suddenly felt a bit jealous. Calling him "Third Brother" really pleased this man.


    What a strange quirk.


    If other women called him that, wouldn''t his ears turn red for them too?


    Putting that aside, let''s talk about the piano first.


    It wasn''t easy to buy a piano now, and department stores didn''t sell them. To find out where to buy a piano, they had to ask Qin Yu.


    Qin Yu had taken unpaid leave and had been running some engineering projects for a while.


    Such projects required connections and ability. As an ordinary person, she couldn''t manage it, so after a while, she gave up. Recently, she had been idle at home, bored out of her mind, and was preparing to recruit some children to open a music school.


    To see if she could earn some money.


    Otherwise, with only Yan Dawei''s sry to support the family, his tone had been getting increasingly unpleasanttely. Not cooking, not washing dishes, acting like a lord at home - Qin Yu could hardly stand it anymore.


    Hearing that Chen Men wanted to buy Yuanyuan a piano, and knowing that she had taken on work for the Dongfang Group, Qin Yu assumed she must have earned a lot of money to afford a piano. She felt envious but knew she couldn''tpete, as she didn''t have the connections Men had.


    "It''s not easy to buy a brand new piano. You''d have to order one from the capital, and it might take half a year to get it. But I know an old pianist from a theater troupe who''s nning to sell an old piano. He''s yed it for ten years - a Steinway that you can''t buy anymore. Why don''t you wait a moment, and I''ll make a call to ask?" Qin Yu said.


    Yan Zhao asked Chen Men: "Why don''t we buy a new one?"


    A new piano would cost over ten thousand yuan even now. An old piano should be cheaper.


    The ropes, bamboo scaffolding, and steel pipes at Chen Men''s construction site had all been damaged and needed to be reced.


    Yan Zhao had fifteen thousand yuan. If they saved some money, her construction site could reopen.


    "Qin Yu, please ask that old pianist. We''ll buy his piano," Chen Men said.


    That old pianist was actually Qin Yu''s teacher. It was said that the Steinway had been retired from the disbanded Provincial Cultural Troupe. It was a good piano. Qin Yu, now humbled by the harsh realities of life, wanted to open a music school and continue teaching Yuanyuan. Of course, she praised Yuanyuan excessively, saying she was her proudest student, with even more talent for ying the piano than Ningning.


    For pianists, especially old artists, it wasn''t so much about selling the piano as it was about passing on a good instrument to a good child.


    Right there on the phone, they actually reached an agreement. The Steinway was offered for only 3,000 yuan.


    It was said that the piano was bought in 1978 for 20,000 yuan, purchased directly by the Provincial Cultural Troupe.


    Moreover, the pianist who owned it had maintained it well, and the piano still looked nearly new.


    Since the deal was settled, and Little Wang, Little Lang, and Yuanyuan all loved the piano so much,


    On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Yan Zhao called Yan Bin to help, and they went to the old pianist''s house to move the piano.


    The 3,000-yuan Steinway had a pure white finish, with a matching pure white piano bench, each covered with a fine red velvet cover.


    In these times, not to mention in the city, how many people in the countryside had ever seen a piano?


    As the pianist''s home was only two kilometers from Yanguan Vige, Yan Bin and Yan Zhao carried the piano back themselves. Along the way, many people turned to look, curious about what was under the bright red velvet cover.


    The moment the piano cover was lifted, Chen Men let out a "Wow!"


    The piano was as beautiful as a white swan.


    There was one problem though - it was too big to fit through the door. In the end, they had to call several vigers to hoist it over the wall and remove a window to get it into Yuanyuan''s bedroom.


    Once the piano was moved home and ced in Yuanyuan''s room, Qin Yu came personally to tune it for Yuanyuan.


    Seeing Yuanyuan sitting impatiently on the piano bench, Qin Yu reached out and tugged the little girl''s ear: "I''ve always coveted this piano and wanted to buy it, but I couldn''t afford it. You''re lucky." Quietly, she added, "Yuanyuan, I''m going to open a music schoolter. Will you continue to learn piano from me?"


    "You want to open a music school? That''s great," Little Wang chimed in, patting his little wallet. "Auntie, how much money do you need? I can invest my money in your school. When your music school makes money, we can split it, okay?"


    Qin Yu smiled and asked Little Wang, "How much money do you have?"


    Little Wang pulled out a stack of ten-yuan notes from the crocheted wallet Yuanyuan had made for him. There was at least 200 yuan.


    Qin Yu stared at Little Wang, speechless.


    The Chen Men family was too good at making money. Not only Chen Men but Yan Xiaowang was simply a little genius.


    In the bedroom on the other side, Yan Zhao stood by the window, watching Yuanyuan in the opposite room. She was sitting at the piano, tuning it under Qin Yu''s direction.


    "It''s the New Year, and we didn''t call the capital on New Year''s Eve. It''s the Lantern Festival today, shall we make a call now?" Chen Men came in and said.


    Yan Peiheng was said to be a leader at the level of Chief of Staff.


    The eldest son, Yan Jun, was abroad, and Chen Men guessed he might have emigrated, though she wasn''t sure. The second son, Yan Wei, was still in the military but was expected to transfer to civilian work soon. Yan Wei''s wife, named Mi Lan, was doing business in the capital and was said to be quite wealthy.


    This information was all gleaned by Chen Men from Song Huaihua and Liu Xiaohong.


    Yan Peiheng had worked in the military all his life. He might not have much money, but he surely had powerful connections.


    But since marrying Yan Zhao, Chen Men had discovered that Yan Zhao''s work environment was not just precarious, but fraught with danger at every turn. If Yan Peiheng could put in a good word upstairs, letting the provincial leaders know he had connections above, it might make his work a bit easier.


    But obviously, Yan Peiheng had never spoken to the provincial leaders.


    Yan Zhao had also always deliberately avoided mentioning who his father was.


    Times had changed. Yan Zhao was already in a precarious position. If he didn''t improve his rtionship with his father and have someone up there to look out for him, given how strict he was at work, something was bound to go wrong sooner orter.


    So Chen Men really wanted to make a call to the capital soon.


    Her father-inw probably found her, this ugly daughter-inw, annoying, but for her husband''s safety, this ugly daughter-inw had to gain her father-inw''s approval.


    However, Yan Zhao said: "For over twenty years, except for a call on New Year''s Eve, we''ve rarely been in touch. Zhou Xueqin borrowed about five thousand yuan from my father, and I don''t know what happened between them, but since then, my father has be even more estranged from me and my mother. But these are all old stories, let''s not talk about them. We''ll call again next New Year''s Eve."


    Next New Year''s Eve?


    Was this family''s contact measured in years?


    Chen Men knew that Yan Peiheng and Su Wen''s initial falling out was because of their deceased daughter, Yan Xing.


    Mixed up in this was also a "ck five" category person whoter smuggled himself out of the country.


    She didn''t know what Zhou Xueqin had done. Logically, when there''s conflict between inws, the daughter-inw should try to mediate. But after going to the capital, she somehow managed to sour the rtionship with Yan Peiheng to the point of no return, and even borrowed a lot of money from him.


    A harmonious family is the foundation for all prosperity, and Su Wen was a good mother-inw.


    Chen Men had met her before - she was kind and beautiful, though in her old age her mind became confused and she grew senile. When she died, there wasn''t a single family member by her side.


    Yet she had clearly left a house for Yan Peiheng, hoping he woulde back to live there.


    What exactly did Zhou Xueqin say or do to make the conflict between Yan Peiheng and Su Wen escte to the point where they refused to see each other until death?


    Leaving that aside, Chen Men knew the true reason for Yan Xing''s death.


    That''s why she was particrly angry. She felt the mother-inw had done nothing wrong, and that Yan Peiheng was simply a bigger jerk. She wanted Yan Zhao to call him - at the very least, Chen Men wanted to give Yan Peiheng a piece of her mind about Yan Xing''s death.


    Yan Zhao suddenly pulled out a photo from a book and handed it to Chen Men: "Look, it''s Yan Xing."


    It was a photo of a little girl, about 4 or 5 years old.


    Chen Men took the photo and gasped: "This is Yan Xing?"


    It was a little girl who looked at least 90% like Yuanyuan. In the ck and white photo, the little girl with two pigtails had eyes as bright as stars. Her smile seemed to radiate through the photo, touching Chen Men''s heart.


    It was only at this moment that Chen Men understood why Yan Zhao had smiled at Yuanyuan the first time he saw her.


    He didn''t have much money himself, but he still bought little leather shoes and dresses for Yuanyuan.


    As it turned out, it wasn''t that Yan Zhao had special feelings for her, but because Yuanyuan looked exactly like his deceased younger sister.


    "Let me finish Fan Xiang''s case first, then I''ll make the call," Yan Zhao said.


    In truth, this call would be particrly difficult to make, but Chen Men didn''t know that.


    ...


    "Dad, look at the piano! I have a piano now, my dad bought it for me." Yuanyuan''s shout came from outside the window, and Yan Xishan entered the room with a smile.


    Little Wang and Little Lang looked smug, confronting this uninvited guest with righteous indignation: "Our dad bought it."


    So Yuanyuan had a piano now?


    This was now Yan Zhao''s home, and by rights, Yan Xishan shouldn''t enter uninvited. But as soon as he came in, he could hear Yuanyuan already ying the piano.


    She was ying "Two Tigers," both cheerfully and melodiously.


    But something wasn''t right - where did Yan Zhao get the money?


    "It was bought with my dad''s bonus. Dad, does it sound good?" Yuanyuan asked Yan Xishan with a smile after she finished ying.


    Yan Xishan nearly jumped. Something was fishy here. He had given Yan Zhao 15,000 yuan on the seventh day of the lunar new year. Surely it couldn''t be...


    "Yan, that piano... it was bought with my money, wasn''t it?" Yan Xishan rushed into the room.


    This matter had to be cleared up. It was his money, his!


    "Yes," Yan Zhao said.


    But Chen Men snorted coldly: "Your money? Aren''t you saving all your money for Xiaomei? How could you have money to spend on Yuanyuan?"


    "I made some money secretly selling coal..." Yan Xishan started to say, but seeing Chen Men raise an eyebrow at him, he suddenly pped himself.


    By rights, money from coal sales should go into the public ount, but he had secretly sold 15,000 yuan worth of coal without recording it.


    If Chen Men found out about this, she might assign an ountant to him tomorrow, and he wouldn''t be able to save any private money in the future.


    Damn it, he had been careless.


    The piano was clearly bought with his money, but now no one knew about it. What could he do?


    Yan Zhao had asked Yan Xishan toe because of the case, so putting aside this issue, he needed to ask about the case: "What about the witness? Have you found them?"


    "I''ve already called them back from their hometown. They''re currently at my coal yard, with the boss''s wife Wu Qianhong," Yan Xishan said.


    Regarding Fan Xiang instructing Huang Quanan to hit someone with his car, the two had discussed it in a private room at Dream Paris. There was a hostess there at the time, and although she was sleeping in the adjoining room when the two were talking, she had heard everything. Moreover, after Fan Xiang left, Huang Quanan got drunk and stayed overnight in the private room. He bragged to the hostess, saying that for killing a person, he would at most have to pay 30,000 yuan inpensation, but thanks to this life, he could earn 300,000 yuan in a year.


    During the New Year, the hostess had already returned to her rural hometown. Yan Xishan had to get her address from Wu Qianhong and personally drive to the hostess''s hometown to call her back.


    The hostess was willing to testify - she dared not refuse, after all, one couldn''t afford to offend either the underworld or the police.


    Yan Bin, because he had been following Fan Xiang the whole time, could even identify the traffic policeman who had colluded with Fan Xiang.


    But what good would that do?


    Tomorrow, on the sixteenth day of the lunar new year, the leaders from the city bureau would be inspecting work at the Jindong Road branch.


    Yan Zhao nned to put this case on the table at that time, bringing it up publicly and arresting Fan Zhenhua in front of everyone.


    If he did that, he would essentially be publicly humiliating the leadership.


    Even if Fan Zhenhua was brought down, how would the other leaders view him? How would they treat him?


    In Yan Xishan''s view, Yan Zhao was like someone who steals a gong and wants to beat it loudly, as if he wanted to turn himself into Zhuge Liang''s straw boats, inviting all the city''s leaders to shoot arrows at him.


    "Let''s go, I''ll meet that hostess," Yan Zhao said.


    "Dad,e listen to me y the piano when you have time," Yuanyuan waved goodbye.


    Little Wang and Little Lang chimed in to defend Yan Zhao: "Our dad bought the piano!"


    Yan Xishan, feeling more wronged than Dou E, was about to leave with Yan Zhao when he suddenly let out a sigh.


    Yuanyuan had always loved him.


    Although Chen Men hated him and thought he was too bad, the saying goes that women don''t love men who aren''t a little bad.


    Moreover, except for Yan Zhao whom he didn''t dare touch, Yan Xishan smiled at the thought that if Chen Men found another man, he could get rid of him no matter who it was.


    He knew Chen Men''s personality too well - kind, hardworking, and everything she did was for Yuanyuan''s benefit.


    It was a sudden inspiration, but it might have been Yan Xishan''s deepest, most genuine thought.


    If Yan Zhao really got revenge on someone, he might die, right?


    If Yan Zhao, like Li Fugui, stepped on the gas pedal and sent someone flying straight to the underworld, wouldn''t Chen Men be a widow?


    The more he thought about it, the more pleased Yan Xishan felt.


    Following behind Yan Zhao, he had the look of someone who thought the other was already halfway to the grave. Although he felt he was being too heartless, he couldn''t help but smile a little.


    In his eyes, Yan Zhao was already a dead man.


    But he wouldn''t tell Chen Men about this.


    From now on, he would behave himself and focus on self-improvement. When Chen Men became a widow, he couldfort her properly then.

 Chapter 64

    Today is the 16th day of the first lunar month. Chen Men received a money order from an unknown sender, though the amount wasn''t much, only 50 yuan.


    Looking at the address, it was sent from a militarypound in the capital.


    Chen Men secretly guessed that it might be New Year''s money sent by Yan Peiheng for his two grandsons.


    Meanwhile, at her Qinchuan Group construction site, migrant workers were arriving.


    They had chosen an auspicious day to hold the groundbreaking ceremony soon.


    Qinchuan Group had even invited high-ranking officials from the city for a ribbon-cutting ceremony. Afterwards, Chen Men would receive an interim payment of 120,000 yuan. Therge excavators, cement mixers, and bulldozers rented by Chen Degong would all enter the site at that time.


    The building was about to officially begin construction.


    For a construction team to get contracts, they needed credentials. Qinchuan Group was her credential. Once the building waspleted, Chen Men would be able to secure projects even without relying on Yan Zhao''s connections.


    However, today another exasperating incident urred.


    Huang Zhengde was Chen Men''s technical director and, like Chen Degong, was her right-hand man. Recently, because his third sister-inw was hospitalized, even though it was winter break and he didn''t need to go to school, he was running back and forth between the hospital and the construction site, looking exhausted and gaunt.


    But justst night, as he was rushing from the site to the hospital, he was almost hit by a car.


    At an intersection without traffic lights, around 11 pm, just as the car was about to hit Huang, therge truck suddenly braked. The driver rolled down the window and even gave Huang a thumbs up.


    Today, Third Sister-inw Huang was discharged from the hospital. Although the baby wasn''t a month old yet, because the couple was well-liked, many people came to see the child.


    Huang Zhengde told this story as if it were a joke. Heughed and said, "After what happened to Little Xiang, I''m especially careful when crossing the road. That driver was probably scared too, kept apologizing to me."


    Third Sister-inw Huang was feeding the baby form. Looking at the plump little boy eagerly gulping down the milk, she said, "The traffic these days is so chaotic, nobody''s managing it."


    Chen Men, however, listened with her heart pounding.


    She couldn''t help but feel that this was Fan Xiang''s way of teaching her a lesson and showing his colors. He wouldn''t kill people indiscriminately, but he was trying to threaten her through Huang.


    Fan Xiang was a ticking time bomb that had to be dealt with. Yesterday, Yan Zhao had only said lightly that he would certainly handle the matter before leaving.


    She didn''t know exactly how he would handle it, but if he couldn''t handle it well, Yan Xishan''s mockery would be the least of their worries. The safety of her family and the friends and rtives around her was what mattered most.


    "Teacher Huang, from now on don''t go out after dark. If you need to go out, I''ll find someone to apany you and carry your bag," Chen Men said.


    Huang replied, "We''re already short-staffed, and you want to assign someone to carry my bag? Men, aren''t we getting a bit ahead of ourselves before the project has even grown big?"


    "This has nothing to do with getting ahead of ourselves. We must assign someone to you," Men insisted.


    Safety was more important than anything!


    There were many guests at Huang Zhengde''s home. Chen Men, Sister Mao, and Second Sister-inw Liu were in the kitchen boiling water and making tea to serve the guests. Suddenly, a woman pinched her from behind: "Men?"


    "Chunxia, what are you doing?" Chen Men turned around to see Su Chunxia and gave her a pat.


    "Female contractor, you must be making good money. You''ve be a big boss but you''re still willing to make tea here, aren''t you worried about lowering your status? It''s strange, people used to curse Yan Xishan as a stinking dog turd, and spit on the ground he walked on. Howe no one in the Seventh Brigade is jealous of you as a contractor?" Su Chunxia asked with a smile.


    Although Chen Men was a contractor, indeed no one was jealous of her.


    Firstly, she wasn''t really making money, still living an ordinary life. Secondly, even though they now had air conditioning, a color TV, and recently Yuanyuan got a piano, in the eyes of the neighbors, Chen Men was down-to-earth, always willing to help when neighbors had problems, even ready to lend a hand to an elderly person she met on the street. She didn''t brag or show off, so what was there for people to be jealous of?


    "Are you jealous? Then don''t drink the tea I made," Chen Men said as she snatched back the teacup from Su Chunxia''s hand.


    Su Chunxia almost got scalded and cried out, "Why would I be jealous of you? By the way, that money from my aunt, the interest should increase this year, right? Is it fifty percent?"


    "What interest?" Chen Men asked back.


    "There was a ''ck five category'' person who smuggled himself to Southeast Asia. Because my aunt saved his life, and Yan Xing''s death seemed to have something to do with him, he sent a sum of money to my aunt after the Reform and Opening Up. That money is being held by my uncle. When my aunt was about to pass away, she said that money should be left to Little Wang. My uncle used to have my second cousin send the interest to Zhou Xueqin. Now he sends it to you, right?"


    If Su Chunxia hadn''t mentioned it, Chen Men wouldn''t have thought of it. Indeed, she had received a sum of money today, fifty yuan.


    So, that money wasn''t New Year''s money from Yan Peiheng for the children, but interest from money someone had given to Su Wen and saved?


    Little Wang happened to be helping out, arranging the eggs that people had brought with Yuanyuan. The kitchen cab was almost full of eggs.


    Chen Men asked the young man, "Do you know about the money your grandmother had, and that your second uncle gives interest every year?"


    Little Wang hesitated for a moment before saying, "I know." But at the same time, the young man frowned, "Mom, can you not ask about this?"


    "I can''t," Chen Men said seriously. "And mom must ask. Haven''t you noticed? Since mom married your dad, mom still hasn''t met your grandfather. What if your grandfather isn''t happy, doesn''t like mom, and in the future asks mom to divorce your dad? What will you do? Or do you want a new mom?"


    She always felt that many things weren''t right, but couldn''t pinpoint exactly what was wrong.


    Although it didn''t have much to do with her.


    But Yan Zhao was after all a second-generation official. If he really moved against Fan Xiang and his son without someone covering for him from above, and if the provincial leaders found someone to deal with him, wouldn''t that also be trouble?


    Their father-son rtionship was bad, and if his father didn''t find someone above to give him backing, just as Yan Xishan said, he would sooner orter be brought down by someone.


    When Little Wang heard about getting a new mom, he immediately became anxious: "He wouldn''t dare! I heard my mom say he has a mistress in the capital. If he dares to abandon you, I''ll shout this matter out loud!"


    Goodness, this boy''s words scared Chen Men so much that she covered his mouth: "Don''t you dare talk nonsense. If you shout and others hear, how would that look?"


    Yuanyuan and Little Lang also came over. The little one was still too young to understand what his brother was so anxious about.


    Little Wang said in a low voice: "I heard my original mom and grandmother talking about it. It''s absolutely true. They said my grandpa pretending to be angry and noting home is fake, but having a mistress in the capital is true! My original mom even borrowed a lot of money from grandpa using this as leverage."


    Yan Peiheng has a mistress in the capital?


    Originally, the money Su Wen had was a thank-you gift from someone who had been sent down to Yanguan Vige for re-education butter smuggled himself to Southeast Asia, grateful that she had saved his life.


    But it was when that person was sent down to Yanguan Vige that Yan Xing died.


    Yan Peiheng not only med his wife for not taking good care of the child, but he probably implicitly believed that the child''s death was entirely his wife''s responsibility.


    Chen Men secretly guessed that, at the very least, Yan Peiheng believed that during that period, Su Wen had been emotionally unfaithful.


    When Su Wen died, Little Wang was two years old. Because Su Wen said that money should be given to Little Wang, Zhou Xueqin definitely wanted to get that money as soon as possible.


    But in Yan Peiheng''s eyes, that "ck five category" person was the adulterer. Yan Peiheng''s eptance of that money was probably out of helplessness. How could he possibly give the money to Zhou Xueqin?


    So Zhou Xueqin, instead of resolving family conflicts, used the fact that Yan Peiheng had a mistress to threaten him and demand money from him, fighting fire with fire.


    If that''s the case, wouldn''t Yan Peiheng hate Yan Zhao and his mother even more?


    After all, the two older ones had always been in the capital, while Yan Zhao grew up with his mother in Yanguan Vige.


    The mother and son had also led to the death of old man''s most beloved little Yan Xing.


    But regardless.


    In herter years, Su Wen''s mind wasn''t very clear, and she had a hard time living alone. If her husband had a mistress and because of that didn''t even attend her funeral...


    Yan Peiheng would truly be an extraordinarily terrible person.


    However, all of this was spection. Regardless of what kind of person Yan Peiheng was, Little Wang shouldn''t disrespect his elders or speak ill of them.


    Thinking of this, Chen Men suddenly said, "Yuanyuan, do you think your original dad was good?"


    Yan Xishan?


    Yuanyuan thought he wasn''t good, truly disappointing, but could she say that?


    She smiled, turned and walked out the door, saying as she ran: "Mom, I''m going to see the baby!"


    Chen Men turned around and was about to speak, but Little Wang quickly said: "No need to make an example of me, I know not to speak ill of elders. Do you think I''d tell others if they asked?"


    If Chen Men hadn''t asked, if she hadn''t said he might be disowned by his grandfather if he didn''t talk, would Little Wang have said anything?


    When Zhou Xueqin''s friends bullied him so badly, did he tell anyone?


    When has he ever not kept everything bottled up inside?


    This mom is really going too far!


    It''s entrapment!


    Chen Men saw him take several eggs as he was heading out, and said: "Those are Teacher Huang''s eggs. Little Wang, we don''t need eggs..."


    "Teacher Huang said any eggs that don''t fit in the cab are mine. Now the cab is full, so these belong to me!" Little Wang ran off cradling the eggs.


    The little miser, Chen Men thought as she followed him out and watched him take careful small steps toward the market with the eggs.


    Selling them for money - what a schemer.


    A true miser, through and through. A penny-pincher and hoarder.


    Apparently the kid has already amassed the enormous fortune of 220 yuan.


    His dad, Chen Men gives him 10 yuan a week. Compared to him, his dad is practically a pauper!


    At the same time, at the Jindong Branch Bureau, with city leadersing to investigate, officials big and small were scrambling frantically.


    In Yan Zhao''s office, Yan Xishan was smoking while Yan Bin rubbed his forehead. Wu Qianhong, the madam of Dream Paris, and one of her girls sat across from them. They exchanged nces and bitter smiles.


    Internal police conflicts, a battle of the gods - either way, mere mortals like them would suffer.


    Reluctantly but necessarily, they came because today Yan Zhao wanted to bring up the hit-and-run case.


    Yan Zhao''s office rarely had visitors, especially prostitutes and madams.


    But that''s how it is at the police station - you never know what kind of people will show up for what cases.


    Deputy Bureau Chief Zhao actually knew Wu Qianhong and the prostitute. When invited and unable to refuse, he would partake in their services. But in this setting, who would dare admit to knowing prostitutes and madams?


    However, Deputy Bureau Chief Zhao found it rather amusing that prostitutes and a madam had appeared in Yan Zhao''s office. Did this prove that Yan Zhao wasn''t as immune to vice as rumors suggested?


    The city bureau leaders wereing to inspect their work.


    On the surface, everyone was busy with their own tasks, putting on a show of productivity.


    But there were subtleties at y. For instance, on Zhao Lei''s desky the case file of Qi Dongmei and Hu Xiaomei''s baby trafficking.


    In this case, he had set up Fan Zhenhua''s wife Ren Qian as an exemr.


    She had epted bribes and privately charged money to inform many pregnant women about their fetuses'' sex, leading to at least 70-80 abortions of female fetuses, some aste as 7-8 months - tantamount to murder.


    This should be enough for criminal sentencing, right?


    But not in Zhao Lei''s hands, because in the 1990s there was a get-out-of-jail-free card when it came to sentencing: iming ignorance of thew.


    After all, this was still the era of promoting legal awareness. Anyone whomitted a crime could im they didn''t understand or know thew, shifting responsibility tow enforcement for failing to educate them about the illegality of their actions.


    Ignorance of thew could lead to lighter sentences.


    This was a legal grey area that only those well-versed in thew could exploit.


    He ced this case on his desk, knowing the leaders would surely inquire about it when they arrived.


    After all, Fan Zhenhua''s wife had broken thew, and Fan Zhenhua would need to give an internal exnation. When the time came, he would bring up the case first, allowing Fan Zhenhua to make his apologies in front of the bureau chief and others. Then he''d invoke the ignorance ofw defense, and the matter would be settled.


    It was all nned out perfectly. Zhao Lei went out to greet the leaders, and Ma Bo entered his office, directly swapping out the case filesid open on his desk.


    The city bureau chief''s surname was Zhang, Zhang Chao, also a military-turned-civilian official.


    Upon arrival, he first shook hands with Yan Zhao: "Jindong Branch Bureau, thank you for your hard work, Captain Yan."


    Jindong District was part of the high-tech zone, with manyplex cases involving severalrge factories - major cases that were particrly difficult to handle.


    The current state of public security was not bad, and the leaders had their own measuring stick.


    "We wouldn''t dare embarrass the leaders," said Yan Zhao.


    Chief Zhang then shook hands with Zhao Lei, naturally ncing at his desk: "What case are you currently working on?"


    Zhao Lei had left the case files open before stepping out. How had they ended up back in the folder? He internally cursed whoever had "helpfully" tidied his desk, but it didn''t matter - he could still open the folder and report on their work.


    Yan Zhao was quick, handing the folder to Chief Zhang: "This is the case that our Deputy Bureau Chief Zhao has ordered us to focus on."


    Zhao Lei hadn''t managed to grab the folder first, which annoyed him, but he said nothing.


    After all, he and Fan Zhenhua had alreadye to an understanding - Fan Zhenhua would credit him for handling this matter.


    The bureau chief and several deputy chiefs were present. Chief Zhang flipped through the folder, then passed it to another deputy chief, turning to ask Fan Zhenhua: "Isn''t your father retiring soon from Dongfang Group?"


    "Yes," said Fan Zhenhua.


    Looking at Chief Zhang''s expression, he felt something was off. Wasn''t it just about his wife epting some money in the ultrasound department?


    In today''s society, what position doesn''t involve taking a little money? For such a small matter, shouldn''t a simple apology suffice? His rtionship with Chief Zhang had always been good, so why was he looking at him like that?


    "Is all the evidence and witnesses ounted for? This case was handled by the Jindong Branch, right? Fan Xiang instructing someone to hit a person with a car - that''s premeditated murder, isn''t it?" said another deputy chief.


    Zhao Lei was stunned. Everyone present was stunned. Fan Zhenhua snatched the case file, and a photo fell to the ground - it was the ident scene where Huang Quanan had fatally struck someone.


    The victim, Li Fugui, had his brains spilled out - a horrific sight.


    Hadn''t this case been closed and the person released? Who had dug it up?


    "Deputy Bureau Chief Zhao ordered us to thoroughly investigate this case. As subordinates, we wouldn''t dare embarrass our leaders," Ma Bo added. "Currently, the witness who can prove Fan Xiang and Huang Quanan''s conspiracy is in Captain Yan''s office."


    "Witness? What witness?" Chief Zhang asked.


    Ma Bo exined: "A prostitute from Dream Paris. Both Fan Xiang and Huang Quanan had visited her."


    "You''re joking. How can you trust a prostitute''s word? And how could my father possibly visit prostitutes? Ma Bo, you''re ndering a superior..." Fan Zhenhua roared angrily, while also feeling confused.


    He sensed something was wrong and realized someone must be targeting him.


    But why the hell would Zhao Lei do this to him?


    On what grounds? Zhao Lei was supposed to be on his side.


    Had he recently cozied up to other leaders?


    "There''s also Yan Bin, the former police chief of Yanguan Vige, who can testify that he personally saw Huang Quanan make no attempt to brake before hitting Li Fugui..." Before Ma Bo could finish, Fan Zhenhua suddenly pointed at his nose and said: "Bullshit! Ma Bo, where are you from? Ankang, right? Fine, I''ll remember you. I''ll remember this!"


    Ma Bo choked, frozen in ce.


    Bringing up someone''s hometown was a direct threat to dig up graves.


    If Fan Zhenhua didn''t fall from power, Ma Bo''s father might get hit by a car the next day.


    However, Yan Zhao immediately said coldly: "Director Fan, what does Ma Bo matter? I''m above him, and Deputy Bureau Chief Zhao is above me."


    "So you''re all in cahoots," Fan Zhenhua''s voice trembled. Suddenly seeming to understand something, he lunged at Deputy Bureau Chief Zhao, red-faced and shouting: "You''ve ganged up to take me down. There are cases out there you''re not investigating, but behind closed doors you''re secretly targeting leaders?"


    Zhao Lei felt that Yan Zhao had sold him out, yed him.


    But with everyone watching, leaders all around, what could he say?


    Was he the head of the branch bureau?


    Of course he was - recently, he had been taking credit for all the high-profile cases and des the branch should have received.


    To him, Yan Zhao was just a workhorse.


    But now this workhorse had outmaneuvered him.


    In front of the leaders, he was speechless!


    Several team leaders from the branch tried to mediate and pull them apart. The city bureau leaders collectively remained silent. Zhao Lei was cornered by Fan Zhenhua, at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.


    Yan Zhao was the only one who grabbed Fan Zhenhua''s shoulder with hisrge hand, holding him in ce: "Director Fan, when Deputy Bureau Chief Ma Kai was investigated, didn''t you say Ma Kai was covering up and condoning criminals, seriously damaging the image of our Party and our system? You said you''d represent the city bureau and ask the court to conduct a fair trial and severely punish the perpetrators. Now it''s your turn, and you say we''re going after you? What about thew then, and what about the image of our public security system? Is this how you act now? Threatening subordinates, digging up people''s ancestral graves?"


    Fan Zhenhua tried to struggle and break free from Yan Zhao''s grip, but was pinned in ce, unable to move an inch.


    He looked up and met Yan Zhao''s eyes, suddenly realizing that what Yan Zhao had just said was exactly the same, word for word, as what he himself had said at the public trial meeting.


    Wasn''t this guy just a brute?


    Wasn''t he just a stubborn mule who only knew how to work blindly?


    Fan Zhenhua had been convinced he wouldn''tst a few days before being taken down.


    But how the hell was this stubborn mule Yan Zhao still in his position, while he himself was about to be taken down?


    How was this possible?


    They dare to go after him?


    Nobody in this branch bureau would get off easy.


    "You dare to mess with me? I have people above me, just you wait!" Fan Zhenhua roared angrily.


    Bureau Chief Zhang had been holding that photo the whole time and couldn''t hold back any longer. He suddenly pped it against Fan Zhenhua''s chest: "Investigate! Thoroughly investigate! If we don''t, I''m afraid Director Fan won''t even spare us. Are you still a government official? I think you''re nothing but a [expletive]!"


    "Deputy Bureau Chief Zhao... Chief... listen to my exnation, this is retaliation, retaliation!" Fan Zhenhua looked left and right, calling out several times.


    But all the leaders in the bureau were trying hard to avoid his gaze.


    Only then did he realize he may have been a bit too impulsive earlier.


    He still wanted to plead with Bureau Chief Zhang, but when he turned back to look at Ma Bo and Yan Zhao, they had an expression of "I don''t know who the hell is going after me, but when I get out, I''ll make sure they pay for it."


    His resentful gaze happened to sweep over Yan Zhao, who immediately said: "Xiong Xiangdang, why aren''t you arresting him yet?"


    "Why haven''t you made the arrest?" Bureau Chief Zhang also shouted.


    "Should we detain Director Fan? At our branch?" Ma Bo asked.


    Bureau Chief Zhang said: "Of course, the case happened in your branch, do I need to do it myself?"


    "Yes!" Xiong Xiangdang led his men and actually put handcuffs on Fan Zhenhua.


    "Zhao Lei, you just wait, you just wait!" Fan Zhenhua was still shouting and struggling as he was being handcuffed.


    Suddenly, there were several loud crashes. The city bureau leaders thought Fan Zhenhua had drawn a gun, thinking it was gunshots, and were so frightened they covered their heads.


    But when everyone looked back, they realized there was a row of thermos sks against the wall, originally prepared to make tea for the leaders. Fan Zhenhua had kicked and knocked over several sks, which crashed to the ground with loud bangs, hot water shattering and steam rising.


    Bureau Chief Zhang was silent for a while, waiting for some police officers toe in and clean up the thermos debris before saying: "Everyone should learn from Comrade Zhao Lei, who is diligent in his work and persistent in his pursuit, especially fearless in the face of superiors and brave in exposing all illegal acts of superiors. Let''s give Comrade Zhao Lei a round of apuse!"


    There was a sparse, halfhearted apuse, sounding more like a ghostly summons.


    Fan Zhenhua may have been arrested, but he did indeed have people above him. Zhao Lei was very brave, but wouldn''t he also face retaliation?


    When a rabbit dies, the fox grieves. Who could muster any enthusiasm to apud?


    Not to mention the group at the bureau apuding with trepidation.


    Not far away, in Yan Zhao''s office.


    Yan Xishan was also apuding, but with genuine feeling and jubtion.


    In government agencies, interpersonal rtionships are even harder to navigate than for nouveau riche. After all, nouveau riche encounter only enemies when they go out, so they can just fight.


    The people Yan Zhao encounters are colleagues, leaders, superiors - it''s unclear if they are friends or enemies, or people who want his life.


    He clearly investigated Fan Zhenhua himself, yet pinned the me on Deputy Bureau Chief Zhao.


    This was truly a masterful move of using another''s knife to kill.


    He yed it beautifully.


    That bastard Yan Zhao, even without connections above, he could still make his way to the top.


    Bold, ruthless, and skilled - truly a living King of Hell.


    But Yan Xishan had to leave quickly now. This kind of godly battle was not for a mere mortal like him to get involved in.


    As he left the public security bureau and approached his car, he smelled something foul. Damn it, some dog had left a huge pile of shit by his tire.


    Even more disgusting was that he had stepped in it.


    But shit brings good fortune, Yan Xishan consoled himself, and smiled even more happily.


    ...


    It was time to get off work. Deputy Bureau Chief Zhao saw Yan Zhao also tidying up his desk, so he walked over and asked, "Team Leader Yan, not leaving early?"


    Yan Zhao was answering a phone call with one hand while cleaning his desk with the other. He had just hung up and stood up: "I''m about to leave. You go ahead, leader."


    Zhao Lei also smiled: "Let''s go together!"


    This is what you call depth. Killing without a knife, being humble and low-key, yet with one sentence at the crucial moment, Deputy Bureau Chief Zhao couldn''t clear his name even if he had a mouthful of exnations.


    Now the city bureau leaders all saw him as a living target.


    Walking side by side, Yan Zhao suddenly asked: "Deputy Bureau Chief Zhao, when ites time to interrogate Fan Zhenhua, will you do it or should I?"


    Deputy Bureau Chief Zhao hesitated for a moment, reflexively saying: "You do it."


    If he were to interrogate, he was afraid Fan Zhenhua might expose his corruption and bribery.


    How embarrassing would that be?


    But as soon as the words left his mouth, Deputy Bureau Chief Zhao regretted it.


    If Yan Zhao interrogated, would Fan Zhenhua reveal things about him to Yan Zhao?


    If Fan Zhenhua told Yan Zhao about him, would Yan Zhao take the opportunity to remove him from the Jindong Branch Bureau?


    Or would he let him retire safely out of respect for the old leader?


    The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Deputy Bureau Chief Zhao couldn''t walk anymore and had to lean against the wall to rest.


    After confirming the deputy bureau chief wasn''t walking, Yan Zhao said softly, "See you tomorrow," and walked past Zhao Lei. His olive green police uniform, hat tucked under his arm, he strode forward with one arm swinging freely.


    Down the stairs, through the lobby, he yanked open the door. Outside was dazzling sunlight, instantly bathing his broad, t chest.


    In a sh, it also illuminated the golden badge on his sleeve, that shield representing judicial fairness and justice gradually lit up by the evening glow, bing blindingly bright.


    Without hesitation, he stepped into the sunlight.


    ...


    Yan Zhao was in a good mood today. After leaving the bureau, he saw someone selling small hair clips by the road. After careful selection, he splurged and bought one.


    Entering the courtyard, he saw three children ying.


    Little Lang was holding arge bottle of c and drinking it.


    Yuanyuan and Little Wang were on either side, seemingly criticizing him.


    Little Lang took a sip of c, and Little Wang immediately pointed at his nose and said: "If you drink any more, you won''t grow taller!"


    Yuanyuan then said: "Your teeth will also be dissolved by the c, and your belly will get even bigger. You''ll grow uglier and uglier."


    Little Lang liked drinking c, but being threatened like this by his brother and sister, he would take a sip and then sigh worriedly.


    But sighing was sighing, it didn''t stop him from guzzling c into his mouth.


    Since he already couldn''t grow taller, might as well drown his sorrows with the big jug of c in his arms!


    Burp, it tasted so good!


    But just as Little Lang was savoring it, with one swoop, ck Dad snatched away his c jug.


    "ck Dad, mean ck Dad!" Little Lang wailed, his mouth wide open as he started crying.


    He''d rather not grow taller, he loved drinking c.


    Chen Men was on the phone in the bedroom, her expression a bit strange, neither smiling nor not. Seeing Yan Zhaoe in, she smiled and said: "Alright, we''ll wait for you toe back."


    Why did Yan Zhao feel like this call was from his father?


    He unconsciously furrowed his brow.


    Actually, the call Yan Zhao had received earlier in the office was from Yan Peiheng.


    When Yan Zhao got married, he had mentioned to the old man that he was still living in Yanguan Vige and had married a local woman. She was divorced, but a very good person.


    However, he hadn''t mentioned that the woman was a rtive of Zhou Xueqin''s family.


    He had downyed all of that.


    So in Yan Peiheng''s understanding, Yan Zhao had married an ordinary local rural woman.


    This woman had a history of divorce but was willing to raise Little Wang and Little Lang.


    For a father, nothing could be better than his son finding a well-behaved, decent woman.


    But just a few days ago, Zhou Xueqin in the south called Mi Lan, the wife of the Yan family''s second son, Yan Wei. It was probably about needing connections to handle some matter.


    Speaking of Yan Zhao, those in the capital only then learned that Chen Men was actually the sister-inw of Zhou Xueqin''s younger sister.


    Moreover, she was Yan Xishan''s ex-wife.


    In Yan Peiheng''s eyes, Yan Xishan from the Seventh Team wasn''t even worth a pile of dog shit.


    How could his ex-wife be any good?


    Yan Zhao had been blind once, but this time he must have gonepletely mad.


    So today, the old man called and roared at Yan Zhao.


    Yan Zhao simply hung up the phone.


    Now, he''s calling back home directly.


    "Your father says he''ll probably be home in a few days," Chen Men said after hanging up the phone.


    Little Lang drank too much c, so his ck dad snatched the c away.


    Yan Zhao won''t answer the phone, so his ck dad is personally rushing home to break up this love affair!

 Chapter 65

    They had been married for almost a year now, so wasn''t it a bitte for her father-inw to object?


    It was like saying the rice had already been cooked into porridge, and the porridge was about to burn.


    "My father and mother have long been separated. We should just live our own lives," Yan Zhao said briefly. "He won''te to the Seventh Brigade. I''ll go see him when the timees and resolve the issue."


    "Let me go with you to meet your father," Chen Men suggested. "Even if I''m an ugly daughter-inw, I should at least meet my father-inw, right?"


    Yan Zhao, characteristically cold and stern, replied, "There''s no need. Besides, you''re not ugly. You''re very beautiful."


    Chen Men thought for a moment, then couldn''t help but ask, "If it weren''t for Yuanyuan, you wouldn''t have married me, would you?"


    Yan Zhao paused in washing his face, water droplets covering his face. "Why would you think that?"


    Yan Zhao didn''t discuss these things with her, but Chen Men had her own theories. She imagined Yan Zhao''s thought process must have been something like this: initially, he was reluctant and unwilling, forced by Zhou Xueqin''s threats to go to Chen Vige for matchmaking, with no intention of marrying her at the time.


    Yuanyuan had been the catalyst for their marriage.


    It was because she resembled her deceased aunt that Yan Zhao decided to marry her, disregarding the fact that she was Yan Xishan''s ex-wife, ignoring that his father would likely be furious when he found out, and not caring about all the gossip they''d have to endure.


    However, when it came to family matters, Yan Zhao was as tough as a diamond. No matter how forceful Yan Peiheng might be, a grown son couldn''t be controlled by his mother, let alone his father.


    So he couldn''t control Yan Zhao.


    "How exactly has Fan Zhenhua''s case been handled?" Chen Men had to ask about this first.


    Her construction site was being harassed incessantly by a gang of hooligans. As long as Fan Xiang and his son weren''t taken down, she''d continue to be harassed.


    Yan Zhao then briefed Chen Men on how the bureau had dealt with Fan Zhenhua''s case today.


    After listening, Chen Men had another worry: "Deputy Bureau Chief Zhao was dealt with by you. He won''t let you off easily in the future, will he?"


    Yan Zhao pinned something in Chen Men''s hair, looking at her with a double meaning: "So you can run your projects, but don''t make mistakes, and don''t do anything illegal."


    If others broke thew, they''d likely just face legal sanctions. But if Chen Men broke thew, Yan Zhao would fall with her.


    Little Lang sneaked in quietly, trying to retrieve the c his stern father had confiscated. But just as his hand reached the c bucket, Yan Zhao swiftly turned around.


    Little Lang, not one to give up, immediately clenched his fists and assumed a horse stance: "Little Lang in horse stance, Little Lang steady." Who''s afraid of a horse stance, anyway?


    "Yan Wangqi," Yan Zhao called out.


    Little Wang ran in: "Dad, what''s up?"


    "Do the horse stance with Yan Minng for forty minutes. Each of you can have a sip of c afterward," Yan Zhao said.


    This waspletely unfair for Little Wang. He wanted to grow taller and stronger, so no matter how good c tasted, he abstained. Howe he had to do the horse stance just because Little Lang wanted to drink c?


    So unlucky.


    "Yan Little Lang, next time I buy you c, I''ll be your grandson," Little Wang said angrily, clenching his fists. He was the one who had bought that c for Little Lang.


    Yuanyuan noticed something in Chen Men''s hair: "Mom, what a beautiful chrysanthemum."


    Chen Men reached up to touch what Yan Zhao had pinned in her hair earlier. She was almost blinded by its gaudiness ¨C it was a small pink hairpin, shaped like a pink chrysanthemum.


    No wonder Yan Peiheng had said on the phone earlier that his third son was fine in all other aspects, except for beingpletely blind when it came to women. It was true. Who knows where he had picked this up ¨C a pink chrysanthemum, unbelievably ugly, a disaster in the history of aesthetics.


    "Mom, why aren''t you wearing it?" Yuanyuan asked again.


    Chen Men pinned it on Yuanyuan''s head instead: "If you like it, you can wear it."


    Yuanyuan gently touched the small hairpin on her head and turned to leave: "Mom, I''m going to show it to Ning and Song."


    It seemed like such an ordinary little thing, but after watching Yuanyuan leave, Yan Zhao actually got angry: "You don''t like that hairpin?"


    "I do like it, I really do," Chen Men said.


    She couldn''t very well say she didn''t like it when he was under so much pressure at work and had finally found time to buy a hairpin for his wife.


    Yan Zhao said in a muffled voice: "Then you should wear it yourself."


    Did he mean he was unhappy that she had given the hairpin to Yuanyuan?


    Was it really necessary? He didn''t hesitate to buy Yuanyuan a piano, and now he was upset over a hairpin that cost just a few cents?


    "That''s my daughter. I''d give her my life, let alone a hairpin," Chen Men said with a smile.


    Yan Zhao''s face was characteristically dark.


    Entering the kitchen, Yan Zhao was pleasantly surprised to see nang bread on the cutting board. The nang smelled like it had been baked with fruit wood. There were two with sesame and onion, two with almonds and pistachios, and at the bottom, there was even a sweet nang, which was rarely seen even in Xinjiang. Yan Zhao didn''t usually like sweets, but he had a soft spot for sweet nang.


    The sweet nang with crystallized rock sugar on top made a crispy sound when eaten, chewy with a wheat aroma, soft yet springy.


    For dinner, Chen Men once again made a big pot of stew. Making stew now was different from a few years ago when it was just potatoes, cabbage, and some meat slices. Now there were homemade fish tofu and small sausages sold outside, and she would fry some egg tofu skin herself. The adults might not be fond of these, but the children loved them.


    Stewed together in one pot, paired with the fruit wood-baked nang from Buymeti, whether dipped in the soup or eaten dry, it was especially delicious.


    Little Lang remained silent. He had been doing the horse stance since his father came home. His stern dad had cleaned the entire kitchen and pruned the tworge peonies at the door. Little Lang hadn''t moved an inch, maintaining the horse stance for a full hour and a half.


    Now he wanted to drink c.


    For Little Lang, what was supposed to be "one sip" turned into half the bottle disappearing in one gulp.


    One sip of c, one bite of stew, apanied by the sweet nang ¨C before he knew it, he had drunk too much again, his belly round and full.


    "After eating, go hit the punching bag for half an hour," Yan Zhao said, frowning.


    "Mom, can''t we let Little Lang skip the punching bag? It''s so tiring," Yuanyuan tugged at Chen Men''s arm and said, "Little Lang, let''s listen to mom, not dad."


    "No," Yan Zhao took the hairpin off her head and put it back on her mother''s.


    Yuanyuan had aplex, contradictory feeling of both liking and disliking her new dad with his perpetually dark face.


    She didn''t like that he always made Little Wang and Little Lang do horse stances, and she didn''t like his always stern tone.


    After all, in a blended family, the little girl secretly felt that her mom should side with them. So now, she was challenging her dad''s authority.


    "Mom, I don''t want Little Lang to hit the punching bag," she said.


    "Yuanyuan, after dinner, take the bowls to the kitchen with Little Wang and wash them together. Little Lang must go hit the punching bag," Chen Men said, taking the hairpin off her own head and putting it back on Yuanyuan''s.


    Although Little Lang would never have a blood-rted illness in this life, when Su Chunxia came to Yanguan Vige a few days ago, she mentioned in passing that this child''s skin was unnaturally pale and suggested Chen Men take him to the hospital for a check-up. Chen Men took Little Lang for a blood test, and although the doctor said the child''s indicators were still normal and there wasn''t a big problem, Chen Men discovered that Little Lang''s telet count was slightly lower than normal.


    Although low telets don''t necessarily mean leukemia.


    But Little Lang was plump in an unhealthy way, and his physique was indeed not as good as Little Wang and Yuanyuan''s. His willingness to do horse stances and hit the punching bag was good for his health. With more and more cars on the road and increasing air pollution, Chen Men had originally consideredying new floor tiles and buying a new set of furniture for the house in the near future, but feared that once they renovated, it would produce harmful gases like formaldehyde and benzene, so she had postponed it.


    If Little Lang didn''t build up his body, he would be very susceptible to leukemia.


    Yuanyuan and Little Lang were collecting the tes together, then looked at Yan Zhao, who immediately said, "Leave the bowls, I''ll wash them. You two older ones bring out your winter vacation homework, I need to check it."


    With school about to start, Chen Men had forgotten that it was time to check the two older children''s winter vacation homework.


    Yuanyuan touched the pink hairpin on her head, and this time her voice was even louder than Little Wang''s: "I''ll go get it right away."


    The hairpin was still on her head, proving that mom loved her the most.


    Since Yan Zhao was back, all the housework would definitely be left to him. Chen Men still had to go to Teacher Huang''s house.


    The Qinchuan Group officially broke ground and began construction on March 1st. Huang Zhengde was busy with nning, and he had been considering his situationtely. Many young teachers with college degrees had been assigned to the vige elementary school, while he only had a high school education. The principal told him he needed to either take time off for further studies or enroll in night school to get an associate''s degree, otherwise he would only be able to earn the minimum base sry of 80 yuan.


    Both taking time off for studies and attending night school would mean earning only the base sry for several years.


    Looking at his infant son gulping down form milk in his swaddling clothes - one package of form every seven days, costing five yuan each - Huang realized the child wasn''t drinking milk, but money.


    Although Huang was reluctant to give up his teaching job, he needed more money to live on, so he had been considering resigning.


    Chen Men needed to ask Huang how he was leaning. Of course it would be good if he gave up his government job to make money with her - she was considering offering him 700 yuan per month.


    But if he continued teaching, Huang would eventually be able to collect a pension, which would affect thetter half of his life. Chen Men didn''t dare take on that responsibility.


    Teacher Huang was carrying a dead crow, about to throw it in the garbage.


    Seeing Chen Mene out, he brought the dead crow over: "Men, do you know where this dead crow came from?"


    A dead crow was quite an eerie sight.


    "I went to the Dongfang Group today. I didn''t notice on the way out, but when I got home I found a dead crow hanging from the back of my bicycle," Teacher Huang had figured it out by now. "I think someone must be targeting us, deliberately causing trouble."


    "Let me handle this. But Teacher Huang, have you made a decision? If you''re going to enroll in night school, I''ll have to find a new technician. If..." Chen Men didn''t finish before Huang interrupted: "I need to work with you. I don''t need as high a sry as Yan Bin - 300 a month is fine. The baby needs form, and I just found a nanny for my sister-inw today. Everything costs money. As a teacher, I can''t afford to raise a child."


    In recent years, arge majority of those who''ve gone into business did so out of family necessity.


    "I''ll give you a sry of 700, the same as Yan Bin. And as I said before, try to be careful when you go out," Chen Men said.


    Though the tree may fall and the monkeys scatter, a centipede dies but is not stiff. Even with Fan Xiang arrested, [redacted], thugs will always exist.


    I''m out in the open while the enemy lurks in the shadows. If you try to catch thugs, you might seed, but it would end in a fight and both sides getting fined at the police station. In serious cases there could even be detention. It''s not worth it.


    So we can only endure this for now and wait for a chance to strike back decisively.


    The thugs cut the ropes, so Chen Men bought new ones. Teacher Huang was nearly hit, so from then on whenever he went out, Chen Men assigned a migrant worker to carry his bag.


    The three-wheeled cart still got its tires punctured and deted every day. Chen Men simply had Chen Degong buy belts and glue to patch the tires himself.


    You puncture in secret, I''ll patch openly. Though frustrated, at least they avoided direct conflict with the small-time thugs.


    Chen Men had been gritting her teeth and enduring all this without telling Yan Zhao, not wanting to add to his stress in dealing with Fan Xiang. But now that Fan Zhenhua and his son had been arrested, she had to tell Yan Zhao.


    Thugs be addicted to bullying - the more you swallow your anger, the more relentless they be.


    That night, as theyy in bed, Chen Men finally told him about it.


    Yan Zhao''s reaction surprised Chen Men. Most men, when their wives work outside and encounter trouble, fear it will cause problems for themselves. At the slightest issue, without asking who was at fault, they first scold and berate their wife, helping while cursing all the while.


    But he said: "Why didn''t you tell me about this immediately when it happened?"


    Also considering that Yan Zhao disliked using connections, Chen Men raised both hands and said: "I''ll go through proper channels. I''ll file a report, but I still need to use your name when I go to the police station. Only then will the officers seriously investigate these matters for me. Is that okay?"


    "No need." Yan Zhao was about to do push-ups and examine Chen Men''s breasts. "This kind of thing has been happening a lot in the area recently. A gang of young thugs puncture tires and scatter nails on the road, targeting whoever they dislike. The police catch them and give them a lecture before releasing them, which only makes them angrier. They might ambush you in the middle of the night to get revenge. Don''t say anything for now, just have your people be extra careful. There must be a crime boss behind this. I''ll interrogate him when I question Fan Zhenhua and his son."


    With the reform and opening up, gangs of hooligans have been proliferating.


    The police catch them, but beating them doesn''t work - they have thick skin and are used to it. The more beatings they take and the more times they''re brought in, the more glorious they feel.


    Lectures and education are useless - they just sneer: "Officer, we spend your monthly sry in one night at the nightclub. What right do you have to hit and scold us?" It''s all learned from Hong Kong films.


    Like a stubborn skin disease, even the police can''t do anything about them.


    There must be a crime boss behind them. Only by rooting out that boss can we thoroughly eliminate these thugs.


    Since Yan Zhao said so, Chen Men let it go. After all, she had to do over an hour of "homework" every night - it was only right that he help her deal with these issues.


    Chen Men was puzzled about one thing: usually when she felt ufortable and made a sound, Yan Zhao would stop. But tonight, after quite a while, when she made a sound, Yan Zhao actually said threateningly: "Tomorrow, that hairpin needs toe back."


    Chen Men disagreed: "Yuanyuan really likes it. Let her wear it."


    Then after another long while, as if trying to force her to agree, when she made sounds again, Yan Zhao said: "The hairpin - you need to take it back to wear yourself."


    Chen Men thought to herself, is something wrong with this man?


    It''s just an ugly little hairpin, wholesale price 25 cents, sold on the street for 50 cents. Was he really going to torture her all night over this?


    Using this as punishment - wouldn''t he just exhaust himself?


    Even a donkey on a production team wouldn''t be this fierce.


    Finally it was over. This time Chen Men stripped the bedding herself, so angry she wanted to hit someone.


    "That hairpin was one I bought for you. It muste back," Yan Zhao said with a long sigh, both satisfied and vaguely threatening.


    This dog of a man - it''s just a cheap little hairpin. If Yuanyuan likes it, let her wear it. What exactly is he trying to do?


    "Fine, I''ll get it back tomorrow." If she didn''t agree, he''d probably make her cry again. But Chen Men was still angry. She had never taken anything away from her daughter before. Feeling resentful, she said: "Tomorrow I''ll go to the wholesale market and buy a whole sack of them. I''ll bring them back so Yuanyuan can wear different styles."


    To her surprise, Yan Zhao turned on the light, looking pleased as if she had finally done the right thing: "You can buy whatever you want, but things I buy for you are only for you to use."


    This domineering and forceful dog of a man had tormented her for two full hours over a little hairpin.


    Hiding under the covers, Chen Men thought bitterly that his father wasing soon.


    Apparently Yan Zhao was quite afraid of his terrifying father. Let his scary father torture this bastard.


    Although Yan Peiheng wasing, Yan Zhao didn''t want Chen Men to meet him. He felt it was his own business to handle and didn''t want to involve Chen Men.


    When Yan Peiheng called, he had also asked carefully about Chen Men. Knowing her background, he had even rudely asked if she was farming Yan Xishan''snd in the countryside or mining coal with Yan Xishan.


    When Chen Men said she was doing engineering work, the old man immediately sneered: "As expected of Zhou Xueqin''s rtive. It seems you''re not just a nouveau riche''s ex-wife, youngdy - you''re a nouveau riche yourself."


    In short, in the eyes of her father-inw Yan Peiheng, Chen Men was nothing.


    But Chen Men had to meet Yan Peiheng.


    By going after Fan Zhenhua, Yan Zhao had touched the cheese of certain provincial leaders. Although he imed to have his methods and confidently said he could protect himself and his whole family, in his previous life he didn''t get promoted to the capital until his fifties. It was during the anti-corruption campaign against high-ranking "tigers" that he was promoted solely based on his own solid, clean history.


    He had ability and a sense of justice, but for such a person to work in a small branch for twenty years, only getting promoted when his hair turned white, was in some ways tragic.


    If Chen Men could untangle the knot between him and his father, making Yan Peiheng willing to put in a good word for his son in front of provincial leaders, why wouldn''t Chen Men do it?


    However, at this time, Chen Men hadn''t expected the old man toe so quickly.


    Moreover, she had thought things would be simpler than they were.


    The beginning of the new year was generally the busiest time for the military, especially since the country wasn''t very peaceful this year. The Soviet Union had announced its dissolution in 1990. While it wasn''t much reported in Chinese news, when a neighboring superpower made such a big move - a union of nations about to break up, almost on the brink of war - the Chinese military remained on high alert, fearing trouble.


    Even if she wasn''t familiar with this aspect of history, Chen Men certainly knew about these events.


    It was during such a busy time that the old man actually took leave to return to his hometown he hadn''t visited in years, which showed just how formidable she was.


    Yan Zhao didn''t say anything, but since Yan Peiheng wasing, he would definitely go to the First Brigade, and if he went there, Yan Bin would notify her.


    Yan Bin had recently been troubled by harassment from small-time gangsters.


    He used to work in public security, andtely, Chen Men had been letting him drive the three-wheeled vehicle when it wasn''t needed at the construction site, to make him look a bit more presentable when going out.


    Last night, Yan Bin hadn''t noticed that the thugs had buried tworge-headed nails in the seat of the tricycle. In the middle of the night, he didn''t see clearly and sat right on them, piercing his buttocks.


    The day after tomorrow was the groundbreaking ceremony for the Qinchuan Group building. Chen Men didn''t want to be in the spotlight herself, so she gave Yan Bin the task of receiving the leaders and cutting the ribbon on stage.


    Yan Bin had even urgently bought himself a suit, which was a rare moment of glory for him since going into business.


    Moreover, he had been behaving well at home recently. Song Huaihua, being a woman after all, had finally softened a bit. Last night, she actually didn''t lock the bedroom door. Theoretically, Yan Bin could have gone in and pestered her a bit, at least solving his physiological needs, but his buttocks were pierced, and he missed this rare opportunity.


    At this moment, Chen Men had just gotten off work and was tidying up the things the children needed for school. Yan Bin came riding his three-wheeler.


    "Men, my second uncle has arrived. He''s at the First Brigade''s house now. Do you really n to go see him?" Yan Bin couldn''t bear to get off the vehicle because of his sore bottom.


    "Let''s go, I''ll take a look," Chen Men said.


    Yan Bin was a bit worried: "Actually, I advise you not to go. My second uncle looks very unhappy and is arguing with Third Brother. You don''t need to go."


    "Let''s go," Chen Men said as she jumped into the carriage of the three-wheeler.


    "Be careful, check for nails before you get in the carriage," Yan Bin said, limping and clutching his buttocks.


    The harassment from the small-time gangsters was bothering everyone, and they could only hope that Yan Zhao would quickly track down that criminal gang. Even so, among all the construction teams in the city, Chen Men suffered the least retaliation because her husband was, after all, in public security. Out of respect if nothing else, the small-time gangsters didn''t dare to mess with her.


    Other nouveau riche and foremen might look shy on the surface, but they couldn''t skimp on the protection fees they had to pay the gangsters.


    ...


    At the First Brigade, Yan Zhao''s old house.


    A fair-skinned, genteel-looking young man stood at the door, with a seven or eight-year-old boy beside him.


    "That''s Second Uncle Yan Wei," Yan Bin stopped the tricycle and said quietly. "When you married Third Brother, my second uncle wasn''t very happy. This time he''se with Yan Wei, apparently intending to take Little Lang and Little Wang away. You know, right? Yan Wei lost his own child, he''s childless now. The one he''s bringing is adopted. His wife doesn''t work, he runs a small business himself, and they''re probably willing to raise Little Lang and Little Wang." The implication was that the old man hade not only to drive her away but also to take Little Lang and Little Wang.


    Yan Zhao''s second brother, Yan Wei, was a civilian in the military. Due to the massive military downsizing, he was about to be transferred to civilian work. He was very handsome, as beautiful as a woman, looking very much like his mother Su Wenchen.


    Seeing Chen Men, he walked over and extended his hand from afar: "Are you Men?"


    "Second Brother," Chen Men shook his hand, and seeing the tall, thin boy raising an eyebrow at her, she asked, "What''s your name? How old are you?"


    The boy didn''t speak and hid behind Yan Wei.


    Yan Wei smiled and said, "His name is Yan Ha. He''s still young and shy around strangers." Yan Ha, the name sounded a bit strange.


    Just then, Chen Men heard someone in the courtyard say, "I''m taking Yan Wangqi and Yan Minng away today. Thank your second sister-inw properly for being willing to help you take care of the children. As for that woman, you deal with her yourself."


    "You don''t need to worry about my family affairs," Yan Zhao''s voice was cold and icy.


    So Chen Men stopped greeting and went straight into the courtyard.


    In the yard was a thin, tall old man wearing the kind of jacket that most menmonly liked to wear now, with ck trousers. His hair was crew-cut, and he wasn''t as tall as Yan Zhao, perhaps due to skeletal shrinkage with age, but his back was extremely straight.


    "I''ve lived an upright life without any blemish, how did I end up with such a troublesome son?" the old man said again.


    Yan Zhao retorted, "You can''t even manage your own son well, how could you possibly raise mine properly?"


    Suddenly, Yan Peiheng thundered like lightning: "You and your mother ruined Yan Xing, and now you want to harm my grandsons? Or is it that that surnamed Gu not only made your mother lose her mind during that time, but you didn''t even know the child was gone? You, have you ever felt remorse for Yan Xing''s death? Your own sister died, poisoned, and your mother let the murderer go free, you also allowed the killer to escape, don''t you feel any guilt? Sorrow, have you not reflected on yourself even for a minute?"


    Saliva was spraying everywhere as the old man publicly aired the suspicions about his dead wife''s alleged affair.


    Yan Zhao held his breath, standing still.


    Chen Men felt these two were about toe to blows, so she walked over.


    "Father, how can you say Yan Xing was poisoned by someone? Aren''t you overthinking it? To some extent, you bear responsibility for Yan Xing''s death. Have you ever reflected on that yourself?"


    Yan Peiheng turned to look at Chen Men,ughing from anger: "Who are you? Who do you think you''re talking to? Youngdy, do you know what you''re saying?"


    "I am Yan Zhao''s wife," Chen Men said calmly.


    So this is the woman, Yan Zhao''s new love?


    Her clothes were not exactly in - a good quality white cotton coat, ck corduroy pants, t leather shoes, and a turtleneck sweater.


    Is this the ex-wife of that good-for-nothing Yan Xishan from the Seventh Brigade?


    This was a very energetic, young, and dignified woman.


    But suddenly, Yan Peiheng remembered she was a rtive of Zhou Xueqin.


    He looked her up and down for a while, still smiling: "Youngdy... I don''t think my son is worthy of a nouveau riche''s ex-wife... Our family isn''t up to par with you and Zhou Xueqin, such outstanding, ambitious women who love money above all else."


    "Father, I actually think Yan Zhao is perfectly worthy of me, and not only is Yan Zhao more excellent than a nouveau riche, he''s more excellent than you..." It''s just praising someone to criticize them, right? If Yan Peiheng could do it, couldn''t Chen Men?


    Yan Peiheng continued tough coldly out of anger, his cold demeanor very much resembling Yan Zhao: "No wonder you''re a rtive of Zhou Xueqin, such a glib tongue... I hear you''re contracting to build the Qinchuan Group building. Youngdy, from tomorrow on, you don''t need to go anymore. I''ll speak directly with the provincial leaders to revoke all your contracting qualifications..."


    "You''re so concerned about your daughter-inw''s project, why don''t you worry a bit about the cer in your home? There''s a cer in this house that you dug, right? There''s a hole in the cer, a rat hole, also a snake den. Every time you came home on leave, my mother-inw asked you to fill it up, but every time you thought it was a small matter and refused to fill it. Do you know that Yan Xing wasn''t poisoned by anyone at all? At that time, she heard you wereing back and remembered there was still a pumpkin fromst year in the cer. She wanted to bring it out to make your favorite pumpkin rice, but she was bitten to death by a snake that came out of the hole in the cer," Chen Men said directly.


    The two men in the courtyard looked at Chen Men simultaneously, both with expressions of disbelief.

 Chapter 66

    "I married into Yanguan Vige in 1982, and I''ve seen your mother more than once," Chen Men exined, seeing Yan Zhao and Yan Peiheng looking at her in disbelief.


    Yan Zhao was clearly also doubtful, but immediately believed her. Chen Men had no reason to lie about such things.


    At the time, when Yan Xing died, it looked like she had been poisoned. Many people spected that she had been poisoned by Su Wen. Of course, Yan Zhao didn''t ept this. Yan Xing was born after three sons; no one knew how much Su Wen loved her.


    But he truly didn''t know how Yan Xing had died.


    His mother said nothing, swallowing everything. He silently shouldered the family burden alone, taking on the heavy responsibility of caring for her, but he also knew nothing.


    All these years, he rarelymunicated with his father, partly because of this.


    Of course, the truth about Yan Xing''s death should have been buried with Su Wen''s passing.


    But as luck would have it, Su Wen, whose mind wasn''t very clear in her old age, although she had her niece from her maiden family and rtives like Yan Bin and Yan Yong to look after her, didn''t have many people willing to talk to her. Moreover, her mind wasn''tpletely confused; she just didn''t want to discuss her daughter''s cause of death with people she knew.


    The reason she was willing to talk to Chen Men was because she didn''t know Chen Men. Chen Men treated the elderly well and was considerate. Most likely, she also bore some resemnce to Yan Xing.


    So regarding Yan Xing''s death, Chen Men was the only person Su Wen had ever mentioned it to.


    Combined with the old stories she had recently gathered from Song Huaihua, Liu Xiaohong, and Su Chunxia, Chen Men was currently the only living person who could objectively state the truth of the matter.


    At that time, it was like this: Yan Peiheng was in the capital, probably apany-level officer in the army. In that era, the families ofpany-level officers couldn''t relocate with their husbands, and the military district didn''t have housing to allocate to them. At most, they could visit during holidays, but normally couples lived apart.


    However, Yan Peiheng had a superior who was both a fellow townsman and an old leader. Considering that he had many children at home and his wife couldn''t manage everything alone, he allowed him to bring his eldest son Yan Jun and second son Yan Wei to the capital, to study and attend school together with the leader''s children at the leader''s home.


    Su Wen stayed in Yanguan Vige with the two younger children.


    At that time, eachmune had "ck five categories" who had been sent down. After arriving, they were like the educated youth sent to the countryside, euphemistically called "going down to the cowshed," but in reality, they lived in various peasant households, helping the "red five categories" rural masses earn work points, and reforming themselves under their influence and education.


    For a period of time, there was a "ck five category" surnamed Gu, called Gu Xiao, who had been sent down to Su Wen''s home. He was said to be the descendant of a Shanghai capitalist, and a professor-level talent.


    With husband and wife living apart, it was very easy for problems to arise in their rtionship.


    Yan Peiheng was a rough man, while Professor Gu was very handsome and refined.


    Su Wen was kind-hearted and especially good to the "ck five categories," unlike other families who would criticize them, righteously use their food ration coupons, and frequently struggle against them.


    She didn''t even skimp on food for that "ck five category," letting him eat the same meals as Yan Zhao and his siblings. During that time, the "ck five category" surnamed Gu got along very well with Su Wen.


    On the day Yan Xing had her ident, Yan Zhao had gone to school and wasn''t at home. The "ck five category" surnamed Gu had also gone to participate inbor.


    When the one surnamed Gu returned home, he found Yan Xing with a dark blue face, already dead. Su Wen was holding her, sitting nkly in the courtyard, without even tears in her eyes, just sitting there stupidly.


    Of course, the one surnamed Gu''s first reaction was to try to take Yan Xing to the hospital.


    However, at that time, Yan Zhao''s grandmother was still alive. The olddy had the same temperament as Yan Zhao and his father. Because Su Wen and that "ck five category" had a good rtionship and often chatted very well together, the olddy was already quite dissatisfied with Su Wen. Holding her dead granddaughter, she pointed at Su Wen''s nose and cursed loudly, saying that she wanted to elope with the one surnamed Gu and saw her daughter as a burden, so she had poisoned her to death.


    Then, the olddy sent a telegram to Yan Peiheng, saying that his daughter-inw wanted to elope with a "ck five category" and had poisoned their granddaughter to death because of it. She told her son toe back and catch the one surnamed Gu, crying and shouting to report the case, wanting the most powerful Revolutionary Committee at the time to execute the one surnamed Gu by firing squad.


    "Execute the one surnamed Gu, Su Wen, I want my son to divorce you, he can send you both to a military court, you are adulterers, you are destroying a military marriage!" At that time, the olddy held her granddaughter''s corpse and screamed heartbreakingly.


    The one surnamed Gu was already a "ck five category," and suddenly being implicated in such a matter, he was directly tied up by the Revolutionary Committee and beaten half to death. The Revolutionary Committee people even ran to the city to make a phone call, telling Yan Peiheng toe back and deal with the adulterer.


    Su Wen, having suddenly lost her daughter, was also in a half-crazed state. Hearing that her husband was about to return, and thinking of her husband''s stubborn donkey temper, she feared that her husband would really shoot the one surnamed Gu dead, adding another wronged ghost to the world. So she actually took advantage of the darkness to quietly release the one surnamed Gu from the Revolutionary Committee.


    Because of this, the one surnamed Gu took a train all the way south. Knowing that staying would certainly mean death, he simply hugged an oil drum and floated to Hong Kong.


    Then he went down to Southeast Asia.


    It was after he had established a business foundation in Southeast Asia that he would remit money to Su Wen.


    As for Yan Xing''s death, whenever anyone asked about it, Su Wen would say, "It''s my fault, all my fault."


    It was also because of this that not only did Yan Peiheng hate Su Wen to death.


    Even though Yan Zhao had always lived with Su Wen and felt very guilty about his sister''s death, he was powerless to defend her. Because after a few days ofmotion, his sister''s body was already beginning to decay, and the real cause of death could not be investigated.


    He only knew that his sister was gone, the "ck five category" living in their house had escaped, and his father had nearly shot his mother with a gun when he returned. But for the sake of his father''s future, and because most people believed Su Wen was a good woman, after the uproar, no one had the heart to me her further.


    So the entiremune held a collective meeting, all members of the Revolutionary Committee swore to keep it secret, and the matter was suppressed.


    Yan Peiheng returned to the capital to continue serving in the army, while Su Wen remained in the vige. Even when Yan Peiheng asionally brought the two older children back, they never slept on the same kang bed.


    Although Yan Xing''s death was never mentioned again, it hung like a curse over Yan Zhao and Su Wen.


    The truth that Su Wen told Chen Men was like this:


    "At that time, Xing Xing hadn''t seen her father for a long time and really missed him. I joked with her and said, ''Your dad ising back tomorrow. What does our Xing Xing want to do when dades back?''"


    "Make dad''s favorite pumpkin rice," Yan Xing said.


    At noon, Su Wen also went to the fields.


    When she came back in the evening and couldn''t find her daughter, she searched all the way to the cer, only to discover that her daughter''s body was already cold, still holding a big pumpkin in her arms, with arge green snake wrapped around her neck.


    Every rural household had a cer. Cers needed regr maintenance; if there were rat holes, they had to be filled in. Otherwise, not only would ratse and go, stealing food, but snakes would also follow and enter.


    Su Wen of course med herself, because in her subconscious, she had lied to her child, and the child had gone down to the cer and been killed by a snake.


    But Chen Men thought that the greater responsibilityy with Yan Peiheng. He had at least one month of leave every year. Yan Zhao could build such a bright courtyard house for the family during his vacation days, so how could Yan Peiheng not fix the rat holes in the cer?


    So it was a simple matter: regardless of what happened between Su Wen and the one surnamed Gu, Yan Xing had been killed by a snake bite.


    But because of such a small thing, Yan Peiheng misunderstood Su Wen for a lifetime. Wasn''t he just a big scumbag?


    While Yan Zhao and Yan Peiheng were still stunned, the second son Yan Wei looked around the courtyard and suddenly interjected: "Dad, do we still have a cer? What''s a cer used for?"


    Actually, Yan Wei also wanted to ask how Chen Men knew the family affairs of Yan Peiheng''s household from twenty years ago, and knew them so clearly?


    "In rural households, who doesn''t have a cer?" Yan Zhao coldly asked Yan Wei in return.


    Although born of the same father, Yan Wei had gone to the capital with Yan Peiheng at the age of five. Due to the urban-rural divide, Yan Wei''s memories were all confused: "I really didn''t know that."


    Yan Bin, with one hand covering his buttocks, probably also hadn''t expected Yan Xing to have died like this. After being stunned for a long time, he sighed deeply: "Why didn''t Second Aunt say anything back then, why didn''t she say anything?"


    Some people in the vige had once quietly gossiped about her behind her back, but they were silenced by Old Man Yan San''s group.


    Su Wen died alone and in silence in this courtyard.


    Even with high monks from Famen Temple performing thest rites, even with a smile on her face as she passed, she never got to see any of her own rtives in the end.


    After the younger generation spoke these few words, it reminded Yan Peiheng, who suddenly turned and went to the corner of the courtyard.


    In the corner was a small tiled shed built of blue bricks, square and only half a person''s height. Crouching to enter, it led down to a cer.


    Yan Peiheng walked rather hurriedly, yanking open the cer door. Having not crawled into such a cer for many years, and being older now with stiff bones, he couldn''t bend down in time. With a loud bang, he hit his head on the crossbeam, making a huge noise and knocking down several tiles which fell on his head.


    But he didn''t brush off the tiles. He just jumped down with a muffled sound, plunging into the cer with a thud.


    "Second Uncle, you should look before going in. It hasn''t been maintained for a long time, there might be snakes inside," said Yan Bin as he saw this and hurriedly tried to follow, but was pulled back by Yan Zhao.


    Though dark-faced and usually not good at expressing emotions, this time the anger on Yan Zhao''s face was visible: "Leave him be. Let him go look for himself."


    "What if there are snakes inside?" Yan Bin said in a low voice. "Snakes in cers aremon. Uncle is getting on in years, we should at least tell him to be careful."


    "Let him go," Yan Zhao suddenly bared his teeth, shouting in a suppressed voice, then turned and entered the main room.


    In the center of the main room, Su Wen''s pear wood memorial tablet was ced. Though Yan Zhao lived in the seventh branch, he came to clean the rooms here every three days, asionally cing a bouquet of flowers. The memorial tablet was kept clean and bright, just as his mother would have liked.


    In fact, rural people have a consistent understanding that there are snakes in cers and that snakes will bite people.


    Generally, before going down into a cer, people would knock on the edge and tap on the tiled roof before descending. This way, snakes would hear the noise and automatically hide away.


    The reason Yan Xing was bitten was because he was a small child with light footsteps. The snake in the cer hadn''t heard any noise beforehand, only suddenly realizing when the child came down, which is why it bit.


    Although Yan Peiheng was unwilling to acknowledge Chen Men as his daughter-inw, his eyes weren''t blind and his mind wasn''t muddled. He also knew there were snake nests in the cer. Having misunderstood his wife for over twenty years, let him crawl into the cer himself now to seek proof and verify.


    As for being bitten by a snake.


    Chen Men thought it impossible. Isn''t there a saying that good people don''t live long, but turtles live for a thousand years?


    Su Wen felt that her lie had cost the child''s life, and she went mad with grief at the time.


    But what about Yan Peiheng? If he had been willing to set aside his work, set aside his misunderstanding of Su Wen, and been willing to spend more time with Su Wen back then, to help her move past the pain of losing her daughter, how could Su Wen have died so lonely?


    What he owed Su Wen could never be repaid in this lifetime.


    Yan Peiheng went down into the cer, while Yan Zhao was in the main hall.


    The second son, Yan Wei, patted his head and said, "Men, wait a moment."


    He went out for a bit, and soon returned carrying arge handbag. As he entered, he said with a smile, "Xiping seems to have developed quite well in recent years. On the way here by car today, I saw many new buildings going up. I heard you''re involved in engineering projects, a real ''women''s army'', very impressive."


    As he spoke, he opened the handbag and first took out a purse to hand to Men.


    Because it was printed with many "LV" logos, Yan Bin spelled it out: "Donkey? This bag looks peculiar, called a donkey. Such a small bag, what can it hold?"


    "Oh Yan Bin, this is an international luxury brand, an LV bag," Yan Wei said. He then took out several small boxes from the handbag: "For your and Yan Zhao''s wedding, we didn''t have much to give. These are cosmetics from your second sister-inw."


    The most Chen Men could currently afford were Avon and Yu Xi, while what Yan Wei gave her were the most popr international cosmetics of the era - Clinique''s cleansing bar, moisturizing lotion, and dramatically different moisturizing gel.


    In China, there weren''t many people who could afford these things at present.


    Chen Men picked up the LV bag and hefted it. Having been a billionaire''s wife in her past life, she had plenty of these at home. Logically, at present in China there were many fakes and few genuine articles, but surprisingly, this was actually authentic.


    She and Yan Wei''s wife Mi Lan were only sisters-inw. Could an LV bag be too much?


    "Take it," Yan Wei said again. "This was also given to Mi Lan by our elder sister-inw. She has too many and can''t use them all."


    Since Yan Wei put it that way, Chen Men epted it.


    "What about Yan Wangqi and Yan Minng? Men, I heard those two kids have poor upbringing..." Yan Wei said with a smile.


    Hearing this, Chen Men immediately felt the words were grating: "Second Brother, do you mean to say I haven''t raised the children well?"


    Yan Wei was taken aback by Chen Men''s retort, realizing he had misspoken. He hurriedly exined: "It''s mainly that those two kids aren''t like Yan Ha and my elder brother''s children. I''m afraid growing up in the countryside, they haven''t received good education from the roots."


    Yan Bin lit a cigarette, sighed, and chimed in: "Yeah, the difference in education between rural and urban areas is like night and day."


    Though these words seemed correct, Chen Men still found them jarring. She felt Yan Wei''s words had some hidden meaning.


    So she said: "I heard Big Brother has three sons, they should all be well-educated, right?"


    Yan Wei smiled and said: "All three are sons. He was originally sent abroad by the government and is currently staying in America. The kids are all in America too. Not just education, but America is better than our Hua Country in all aspects. I have a military position so I can''t leave the country, and Dad doesn''t want me to go either, but..."


    ncing at the cer, Yan Wei continued: "But I''m about to transfer to civilian work soon. Actually, I want to go abroad too. When the timees, I''ll take Ha, Xiaowang and Xiang abroad together. Men, let''s persuade Dad togetherter. Children''s education is more important than anything. My wife and I aren''t going abroad for ourselves, we''re taking the kids together. We may have wasted our generation, but at least we shouldn''t waste the children''s."


    So Yan family''s eldest son was staying in America.


    Originally, if a son stayed in America, Yan Peiheng would face disciplinary action.


    But now such things were toomon. Which leaders weren''t trying every way to send their children abroad?


    As for Yan Wei, currently in the military, he was thinking of transferring to civilian work just to go abroad.


    However, this was the current situation in Hua Country. Many people with very high status and position in China would go to America to wash dishes, scrub pans, and wait tables, but they still believed America was better than Hua Country, that it was heaven.


    But Yan Zhao certainly wouldn''t think that way.


    So Men said: "Thank you for your concern, Second Brother, but we''ll definitely raise Xiaowang and Xiang ourselves."


    They had been chatting for too long, until someone knocked on the door from outside and asked: "Comrade Yan Wei, has the Chief of Staff not finished talking yet? The provincial government has arranged a meal, and it''s almost time. The senior secretary from the governor''s office just called to hurry us."  This was Yan Peiheng''s secretary,ing to urge him to leave quickly.


    Only then did Yan Wei remember to go down to the cer to help the old man.


    But shortly after Yan Wei jumped down into the cer, he poked his head out again and called to Chen Men: "Men, Father wants you toe down too. Bring a shlight."


    Go down to the cer?


    Although she was a country girl and every family had a cer, Chen Degong never let her go into the cer since she was little. After marrying into Yanguan Vige, she directly locked up the cer at Yan Xishan''s house. Later when they got a refrigerator, there was even less need to use the cer. The mere mention of cers made her shudder.


    But why was Yan Peiheng calling her down to the cer?


    This was something Chen Men wouldn''t do even if it killed her.


    Just then, Yan Zhao came out of the main hall. Passing by Men, he said: "Don''t go down. I''ll go."


    When Yan Zhao was young, Su Wen was actually still using this cer. She had swallowed everything that happened, as if nothing had ever urred. She blocked up the rat holes herself. Originally wanting Yan Zhao to go to the capital, but he wouldn''t go, so she silently raised Yan Zhao alone, staying at home and praying to Buddha. The cer was actually kept very clean.


    Though Yan Zhao did a lot of farm work at home, Su Wen never let him go down to the cer. This was because there had once been that man surnamed Gu in the family, and his grandmother often spread rumors, saying Su Wen didn''t let others go down to the cer, possibly because she had had illicit rtions with that Gu man in the cer.


    As a son, Yan Zhao would only swallow all this and absolutely not enter the cer. But he never imagined that the reason his mother didn''t let him go down to the cer was because his sister had once died in there.


    The cer was divided into two levels. The middle level was no more than a meter square, while the lower level was about 1.5 meters high. Yan Wei was crouching on the second level, vomiting, while Yan Peiheng was in the circr pit at the very bottom. As soon as Yan Zhao entered, Yan Wei crawled out, waving his hand and retching non-stop: "The smell is too strong, I can''t take it."


    In fact, this was already the cleanest cer, with the rammed earth packed tightly inside. Because of the dense earth and the dry northern climate, there was nothing else inside.


    Yan Zhao turned on his shlight and scanned along the walls.


    "Xing Xing!" Yan Peiheng called out softly.


    Where the shlight beam had passed over the wall, there was a spot where a five-pointed star had been drawn over and over by hand, rubbed into the rammed earth.


    Who knows how long it took to etch those deep marks into the earthen wall. Each circle must have represented a mother''s longing for her daughter.


    She had silently filled in the rat holes by herself, then spent twenty years quietly sitting in that spot, drawing stars, thinking of her Xing Xing.


    "Xing Xing..." Yan Peiheng called out again, his finger tracing over the marks.


    That spot was exactly where there had once been a rat hole. Yes, just as Men had said, Su Wen had repeatedly asked him to fill in the rat holes. But how reckless people are when they''re young! Whenever he came home, he only wanted to follow his wife around, to be with her, talking endlessly, waiting for nightfall, waiting to go to bed. What did a mere cer matter? What harm could a tiny rat hole do?


    Those were revolutionary times. Yan Peiheng had suspected his wife of infidelity, suspected Gu Xiao of being a spy, suspected they had poisoned their daughter. He had all sorts of suspicions, even pointing a gun at his wife''s forehead, nearly pulling the trigger.


    She had looked up at him, crying her heart out, but not saying a word.


    He thought it was because she loved that man Gu, that she was keeping silent to protect Gu Xiao''s life.


    But reality is so in, so ordinary, so unremarkable that it doesn''t deserve the hatred he harbored for twenty years.


    Su Wen was just an ordinary, kind, and forbearing woman who, in the harsh rural life of the 1960s, lost her daughter due to an ident, a joke, and then regretted it for the rest of her life, dying with that regret.


    The person he should have hated most was himself.


    Yan Wei was the first to leave the cer, shaking his head and sighing: "The countryside is so backward. The cer is so dark and scary."


    "By the way, Second Brother, when Mom died, Big Brother was abroad, and it seems you didn''te back either. Were you extremely busy at the time?" Chen Men remembered something. Even if Yan Jun was overseas, Yan Wei was in the country when Su Wen died. Why didn''t hee back?


    Even if their parents'' rtionship wasn''t good, shouldn''t he have returned when the mother who gave birth to him died?


    Yan Wei gave a bitter smile. Before he could speak, Yan Bin exined for him: "He used to have a son who also passed away that year."


    Just after his wife Mi Lan had her tubes tied, Yan Wei''s three-year-old son fell ill and died.


    In that era, there was arge group of couples who lost their only child due to sterilization, so Chen Men didn''t press the matter further.


    "Sigh, Dad misunderstood our mother for a lifetime," Yan Wei looked back at the cer and said, "Since childhood, I heard from the aunties who took care of us that our parents didn''t get along, but I never knew why. I never imagined it was because of this."


    He lit a cigarette and exhaled a long breath.


    Chen Men''s heart stirred. Xiaowang had said that Yan Peiheng had a lover in the capital.


    For a single man with two children, still in the army, if he really had a lover, she shouldn''t be too far away. After all, who wouldn''t fear rumors? Conduct issues were the most important thing in the army.


    That lover was probably among the aunties Yan Wei mentioned, who had taken care of them.

 Chapter 67

    Yan Wei and Yan Jun grew up in the capital. Of course, Su Wen did this for educational purposes, and also because she couldn''t manage on her own. Yan Peiheng''s sry alone couldn''t afford a nanny in those revolutionary years. ording to Yan Wei, several aunties had helped take care of them.


    Yan Peiheng wasn''t particrly handsome, and his temper was simr to Yan Zhao''s, the type that women tend to dislike at first nce.


    But you never know with these things. What if someone actually liked him that way?


    "You grew up in the capital, it must have been tough. Who took care of you? Did you hire a nanny?" Chen Men asked.


    Yan Wei shook his head and sighed, "No way. At first, a few aunties volunteered to look after us, like the wife of Minister Cui from our hometown - her son-inw now works at Dongfang Group, you should know him. And my mother-inw too, since we''re from the same ce. My father-inw died early, and she was a martyr''s widow with extra food rations and time on her hands. When Yan Xing had her ident, Dad chased all those aunties away. He didn''t have a house, so he rented a small shabby ce and dumped us there. We had to make our own coal balls for cooking, go to school by ourselves, and still get scolded by him all the time... Dad sent most of his sry back to our hometown, leaving us with just a pittance for living expenses. Sigh, in Dad''s heart, only Yan Xing was precious - we were just trash picked up from the garbage bin."


    This is what they call not knowing what''s in someone''s heart.


    Yan Zhao grew up with Yan Xing, and when she died, his heart was filled only with sorrow and regret.


    Yan Wei had barely met Yan Xing a few times as a child. For that girl who died at five, he not only felt no familial affection but also harbored a secret resentment.


    Resentment for all the hardships he endured and the scolding he received because of her death.


    After a pause, Yan Wei continued, "My older brother had good foresight. As soon as the policies rxed in ''78, he took his whole family abroad. I relied entirely on my mother-inw''s support. You don''t know about Dad, do you? He only cared about work, staying at the office until the wee hours every night - they called him the ''King of Hell'' at the military district. All these years, he didn''t save any money, didn''t aplish anything. Other leaders'' children all went abroad, enjoying heavenly lives in America. Nobody said anything about it, but he refused to let us go abroad."


    Hearing this, it seemed Yan Peiheng didn''t have much going for him.


    So why was Zhou Xueqin able to ckmail him for so long, and why was he willing to give her five thousand yuan on and off?


    It was now March, and Zhou Xueqin had been in the south selling coal for a long time.


    After she fell ill, Lu Jingyu also rushed to the south. Lu Dabao and the former Little Wang brothers had switched ces. ording to Zhou Qiaofang''s gleeful ount, Lu Dabao was now living at Zhou Xueqin''s parents'' house, getting beaten daily by Second Brother Zhou''s gang of troublemakers - the same ones who used to beat Little Wang and Little Lang.


    How did Zhou Xueqin manage to ckmail the seemingly invincible Yan Peiheng back then?


    Just then, a round little head peeked in from outside the courtyard, looked around, and quickly retreated. A momentter, Yan Xishan hurriedly entered.


    As soon as he came in, he was cautious and nervous: "Isn''t this Yan Wei?"


    Yan Wei and Yan Jun asionally returned to their hometown when they were young, but since Yan Peiheng didn''t get along with Su Wen, the two brothers only stayed briefly.


    The atmosphere at home was tense. Except for Yan Zhao, the two older ones had already distanced themselves emotionally, only visiting out of obligation.


    When Yan Jun went abroad, he only returned to Yanguan Vige to kowtow to his mother a few times before leaving with his wife and children.


    Yan Wei did know Yan Xishan, but only as a snot-nosed, grinning little "ck five category" kid.


    When he first heard about Chen Men''s background in the capital, one reason for Yan Peiheng''s furious reaction was that Men had been Yan Xishan''s ex-wife.


    In Yan Peiheng''s mind, who was Yan Xishan to amount to anything?


    But look at Yan Xishan now - a fitted woolen overcoat, slightly curled long hair, and a felt hat. He looked somewhat like... Fei Xiang?


    "Hello, Second Brother. Men, quick, sign this for me." Yan Xishan was practically beaming with joy. "Zhou Xueqin... no, no, let''s not talk about her. You won''t believe what just happened. A state-owned factory in Shanghai wants to sign a year-long contract with us for 300,000 yuan worth of coal supply. I''m waiting to sign the contract right now."


    He was indeed holding a contract, and the header showed that the other party was indeed a state-owned enterprise from Shanghai.


    It was a coal supply contract, and a long-term one at that.


    Chen Men had seen plenty of contracts in her previous life. With a quick nce, she could generally tell if there were any pitfalls or if the other party was trying to y tricks in the contract.


    Yan Xishan continued, "A few days ago, someone ordinary-looking came from Shanghai and visited all the coal factories in Xiping City. When he came to our Xishan Company, I kicked him out because he was being picky and mumbling vaguely. But just today, he came back with a 30,000 yuan down payment, wanting to sign a contract with me. He says it''s for a year, 300,000 yuan total, with payment first and deliveryter."


    This was a standard contract from a state-owned enterprise, with no pitfalls or tricks.


    The other party would pay a sum and receive a batch of coal, with the important factors being the contract duration and coal quality. They specifically noted that the coal must be washed.


    No wonder Yan Xishan was so happy, almost dancing with joy.


    In all of Xiping City, only Xishan Company''s coal was washed. The other party hade back after being scolded away.


    It was because his coal quality was superior.


    Yan Xishan actually felt quite ashamed. When Chen Men had forced him to install the coal washing line, he had sworn he''d eat shit if it actually made money.


    Chen Men took the pen and signed silently, then held out her hand: "Where''s the money?"


    The 30,000 yuan down payment should rightfully go to Men.


    "Here, here, here."


    Yan Xishan handed over the money without hesitation. He had recently heard rumors that most of the coal being transported south had spontaneouslybusted on the way. Those people were stuck in the south, unable to return. Lately, several had called Yan Xishan, asking if he wanted to take over their mine shafts.


    If he could acquire several more mine shafts, he might be the biggest mine owner not just in Xiping, but in all of Shaanxi Province.


    Once upon a time, Yan Xishan thought Little Mei was a good woman - gentle, considerate, and understanding. Later, he discovered that Zhou Xueqin had changed, bing money-savvy.


    He always felt that Men was both stupid and stubborn, thinking he''d lose hisst pair of shorts if he listened to her.


    But now, a real 300,000-yuan deal had arrived. This deal could recoup at least half the cost of the foundational work he had done.


    Yan Xishan was overjoyed. He was happy and now believed that working with Men was the key to making big money.


    "By the way, where''s Yan Zhao?" he asked after taking the contract.


    Yan Wei jerked his chin, "In the cer."


    Speaking of which, Yan Xishan thought of something else. Fan Xiang and his son had been arrested, and although the trial hadn''t started yet, Yan Zhao had somehow managed to keep himselfpletely out of it.


    Xishan knew it was dark and mean of him, but clearly, Yan Zhao couldn''t have died in a car ident.


    He was actually in the cer? The cer was a snake pit. No one had been in the old house''s cer for a long time, right? What if he got bitten by a snake and died?


    If that happened, then Men, who was so good at making money, and Yuanyuan, who yed the piano best at Dongfang Elementary School, would...


    "The cer is good, it''s cool. Let him stay there a while longer."


    "Where''s Second Uncle?" Yan Xishan asked casually.


    "With Third Uncle, in the cer," Yan Wei replied nonchntly.


    "There are snakes in the cer that can bite people. Why don''t you call Second Uncle out?" Yan Xishan was shocked. "Second Uncle is the only big shot in our vige. How could you let him go down to the cer?"


    Being a big shot wasn''t about money, but about status and the power one could wield.


    Neighbors didn''t usually need such big shots, but for instance, there was once a man named Yan Baodong from Yanguan Vige who was beaten to death while doing small business in the capital. The capital''s police didn''t take it seriously and refused to handle the case. So Yan Baodong''s father tried sending a telegram to Yan Peiheng, briefly exining the case.


    Just half a monthter, the murderer was arrested by the capital''s police and executed during that year''s "Strike Hard" campaign.


    That''s what you call power. He was one of the few people in the capital who wielded such authority.


    The difference in perspective between people was right here. Even a scoundrel like Yan Xishan respected Yan Peiheng, but Yan Wei was indifferent. He shrugged and smiled, "If he doesn''t want toe out himself, who can do anything about it?"


    Although Yan Wei was known for his gentle and polite demeanor, Chen Men still felt ufortable with the casual and indifferent tone he used when mentioning his birth mother and sister.


    But she didn''t feel like chatting with Yan Wei, so she asked Yan Xishan, "After leaving here, don''t you need to make a trip to the public restroom?"


    Yan Wei and Yan Bin didn''t understand, but Yan Xishan had boasted about his big mouth in front of Men several times before.


    Every time, he was prepared to eat eight jin of excrement.


    Men always guessed correctly, and he followed her like a dung beetle that had fallen into a pile of hot cow manure, feeling absolutely blissful.


    "Alright, alright, I''m going. Happy now?" He turned back and patted Yuanyuan, who was following Little Wang. "Daughter, wait here. Daddy''s going to make big money for you."


    The group that went south really did lose their pants due to spontaneous coalbustion, and Yan Xishan was preparing to acquire their coal mines, thus bing the biggest mine owner in Shaanxi Province.


    He handed a stack of 30,000 yuan in cash to Men, waved goodbye mboyantly, and walked away like a strutting peacock with its tail feathers on full disy.


    Yan Wei was particrly surprised: "Xishan, this nouveau riche, is impressive. He can make 300,000 in one deal. Are the nouveau riche in our country so wealthy now?"


    Chen Men didn''t respond because she saw her daughter holding hands with Little Lang standing outside the threshold, smiling at them. So she waved and said, "Come in."


    Yan Wei followed Men''s gesture and suddenly eximed, "Yan... Yan Xing?"


    Yan Bin also smiled and asked Yan Wei, "Doesn''t this girl look like Xing Xing when she was little?"


    Yan Bin only remembered Yan Xing from when she was little, who looked a bit like Yuanyuan. But before Yan Wei came home, he had seen Yan Xing''s photo in his father''s book, so Yan Wei''s reaction was more direct ¨C Yuanyuan looked exactly like Yan Xing in the photo.


    "This is my sister, Yuanyuan," Little Wang said as he pulled Yuanyuan and Little Lang into the courtyard. Then he asked Yan Wei, "Second Uncle, where''s my grandfather? Is he really in the cer?"


    Although Little Wang was afraid of his grandfather, he felt more guilty towards him.


    Back then, Zhou Xueqin and her mother would sit facing each other with worried expressions every day, crying about how "If only Yan Peiheng was willing to have a word with the provincial leaders, pull some strings, we wouldn''t have to repay the debt to the wool mill. Father-inw is still such a high-ranking official, he still has so much money, wasn''t it supposed to be for Little Wang? Why won''t he give it to us? Look at how we''re living."


    And every time he called and said "Grandfather" on the phone, there would be a deep sigh from the other end, followed by a silent hang-up.


    After hanging up, Zhou Xueqin would kiss him several times and take him to buy something good to eat, and she''d also be willing to y with Little Lang for a while.


    But every time he made a phone call, Little Wang would feel as if his rtives were tearing him apart.


    This was truly the first time Little Wang was meeting his grandfather. He wasn''t timid anymore; he knew his grandfather wouldn''t eat him. He felt very guilty towards his grandfather and wanted to improve their rtionship. He also thought his grandfather would surely like Yuanyuan.


    After all, Yuanyuan could y the piano and sing ¨C how lovable!


    "That''s not your grandfather, it''s my grandfather," the son of the second brother, little Yan Ha, who had been quiet all along, suddenly spoke up.


    Little Wang, being the big brother, reached out his hand to shake hands with Yan Ha: "Hello, my name is Yan Wangqi. Grandfather belongs to all of us." He also gently pushed Yuanyuan and Little Lang forward.


    Yan Ha suddenly stretched out his arm, which was white and chubby, and surprisingly wore something like a pager. It was dark green in color. He looked at it and said, "Okay, but it''s really about time, we should go."


    Little Lang leaned in closer: "A beeper."


    "Don''t be silly, this isn''t a beeper, it''s an electronic watch," Yan Ha said proudly. Seeing Little Lang reach out to touch it, he immediately said, "Don''t touch it. If you break it, you''ll have to pay. This one costs twenty yuan."


    If pagers were the symbol of the nouveau riche in this era, then electronic watches were the most morous toys for children. If someone at school wore an electronic watch on their wrist, it proved their family owned a mine.


    Little Wang and Yuanyuan together pulled back the biggest troublemaker, Little Lang: "Don''t touch it." They were afraid they couldn''t afford to pay if it got damaged.


    Meanwhile, in the cer, the shadows of two men illuminated by the shlight filled the entire space, both hunched over with bent backs.


    Yan Peiheng''s hand kept touching the spot that had been patched, his forehead lightly touching it.


    He suddenly understood why his wife always cried so sadly, yet couldn''t say a word.


    In that era, the country required everyone to have children, so they worked hard to have children for the sake of strengthening the nation.


    Once born, the children needed to be raised. Heavybor, work points, various tasks ¨C the children grew up exposed to the elements.


    They were husband and wife,rades, each other''s support in the revolutionary torrent. Like everyone else in the country, they were just small cogs in the machine.


    She was probably afraid that he couldn''t ept the truth if he knew, but it was clearly his fault. She had told him so many times to dig open the cer and find the rat''s nest, but he always said "next time" and never took the hole seriously.


    She could have med him, scolded him, brought him to this cer and made him kneel down in remorse.


    That way, he would have been the one to bear a lifetime of guilt and shame.


    But she had nned to take the truth to her grave, intending to let him live his whole life with a clear conscience.


    She had even said to let him take Yan Zhao away. At that time, she must have been thinking about dying, right? What should have been a hell for two, she had pushed him out of it with her own hands, then built herself a solid prison, guarding it alone until death.


    What could Yan Peiheng say?


    He had always wanted to repair their rtionship, so he left Yan Zhao in their hometown. He always sentrge portions of his sry back home, hoping Su Wen would live well.


    When his mother told him to divorce, he scolded her into silence.


    Yan Zhao was always silent, and he often scolded him too, feeling he wasn''t as good as the two in the capital.


    But looking back now, he had three sons. The eldest son was disobedient, insisting on going to America, refusing toe back several times, which angered him to the point of coughing up blood each time, losing face at work.


    The originally most considerate and obedient second son, disregarding the good job he had arranged for him, was also itching to go to America.


    Only this one, though silent, if he hadn''t stubbornly stood by his wife, standing in for him to guard Su Wen, Su Wen might havemitted suicide.


    So, those times when he came back every year, gazing at his wife''s window in the moonlight, listening to her voice from next door, hearing her asionally speak to neighbors ¨C those moments of both sorrow and warmth would no longer exist, right?


    If that were the case, his sins would be even heavier, and he might never have understood the truth in this lifetime?


    Reaching out, Yan Peiheng wanted to touch his son, but this son, who had never been close to him since childhood, strongly rejected Yan Peiheng''s affection, immediately brushing his hand away.


    Yan Peiheng felt he still had to hate Gu Xiao. If it weren''t for Gu Xiao''s escape back then, if he hadn''t fled all the way to Hong Kong, causing him to be unable to exin himself in the army for several years and constantly bear a political stain, if he hadn''t repeatedly written provocative letters, how could he have misunderstood his wife for so long?


    "A few days ago, Gu Xiao wrote a letter to the government from Southeast Asia, saying he wanted to return to invest in the country. I didn''t approve it," Yan Peiheng paused, "In this lifetime, he can forget about returning to his homnd."


    Yan Zhao suddenly exhaled sharply, threw the shlight on the ground, and left the cer alone.


    "Let''s go home," he said as he came out.


    "Where''s Dad? What''s going on, Third Brother? Why didn''t hee up with you?" Yan Wei hurriedly asked.


    They had agreed to meet the local leaders at 4:30, and now it was already 5:00. The old man still refused toe out, and Yan Wei was anxious too.


    "Let him stay there by himself," Yan Zhao said hoarsely.


    "Did Dad bring up that Gu fellow again?" Yan Wei had a knowing look, but immediately, Yan Zhao hissed.


    Yan Bin also became angry at once: "Second Brother, I''m getting upset with you behaving like this. Our second sister-inw is pure and innocent, everyone in our vige can testify to that."


    Yan Wei quickly said, "Alright, alright, let''s not mention it anymore."


    Gu Xiao, after fleeing to Southeast Asia, had struggled and be a tycoon.


    Although Yan Peiheng never mentioned him, there was something strange: the two children in the capital always felt there must have been something between him and their mother.


    But in Yanguan Vige, even the neighbors didn''t think there could be anything between Su Wen and Gu Xiao.


    This is probably what they call "distant rtives are not as close as near neighbors."


    The adults might not have mentioned it, but the children were huddled together, and the adults didn''t avoid talking in front of them. Suddenly, Yan Ha blurted out, "Dad, is it that Mr. Gu who gave Mom a lot of money?"


    The money Gu Xiao had sent after fleeing to Southeast Asia had always been managed by Yan Wei. Zhou Xueqin had repeatedly called to borrow from it when she took Little Wang back.


    Yan Wei didn''t want to talk about it, but Mn and her mother-inw must have discussed it, and that''s where Yan Ha had heard about it.


    If it weren''t for Yan Ha''sment, Yan Zhao would have forgotten about this money: "Second brother, hasn''t that money been returned yet?"


    "We''ve tried to send it back, but old Mr. Gu Xiao refuses to ept it. How about this, when we get back to the capital, I''ll negotiate with them again, and this time I''ll make sure to send it," Yan Wei said.


    Yan Zhao said, "It''s been about ten years, hasn''t it? If you can''t send it back, transfer the money to me, and I''ll send it."


    "Don''t worry, I''ll definitely send it this time," Yan Wei quickly replied.


    Chen Men had to ask, "That money, second brother, did you put it in a fixed-term deposit at the bank?"


    "My mom ys the stock market, does investments," Yan Ha chimed in.


    Yan Wei frowned slightly, "No, your mom has always used my sry for stock trading."


    Turning to exin to Yan Zhao, he said, "The child doesn''t understand anything, he''s talking nonsense. That money is from our mother and her..."


    Yan Zhao suddenly red at Yan Wei, who immediately shut his mouth.


    The matter between Gu Xiao and Su Wen couldn''t be mentioned in front of Yan Zhao; whoever brought it up would get hit by him.


    Yan Zhao might not understand financial management, but how could Chen Men not?


    She decided to ask directly: "Second brother, how much money did that Mr. Gu actually send?"


    Now Yan Wei couldn''t dodge anymore: "Three hundred thousand, it''s been about 10 years since it was sent."


    Chen Men gasped, and Yan Bin also eximed. It was now 1989, and three hundred thousand in 1979 was truly a huge sum.


    "Three hundred thousand, if you really used it to trade stocks, buying Capital Petrochemical, you could make a hundred thousand in five days," Chen Men said bluntly. "It''s been ten years now, and it was only after Little Wang was born that you sent us some interest. What about the original interest? Have you been using it yourselves?"


    "Men, our father doesn''t want us to mention that money," Yan Wei raised his voice. "Three hundred thousand might seem valuable to us, but it''s not much when converted to US dors."


    "Second brother keeps talking about America, clearly really wants to go to America. Now that visas are so easy to get, if you transfer to America after retiring from the military, how will you send the money? Give us the ount, we''ll send it. We''re not going abroad," Chen Men said.


    Yan Wei was about to speak again, but Chen Men was holding the LV bag and continued, "This Montsouris bag must cost over a thousand, right? You said your wife has so many of these bags at home she can''t even use them all, so your family must not be short of money, right? When will you transfer the money to us so we can send it back to them?"


    Huh, Yan Wei just realized that while his wife Mn was quite sharp-tongued, Chen Men was even more so.


    "You persuade Dad to put in a good word for me up there, let him arrange my transfer from the military sooner, so we can go abroad sooner. That money... as long as he agrees, I''ll send it back," Yan Wei had to say.


    Yan Zhao red at his second brother. Yan Zhao naturally couldn''t understand; his older brother being stranded in America was already iprehensible to him, how could his second brother also be so fixated on going to America?


    Chen Men, however, said confidently, "We''ll definitely persuade Dad to let you go abroad."


    America was paradise, let those who want to go, go. Chen Men wouldn''t stop anyone who wanted to go to America in this era. After all, not everyone who goes to America can make it big; plenty of people end up washing dishes.


    In a blink, the family left the old house.


    Actually, Chen Men was very curious about the rtionship between Su Wen and that Professor Gu Xiao.


    She didn''t believe her mother-inw was the type of woman who would have an affair, but she wanted to know what the truth really was.


    As for that scumbag father-inw Yan Peiheng, Chen Men actually hoped Su Wen had betrayed him.


    But if Su Wen had never betrayed her husband, and her son didn''t respect her because of it, what was the point of her lifelong forbearance and suffering?


    Compared to that sum of money, Chen Men felt this was more important.


    Back home, Yan Zhao saw work everywhere: the toilet needed cleaning, it was spring and the small garden at home needed to be turned over to prepare for nting flowers, the big iron gate had been dented by Yan Bin''s three-wheeler a few days ago and Yan Zhao needed to slowly hammer it t. Chen Men had to cook and eat, and after eating, because school registration was tomorrow, Yan Zhao washed the dishes while also supervising the two older kids to organize their schoolbags, sharpen pencils, pack pencil cases, and then he had to watch Yuanyuan practice piano.


    Although Yuanyuan had been learning piano for a while, Chen Men knew nothing about it. To her ears, almost all the notes Yuanyuan yed sounded the same. But strangely enough, even though Yan Zhao was either reading or doing housework, folding clothes, or ironing, he could always tell when Yuanyuan asionally hit a wrong note.


    Little Wang and Little Lang stood by Yuanyuan''s piano in horse stance, watching her y.


    Using both hands and feet, they stood motionless. Logically, they shouldn''t disturb Yuanyuan, but Little Wang still could. He raised his eyebrows up and down, keeping time for Yuanyuan, making her both angry and amused, almost hitting the wrong notes.


    "Yuanyuan, you hit the wrong note," Yan Zhao immediately said, with his back turned, while organizing the wardrobe.


    Yuanyuan red angrily, but still said politely, "Dad, I''ll y it again."


    Little Lang was like a millstone, steady and stable, casually blowing bubbles with his mouth.


    Little Wang swayed like a hemp stalk and asked his dad, "Dad, it all sounds the same to me, how can you tell when Yuanyuan ys wrong?"


    Yan Zhao calmly continued organizing clothes: "Sign up for a music sster and practice, then you''ll be able to hear it."


    "Dad, you understand music? What instrument did you learn? Can you tell us about it?" Yuanyuan stopped ying the piano and turned around, also curious.


    Yan Zhao paused folding clothes: "Focus, y your piano."


    Little Wang pouted and turned to wink at Chen Men: "Mom, you ask. Dad never answers when we ask."


    Chen Men then smiled and said, "Come on, Third Brother, what did you learn before?"


    Yan Zhao''s ears suddenly turned red. He gave Chen Men a deep look before saying, "Harmonica, ordion, violin, I learned a bit of each."


    Who would have thought, he was quite the musician.


    "Who did you learn from? In the army?" Chen Men probed further.


    Yan Zhao was the type who probably wouldn''t answer such questions from others, but he was willing to tell Chen Men: "The educated youth who came to our vige taught me."


    No wonder, Chen Men had heard that Gu Xiao was an artist. Could it be that Gu Xiao had also taught him many things about art?


    Little Wang, being an expert in popr music, immediately asked his dad, "So do you like listening to current popr music? Do you prefer Hang Tianqi or Feng Fei-fei? Or Danny Chan, Leslie Cheung?"


    "Focus on your horse stance," Yan Zhao said. "Keep talking and you''ll do it for another twenty minutes."


    "You said you wanted to learn Cantonese, sing ''The Great Wall Will Never Fall'' for me, hmph," Little Wang adjusted his posture and silently said to Yuanyuan: Dad is a big liar!


    Yuanyuan giggled at her brother''s antics, almost hitting another wrong note.


    Chen Men had been holding back from asking about Su Wen and Gu Xiao, after all, she felt she knew Yan Zhao pretty well by now.


    He wasn''t easy to talk to normally, but in bed, he would be much more talkative afterwards.


    After he finished that activity, which he was more enthusiastic about than a donkey in a production team, she would ask Yan Zhao.


    He would definitely have no way out then, and would have to create an answer even if he had to make one up.


    Sure enough, after they were done, Chen Men eagerly asked, then waited expectantly for an answer.

 Chapter 68

    After asking, seeing that Yan Zhao remained silent, the atmosphere in the room instantly dropped to freezing. Chen Men gently covered Yan''s exposed chest muscles with the nket and quickly added, "I''ve met our mother, and I believe in her character. Besides, our mother suffered her whole life and passed away without her children by her side. Regardless of whether anything happened or not, shouldn''t you defend her name in front of your father?"


    Regardless of theplexities of their parents'' emotional world, resolving the conflict was Yan Zhao''s responsibility.


    Yan Peiheng believed there was something between Gu Xiao and Su Wen. Why had Yan Zhao remained silent all this time?


    She kept watching him expectantly. Yan Zhao''s lips twitched, and he suddenly asked, "...Lan, do you see those two big urns in the corner?"


    "The ones with rice and flour? What about them?" Chen Men asked in return.


    "I see you''ve got plenty of energy. Why don''t you support yourself on the rim of the urn... That was my first time..." Yan Zhao trailed off midsentence, suddenly averting his gaze. His skin, even fairer than Chen Men''s, instantly flushed pink.


    Chen Men dove under the covers in a sh.


    That dog of a man, it must have been his first time doing it standing up, and he must have enjoyed it immensely, opening the door to a whole new world.


    If he didn''t want to discuss his parents'' gossip, he could have just said nothing. How could he use that incident to threaten her? That time standing up was Chen Men''s lifelong stain, her dark history.


    Ever since then, in Yan Zhao''s eyes, she was an even more experienced driver than the most seasoned ones.


    Once when she cried out in pain, he actually asked with a devout expression, "Are there any other positions that wouldn''t hurt you and might make you feel better?"


    Chen Men was almost dumbfounded at the time.


    This dog of a man - Chen Men had originally been aplete novice when it came to sex, but he had somehow managed to treat her like an experienced pro.


    However, just as Chen Men was hiding under the covers, nearly suffocating from the lingering scent they had created earlier,


    Yan Zhao spoke again.


    "Gu Xiao and my mother were always just good friends, nothing more. Everyone in the vige could see that. But after he escaped to Southeast Asia, he probably heard that my mother wasn''t doing well. In 1976, he went to great lengths to send a letter to my mother, saying he would wait for her in Southeast Asia forever. Whether or not she was willing to leave the country, he would remain unmarried for life, waiting for her. That letter was passed on to my father. In 1978, he sent 300,000 yuan back. Such a huge sum of money, passed through many hands - many people in the capital knew about it." Yan Zhao fell silent for a moment before saying, "Let''s sleep."


    Chen Men thought to herself, no wonder.


    Gu Xiao was the one Su Wen had risked her life to help escape. When he was sent down to the countryside, he was still a bachelor. He probably knew that by helping him escape, Su Wen''s rtionship with her husband would fall apart. So in Southeast Asia, he simply remained unmarried for life, always waiting for Su Wen.


    Because Su Wen refused to go to Southeast Asia, he sent 300,000 yuan back, time and time again. No wonder Yan Peiheng was so furious.


    But he truly deserved it. If Su Wen''s heart truly loved Gu Xiao as well, it would have been even more perfect.


    The old man deserved to be angered to death on the spot.


    But who her mother-inw truly loved in her heart, Chen Men couldn''t say.


    In herter years, Su Wen must have bepletely disillusioned with her two elder sons and husband, which is why she left all 300,000 yuan to little Wang, right? Unfortunately, Yan Zhao was on the battlefield at the time, and Zhou Xueqin was eyeing that money greedily. Yan Peiheng simply withheld the money, refusing to give it to little Wang.


    So, did old man Yan Peiheng actually have a mistress?


    When he gave money before, was it just because he didn''t want his two grandsons to live too poorly in Xiping City?


    The couple turned off the lights, preparing to sleep, when the phone rang again.


    Chen Men guessed it was Yan Peiheng, and sure enough, as soon as the call connected, it was Yan Peiheng''s voice: "Third son,e to the hotel. I just had dinner with some provincial leaders, and heard from them that the current public security work environment in Xiping City seems quiteplex. Come here, your father wants these leaders to meet you."


    Yan Zhao said, "I''ll handle work matters myself."


    "There are a few of my old subordinates who have been waiting for you," Yan Peiheng added.


    Chen Men gave Yan Zhao a push, indicating that he should go. His mother''s matter was one thing, but if his father wanted to introduce him to some connections, he had to go.


    Although Yan Zhao seemed simple, he wasn''t stupid. With the local work environment beingplex, if his father put in a good word for him, his job would indeed be much easier.


    However, putting in a good word was just a matter of saying something. One level up crushes the one below - as long as the provincial leaders heard Yan Peiheng say Yan Zhao was his son and to take care of him in the future, which one of them wouldn''t rush to look after him?


    If Yan Peiheng wanted to see him, there must be other matters.


    "I''ve already gone to bed. If there''s anything, you can say it over the phone," Yan Zhao said.


    Yan Peiheng sighed, then said, "There''s no need to send that money back. Since your mother gave it to Yan Wangqi, it belongs to Yan Wangqi."


    Yan Zhao was silent for a moment before saying, "It must be sent back. Have Second Brother transfer the money, and I''ll send it. For my mother, having Professor Gu return to China was more important than receiving his 300,000 yuan. You should understand that!"


    "I said there''s no need to send it, so there''s no need. Your mother said not to send it, so why send it?" Yan Peiheng roared over the phone.


    After a pause, he said, "Let that woman take the phone."


    "She has a name, and you should know it," Yan Zhao said. He was dissatisfied with Yan Peiheng not using her name, and was arguing with his father, refusing to let her take the call.


    "I only know she''s a rtive of Zhou Xueqin''s family. I don''t need to know her name," Yan Peiheng started shouting again.


    Yan Zhao answered very decisively: "Then she won''t take your call. Goodbye."


    This was like running headlong into an iron wall.


    Chen Men felt quite satisfied seeing Yan Zhao hang up the phone so decisively.


    That scoundrel of a father-inw, he deserved to have raised two useless sons, deserved to anger himself to death. It was karma.


    However, just as the Yan Zhao couple turned off the lights and were about to sleep, the phone rang again.


    "Third son, where exactly did you put your mother''s ashes? Can you tell your father today? Your father was wrong before, I truly wronged your mother. Your father... still has the right to see her ashes, doesn''t he?" It was Yan Peiheng again, his voice and tone clearly very dejected this time.


    After Su Wen''s death, no tombstone was erected, and she wasn''t buried. She was cremated, and although there was a pear wood tablet at home, Yan Zhao had always kept the ashes. She had said at the time that she didn''t want anyone to pay respects to her or even mention her again.


    So Yan Zhao never mentioned his mother; Su Wen didn''t like people talking about her.


    Yan Zhao was consistent as always, telling his father, "If you truly cared, you would have found them yourself. Also, my mother once said that what angered her most was that you always blocked Gu Xiao from returning to the country. You figure it out yourself."


    From the 1980s when the reform and opening up began, old Mr. Gu Xiao had been negotiating with the Foreign Affairs Department, wanting to return to invest in and build up the country. Yan Peiheng had used his connections to obstruct him in various ways, preventing him from returning.


    Where was his magnanimity? A man of eight-foot stature, with a heart as small as a needle.


    With a bang, Yan Zhao hung up the phone.


    This was another instance where Yan Peiheng was likely angered to the point of coughing up blood.


    Chen Men could no longer contain her curiosity and gossip: "Captain Yan... where exactly did you put our mother''s ashes?"


    ...


    "Third Brother, Third Brother, Third Brother..." But this time, calling him Third Brother didn''t work. Yan Zhao turned off the light and immediatelyy down to sleep.


    Lying in the darkness, Chen Men thought that if Su Wen''s ashes weren''t in Yan Zhao''s possession, there must be a ce where they were kept. From Yan Zhao''s words, it should be a ce that anyone could go to, but that ordinary people wouldn''t think of.


    Su Wen just wanted to hide from Yan Peiheng, not wanting Yan Peiheng to find her, right?


    If by chance that Gu Xiao returned to the country, he would probablye to Xiping City too, right?


    If he came back and found the ashes before Yan Peiheng, wouldn''t that be even more dramatic?


    The gossip of her mother-inw''s generation made Chen Men''s heart itch with curiosity.


    Early the next morning, Yan Zhao went to work. The two older children went to register for school by themselves, while little Wolf had to be personally escorted to kindergarten by Chen Men, who had to instruct him carefully that no one except herself was allowed to pick him up.


    Little Wolf was a child who liked to immerse himself in his own world. Over the winter break, he had learned horse stance and practiced on sandbags, building up his little physique nicely. While others sat and listened during ss, he insisted on standing at the back in horse stance, blowing bubbles while doing so, having fun all by himself.


    Just as she got home, the phone rang.


    The phones didn''t have caller ID yet, but as soon as she picked up, Chen Men only heard a cough and called out, "Father?"


    "I won''t have time to visit Yan Wangqi and Yan Minng this trip," Yan Peiheng said on the phone. "By the way, I hear you have a daughter too?"


    Chen Men looked at the round postcard on the wall. In it, Yuanyuan was wearing a coarse linen jacket, one hand shielding the sun, half her face exposed in the light, smiling very bitterly. But it was a movie still - she was in character.


    She really hoped "Yellow River Bad" would be released soon.


    Chen Men especially wanted to see what her daughter looked like in the film.


    She said, "Yes."


    Yan Peiheng let out a long sigh, then said, "We''re distant rtives of Yan Xishan''s family. His mother is Yan Zhao''s aunt. Xishan..." The old man couldn''t bring himself to say Xishan was a scoundrel, so he paused for a moment before continuing, "Since you and Yan Zhao are married now, take good care of Wangqi and Minng. As for your daughter, we''ll meet her another time."


    Yan Peiheng had no desire to meet Xishan''s daughter. Just thinking about how Yan Xishan used to urinate in his family''s well and defecate on their graves as a child still infuriated the old man to this day.


    Chen Men was about to hang up when Yan Peiheng asked another question: "By the way, if I gave you 300,000 yuan, what would you do with it?"


    "I''d use it for my own engineering projects. I have money, I don''t need yours," Chen Men said frankly.


    She figured the old man was going to bring up that 300,000 yuan sum.


    "Engineering projects are already difficult enough, let alone for a woman. You won''t be able to handle it. Liu Ming from Dongfang Group is my oldrade''s son-inw, and Secretary Ma from Qinchuan Group used to be like a brother to me, but I won''t put in a good word for you," said the old Mr. Yan. He was the type to anger easily, but people like that had one advantage - they spoke their mind and probably wouldn''t hide their biases either.


    These old military leaders, due to therge-scale military downsizing and transfers to civilian work, had an enormouswork of connections in local governments and enterprises.


    It was like a hotbed - if she really wanted to leverage the Yan father and son''s connections to do business and make big money in this era, it would be too easy. Unfortunately, they wouldn''t help her.


    "You don''t need to worry about that. What if I can handle it well?" Chen Men persisted.


    Though she was also feeling her way forward, what if she could actually seed?


    Suddenly Yan Wei''s voice came through the phone: "Dad, the term deposit..."


    "Right, your mother left 300,000 yuan for Yan Wangqi, but that money is in a term deposit now. The deposit won''t mature until July, so it can''t be withdrawn before then. This July, Yan Wei will give the 300,000 yuan deposit book to Yan Zhao. Don''t try to get your hands on that money, but do try to persuade Yan Zhao not to return it. The Gu family owes your mother a debt they can never repay in this lifetime," Yan Peiheng added.


    Yan Zhao was stubborn and didn''t care for money, so of course he wouldn''t want to ept that sum.


    But Yan Peiheng had his own considerations. Su Wen had willingly epted the money, and had even called personally to request that he leave the money to little Wang, who had just been born at the time.


    Yan Peiheng had argued with his wife all his life. If he didn''t listen to histe wife''s wishes on this matter, he really would be a terrible person.


    In the past, when Zhou Xueqin was managing the household, Yan Peiheng had held onto the money and refused to give it out because he was afraid Zhou Xueqin would squander it recklessly. Now that Yan Zhao was managing things, Chen Men probably wouldn''t dare to use that money carelessly. Besides, since Chen Men was a rtive of Zhou Xueqin''s family, she was surely fond of money too and would persuade Yan Zhao to keep the money instead of returning it to Gu Xiao.


    This old man''s mind was quite clear - he understood how to manage and bnce these delicate rtionships.


    Chen Men called out again, "Father..."


    "July, Men. We''ll send you the money in July," Yan Wei said gently on the phone.


    What Chen Men wanted to say was that this year was 1989. Since 1986, government bonds had been on a steady upward trend for a long time. But starting from 1989, due to the severe national situation, they would take a tumble. In other words, specting in government bonds and stocks would start losing money from this year on, until 1992 when the government would step in to rescue the market and the overall environment would improve.


    This was also why Zhou Xueqin had suddenly stopped specting at the end ofst year.


    She was certain that the Yan Wei couple were using that money to specte in stocks and government bonds.


    Otherwise, how could Mn afford so many luxury goods and use Clinique products?


    Saying they were sent by her elder brother and sister-inw was just a lie to fool people.


    They had been lying for half a year, probably wanting to ride the wave of sess for another six months, using someone else''s chicken toy a basketful of eggs for themselves, before returning the principal to little Wang.


    But with the stock market environment so poor these six months, they had to be careful not to lose all their profits.


    However, never mind. To each their own. What did the Yan Wei couple''s affairs have to do with her? Why should she bother telling him all this?


    By July, if he could return the full 300,000 yuan, that would be his good fortune.


    If he couldn''t pay it back, Yan Wei, the son his father was most proud of, would probably anger the old man to death once again.


    Meanwhile, at the hotel, Yan Peiheng was about to depart when some local officials, along with a few people from the city propaganda department, came to see him. They said there was a film from Xi''an Film Studio that was having trouble getting approval for release due to strict censorship from the Film Bureau. They wanted to ask if he could put in a good word and coordinate with the authorities in the capital to get the film released earlier.


    This was how rtions between local governments and the capital worked. People would find familiar leaders to help their localitiespete for opportunities and resources. That''s why there were so many local liaison offices in the capital.


    Yan Peiheng was in a hurry to leave, so he took the materials and got in the car. Of course, he didn''t look at them along the way. It wasn''t until he boarded the ne that he opened the film''s introduction, which had several postcards tucked inside.


    As Yan Peiheng flipped through them, perhaps his eyes were ying tricks on him, but he suddenly saw Yan Xing, wearing her favorite homespun jacket, smiling at him. Children of that era were always hungry, so they usually had a pinched, suffering expression.


    He closed it, then opened it again. No, this wasn''t an illusion - it was a postcard from the movie.


    It turned out to be a little girl who looked very simr to Yan Xing.


    Yan Peiheng wanted to know the little girl''s name, so he flipped to the cast list, but it only had the names of the main actors, not the little girl''s name.


    There are many people in the world who look simr, especially children. Cute children often look alike when they''re young. Yan Peiheng slowly closed the booklet.


    Of course, after returning to the capital, he specifically asked someone to put in a word with the Film Bureau, hoping this film could be released earlier.


    He wanted to go to the cinema to see that child, the one who looked exactly like Yan Xing.


    Yan Peiheng had three sons and a string of grandsons, but no one had given him a granddaughter. In the era of the one-child policy, that was even more out of the question!


    ...


    Chen Men really didn''t intend to p old Mr. Yan Peiheng in the face, but her engineering projects were going extremely smoothlytely.


    The children started school on the 28th, and on the 1st they held the groundbreaking ceremony. Two hundred farmers from Jinyang County collectively entered the site. The pile foundation took 10 days, the main structure frame 20 days, averaging 5 days per floor. In less than three months, the 10-story Qinchuan Group building''s main structure was about to top out.


    Before topping out, she sessfully received another 60,000 yuan in project fees.


    After getting this money and paying the migrant workers'' wages, Chen Men settled the final payment for Xishan Company''s project. Yuan Yuan''s coal mine could now officially bring in workers and start production.


    This meant that the 300,000 yuan big order from Shanghai could now formally get underway.


    And at the end of May this year, just as the children were preparing to celebrate Children''s Day on June 1st,


    Dongfang Group also sent word asking Chen Men to inspect the site in person, to formally discuss and quote prices for Dongfang Group''s project.


    Chen Men received this news at the construction site, brought by Yan Bin.


    This meant that the next project could seamlessly connect after this one waspleted.


    At this time, some construction team bosses in Xiping City were gradually raising workers'' wages, making the first move based on inside information. In fact, Chen Men had long wanted to raise wages for the workers, and she would take this opportunity to do so.


    The migrant workers didn''t know about this yet, but they had heard there was new working. Li Guangming led a group of workers to ask Chen Men, "Boss, is it true we have a new job?"


    Workes one job at a time, and when there''s no work, there''s no pay. That''s why the migrant workers cared more about jobs than Chen Men did.


    Chen Men felt that Chen Degong was the real boss of the migrant workers, being the foreman.


    She said, "Yes, now call all your workers over. Our boss Chen Degong has some good news to announce to everyone."


    Li Guangming raised his head and called out towards the upper floors, saying the boss wanted to hold a meeting. With a rustling sound, a group of people gradually came down from the building under construction.


    "Brother, why don''t you announce this good news to us?" Chen Men said.


    Chen Degong was the foreman, usually having to be tough on the migrant workers, dealing with those troublemakers who wouldn''t listen, and urging them to work. Regarding the matter of wage increases, she also hoped Chen Degong would be the one to announce it.


    This was called using both carrot and stick, establishing authority for her big brother.


    But Chen Degong smiled at his sister, suddenly reached out his big hand, lifted Chen Men up directly, and ced her on a pile of bricks: "Ourdy boss Chen wants to speak to everyone. Let''s give her a round of apuse."


    Chen Degong didn''t want to steal the limelight. He preferred the workers to know how capable their female boss was.


    Thanks to her, Li Guangming had paid off the nearly 800 yuan fine his family owed to the family nning office, and his youngest child had sessfully obtained a household registration. His daughters were now all enrolled in school.


    Many of the migrant workers from their hometown were also able to send money back home every month because of Men.


    Apuse erupted, and everyone looked at Men with smiles. Among them were a few who had attended primary school with her, now also swarthy and grimy migrant workers.


    When these people looked at Men, the expressions on their faces were exactly the same as Xiao Wang and Xiao Lang''s.


    Childlike innocence, curiosity, and particrly full of confidence, always feeling that whatever news she brought would be good news.


    "Starting next month, unskilled workers will get three yuan a day, skilled workers four yuan a day. Some contractors in Xiping City have already raised wages, so I''m raising yours too," Chen Men had to say.


    The migrant workers were stunned into silence for a while. After quite some time, someone finally said, "So I could earn 90 yuan a month?"


    "In a long month, you could even get 93. If we work hard for ten years, we could be 10,000-yuan households," another eximed shrilly.


    The nouveau riche spend at least 100 yuan on a prostitute and 300-400 yuan on a bottle of fake foreign liquor, but these migrant workers only earn 90 yuan a month for their backbreaking work.


    But this is the market economy. This is reality.


    The group of migrant workers suddenly let out a collective gasp, at a loss for what to do. They all looked at Chen Men, wanting to shake her hand but feeling too embarrassed because their hands were so dirty.


    Everyone was so happy they were rubbing their eyes, hearing for the first time a contractor raise wages so decisively.


    Chen Men''s abilities were limited. With the work she could take on from Dongfang Group, she could probably employ these 200 people for another year. During this year, they would be able to receive their meager monthly wages.


    However, there were also issues with Dongfang Group. Fan Xiang and his son had been under criminal detention and in custody.


    But their remaining influence was still present within Dongfang Group. Creatures closest to the water feel the warmth first.


    The two of them were going to inspect the Dongfang Group''s construction site, and Yan Bin had to tell Chen Men: "Although we have Leader Liu''s support from above, most of the middle management are Fan Xiang''s people. Men, I''m worried that when we finish the work, it might be difficult to get paid, because Dongfang Group''s ountant was promoted by Fan Xiang."


    He sighed and said, "Why don''t we have Third Brother personally speak to Leader Liu, and we''ll invite the ountant for a meal first, show some goodwill, give some gifts, and smooth things over?" Patting his chest, Yan Bin said, "Don''t worry, I can handle the drinking. If we need to arrange for prostitutes, I''ll take care of it." Seeing Men ring at him, Yan Bin quickly raised his hands: "Don''t you trust your second brother? Every time we''ve had to entertain people to build connections, haven''t I always stood guard outside?"


    Wining and dining was a necessary first step in the construction business.


    But Chen Men said, "Second Brother, you don''t need to worry about it. I''ll handle it."


    Chen Men couldn''t always use Yan Zhao''s name, because Yan Zhao still had a long political career ahead of him and couldn''t afford any blemishes.


    Although building connections seemed harmless now, the Party''s affairs were always subject to retrospective scrutiny.


    She needed to find herself more support from the middle management of Dongfang Group.


    "By the way, Men, hand on heart, how am I doing now?" Yan Bin suddenly asked Chen Men.


    "Pretty good," Chen Men said.


    Small businesses were too difficult and required capital; if not done well, you could lose money. Construction projects weren''t easy either, it was all about big shots fighting each other, requiring connections, wisdom, and the ability to grease palms. Now, Yan Bin was as docile as a watchdog.


    He wasn''t dejected, but angry: "So, just because I didn''t handle things well before and was invited to visit prostitutes a couple of times, Song Huaihua won''t forgive me for years. Is that right of her?"

 Chapter 69

    "Brother, do you still not realize that you''ve done anything wrong?" Chen Men asked Yan Bin.


    Yan Bin countered, "If it''s really that bad, she can file for divorce. If she doesn''t want a divorce, then we should just get on with our lives. This limbo situation isn''t good for anyone."


    "Why don''t you file for divorce then? With your current position as a construction team manager, aren''t you worried about finding someone better?" Chen Men retorted.


    "I was just joking. Why are you suddenly talking about divorce?" Yan Bin hastily replied.


    Why indeed were they talking about divorce?


    Because if Yan Zhao hadn''t kicked him out of the police force, he would have ruined himself with venereal disease and driven Song Huaihua to end her life by jumping into a well. Chen Men would always despise such a man who indulged in vice and gambling, even if he could be useful at times.


    Soon they arrived at the construction site.


    The person from Dongfang Group assigned to liaise with Chen Men was a woman in her early thirties. She introduced herself as Cui Juan, a junior staff member.


    After touring the site together, they chatted in the shade. Cui Juan asked Chen Men if she had any hobbies besides engineering work.


    "I also enjoy dabbling in stocks. I must say, I have an excellent eye for it. Every stock I pick goes up. I''ve never lost money," Chen Men said with a smile.


    Cui Juan was clearly interested in stock trading. "You y the stock market? Don''t you have to go to Shanghai or Shenzhen to buy stocks these days? Are you constantly traveling there?"


    Chen Men quickly exined, "No need for Shanghai or Shenzhen. We can do it right here in Xiping City. Do you know anyone who has Shenzhen Development Bank stocks? I''d be willing to buy them."


    Cui Juan grew more curious. "Wasn''t Shenzhen Development Bank reported to have gone bankrupt? Why would you want to buy it?"


    "If you have any, I''ll buy them from you. I''ll pay 8 yuan per share," Chen Men continued with a smile.


    Shenzhen Development Bank was a stock market legend of the 1990s. It began pre-selling original shares in 1986, went public in 1988, announced a trading halt in 1990, and when trading resumed in 1992 as part of a market rescue effort, one share had increased 200-fold in value.


    "Oh, my sister has 1,000 shares of Shenzhen Development Bank. She spent a thousand yuan when she bought them," Cui Juan said.


    "Then sell them all to me. I''m actually stockpiling that particr stock," Chen Men said, her face lit up with delight.


    "But that would be eight thousand yuan," Cui Juan said, incredulous.


    Chen Men decisively replied, "Eight thousand it is. I''ll go withdraw the money now. You go get the stock certificates. Hurry."


    Cui Juan thought Chen Men was just making casual conversation and didn''t take her seriously. But as soon as Chen Men left Dongfang Group, she headed straight for the post office.


    At the post office, Song Huaihua had juste out of a meeting when Chen Men approached her and asked, "So, did you get elected as the director?"


    "The leadership wants me to take the position, but my son is in his first year of high school and will soon be taking the college entrance exam. I''m wondering if I should turn it down. Helping my child with his studies is important," Song Huaihua said hesitantly.


    Sincest year, because of therge amount of cash flow Chen Men had deposited at the post office, which was considered savings brought in by Song Huaihua, she had been highly appreciated by the leadership. At 40 years old, if she became the director now, she could still be promoted further in the future. If she didn''t take the director position now, wouldn''t her career prospects be ruined?


    "Sister-inw, are you being silly? It''s easier to get into university now than it used to be. As long as your child works hard and puts in the effort, he can pass the exam. If you''re in a leadership position, you can help arrange a job for him in the future. If you remain a small-time clerk, how can you help him with his career?" Chen Men asked pointedly.


    ...


    "If you confine yourself at home, your husband will look down on you, and your child will resent you for being just a housewife who only knows how to cook."


    ...


    "If you climb up to a leadership position, you can help arrange a job for your child. Your son will be grateful, and even after he gets married, he won''t dare toin. It''s all for the sake of the child, but sacrificing yourself will only make you despised by everyone. Why should you do that?"


    Song Huaihua was convinced by Chen Men''s words. "Alright, alright, I''ll strive to be the director. Once I have ess torger amounts, you''re wee toe for loans."


    They looked at each other and burst intoughter.


    While withdrawing money, Chen Men asked Song Huaihua, "Do I still have thirty thousand yuan in my ount? I need to withdraw eight thousand."


    "Didn''t you just get paid this month? Why do you need another eight thousand? You''re spending money like water these days." Song Huaihua took out a thick wad of cash.


    "I need the money for something very important. It''s like a toll fee," Chen Men said.


    The bag Chen Men was carrying was the Montsouris backpack that Yan Wei had given her.


    A genuine Louis Vuitton.


    Despite frequently visiting construction sites, this luxurious bag was stuffed full of bills, passbooks, various IOUs from suppliers, and the stamps of the construction team.


    The entire construction team was essentially in Chen Men''s bag.


    She was now the epitome of what was most popr in this era ¨C the owner of a briefcasepany.


    Song Huaihua handed the money and the passbook to Men. Seeing that Chen Men had been running around all day in the heat, with her neck reddened from the bag strap, she said, "You must be handling at least four or five hundred thousand yuan by now, if not a million. You should hire an ountant to keep your books... Have you asked about Yan Xishan''s ounts? I''ve noticed that when he goes into the newly opened Agricultural Bank across the street, his bag is always bulging, but it''s empty when hees out."


    Chen Men had always kept the project ounts herself, while Yan Xishan was left to manage the ounts of the Xishanpany on his own.


    Currently, the Xishanpany hadn''t started selling coal on arge scale, so Yan Xishan still handed over the major ounts to Men.


    But once they started selling coal, Chen Men would indeed need a woman who knew the ins and outs of the business and couldn''t be turned by Yan Xishan to be the ountant. Otherwise, there was a very real possibility that she would provide the capital to build up the Xishanpany, only for Yan Xishan to quietly transfer the liquid assets away.


    It would be like Lu Jingyu in her previous life, using the parentpany''s money to nurture his own subsidiary, and finally leaving her with just an empty shell.


    But finding such an ountant was difficult. Young women, regardless of their looks, would be easily swayed by Yan Xishan, while older women might not be able to keep the ounts clearly and could still be fooled by Yan Xishan.


    She needed an ountant who knew the inside story and could fight alongside Chen Men.


    It was an urgent matter.


    After withdrawing the money, Chen Men went back to Dongfang Group to find Cui Juan.


    Cui Juan was almost dumbfounded when she saw Chen Men with eight thousand yuan. She hurried home and brought back the stock certificates with a face value of one thousand yuan each. As she handed them to Chen Men, she felt quite embarrassed: "Don''t regret it after you take these. I heard from my sister that thispany is about to go bankrupt."


    Chen Men smiled and asked, "What if it doesn''t go bankrupt?"


    Cui Juan was at a loss for words, then smiled and said, "It''s mainly because this was the first stock my sister bought when she started learning about stock trading. My brother-inw has been constantly nagging her about it, and she''s always wanted to get that thousand yuan back. Actually, buying it for one yuan per share would be enough. You''re offering 8 yuan per share, it makes us feel guilty."


    Chen Men smiled, "There''s nothing to feel guilty about. This stock will rise sooner orter."


    "Eight thousand yuan is enough to pay a hundred farm workers for a month," Cui Juan added.


    Chen Men sighed, "Indeed it is."


    Leaving Dongfang Group, it was time for the children to finish school. Chen Men had to first pick up Little Lang, then walk to Dongfang School to fetch Yuanyuan and Little Wang.


    Along the way, Little Lang kept humming, "The old man has heard my song, the youngd has kissed my face."


    The popr song "Xin Tian You" was all the rage recently, with young men all over the streets collectively humming "The old man has heard my song, the youngd has kissed my face."


    The chubby little boy sang and wiggled his bottom as he walked. When they reached a small shop, he stopped, biting his red lips with his white teeth, waiting for Chen Men to buy him a small milk cake. Once he got the cake, he first offered a bite to his mother, then ate it himself while continuing to sing.


    The primary school''s dismissal time had been adjusted this year to 5:30 PM, but both children had signed up for after-school sses. By the time Chen Men came to pick them up, they had just finished their extra sses and wereing out of the school gates.


    "Mom, it''s been decided! I''ll be the only piano soloist in the Children''s Day performance!" Yuanyuan waved her hand from afar.


    The day after tomorrow was Children''s Day, and the school was preparing a showcase of performances.


    Nowadays, many children learn extracurricr subjects, and a piano solo was the most prominent performance in the whole school. Yuanyuan had beenpeting against fifth and sixth graders, and Chen Men hadn''t held out much hope at first. Who would have thought she''d actually win the spot?


    "Should Mom buy you a tulle dress for your performance outfit? Shall we go now?" Chen Men looked at her watch ¨C it was 6:20 PM, the department store hadn''t closed yet. She had to buy a beautiful performance dress for Yuanyuan.


    But Yuanyuan said, "No need, Mom. I want to wear the little tulle dress that Dad bought for me." Touching the top of her head, she added, "And I want to wear this chrysanthemum hair clip too."


    "Let''s buy a new dress anyway."


    "No, I want to wear the one my dad bought and y the piano for him," Yuanyuan said angrily, raising her voice.


    In her previous life, Lu Jingyu had once bought Yuanyuan a small ne from a street vendor while on a business trip. He boasted that it was real gold, and Yuanyuan believed him. She kept it in a small box and only wore it when she went on her first date with her boyfriend.


    As a result, after wearing it for half an hour, the gold tingpletely wore off, leaving only a ckened iron chain.


    Yuanyuan didn''t tell this story until she was fully independent. She told Chen Men about it as if it were a joke, saying that before discovering the gold ne was fake, she had truly loved her stepfather Lu Jingyu.


    Adult emotions areplex. When Yan Zhao bought dresses for Yuanyuan, it was more aboutpensating for the loss of Yan Xing. But a child''s love is pure. The two little tulle dresses made Yuanyuan work hard, striving to be the brightest star in Yan Zhao''s eyes.


    That''s why she became so excellent in this life, shining like a brilliant little star.


    Compared to Yuanyuan''s excellence, Little Wang was a bit too casual about his studies.


    Especially after Zhou Xueqin went south and her fate was unknown, and Lu Jingyu left as well. Lu Dabao didn''t transfer to Dongfang School, losing hispetitive drive. Chen Men felt he seemed to be slippingtely.


    "Little Wang, do you have any performances for Children''s Day?" Chen Men asked.


    Little Wang raised his hand and said, "Mom, I don''t have any performances. We get the day off in the morning, but don''t worry, I have other things to do..." He then turned to Yuanyuan and said, "Don''t worry, when your brother earns money, I''ll buy you a digital watch. Little Yan Ha has one, right? And Zheng Beibei in your ss has one too. You''ll be next."


    This kid was always thinking about making money. Over the past six months, one day when Chen Men was doingundry and checked his pockets, she found he had over 300 yuan.


    Who would believe it?


    Back home, she took out the little dress Yan Zhao bought for Yuanyuanst year, and it fit perfectly this year.


    Yan Zhao had also bought a pair of small leather sandals at the time. They were a bit too bigst year, so Chen Men had kept them aside. This year, they fit just right.


    The pink tulle dress matched with a pink chrysanthemum hair clip,plementing the little girl''s bangs and her round face. Her two bright ck pupils were especially beautiful.


    Little Wang had found a foam box from somewhere and was tinkering with it in the kitchen.


    Chen Men was quietly listening to Yuanyuan y "Let''s Row the Boat Together" on the piano, which was the song she would perform on stage the day after tomorrow.


    Suddenly, the phone rang in the room across the hall.


    Chen Men went over and picked it up. "Hello?"


    The person on the other end got straight to the point: "Cui Juan is really something, selling you stocks for 8 yuan when they''re only worth 1 yuan?"


    Chen Men said, "It''s a business transaction. We were both willing parties. You don''t need to worry about it."


    The woman on the phone paused for a moment, then said, "Let me introduce myself. I''m Cui Min, Liu Hao''s wife from Dongfang Factory. The environment at Dongfang Factory is quiteplex. Your construction team is about to start building, and I''m afraid there might be various obstacles. But don''t worry, Cui Juan and I will definitely help you coordinate and ovee any difficulties."


    After Chen Men expressed her thanks, the other party asked, "By the way, what''s your name?"


    "Chen Men."


    "Your father-inw is Chief of Staff Yan Peiheng, right? Our family has a good rtionship with Chief Yan''s family. I''ll mention it to my father someday. All the daughters-inw in your Yan family are very outstanding." The woman on the phone paused, then added, "Mainly smart, very wise."


    She was building connections in such an artful way.


    Chen Men repeatedly expressed her gratitude, thought for a moment, then said with a smile, "My father-inw doesn''t know my name yet. Why don''t you mention it when you talk to him? Tell him my name is Chen Men?"


    "Really? ... Alright then." Cui Minughed, though she didn''t know why, and then hung up the phone.


    How could Chen Men not do her homework when it came to Dongfang Group''s project?


    Cui Juan''s older sister is Cui Min, who is Secretary Liu''s wife. Her father is also a military leader. The aunt from the Cui Minister''s family that Yan Wei mentioned, who had taken care of them before, was Cui Min''s mother.


    Cui Min had also bought a thousand shares when Shenzhen Development Bank issued its original stock, but because the price had dropped, she had been feeling down about it.


    By buying the stock for 8 yuan per share, Chen Men had earned a big favor from both Cui Min and Cui Juan.


    This way, Cui Juan would be willing to coordinate various matters within Dongfang Group for her.


    So Chen Men wasn''t interested in stock spection or hoarding stocks. She just wanted to use 8,000 yuan to ensure that the Cui sisters would be willing to help her in future work.


    Two yearster, when Shenzhen Development Bank is relisted and the stock price rises, Chen Men will still return those 1,000 shares to Cui Min. Through this back-and-forth, although she didn''t stuff money to leaders like other contractors, her rtionship with Secretary Liu''s family would be unbreakable.


    This is truly high-levelworking. She''s not just adding flowers to a brocade, she''s sending charcoal in snowy weather.


    Regarding Cui Min''s promise to praise her in front of Minister Cui, Chen Men didn''t take it seriously.


    But in fact, Cui Min called the capital that very evening and chatted with her mother about Chen Men, because people love to gossip about rtives and neighbors.


    One day, when Cui Min''s mother ran into Yan Peiheng in the militarypound, of course she had to praise Chen Men: "Your third daughter-inw is particrly good. My Cui Min even praised her for being smart. Chief Yan, none of your children''s marriages have disappointed."


    Yan Peiheng lived alone, but his daily life was taken care of by Yan Wei''s couple and his mother-inw.


    As Chen Men had guessed, Yan Wei had indeed let Mi Lan use that 300,000 yuan for stock trading.


    Old Yan Peiheng didn''t pay much attention to money, and after returning to the capital, he had forgotten about that 300,000 yuan.


    Until he heard Cui Min''s mother praising Chen Men, although he still had doubts about her, fearing she might be unreliable like Zhou Xueqin.


    But after returning home, he asked Yan Wei if the term for that 300,000 yuan investment was about to expire. If so, they should hurry and send it back to Yan Zhao.


    Yan Wei was also afraid of losing money in the stock market, so when he got home, he asked Mi Lan how much she had made from stock trading recently.


    Over the years, Mi Lan had already made nearly 140,000 yuan with that 300,000 yuan. The old man didn''t know the details, but seeing his daughter-inw''s business flourishing, he thought highly of Mi Lan and liked her very much. He thought, if it''s not going well, they should hurry and return the money.


    They wanted to go abroad, and still needed the old man''s approval to leave. There was no need to anger him.


    "Let''s trade one more time. If this one goes well, I can make another 40,000," Mi Lan said.


    Stock trading is addictive. She had 150,000 in hand but wanted to make one more trade to reach 200,000 for herself.


    However, both Yan Wei and his wife were puzzled. Originally, when Yan Peiheng mentioned Chen Men, he always referred to her as ''thatrade''. Now he had dropped even her surname and kept saying Men this, Men that.


    One day he even mused, "Without relying on my connections, and with Yan Zhao''s personality being like mine, not one towork, how do you think Men is getting these projects?"


    Yan Wei and his wife exchanged a nce, and Mi Lan secretly rolled her eyes: As if Yan Zhao hadn''t helped withworking.


    It''s just that they did it discreetly, and the old man didn''t know. Unlike him, who had resources but wouldn''t use them for his son and daughter-inw. What an old fossil.


    This old man always favored Yan Zhao, so biased!


    ...


    Early in the morning, while Chen Men was still asleep, Yuanyuan crept over.


    She whispered in her ear, "Mom, it''s almost Children''s Day."


    Chen Men sat up abruptly: "Did I oversleep? Am I going to bete?"


    Yan Zhao also quickly turned on the light. It was only 5:30 in the morning.


    Yuanyuan rested her chin on her hands, looking at the couple curiously and smiling.


    If it were Little Wang or Little Lang, Yan Zhao would have dragged them out and given them a good spanking.


    But for Yuanyuan, Yan Zhao just said, "Yuanyuan, go out for a bit while Dad and Mom get dressed." They were both naked, with no clothes on.


    Yuanyuan slipped outside, and soon after, Dad came out wearing an undershirt.


    This was apletely different dad from the one before. His muscles were particrly intimidating. In the morning, he habitually punched the sandbag, making the bag that terrified Little Wang and hurt his hands so much that Yuanyuan had to blow on them for a long time, resound with loud thumps.


    "Dad, will youe watch my performance on Children''s Day?" Yuanyuan asked, looking up at her father''s toned muscles gleaming in the early morning light as he pummeled the punching bag.


    "No," Yan Zhao replied curtly.


    Yuanyuan''s face fell. "But I have a piano solo, and I''m going to wear the dress you bought me."


    "Not possible," Yan Zhao said as he secured the swaying punching bag and went to brush his teeth.


    It wasn''t that he didn''t want to go, but his work had been keeping him extremely busytely, leaving no time to spare.


    The Fan Xiang father and son had been in custody for four months now. People higher up kept creating obstacles to prevent the case from reaching the prosecutor''s office, which meant they couldn''t be sentenced yet.


    For criminals, simply locking them up wasn''t enough - they needed to face the full force of thew.


    Just a few days ago, Deputy Director Zhao Lei had been walking down the street when someone inexplicably clubbed him over the head from behind. He was still lying in the hospital.


    Zhao quickly arranged for medical retirement. Lying in his hospital bed, the thing he felt most grateful for was that Yan Zhao hadn''t exposed him, allowing him to retire safely with his pension intact.


    As thanks, he left all the tea from his office for Yan Zhao and had an in-depth talk with him, revealing many inside details about Fan Xiang''s criminal organization.


    Whether Yan Peiheng had put in a good word or if no one from above dared interfere with the Jindong branch anymore, Yan Zhao was now the Deputy Director. From now on, he and Sun Nutao would officially handle the Fan Xiang case and thoroughly investigate all their past crimes.


    This was to be a severe crackdown on criminal organizations. They had to dig deep and uncover everything in preparation for the next citywide public trial that would shock everyone!


    So after brushing his teeth, Yan Zhao went out to buy spicy soup and soy milk, then warmed up some steamed buns. He was about to leave with just a cold bun for himself when he saw Yuanyuan pick up the phone. He turned back and asked, "Yuanyuan, are you making a call?"


    Yuanyuan replied dejectedly, "I still have another dad. You go ahead with your work, Dad. I''ll just ask my other dad toe watch."


    Yan Zhao instinctively checked his watch. "No need for that. Let me see the program schedule - I''ll try my best to make it back in time."


    Yuanyuan immediately hung up the phone. "Okay, Dad. I''ll be wearing the dress and little leather shoes you bought me on stage!"


    The morning light was perfect. Yan Zhao had recently repainted all the courtyard and exterior walls. The snow-white walls, clean cement courtyard, and blooming flowers in the garden framed Yuanyuan as she waved goodbye to her police officer father through the sparkling clean window.


    Chen Men watched it all. As the saying goes, it takes the right tool for the job. In this world, Yuanyuan was probably the only one who could keep Yan Zhao in check.


    "By the way, can you go out with me as a guest tonight?" Chen Men asked, chasing after him.


    She had bought Cui Min''s stocks, and Cui Min wanted to invite Chen Men over for dinner to show her appreciation. If Yan Zhao went with her, their rtionship with Cui Min would surely strengthen, making future projects and payments go as smooth as butter.


    But it was wishful thinking. Yan Zhao called back from afar, "I don''t have time for dinner. We should tile the house soon. I''m meeting a war buddy this afternoon to look at some tiles."


    The stubbornness of this man! If he was willing to socialize a bit, Chen Men''s career could potentially flourish even more.


    But marrying a man like this meant he could make your home a model for the whole vige, yet don''t expect him to help advance your career.


    Watching Yan Zhao leave, Chen Men suddenly worried he might bring back a batch of pink floor tiles.


    Low-quality tiles could contain formaldehyde and radioactive materials. Since Little Lang''s telet count was naturally low, she feared that inhaling harmful fumes might trigger the child''s condition. She hadn''t wanted to tile the house so early.


    Before Chen Men could chase after him, Yan Zhao was already gone.


    ...


    Chen Men had personally done Yuanyuan''s makeup. The little girl still needed to go to school for rehearsal, so Chen Men had sent her to school just after 6 am.


    Upon returning home, she saw Little Wang hugging arge white styrofoam box with a pleading look. "Mom, it''s Children''s Day today - our special day. Can you grant me one wish and let me go out to earn some money?"


    It was clear Little Lang had been influenced by his brother, as he also rubbed his hands together and said, "Little babies all love to make money money. Mommy, it''s our special day, we want to earn money today."


    Since it was Children''s Day, Little Wang probably wanted to sell something at school. There would be many parents and children around, creating more shopping opportunities.


    "What, you want Mom to help you sell cassette tapes?" Chen Men asked as she crouched down to help them put on their sandals.


    Little Wang sold tapes every day, but today he wasn''t nning to sell tapes, but... ice cream.


    Apparently, there was a wholesale market two bus stops away where ice cream could be bought for 15 cents each. Small shops sold them for 30 cents, but if he brought them to school, he could sell each one for 50 cents.


    After all, it was hot, and with parents and children watching performances at school, they''d be desperate for something cold. Since outside ice cream vendors couldn''t get in, he''d have a monopoly and could charge a premium.


    "Let''s go, Mom! Can we go fleece those parents?" Little Wang asked, clinging to Chen Men''s leg and patting her bottom like an excited puppy.


    "What are you doing?" Chen Men asked.


    Little Wang replied matter-of-factly, still patting her bottom, "Buttering you up!"


    Society was evolving. In this era, rich people like Yan Xishan made money by drinking and using their bodies.


    But in the future, it would be those with knowledge, education, and capital operation skills who could make money. Take Lu Dabao from her past life - his father started with real estate, and he became a second-generation tycoon by ying with capital.


    Little Wang was like Yuanyuan from her past life. In the future, he would still be like the older generation like Yan Xishan, working hard, drinking, ttering people, and sweating to earn small amounts of money.


    Look at him now, gently patting Chen Men''s bottom, his big eyes blinking so innocently.


    If he doesn''t study hard, he''ll end up following the same old path as Yan Xishan in the future.


    Chen Men wasn''t sure how best to educate stepchildren in a blended family and could only figure it out gradually.


    But when it came to making money, it was like feeding children. She had once cured Little Wang''s habit of stealing food with seven or eightrge chicken legs and two weeks of daily Coca-C. Maybe if she helped the kids earn some money this time and made them happy, she could also cure their obsession with making small profits?


    With this in mind, Chen Men said, "Little Wang, I''ll go with you today. But after you finish making money today, you have to focus on studying well for your final exams, okay?"


    Little Wang didn''t say thank you. He just shouldered his big styrofoam box and walked ahead into the morning light. As soon as they left the house, he shouted, "The old man has heard my song..."


    Little Lang immediately followed with, "The youngd has kissed my face."


    "The mountain azaleas bloom and fall... Mommy, I love you!" Little Wang sang as he rushed onto the bus, bncing the styrofoam box on his head.


    This caused all the passengers to turn and look at Chen Men as she hurried to catch up.


    It was rare to see a child sing "Mommy, I love you" so naturally as part of a song.

 Chapter 70

    The wholesale market for smallmodities opened at seven o''clock, just like the morning market, and small merchants and peddlers came to buy goods in bulk.


    This smallmodities wholesale market was privately owned, belonging to the family of thergestndlord in Xiping City before the liberation. For a long time after liberation, it was upied by the supply and marketing cooperative, but after rehabilitation, it was returned to thendlord''s family.


    Coincidentally, the descendant of thatndlord was also surnamed Yan, a distant rtive of Yan Xishan, named Yan Dongping. Their ancestors had been majorndlords, so after rehabilitation, the governmentpensated them generously, allowing them to live more luxuriously than Yan Xishan.


    Just as Chen Men entered the wholesale market, she heard someone say, "Have you heard? Yan Dongping says he wants to sell this building."


    "He''s gotten hooked on opium, of course he''s selling the building," another person replied.


    "Such arge building, who could afford it? It must cost several hundred thousand, right?"


    Chen Men paused in her steps. Although the words "People''s Commune Supply and Marketing Cooperative" were still on the roof and hadn''t been removed, and the exterior walls were dpidated, this area was destined to be the city center in the future. Moreover, it upied a vast area, and thend alone would be worth a fortune in the future.


    Yan Dongping had nearly been beaten to death during the revolutionary years, and he had only been wealthy for a few years. How could he be selling the building because of opium addiction?


    Such a building could generate rental ie effortlessly now, and would be subject to demolition and relocation in the future. Anyone with foresight and money to buy it would secure the future for three generations. Unfortunately, buying a building was never easy in any era.


    Even if Zhou Xueqin had been reborn and was bustling about making money, she still couldn''t afford to buy a building.


    Someone whispered, "I heard that Yan Dongping has been contacting that big shot from their vige in the capital recently. Isn''t his second daughter-inw doing business in the capital? They should be able toe up with several hundred thousand at once, but it depends on whether they want to buy it or not."


    There was a person from Yanguan Vige who went to the capital to do business and was beaten to death. That was the case Yan Peiheng had taken care of, and Yan Dongping was that person''s nephew.


    Chen Men had a thought: Yan Wei''s wife, Mi Lan, was doing business, reportedly very sessfully. Could it be that Yan Dongping was urgently in need of money and was contacting Mi Lan, wanting to sell the building?


    Even though they were from the same vige, Yan Xishan couldn''t afford this building.


    Had Yan Wei and his wife really be so wealthy that they dared to ask about the price of an entire building?


    Recently, the stock market had been performing poorly, and Chen Men had wanted to remind Yan Peiheng to investigate whether Yan Wei and his wife were specting in stocks. It seemed her concerns were unnecessary. Even if Mi Lan had lost money in the stock market, she should still be able toe up with three hundred thousand.


    ...


    The mother and two children continued walking inside, passing stall after stall filled with a dazzling array of wholesale goods.


    "There are popsicles here, let''s buy them here," Little Lang said, refusing to move on when he saw a stall selling ice cream wholesale.


    His goal was to eat, not to buy.


    "You don''t understand. If we keep walking, there''s a famous female hooligan from our district who sells ice cream two cents cheaper than others," Yan Xiaowang said excitedly.


    He was a typical miser, a real Grandet.


    To save two cents, he was willing to wear out the soles of the sandals Chen Men had just bought him.


    However, after walking a few more steps, Xiaowang suddenly darted back: "Mom, it''s not good. There are thugs at the female hooligan''s ce. Let''s go thereter."


    This little rascal roamed around all day, and it was clearly not his first time at the wholesale market. He not only knew which stalls had lower prices but even recognized the thugs.


    When Chen Men heard the words "female hooligan," she felt it might be someone she knew.


    Standing on tiptoes to look, she saw a woman in her early thirties at a distant stall, wearing a white terylene shirt, her hair greasy and stered to her scalp. She was surrounded by several young thugs and was taking money out of her pockets.


    "Qi Songlu?" Chen Men called out.


    The woman was indeed Chen Men''s friend, Qi Songlu. She had heard that Qi Songlu had gone south a few years ago, and they hadn''t seen each other for five or six years. She didn''t expect to find her doing wholesale business here.


    "Come backter if you want to buy wholesale. Qi Songlu is busy," one of the thugs turned around and said to Qi Songlu, "You female hooligan, hurry up with the protection money."


    "Sir, we''re all acquaintances here. I''m a rtive of Yan Dongping''s family. Could you do us a favor and not bully my sister?" Chen Men stepped forward and said.


    Nowadays, thugs and hooligans liked to be addressed as "sir," finding it particrly ttering. Chen Men was also using Yan Dongping''s name, so they should have given her face.


    However, this time Chen Men''s gamble didn''t pay off. The thugsughed when they heard this and said, "That bastard Yan Dongping owes us a lot of money for drugs. What, are you here to pay his debt?"


    How could Yan Dongping, andlord living off rent, owe money to small-time thugs for drugs?


    This stumped Chen Men. She hadn''t expected Yan Dongping to have fallen so low.


    She was about to send Xiaowang out to page Yan Zhao if these thugs kept bothering her.


    But just then, a tall man wearing a motorcycle helmet strode over and shouted in a Shaanxi dialect, "You sons of bitches, get lost right now!"


    The thugs were clearly afraid of this helmeted man. Hearing his booming voice, they fled without a word.


    "From now on, no more collecting protection money in this market. Get lost, and stay far away," the man said in his thick Shaanxi ent. As he passed by Chen Men, he turned and looked her up and down, surprisingly calling out her full name: "Chen Men?"


    "Yes, that''s me," Chen Men replied.


    "Impressive girl, let me hear you call me ''sir,''" the man said with a thick Shaanxi ent, giving her a thumbs up.


    Chen Men frowned, thinking this must be another thug, probably the boss of the thugs. But was he mentally ill, asking her to call him "sir"? She really couldn''t bring herself to say "sir" in the Shaanxi dialect.


    However, the man seemed to be joking intentionally,ughing as if he had a subwoofer in his mouth, and walked away chuckling.


    Chen Men then turned back and walked to Qi Songlu''s stall.


    "Mom, this is that famous female..." Yan Xiaowang tugged at Chen Men''s arm, pointing at Qi Songlu. Just as he was about to say "hooligan," Chen Men gently shushed him: "Xiaowang, you must never call this auntie a female hooligan again."


    "Why not?" Xiaowang asked in a whisper.


    Chen Men sighed, "Because if I hadn''t missed something back then, I would have beenbeled a female hooligan by the police just like her."


    Xiaowang''s mouth fell open, and it took him a while to let out an "Oh."


    Children don''t understand much. Looking at the woman in her thirties from afar, with her greasy hair hanging over her face and wrinkles etched like knife cuts, he couldn''tprehend why this seemingly miserable woman would be called a female hooligan.


    Moreover, his mother had almost beenbeled a female hooligan by the police?


    Why was that?


    However, when Chen Men had decided to apany Xiaowang on his money-making adventure that morning, she never expected that Xiaowang would lead her to Qi Songlu.


    This little guy was truly her lucky star.


    A few days ago, she had been thinking that Yan Xishan was about to sell coal on arge scale, which would bring in substantial funds. She could tolerate his fondness for prostitutes, drinking, and fancy clothes.


    But she feared he might have evil intentions, turning the Xishan Company into a shellpany, using Yuan Yuan''s money to establish a newpany to expand his own interests, and then kicking her and Yuan Yuan out. Therefore, she needed an ountant to keep an eye on Yan Xishan for her.


    But finding an ountant in Xiping City who wouldn''t be corrupted or tempted by Yan Xishan was no easy task.


    Qi Songlu happened to be just such a person.


    She had graduated with a degree in finance and could do ounting. She had once been an ountant for the supply and marketing cooperative.


    She also hated Yan Xishan with a passion and would never change her stance.


    Speaking of this, we should mention Qi Songlu''s unique title as Xiping City''s first female hooligan.


    Qi Songlu''s ex-husband was named Wang Ding''an, a demobilized soldier who currently worked as a police officer in Jinxi District, holding the same position of investigation team leader as Yan Zhao.


    Qi Songlu, on the other hand, was the former head ountant of the supply and marketing cooperative.


    When Wang Ding''an had just been demobilized from the army and hadn''t been assigned a job yet, he had hung around with Yan Xishan for a while. That was in 1983, during the first nationwide crackdown on crime. Dance halls had sprung up like mushrooms after rain in the city. Yan Xishan loved dancing and had invited Wang Ding''an to go dancing with him at a dance hall.


    When Qi Songlu heard about this, she called Chen Men, wanting to go to the dance hall together to catch their men.


    At that time, Yuan Yuan was still an infant, and Chen Men particrly disliked going to dance halls, so she didn''t go.


    So Qi Songlu went alone to the dance hall to look for her husband.


    As it happened, that day the police were conducting a strict crackdown, and everyone in the dance hall was arrested and taken to the police station.


    Qi Songlu was an innocent victim, having gone in to find her husband, but Wang Ding''an and Yan Xishan had slipped away like butter, avoiding arrest, while she was caught red-handed.


    Those arrested in the dance hall would be charged with hooliganism if rtives didn''t im them and pay a fine.


    Wang Ding''an had no money, so he asked Yan Xishan to find money to bail her out. Yan Xishan also had no money at the time and was frantically jumping up and down, unable to borrow money from anywhere. In the end, he borrowed money from Hu Xiaomei to bail out Qi Songlu.


    But only rtives could bail out those charged with hooliganism. Wang Ding''an was inexplicably bedridden at the time, and Yan Xishan wasn''t a rtive, so even with money, he couldn''t get her out. Qi Songlu was thus sentenced andbeled a female hooligan.


    The 1983 sentencing involved public shaming parades and mass trials, which she participated in, touring the entire city for dozens of sessions.


    After all, she had been an ountant at the supply and marketing cooperative. Though Qi Songlu was beautiful, she rarely smiled and was considered an ice beauty. At the time, rumors gradually spread, with many people saying she was an ountant by day and a prostitute by night. Some even imed with certainty that they had slept with her, saying that despite her usual haughty demeanor, she actually had an insatiable sexual appetite and would willingly sleep with men without payment, running out to the streets at night to solicit men.


    For a while, men would even joke, "Be careful, Qi Songlu might kidnap and rape you tonight."


    The early 1980s, right after the Cultural Revolution ended, saw decades of sexual repression unleashed like a fierce tiger set free from its cage. When it could finally be discussed openly, people''s ignorance about and exploration of sexuality, as well as their pent-up desires, were all projected onto the city''s only female "hooligan." Everyone in Xiping City knew about Qi Songlu.


    She lost her job, her marriage, and was disowned by her parents and siblings.


    Her reputation was ruined, and she was abandoned by all.


    However, after many years without seeing each other, Qi Songlu showed no goodwill towards Chen Men, ring at her and asking, "Isn''t this the boss''s wife of Xishan Company? What are you doing here?"


    Speaking of Xishan Company, that was the ce Xiaowang hated most.


    "This is my mother, she has nothing to do with Xishan Company," Xiaowang said loudly.


    Qi Songlu was taken aback, but then spoke more kindly: "Is this your child? He''s grown so big?"


    "Me too," Little Lang stepped forward, raising his head, a chubby little cherub with rosy lips and white teeth.


    Chen Men, who had be a mother without pain, though she truly didn''t want to love these two children, couldn''t help but feel proud whenever they stood before her. Both little ones were very cute and generally well-behaved, mainly because they were so easy to raise.


    "You and Yan Xishan..."


    "My dad is called Yan Zhao, Yan Zhao from Team One in Yanguan Vige," Yan Xiaowang quickly said.


    Qi Songlu wasn''t very clear about the situation in Yanguan Vige, but any observant person could see that Chen Men must have divorced and remarried.


    "How''s this job going for you?" Chen Men lifted the quilt covering Qi Songlu''srge freezer, seeing it packed full of popsicles. She first took one for Little Lang, then one for Xiaowang, and finally one for herself, then handed Qi Songlu one yuan.


    Qi Songlu dug into her pants pocket, fumbling for a while before pulling out a handkerchief, from which she counted out forty cents in warm coins and handed them to Men.


    This was just a small wholesale stand. Chen Men stood on tiptoe to look inside and saw a bed, but wasn''t surprised: "You live here, don''t you?"


    "People have to live somewhere, why can''t I live here?" Qi Songlu retorted.


    Not only was there a bed, but also a toothbrush, toothbrush holder, and the edge of a worn underwear peeking out from under the pillow. Clearly, this small wholesale stand was Qi Songlu''s home. She probably hadn''t bathed in a long time, as the whole stand was permeated with the smell of sweat and urine.


    Chen Men''s resolve to hire Qi Songlu as her ountant grew even stronger.


    Qi Songlu hated Yan Xishan.


    She even wished Yan Xishan would drop dead on the spot.


    So Chen Men was very confident, after all, Qi Songlu was now down on her luck, barely making ends meet by wholesaling popsicles at just two cents profit each. She figured Qi Songlu would be desperate for a steady ounting job.


    But when Chen Men made the offer, Qi Songlu was stunned for a moment, and surprisingly said, "I''d be willing to work as an ountant, who wouldn''t want a steady job with a sry? But I''m afraid if you hire me, you''ll be inviting big trouble."


    "Why?" Chen Men asked.


    Qi Songlu sighed and said, "A few years ago, I saved some money in Guangzhou and came back to set up this small stand. But there''s a gang of thugs who bully me wherever I go. If you hire me, I''m afraid they''lle after you too."


    Thugs?


    She could ask Yan Zhao about that.


    Chen Men''s construction site had also been troubled by thugs recently, but after she mentioned it to Yan Zhao, the thugs had disappeared without a trace.


    "I''ll take care of the thugs for you, you can work for me from now on!" Chen Men said decisively.


    ...


    Chen Men had never run a small business and was inexperienced and timid. Dongfang School had strict rules. When entering the school gates, Xiaowang wanted Chen Men to tell a lie and bring the popsicles in, but when the security guard pointed at the foam box and asked what was inside, Chen Men got nervous and blurted out, "Popsicles."


    The security guard had never encountered this situation before - arge foam box full of popsicles?


    "I eat them," Little Lang said, patting his little belly.


    The boy''s little belly did indeed look like it could consume a whole box of popsicles.


    The guard hesitated, then surprisingly let them pass.


    Once inside the school, Xiaowang immediately disyed his impressivework of connections. Every teacher who passed by greeted him, and he knew all the students. Many who were much taller than him passed by calling him "Little King Yan."


    "You''re quite popr at school, aren''t you?" Chen Men marveled.


    He even had a nickname, Little King Yan - did their family wholesale kings?


    Xiaowang took seven or eight popsicles from the foam box and ran off, saying, "Mom, take care of Little Lang."


    It was just after 10 AM on June 1st, and the weather was extremely hot. Parents were entering the venue, and the performance was about to begin.


    Sitting next to Men was the mother of Yuanyuan''s ssmate, Zheng Beibei. She was holding a small program and said, "My Beibei is the second performer, reciting poetry. What about your Zhaodi?"


    Before Chen Men could speak, she heard someone behind her say with a grin, "How did the principal arrange the program? Why did they put my Zhaodi second tost?"


    It was Yan Xishan, wearing sunsses and a white shirt, who squeezed through the crowd and sat down next to Chen Men: "Second tost, that''s underestimating my daughter''s talent."


    Chen Men couldn''t be bothered to talk to Yan Xishan, but Zheng Beibei''s mother wanted to tter this nouveau riche: "Second tost is the grand finale. Your Zhaodi is the closing act."


    "Oh, so my daughter is the grand finale," Yan Xishan said even louder, attracting nces from many people.


    Zheng Beibei''s mother leaned in close to Yan Xishan and whispered something, making him chuckle. He leaned towards Men and said, "Guess what that woman just told me?"


    "I don''t want to hear it. Go away."


    "She wanted to set me up with someone, said it''s a female ountant from a state-ownedpany, both parents are working professionals, she''s 24 this year, and as beautiful as a flower." Yan Xishan deliberately showed off the gold rings on his hand, dazzling everyone''s eyes.


    Suppressing her anger, Chen Men asked, "Where did you buy those gold rings?"


    "Gold is cheaptely. Want me to buy you one too?" Yan Xishan said enthusiastically.


    Chen Men rolled her eyes: "What about the watch?"


    Yan Xishan seemed to pretend he didn''t understand: "It''s a Citizen, the same kind Ken Takakura wore in ''Manhunt.'' If you want one, I can buy you a women''s model."


    Chen Men pointed at his brand new ck alligator skin bag and said, "This whole set must have cost nearly three thousand yuan. It looks good, makes you look very handsome."


    Yan Xishan had never been called handsome by Chen Men before, and suddenly felt his blood pressure rising. He held up five fingers: "This whole outfit cost five thousand yuan."


    "You''ve been secretly selling quite a bit of coal, haven''t you?" When Chen Men said this, Yan Xishan''s face finally lost its pleasant expression: "Men, how am I supposed to go out and socialize without proper clothes? Yes, the shares are in Zhaodi''s hands now, but I''m the one doing the work, I''m the one selling the coal. I deposit all the big sums into Zhaodi''s ount. What''s wrong with me spending a little of the money I earn? I''m going to get married again in the future, I''m going to have a son. You can''t really take away all my assets."


    This was typical Yan Xishan, getting so excited just because Yuanyuan was going to perform the finale.


    But his desire to have a son wasn''t dead. He would remarry sooner orter, and his potential matches were mostly female ountants, female finance workers, and other simr professionals. Those women understood ounts and finances, and could make fake books look wless.


    Chen Men had invested nearly 300,000 yuan to build sevenrge mine shafts that resembled fortresses. Once Yan Xishan remarried, the cash flow would be in the hands of a female ountant who belonged only to Yan Xishan.


    Chen Men''s palms hurt from clenching them. She remembered how in her previous life, in order to take care of her children''s education, she had handed over the finances and let Lu Jingyu hire an ountant to do the books. As a result, Lu Jingyu had quietly turned the originalpany into an empty shell, using their eldest son''s identity as the major shareholder to establish a newpany.


    Chen Men had suffered bitterly at home.


    While Lu Jingyu was quietly transferring all the assets to his son''s name, he was sighing about how difficult business was and how he was losing money every day.


    Men were worse than dogs. At least dogs were loyal to their masters, while men were only ever loyal to their sons and young, fresh women.


    In her previous life, Chen Men had seen a news story about a man who killed his second wife just to leave her house to the son from his first marriage, even though he had a lovely little daughter with his second wife whom he loved very much.


    Men might love their daughters to the core, but their wealth was always reserved for their sons.


    That''s why Chen Men absolutely needed Qi Songlu, the ountant.


    Only Qi Songlu could help Yuanyuan protect the cash flow from her mines from being given away by Yan Xishan to other women.


    Little Wang''s ice cream sold out in no time.


    It was hot, there were lots of people, and as soon as one child ate one, another immediately wanted one too. Little Wang scurried around like a ground squirrel, and before Yuanyuan''s performance had even started, he had almost sold out of ice cream.


    But at this point, a teacher noticed him.


    This wasn''t a good thing. A student selling popsicles at school, disrupting order - he was likely to face criticism in front of the whole school.


    But there was no need to panic. Little Wang turned back and asked Yan Xishan, "Uncle, you big spender, how about treating us to some ice cream?"


    "There''s ice cream in here?" Yan Xishan was so busy showing off that he hadn''t even noticed what was in the foam box in front of Chen Men.


    "Two yuan each, and I haven''t even had one yet. Give me twenty yuan, and I''ll sell you all these ice creams," Little Wang said, pushing the foam box over.


    Of course, Yan Xishan wanted to y the big shot in front of Little Wang. He immediately pulled out two ten-yuan notes and pped them into Little Wang''s hand. "Here, go y. My Zhaodi is performing today, so I''m treating everyone to ice cream."


    Little Wang took the twenty yuan, distributed the ice cream to the people around, then stood up and waved at the teacher at the edge of the field, pointing at Yan Xishan, before sitting down obediently.


    Soon it was time for Yuanyuan to go on stage, but several security guards came over, insisting on escorting Yan Xishan out.


    "Teacher, I''m Yan Zhaodi''s father. I didn''t sell this ice cream... I''m here to watch my daughter y the piano."


    "Sir, please leave!" The teacher paid no attention to Yan Xishan''s exnation.


    Chen Men reached out and tugged Little Wang''s ear. This little guy might be small, but he was full of tricks, setting people up like a pro.


    Seeing her re at him, Little Wang grinned shamelessly and sat on herp since she wouldn''t eat the ice cream.


    Little Lang was like his father, warm at night and in winter, but cool in summer and during the day. He didn''t talk much, and sitting on herp was soft andfortable. Little Wang, on the other hand, was stinky, sweaty from running around, and sitting like a big heater.


    Just as Chen Men was about to push Little Wang away, she suddenly saw Zheng Beibei''s mother bend down and sneak away. Several other parents also moved their small stools, trying to edge away as much as possible.


    "Has Yuanyuan''s performance started?" It was Yan Zhao, his voice as cold as his demeanor, silently sitting down next to Chen Men. Because he was wearing a police uniform, many people spontaneously moved away, leaving arge space for Chen Men.


    Yan Zhao''s timing was impable. The little girl announcing the acts said in a voice that could raise goosebumps, "Next up, Yan Shengnan will perform ''Let''s Row the Double Oars'' for us."


    Yan Zhao saw Little Wang still counting money and snatched it away, giving him a stern look to watch the stage.


    Yuanyuan was wearing the little white dress that Yan Zhao had bought her this timest year. She scanned the audience, bowed, and began to y the piano. With her pink hair clipplementing her apple-like cheeks, white dress, and brown sandals, she was the most beautiful little girl in the world. As she sat at the piano and raised her hands, the music began, and strangely enough, the previously chattering yground fell silent instantly.


    It was only when Yuanyuan appeared that Chen Men understood the charm of a finale performance. Because of the hot weather, and because most people''s children had already performed, everyone was about to leave. But Yuanyuan''s singing and piano ying could keep people in their seats.


    It was hot, and the field was particrly sunny. It was now past eleven, with the sun directly overhead.


    Yan Zhao looked left and right, then took off his jacket and draped it over Chen Men''s head.


    He covered her and the two little onespletely under the coat.


    "Deputy Director Yan, this is a bit too showy. Take the coat down, it doesn''t look good if people see. With you covering us like this, it makes me look like a mountain bandit''s favorite concubine, deliberately showing off in the crowd. Your deputy director''s epaulettes are quite eye-catching, and we''re already attracting enough attention. If you put up this coat, how will people look at us?"


    "You''re not a favorite concubine. You''re themander, and it''s right to shade you from the sun." Yan Zhao said with a righteous face, without a hint of embarrassment.


    "If I''m themander, what are you?"


    "I''m your bodyguard." Yan Zhao said with a straight face, looking at Yuanyuan ying the piano on stage.


    Easy for him to say. If he was willing to apany her to social events, Chen Men would dly be his bodyguard, or even his lowly servant.


    "Comrade Yan Bodyguard, please take down the coat, it''s too eye-catching," Chen Men said.


    Yan Zhao looked straight ahead with a serious face: "Report, Commander, negative. Your skin is already red from the sun and is about to blister."


    Damn man, even when he''s saying something nice, why does it sound so annoying?


    "Can I ask you for a favor? A big favor," Chen Men asked.


    She wanted Yan Zhao to investigate who had been bullying Qi Songlu. But before she could speak, Yan Zhao coldly said, "For work matters, it depends on the situation. For personal matters, absolutely."


    Chen Men felt like hitting someone.


    Couldn''t he say nice things in a softer way?


    Wasn''t she themander?


    Could she hit this fierce and dark bodyguard?


    Of course, convincing Yan Zhao to help Qi Songlu wouldn''t be easy. After all, Yan Zhao despised evil and was particrly hateful towardswbreakers.


    And Qi Songlu was known throughout Xiping City as a prostitute, a whore, a streetwalker. In everyone''s eyes, it was perfectly normal for her to be bullied by thugs.

 Chapter 71

    By the way, Qi Songlu had once done something particrly famous that shocked the entire public security system.


    She was sentenced to two years for hooliganism, which was reduced by one year, so she served one year in prison before being released.


    After her release, she didn''t return to her parents'' home but went straight to Wang Ding''an to demand a divorce. At that time, Wang Ding''an was already working at the police station. Having a wife with a criminal record was problematic - not to mention his parents were threatening suicide if he didn''t divorce her quickly. Wang Ding''an himself was under immense pressure; if he didn''t divorce her, his career would certainly be ruined.


    So he readily agreed to the divorce and even offered to leave the marriage with nothing. But Qi Songlu didn''t want anything except the house allocated to her by the supply and marketing cooperative. She only had one small request: she wanted to kick Wang Ding''an once.


    How much damage could a woman''s kick do?


    Qi Songlu had worked at the supply and marketing cooperative for several years and had saved over a thousand yuan. But since they were married, the money belonged to both of them. She could take it all just for the price of one kick - quite a good deal, right?


    For Wang Ding''an, it was more about guilt. He felt guilty that the money had been put into a fixed-term deposit and couldn''t be withdrawn when he fell ill, forcing him to ask Yan Xishan to bail her out. Unfortunately, despite Yan Xishan''s usual wide-reaching connections, that time he couldn''t pull any strings, causing Qi Songlu to serve a year in prison for nothing.


    So Wang Ding''an was prepared to take a kick from Qi Songlu and let her take the money. He was a poor boy from the countryside, his parents were still farming back home, and his younger brother was about to get married - he needed the money even more than Qi Songlu.


    However, before he could react and reach out to take the money, Qi Songlu raised her foot and kicked him squarely in the groin.


    As the doctorter said, it was fortunate that she was wearing autumn shoes. With some medication, Wang Ding''an could still regain his manhood. If Qi Songlu had been wearing leather shoes at the time, Wang Ding''an would never have been able to father children.


    In other words, as Wang Ding''an reached for the money, Qi Songlu''s kick essentially emascted him.


    Because of this incident, when people in the public security system mentioned Qi Songlu, they not only considered her a busybody but also aplete shrew - a woman more vicious than Pan Jinlian.


    Fortunately, Yan Zhao didn''t pay much attention to such gossip. He seemed unaware of this incident and after hearing Qi Songlu''s name, he asked, "Wasn''t she one of the female hooligans from ''83? I heard she had a history of streetwalking. Let her file a report first..."


    "She''s my friend," Chen Men immediately retorted, holding out her hands. "Captain Yan, why don''t you arrest me too? If she was a streetwalker, then so was I. Do you believe that?"


    Yan Zhao looked at Chen Men.


    Chen Men didn''t back down, staring back at this living Judge of Hell.


    She was actually quite timid, often lowering her head and avoiding eye contact when Yan Zhao''s gaze turned cold. But this time, she raised her head and stared at him unflinchingly, maintaining eye contact.


    "Be careful talking about streetwalkers, the children might hear. Speak slowly," Yan Zhao had to say.


    That''s more like it, Chen Men thought. How beautiful and noble Qi Songlu was in her youth - only the words "pure as ice and clean as jade" could describe her. But the times, people''s prejudices, rumors, and sudden policy changes had made her life a living hell.


    Holding back the blood she felt like spitting, Chen Men exined Qi Songlu''s situation to Yan Zhao.


    She started from how Qi Songlu met Wang Ding''an through a blind date, their marriage, and then how she wasbeled a female hooligan for going to a dance hall to look for Wang Ding''an. Chen Men exined it all in detail.


    "Wang Ding''an... tell me about this person. Is he the captain of the detective squad at the Jinxi Branch Bureau?" Yan Zhao paused when he heard Wang Ding''an''s name.


    Wang Ding''an had once been a hooligan with Yan Xishan, but because he was a military transfer, heter joined the police force and was even named an exemry police officerst year.


    However, Wang Ding''an and Qi Songlu had long since divorced.


    Chen Men felt he wasn''t important; what mattered were those hooligans. They might not be bothering her anymore, but they hadn''t disappeared. Now they were bullying Qi Songlu, and Chen Men had experienced their methods firsthand - ordinary people really couldn''t withstand it.


    "The important thing is the hooligans," she insisted.


    "Tell me about Wang Ding''an. Does he have any uncles or cousins in leadership positions? Has he remarried? Who did he marry?" Yan Zhao asked in return.


    Chen Men hadn''t actually inquired about Wang Ding''an''s remarriage.


    However, Wang Ding''an was quite introverted and reserved. After the incident with Qi Songlu, he had even stopped associating with Yan Xishan. Although Chen Men had heard that he had remarried, she didn''t know anything about his second wife - where she was from or what she did.


    All she knew was that after that incident, Wang Ding''an''s career had taken off like a rocket. He went from being a small-time cop at a local police station to bing the captain of the detective squad at the branch bureau.


    In fact, in Yan Zhao''s view, there was arge gang of petty criminals in Xiping City, and there must be a big boss at the top giving them orders, telling them who to bully.


    Once upon a time, Fan Zhenhua had been the protector of that big hooligan.


    Recently, there had been a group of thugs harassing Men at her construction site. Yan Zhao had sent Xiong Xiangdang to investigate, hoping to find the leader of this gang of hooligans. But those people were cunning; hearing the news that Chen Men had backing and someone looking out for her, they stopped bothering her.


    The Fan father and son wouldn''t reveal this person because it involved whether they were involved in organized crime. Involvement in organized crime meant public trial and execution, but without it, Fan Xiang would get twenty years at most, and Fan Zhenhua would only be imprisoned for two years.


    So to save their lives, the Fan father and son would never give up that person.


    And that person, even without Fan Zhenhua''s protection, could still run rampant in Xiping City. Economic development breeds hooligans, and hooligans could nurture that crime boss into a glutton.


    Yan Zhao had been looking for that person - the one who couldmand all the hooligans in the city with a single word, telling them who to bully.


    This person might be inconspicuous, but their power could be greater than the city''s police chief. Because hooligans roamed the entire city, using all sorts of underhanded methods to bully people, as long as that person was smart enough, they would be the city''s unofficial police chief.


    Yan Zhao mulled over the name Wang Ding''an, suddenly remembering that among Zhou Xueqin''s friends he had inquired about before, there was also someone called ''Wang Ding''an''. Could this Wang Ding''an be that Wang Ding''an?


    ...


    After listening to Men''s story, Yan Zhao removed the clothes covering her head. "Alright, I''ll investigate this matter."


    Chen Men had been asking him to remove the clothes for a while, why did he suddenly do it now?


    She looked up and realized that the basketball backboard on the yground was now blocking the sun, putting her in the shade.


    Yuanyuan''s piano performance had ended, and there was only onest act before the show would be over.


    However, Yuanyuan had alreadye out from backstage and saw Yan Xishan being held by several security guards in the distance, arguing with them vehemently.


    The little girl didn''t feel embarrassed and didn''t try to hide, even though many of her ssmates were curiously looking at her. Now, in everyone''s understanding, Yuanyuan was Yan Zhao''s daughter, and her father was a police officer.


    If her ssmates knew she was actually the daughter of a nouveau riche, she would have felt ashamed.


    But she still walked over.


    "Yan Xiaowang, you bastard, despicable, vile, framing others..." Yan Xishan was about to shout in frustration.


    Yuanyuan bowed to the two security guards: "Uncle Security, on behalf of my father, I apologize to you. Could you please release him?"


    "In the future, don''t sell popsicles on campus. Dressed so properly and elegantly, selling a few popsicles to make money is too embarrassing for you," the security guard said as he released Yan Xishan.


    Yan Xishan, still furious, pointed at Little Wang from afar, with a look that said, "Don''t think I''ll let you off the hook."


    As people were dispersing, an acquaintance who was also nouveau riche came over and asked Yan Xishan if he wanted to visit the newly opened Little Hong Kong, saying he had heard that the girls there were all very young, faces they had never seen before.


    His voice wasn''t low, and Yuanyuan overheard it clearly. She pouted, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at her father, feeling embarrassed.


    Yan Xishan''s heart suddenly trembled. He immediately cursed, "Get lost! When have I ever been to a nightclub? Boss Bao, don''t you dare spread such lies!"


    Yan Xishan was only in his early thirties, and he definitely needed to remarry and have a son. However, he had recently met many femalerades, and for some reason, even though they all seemed nice, he would get annoyed after chatting with them for a while. This was because those women would immediately start asking about money, inquiring about the annual ie from his coal mine, and whether they could quit their formal jobs to help him manage the ounts once they got married.


    The more they acted like this, the more he thought about Yuanyuan and Men.


    Damn it, why wouldn''t Yan Zhao just die already?


    Little Wang, standing between Yuanyuan and Little Lang in the flowing crowd, shouted, "Come on, brothers, let''s go buy digital watches!"


    Zheng Beibei in Yuanyuan''s ss had a digital watch, and so did Little Yan Ha from the capital.


    Little Wang was earning money specifically to buy digital watches for himself and his siblings.


    There was a shop near the school entrance that specialized in selling digital watches. Not only were children fond of them, but even adults considered wearing one to be incredibly fashionable.


    In Yan Zhao''s opinion, he certainly didn''t want the children to wear such extravagant items as digital watches at such a young age.


    However, just as he was about to speak up, Chen Men raised her finger and said, "Let the children buy them. Little Wang promised me that after earning this money, he''d study seriously until the end of the semester. Let him enjoy himself this time, okay?"


    Little Wang had earned eighty yuan, enough to buy three digital watches. He picked out a pink one for Yuanyuan, which even had a pink cat printed on it. Yuanyuan, of course, absolutely loved it. Little Lang looked for a long time before choosing the biggest one for himself, as he liked all enormous things.


    Little Wang had, of course, already set his sights on his own watch long ago. It was ck with a small stic frame and a ss cover, very simple. When worn, it didn''t even look like a digital watch, but it was understated, profound, and had character.


    The three children were wearing short-sleeved shirts, and because they now had watches on their wrists, they had to raise both hands, walking carefully. When they encountered a pothole, they would have to jump, looking like the dazed little vampires from Hong Kong films.


    Yan Zhao suddenly called out, "Yan Wangqi."


    "Dad, here!" Little Wang responded.


    "Do you still have any money left? Can you lend Dad some?" Yan Zhao actually wanted to find out how much money his son had.


    If he could afford digital watches, he must have had at least a few dozen yuan left.


    Little Wang, being clever, of course said, "No, Dad, I don''t have a single cent left." But in reality, his woolen money pouch contained exactly four hundred yuan, the same as his father''s monthly sry.


    Little Wang didn''t tell anyone about this.


    After returning home, Yan Zhao called Ma Bo and asked him to bring over the police files from Jinnan District. He wanted to investigate Wang Ding''an.


    As it happened, Ma Bo and Wang Ding''an had served in the same military unit and were friends. Moreover, Ma Bo was also particrly concerned about the case of gangsters entrenched in Jindong District. Today, he hade to see Ma Bo, and the two were discussing the case.


    They were eatingmb paomo with garlic cloves at a nearby restaurant.


    When Ma Bo heard that Yan Zhao wanted to inquire about Wang Ding''an, he decided to bring Wang Ding''an to Yanguan Vige, allowing Yan Zhao to meet him directly.


    In his words, Wang Ding''an had given him apletely new perspective, and Wang Ding''an had some evidence that could help them find the big boss of the criminal gang.


    In short, in Ma Bo''s view, Wang Ding''an was not an enemy, but a friend.


    Chen Men was getting ready to visit Secretary Liu''s house in the afternoon and was primping herself. Yan Zhao''s gaze was like an air conditioner, making her feel cold all over. So she said, "Why don''t we go together?"


    "No need, I have work to do," Yan Zhao said coldly.


    Chen Men was wearing a new dress today, a Montagut, the most popr brand in the 90s. She had her hair up when she heard Yuanyuan say from outside the window, "Mom, you should let your hair down and wear lipstick to look prettier."


    Yuanyuan had bought Chen Men some very cheap, poor-quality lipstick, which Chen Men obviously didn''t use. She had bought herself a Yu Xi dark rose lipstick, which was actually what wouldter be called "bean paste color," and was already avable on the market. It was the most suitable lipstick color for herplexion.


    After applying the lipstick, Yuanyuan had already brought over Chen Men''s newly bought high heels. "Mom, don''t forget these."


    Little girls love nothing more than dressing up their mothers.


    "How much did this whole outfit cost?" Yan Zhao reached out and rubbed Chen Men''s dress.


    Chen Men said, "35 yuan."


    A Montagut dress would cost 350 yuan now, but if Yan Zhao knew that her entire outfit cost a thousand yuan, he probably wouldn''t be able to save face. However, as Yan Xishan had said, in this era, people don''t look at people, they look at clothes. Without a good set of clothes to wear, when going out to socialize, no one would treat her as a big boss.


    The pager rang.


    Chen Men saw it was a message from Cui Juan and immediately called back.


    "Boss Chen, my sister suddenly has something to attend to today, so we''ll have to reschedule," Cui Juan said on the phone. "I''m really sorry, we suddenly have some business to take care of."


    "It''s no problem, I''ll visit another day," Chen Men said with a smile.


    After all, they were potential clients, and rtionships could be built slowly, there was no rush.


    Moreover, the main issue was that there weren''t yet any suitable ces in the city for women to consume on their own. Otherwise, Chen Men would have invited the Cui sisters out for a meal.


    As she hung up the phone, Chen Men could swear she wasn''t seeing things or going blind. She clearly saw Yan Zhao smile, a genuine smile.


    His teeth were so white they could be used in a toothpaste advertisement for ck people, and because he had been working in an office for nearly a year, his skin had also be much fairer than before, making him look particrly young, like a man in his mid-twenties.


    So this man actually never wanted her to go out and socialize, he just couldn''t say it out loud.


    She wasn''t going out to visit, and he was smiling like a tube of toothpaste?


    Indeed, all men are the same. They want to see other women as seductive and cheap, but when their own wives dress a little brightly, they frown.


    Chen Men was about to change out of her dress in anger when Yuanyuan got upset: "Mom, what are you doing? Can''t you wear a new dress even if you''re not visiting someone? Don''t change."


    This was the old-fashioned thinking at work, always feeling that one should be casual at home and only dress up when going out. In the future, many nice clothes would barely be worn, and once the body hunches over, even the best clothes would look shapeless andck elegance when worn.


    So, Chen Men decided not to change.


    "Let''s go, Yuanyuan, we''ll visit Teacher Huang''s house," Chen Men said, holding her daughter''s hand.


    Since she was wearing a new dress, she might as well go out for a stroll.


    Just as they reached the alley entrance, they saw a Harley motorcycle enter the alley with two police officers on it.


    It was Ma Bo and Wang Ding''an,ing to see Yan Zhao.


    Chen Men knew Wang Ding''an, and Wang Ding''an of course knew Chen Men, but Chen Men didn''t greet them and went to Teacher Huang''s house instead.


    Teacher Huang''s older son was called Xiaoxiang, but perhaps because of the unfortunate choice of name, the child had "flown away." So for the younger one, they simply named him Manchang. In Teacher Huang''s words, he didn''t expect him to be too smart; as long as the granary was full and he wouldn''t starve, that would be enough.


    He was now Chen Men''s project manager, responsible for cost estimation, project nning, and coordinating with the design team. Although he was also very busy, perhaps because of the joy of having a second child, he suddenly seemed to have be younger.


    His once salt-and-pepper hair was now miraculously beginning to turn ck again.


    Third Sister-inw Huang was on the kang bed, lulling Little Manchang to sleep, so Yuanyuan and Little Lang yed quietly, not daring to make a sound.


    After chatting quietly about work for a while, Teacher Huang suddenly tapped Men lightly: "Look quickly."


    Chen Men turned around and saw Yuanyuan holding Little Lang, who looked like a big gray wolf. Her holding posture, patting gesture, and soothing manner were exactly the same as Third Sister-inw''s. Little Lang was ying the role of a baby in Yuanyuan''s arms.


    Yuanyuan was wearing a green cotton sweater, while Little Lang was in a watermelon-red little vest. At first nce, the red and green,bined with the children''s naturally fair skin, created a strikingly adorable sight.


    Little Lang had already fallen asleep, and Yuanyuan, who had been a graceful, beautiful, and poised little white swan on stage this morning, now had her little mouth open, drooling, looking every bit like a little country girl holding her younger brother.


    "Let the children sleep here. You go home and rest first. I should be able to finish the budget for Dongfang Group soon," Teacher Huang closed his work notebook and said softly. "Now that we''ve hired more people, if you can''t keep up with the ounting, give some to me, and I''ll help you do it."


    Chen Men responded with a "okay" and gentlyid out the drowsy Yuanyuan. She ced Little Lang next to her and, due to the heat, took two pillowcases from Third Sister-inw Huang, draping one over each child''s stomach. She then tiptoed out of Third Sister-inw Huang''s house.


    It was now three in the afternoon. In June, people in the rural suburbs would sleep until five, so the streets werepletely empty, without a soul in sight.


    The vige market was silent, with only the small shop at the vige entrance continuously ying "Yellow Earth Hignds," repeatedly singing "Whether it''s the southeast wind or the northwest wind, it''s still my song, my song."


    Little Wang squatted in front of the shiny Harley Davidson motorcycle, chin resting on his hands, basking in the sun and asionally yawning.


    Chen Men then entered the house.


    In the heat, people from Shaanxi typically receive guests in the courtyard, under the western shade. A small charcoal stove slowly brews pot tea with red dates, goji berries, rock sugar, and a few longan fruits, to be sipped leisurely.


    Wang Ding''an stood up to shake hands: "Men, long time no see..."


    "Why does your waist look a bit hunched?" Chen Men asked, noticing him supporting his waist with one hand.


    Wang Ding''an shook his head with a bitter smile. Ma Bo chimed in, "Sister-inw probably doesn''t know, but he was kicked hard by his hooligan ex-wife. Since then, his back pain res up from time to time..." It was said that his male functions were inconsistent, but that wasn''t appropriate to mention in politepany.


    "Alright, alright, Ma Bo, let''s not talk about these things," Wang Ding''an quickly interjected.


    After all, his ex-wife Qi Songlu was a notorious female hooligan in Xiping City. Wang Ding''an''s mere presence, without saying a word, was enough to garner sympathy as a pitiful man.


    Ma Bo patted Wang Ding''an''s shoulder and nced at Yan Zhao: "We''re allrades here. I won''t say more, but I really sympathize with you, brother." He sympathized with Yan Zhao as well.


    Chen Men also grabbed a small stool and sat down beside them.


    Wang Ding''an was discussing hooligans with Yan Zhao.


    Hooligans were a major scourge in Xiping City. Although they didn''tmit major crimes, they harassed merchants, collected protection fees, smeared feces on shop doors, smashed doors and windows, and even extorted protection money from elementary school students. The amounts were small, 80 cents, 50 cents, or at most two or three yuan, not enough to warrant imprisonment, but it made society a mess.


    Wasn''t it the responsibility and duty of the police to find a way to deal with them?


    Wang Ding''an''s visit to Yan Zhao offered a new perspective. He imed to have evidence proving that the leader of the hooligans, the big boss, was Yan Xishan!


    Chen Men had just poured herself a cup of tea and was about to add some rock sugar when she almost burst outughing. Wang Ding''an himself had once been a hooligan and was formerly Yan Xishan''s most loyal friend and subordinate. He seemed to have switched sides rather quickly.


    He was now trying to convince Yan Zhao of this fact and even wanted Chen Men to agree.


    "The leader of the hooligans is definitely Xishan," Wang Ding''an lit a cigarette and looked at Chen Men seriously. "If Deputy Yan doesn''t believe me, he can ask Men. How did Yan Xishan get his coal mine? Fan Xiang helped him, right? And who is Hu Xiaohua, the one sentenced to prison? His mistress''s brother. Although Hu Xiaohua hasn''t been released yet, Yan Xishan has more than just Hu Xiaohua as his henchman... He''s started selling coal again recently, flush with cash. He must spend eight hundred to a thousand yuan at nightclubs every night. If he''s not supporting his underlings, who is?"


    Ma Bo poured tea for Yan Zhao and said, "Captain Yan, I also think the hooligan leader is Yan Xishan. Let''s arrest him again."


    "Is that what you think?" Yan Zhao epted the tea, blew away the foam, and took a sip.


    "Deputy Yan, let''s arrest him first, then bring out Hu Xiaohua for questioning. Hu Xiaohua will definitely testify for us," Wang Ding''an looked at Men and sighed. "Just for the suffering Men endured when she was with Yan Xishan, we must send Yan Xishan to prison this time."


    "So you think Fan Zhenhua is not a problem, and all the fault lies with Fan Xiang? That Fan Xiang supported Yan Xishan, who in turn supported the hooligans who are disturbing public order and causing trouble?" Yan Zhao asked Wang Ding''an and Ma Bo again.


    Ma Bo frowned, "It''s hard to say. After all, they''re father and son. I think Fan Zhenhua must not be clean either."


    Wang Ding''an also said, "We don''t know about that, but I firmly believe Yan Xishan is not clean. Sending him to prison is the trend of the times. We must put him away."


    Yan Zhao was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked Wang Ding''an, "Have you remarried?"


    Wang Ding''an nced at Ma Bo, who smiled and exined to Yan Zhao, "Ourrade Wang Ding''an is like you, Captain Yan. Both of you had unfortunate first marriages but very good second ones. His current wife, whom he married three years ago, is the daughter of our city''s former Bureau Chief Mi..."


    "He''s already retired. My father-inw is notparable to Old Yan. He retired long ago and is now just an old retiree," Wang Ding''an quickly waved his hand and said.


    There weren''t many military men in the city, so they were all consideredrades.


    Wang Ding''an''s current father-inw used to be a leader in the city''s Public Security Bureau, but he''s now retired.


    Because his first marriage ended rather scandalously, Wang Ding''an keeps a very low profile and rarely mentions this in public.


    Although Yan Zhao didn''t say anything, Chen Men thought to herself, no wonder Wang Ding''an''s promotions were as fast as a rocket. So his current father-inw used to be a leader in the city''s Public Security Bureau. Even a broken ship has three pounds of nails - even in retirement, a former police chief still has the power to support his son-inw.


    "Then let''s keep in touch," Yan Zhao stood up, shaking hands to see them off.


    Wang Ding''an grasped Yan Zhao''s hand in return: "It''s settled then. Whenever there''s a case involving hooligans, I''ll be there at a moment''s notice."


    As Yan Zhao was about to escort his guests out, Chen Men faintly smelled something foul outside. She stepped out first and saw Little Wang standing up from beside the motorcycle, holding a lighter in his hand.


    Just then, Wang Ding''an and Ma Bo came out.


    Chen Men asked Wang Ding''an, "Whose motorcycle is this? Wang Ding''an, is it yours?"


    "Yes, why?" Wang Ding''an asked.


    "I think I just saw a few young hooligans circling around your motorcycle. You''d better have it checked before riding," Men said.


    Wang Ding''an clearly had experience with this. Smelling the foul odor in the air, he shook his head and sighed, "These hooligans nowadays are really a headache. They can''t stand to see anything nice. If they pass by a motorcycle, they have to puncture the tires."


    He and Ma Bo pushed the motorcycle, said goodbye to Yan Zhao and his wife, and left Yanguan Vige.


    As they walked down the road, Ma Bo said to Wang Ding''an, "You''re really stupid. Your father-inw and Counselor Yan used to be oldrades, right? If Deputy Yan hadn''t asked, you wouldn''t have mentioned it to get closer to him? You had to wait for him to ask?"


    "Counselor Yan is a deputy ministerial-level leader, while my father-inw is just a retired old man. Counselor Yanes to Xiping City, gives a heads up to the provincial leaders, and Yan Zhao immediately gets promoted to deputy bureau chief. Those of us without connections can only slowly umte seniority. There''s nothing we can do about it. Who told us we don''t have backing?" Wang Ding''an said with a smile. "People like us are destined to work at the grassroots level until we''re old."


    Ma Bo felt that Wang Ding''an''s words were a bit off, but he couldn''t pinpoint exactly what was wrong.


    Although Counselor Yan would certainly put in a good word, Yan Zhao did have his own capabilities to qualify for the position of deputy bureau chief. But never mind, Ma Bo still had to go back to work overtime on a case. At the bus stop, he waved goodbye to Wang Ding''an.


    Back in Yanguan Vige.


    Seeing Yan Zhao dragging a hose to wash the courtyard, Chen Men walked over, following his footsteps with a bamboo broom to sweep the water: "Is the city''s big boss really Yan Xishan?"


    "What do you think? Does Xishan look like a big boss?" Yan Zhao asked in return.


    Yan Xishan started as a hooligan, and many of the things Hu Xiaohua did for him were hooligan-like behaviors. But having grown up poor and suffered, he always ordered Hu Xiaohua not to bully the poor or collect protection fees.


    Although Yan Zhao wouldn''t show it very obviously, Chen Men wasn''t stupid. He had always been jealous of Yan Xishan.


    Jealousy can make people blind.


    The fear was that Yan Xishan might not actually be the big boss, but everyone saying he was might cause Yan Zhao to waste unnecessary energy investigating this.


    Yan Zhao didn''t continue this topic, but instead asked Chen Men, "Did Xishan used to frequent nightclubs?"


    "Yan Xishan now goes to nightclubs every day, even more than before," said Chen Men.


    Yan Zhao, sweeping the courtyard, added, "I just heard Wang Ding''an say that when you were pregnant with Yuanyuan, Yan Xishan had no money. The chickens he gave you to eat were stolen by him and Wang Ding''an from various viges. Wang Ding''an also said that once when you were visiting your parents and had no new clothes to wear, Yan Xishan stole a woolen coat from the city at night, iming he bought it, so you could wear it to visit your parents."


    That was Yan Xishan - never missing a night at the clubs, dancing whenever he could.


    But even when he was having an affair with Hu Xiaomei, despiteining about Chen Men and her daughter, he never failed to provide what was needed. If she had been willing to have seven or eight daughters like other women, desperately trying for a son, Yan Xishan would have given her his heart.


    But even if he had a son, even if he gave you his heart, he would still go whoring and sleeping with other women all the same.


    Yan Zhao finished sweeping the ground and was about to leave. He turned back and said, "Xishan is definitely not the big crime boss, but we must investigate thoroughly who the real boss is this time. We''ll have a public trial and give a harsh sentence. Don''t worry about it. Since you''re wearing a new skirt, go out and enjoy yourself. Though I can''t afford very expensive clothes, I won''t steal clothes for you to wear either."


    This man was jealous of Yan Xishan again.


    Did Chen Men need men to steal clothes for her to wear?


    Besides, Wang Ding''an was digging up Yan Xishan''s dirt like he was extracting bezoars from a cow, wasn''t it just to make him jealous? How could such a smart man take the bait so easily?


    After Yan Zhao left, there was still something to deal with. Chen Men turned and pointed at Little Wang''s nose. The little fellow thought Chen Men found him dirty and was about to run to the tap to rinse off.


    Just as he was about to run, Chen Men pulled him back.


    "Yan Xiaowang, did you do something bad just now?"


    "No, Mom, I didn''t. I didn''t do anything," Little Wang looked bewildered.


    Chen Men grabbed his hands from behind his back. Both little hands were ck and had some rubber residue on them. She looked up and stared sternly at Little Wang.


    Little Wang still looked innocent: "Mom, what''s wrong?"


    "You just cut the brake line on Wang Ding''an''s motorcycle, didn''t you?" Chen Men pointed at the child''s nose.


    Little Wang didn''t deny it: "Yes, but Mom, when people don''t like someone, they can cut their brake lines. Even the police can do this. My original mom said there''s nothing wrong with it. If something happens, it''s their own bad luck."


    Chen Men''s hand shot up. This was the first time in the year since bing a stepmother that she truly got angry and wanted to hit the child.


    Recently, a group of thugs had cut all the ropes at Chen Men''s construction site into knots, punctured her tricycle''s tires, and stuck thumbtacks on the tricycle seat.


    Chen Men had seen too many of the nasty tricks thugs used.


    Just now, she had been watching Little Wang crouching outside alone. At that time, he was actually cutting the brake line on Wang Ding''an''s motorcycle.


    Both motorcycles and tricycles have brake lines, and nowadays the brake lines don''t have any other protection, with the rubber tubing exposed on the outside.


    But ordinary people wouldn''t cut someone else''s brake lines, because cutting the brakes could very likely cause the motorcycle to be unable to stop, resulting in a traffic ident. What if the ident caused someone''s death?


    Even thugs generally wouldn''t dare to do this.


    The moment she saw Little Wang cutting the brake line, Chen Men wanted to beat the child and shout out what had happened.


    But the words stopped at her lips, and she even chose not to tell Yan Zhao.


    Because she realized that Little Wang seemedpletely unaware that cutting the brake line could cost two people their lives.


    Look at him now, biting his lip, looking innocent, as if he had no idea he had done anything wrong.


    Everything has its cause and effect.


    Wang Ding''an had been working as a police officer in Jinxi District for a long time. Even if he was an excellent officer, Chen Men knew his background. Before bing a policeman, he had been a thug for a while and was once a troublesome hooligan in the city. Little Wang had lived in Jinxi District when he was younger.


    Could it be that Wang Ding''an had bullied Little Wang before, and that incident was rted to Zhou Xueqin? Was that why Little Wang chose not to tell Yan Zhao and decided to cut Wang Ding''an''s brake line to get back at him?


    Chen Men''s hand was raised, her face pale with anger, clearly about to hit someone.


    If it were Lu Dabao and Lu Erniu, they would surely be crying and shouting for their father to save them. If it were Yuanyuan, she would throw herself at Chen Men, letting her hit her to vent her anger.


    But Little Wang just stood there motionless. He didn''t dodge or run away. He probably realized she was angry, his eyes full of fear.


    "Come here," Chen Men ordered.


    She had to beat this child today.


    "No," Little Wang said softly.


    "Come here right now," Chen Men reached out to grab the child.


    "No, Mom is clean, Little Wang''s hands are dirty. Mom is wearing a skirt, I don''t want to get Mom dirty," Little Wang said, pouting, still holding out his hands.


    Chen Men pulled him in front of her. The little fellow held out his hands, trying hard not to let his handprints get on her skirt.


    Chen Men knelt down and asked the child, "Do you know what a mother is?"


    Little Wang nodded and shook his head. The definition of "mother" was very broad but also narrow. For a moment, he really couldn''t define it.


    "A mother is someone a child can tell any secret to, and it doesn''t matter," Chen Men squatted down. "Now tell Mom, did that police officer Wang Ding''an ever bully you? Mom will definitely keep it a secret, okay?"


    There must be something that Little Wang didn''t want to say for Zhou Xueqin''s sake.


    And that incident must be rted to Wang Ding''an.

 Chapter 72

    "Captain Yan, what do you want for dinner tonight?" Chen Men turned to ask Yan Zhao.


    Yan Zhao blurted out: "Pulled noodles." For men from Shaanxi, they could eat oil-sshed noodles three meals a day for a lifetime without getting tired of it.


    Chen Men needed to get Yan Zhao out of the way to talk to Little Wang: "Go to the kindergarten, there''s a shop in the alley there that makes really good liangpi (cold skin noodles), we want to eat that."


    In the heat of summer, people from Shaanxi huddled in this furnace of a city, relying on ice-cold liangpi, luo (mung bean jelly noodles), and chilled honey rice dumplings to survive the evenings.


    Yan Zhao turned to leave, but Chen Men added: "Oh, and go to the alley behind the elementary school too. The rice noodles and hand-pulled noodles there are delicious."


    Even with his good nature, Yan Zhao couldn''t help but say: "Can''t we just buy from one ce?"


    "The ce behind the school has ck rice noodles, which taste better than the white ones. Hurry up, I''ll make you all some sanhe when you get back," said Chen Men.


    Hand-pulled noodles were the firmest, liangpi was softer, and ck rice noodles were tender and chewy. Mixing these three together, Chen Men would add her own seasoning - heavy on vinegar and chili oil, with plenty of shredded cucumber and bean sprouts. It was the perfect refreshing meal for a hot day.


    She also needed to find time to make some guokui tbread. Recently, all the street-front shops had been raising their rent, and the best guokui shop at the vige entrance had moved away because they couldn''t afford it. But guokui and liangpi were the perfectbination, so if she wanted to enjoy this, she''d have to make it herself.


    The dough had already been prepared earlier. Yan Zhao had added the lye and kneaded it thoroughly. Chen Men just needed to cook it.


    She deliberately had Little Wang watch the pan while she prepared the spicy chili oil.


    The oil they used at home was rapeseed oil that Zhou Qiaofang had brought from their hometown. Yan Zhao had taken the seeds to the old mill to be roasted and pressed. People''s hearts were slowly bing moreplex these days - store-bought oils were always adulterated with various things. Only oil pressed under your own watchful eye would have the right aroma and vor.


    As the hot oil was poured over the red chili kes, a fragrant aroma filled the air. On the t griddle, small guokui turned golden brown on both sides, cooking in the blink of an eye.


    "Ah, it smells so good," Little Wang couldn''t resist. He jumped over, wanting to add some chili oil to a hot guokui.


    But Chen Men quickly grabbed the chili oil jar and pointed her finger at Little Wang''s nose: "Cutting brake lines could have killed Wang Ding''an. Your Uncle Ma Bo also rides that motorcycle. Didn''t you think about what would happen if the brakes failed and your Uncle Ma Bo lost his life too?"


    "I''m sorry, Mom," Little Wang said softly, beginning to realize the severity of the situation.


    Children are like this - you call them little angels, and they truly are. Head bowed, big eyes blinking, both eyes pleading for your forgiveness. But he had also nearly be a little devil. Two grown men, two lives - if the motorcycle''s brakes had failed and they''d hit a dump truck, they would have gone to meet the King of Hell in an instant.


    "Tell me about how you originally knew Wang Ding''an. I promise I''ll just listen and won''t tell anyone else, okay?" Chen Men said, raising one hand.


    Little Wang thought for a moment, then said: "Wang Ding''an used to cut other people''s brake lines too."


    Chen Men understoodpletely, and opened up to Little Wang: "I know. And I''ll tell you a little secret - he used to be good friends with Yuanyuan''s dad, but now he''s trying to harm Yuanyuan''s dad. So I know even better than you that he''s a bad police officer."


    Little Wang''s eyes grew wide as he watched Chen Men spread chili oil on his tbread. He quickly said, "Put on some more!"


    "Too much will upset your stomach. You need to eat less," Chen Men said.


    Little Wang was used to eating spicy food from a young age. He added two more spoonfuls of chili oil himself, covering both sides of the guokui so that the red oil soaked all the way through.


    "My original mom used to be friends with Wang Ding''an, but not that kind of friend," Little Wang said first.


    This meant they were normal friends, not the kind who would go out together at night to stay at guesthouses.


    No wonder Wang Ding''an dared toe to Yanguan Vige openly to find Yan Zhao. He had only hung out with Zhou Xueqin, but hadn''t made Yan Zhao a cuckold.


    Little Wang continued: "I learned how to cut brake lines from those people."


    "Why''s that?" Chen Men asked.


    The story was a bitplicated. Wang Ding''an and Zhou Xueqin were drinking buddies - they''d met before and danced together, but weren''t very close. After Wang Ding''an joined the police force, he cut ties with all his former hooligan friends.


    After he divorced Qi Songlu, he was set up on a blind date with a woman through his work superiors.


    They had a very low-key wedding. Very few people knew which unit the woman worked in or who her parents were.


    But one day, by chance, Zhou Xueqin ran into Wang Ding''an at the entrance of a vegetable market. She saw him shopping with a woman, and that woman turned out to be Yan Wei''s wife, Mi Lan''s cousin.


    Mi Lan''s second uncle was the retired old leader of the city police department, Director Mi.


    Wang Ding''an had married Director Mi''s daughter, Mi Lan''s cousin. It was all connected through rtives.


    Had Wang Ding''an ever said anything bad about her to Mi Lan and Yan Wei?


    They used to hang out together, but after Wang Ding''an cleaned up his act, he pretended not to know them. Since they were rtives now, why didn''t he say anything? Why keep it a secret? Wasn''t that suspicious?


    Zhou Xueqin already had a bad temper and was prone to outbursts. At the time, she confronted Wang Ding''an and they got into an argument.


    She cursed Wang Ding''an as a despicable, shameless person.


    A few dayster, Zhou Xueqin needed to go out. Little Wang''s uncle happened to have a motorcycle at the time, so he took Little Wang and Zhou Xueqin out together. But halfway there, they discovered the brakes weren''t working - someone had cut the brake line.


    Although Zhou Xueqin usually looked down on Little Wang, in that critical moment when the motorcycle crashed, maternal instinct took over. She stretched out a leg to shield Little Wang, preventing him from being crushed by the motorcycle.


    "It must have been Wang Ding''an who did it. All crows are equally ck. That son of a bitch Wang Ding''an, those bastard police, this world has gone to hell," Zhou Xueqin cursed angrily afterwards.


    But what else could she do? If she made too much of a fuss, Wang Ding''an might get angry and have his wife expose all her dirty secrets in the capital. Then she wouldn''t be able to borrow money from Yan Peiheng anymore, would she?


    Criminals preying on criminals - Zhou Xueqin had been set up like this.


    Wang Ding''an used to be a beat cop, often patrolling the streets.


    After hearing what Zhou Xueqin said, Little Wang started paying attention. Although he never saw Wang Ding''an cut anyone''s brake lines himself, he did see some thugs cutting motorcycle brake lines while he was out selling cassette tapes.


    Those guys would always greet Wang Ding''an and offer him cigarettes when they saw him.


    It was the most chaotic era, and Little Wang lived in an urban vige that was chaotic to the extreme. Running around outside from a young age, he had seen all walks of life and all kinds of things in this vast world.


    Moreover, when Wang Ding''an came, Yan Zhao was quite polite to him. Adults had never taught him how to discern right from wrong.


    In his mind, even the police could cut someone''s brake lines if they didn''t like them. He didn''t like Wang Ding''an, so he cut his brake lines. He didn''t think it was wrong.


    Chen Men was still watching him.


    Little Wang suddenly cried out, "Mama, it''s so spicy!"


    "Quick, open your mouth, I''ll blow on it for you," Chen Men said. She reached behind her back to scoop up adle of water and handed it to Little Wang. "Hurry and drink some cold water, rinse out your mouth. That''s what you get for adding so much chili oil."


    Little Wang took a big bite of the tbread and started backing out of the kitchen: "You can''t tell my dad, okay?" He was just pretending, trying to tease Chen Men.


    But after the child had only backed up two steps, he bumped into Yan Zhao.


    "What can''t you tell me?" Yan Zhao asked.


    Little Wang bit his lip and looked at Chen Men.


    "It''s nothing. Little Wang, go call the two kids from Teacher Huang''s house. Tell them not to sleep ande home for dinner," Chen Men said as she took the stuffed liangpi Yan Zhao had brought back.


    There were no stic bags yet. People used mesh bags to buy fruit, strung fish directly on grass ropes, and wrapped meat in oiled paper. Everyone brought bamboo baskets when they went out to buy groceries, no matter what they were buying. Yan Zhao had gone to get the liangpi carrying a bamboo basket.


    In the basket were tworge ceramic bowls, one ck and one white, filled with quivering, chilled liangpi.


    Chen Men disliked the future''s takeout food, packaged in all sorts of stic trays and boxes that smelled unpleasant and didn''t taste as good. Even future liangpi had too many additives and didn''t taste as good as now.


    Liangpi, rice noodles, ck rice noodles - these snacks always needed to be served in coarse ceramic bowls to whet one''s appetite.


    The cucumbers were already washed. Yan Zhao washed his hands first, then picked up the kitchen knife and twirled it with a flourish. You could only see the knife moving gradually in his hand. When his big palm swept across, the two cucumbers had already been julienned into fine, distinct strips.


    Sprinkled with bean sprouts and vinegar, then drizzled with chili oil on top, a mouthful of soft and smooth noodle skin paired with a freshly baked, crispy oil pancake that crumbles at the touch - sitting around in the courtyard to eat, with the evening breeze blowing on a hot summer day. This kind offort, Chen Men had never experienced even after moving into a viter in life.


    Based on what Little Wang had just told her, Chen Men vaguely felt that even if Wang Ding''an wasn''t the leader of a gang, he definitely had connections with thugs. Cutting someone''s brake lines was tantamount to murder and arson.


    Of course, although she promised not to say anything, after finishing dinner, taking a shower and getting into bed, she spilled everything Little Wang had told her to Yan Zhao.


    At first, Yan Zhao listened calmly, even grunting while examining Chen Men''s breasts. But when he heard that Little Wang had actually cut Wang Ding''an''s motorcycle brake lines, he suddenly pinched her so hard that she arched like a carp: "Ouch!"


    "You said earlier that someone had tampered with Wang Ding''an''s motorcycle. It was Little Wang who did it?" Yan Zhao asked.


    A child might not realize the danger, but even thugs wouldn''t easily cut someone''s brake lines unless there was a blood feud.


    Although China is a big country with arge poption, the homicide rate has been declining since liberation. This is because as long as no one dies, the police don''t pay much attention to many things. But murder cases are pursued regardless of time limits and must be held ountable.


    Causing death by cutting brake lines is a criminal offense punishable by imprisonment.


    Little Wang was his son, just 8 years old this year. Yan Zhao considered himself an upright police officer who even dared to defy his own father. How could the son he raised dare to cut someone''s brake lines at just 8 years old?


    If he grew up like this, wouldn''t he be capable of murder and arson?


    "What are you going to do?" Chen Men grabbed Yan Zhao, but his skin was too smooth and she couldn''t hold on, so she grabbed his underwear instead.


    The underwear was bought by Chen Menst year. He washed it every day and had a strong grip, so it was quite worn. There was a ripping sound, and it actually tore. But she didn''t let go, and the underwear slowly split into two pieces in her hand. If it weren''t for the crotch part still hanging on, the underwear would have flown right off.


    Chen Men found it both funny and frightening, but she still wouldn''t let Yan Zhao leave.


    Before Yan Zhao could say anything, Chen Men quickly said: "You can educate the child if you want, but we must deal with this privately. You can''t go to Little Wang and betray me."


    She had promised Little Wang that she wouldn''t tell Yan Zhao about their conversation. If he went to talk to the child now, wouldn''t that be betraying her?


    It was June now. Zhou Xueqin was said to have found a new business opportunity in the south, selling pagers to the north. They could make a profit of 500 yuan per pager sold from south to north, which was considered an extremely high profit margin at that time. Of course, they would live on trains, eating instant noodles and sausages, squeezing into hard seats, and possibly not being able to take a shower for days, while constantly having to be on guard against being stabbed.


    But after two months of trading, they had already made a sum of money. Then they sold the house they bought in Xiping City and took Lu Dabao away too, saying they wanted to send him to a boarding school in the capital to study, just like their daughter.


    Chen Men, as a stepmother, didn''t think she could be as good as Zhou Xueqin. But it took her a full six months before Little Wang was willing to call her "Mom" and confide in her about his former mother. What the child gave her was not just trust, but also his dignity.


    If she betrayed Little Wang, she would be betraying not just his trust, but also stripping away all his dignity in front of his father.


    Chen Men had pulled off Yan Zhao''s underwear. After a long pause, he said, "Let go, I need to go to the bathroom."


    He was making such a big fuss just to go to the bathroom?


    This was the first time Chen Men had seen a man''s body with the lights on. She quickly covered her eyes with her hands.


    Yan Zhao couldn''t help butugh a little as he went out to the bathroom and then came back to lie down.


    After a long silence, his eyes bright, he suddenly said with a half-smile: "You really like Little Wang and Little Wolf, don''t you? Not just because they''re my children and I''m your husband, and I''m diligent enough at home?"


    This man had too high an opinion of himself. He might be diligent when he was at home, but when he wasn''t, didn''t she do all the work?


    Moreover, did Chen Men really like Little Wang and Little Wolf? Not really. Even if Yuanyuan smelled, she would still find her scent sweet. But if Little Wang and Little Wolf smelled, she would feel disgusted in her heart.


    Chen Men pursed her lips and told the truth: "I''m a stepmother. Don''t expect me to be too good to your sons. In my heart, Yuanyuan will always be more important. To be honest, if it weren''t for Yan Xing, would you have married me? Would you genuinely care for Yuanyuan?"


    Yan Zhao suddenly sat up, looking at Chen Men with surprise, as if he was seeing her for the first time.


    Chen Men was afraid of this man, so she said no more and covered herself with the nket to sleep.


    With a swoosh, Yan Zhao pulled off the nket.


    Chen Men wasn''t one to back down either. She snorted coldly and covered herself with the nket again.


    After a while, she felt stifled and just as she poked her head out from under the nket, she saw that Yan Zhao was still staring at her with an unhappy expression.


    Next time, she would definitely try to give this dog of a man a good beating.


    With a click, Chen Men turned off the light. She didn''t want to see this dog of a man''s handsome but punch-worthy face.


    But to be honest, with Yuanyuan as aparison, it made the Wang brothers seem even more pitiful, even more so than Yuanyuan in her previous life.


    Yan Zhao married her because he liked Yuanyuan, and he managed to treat all three children fairly only because of the deceased Yan Xing. He had always beenpensating for Yan Xing through his love for Yuanyuan.


    But Chen Men couldn''t do that. She could only try her best not to be like Lu Jingyu, who had a venomous heart behind a smiling face, and strive to keep them from going astray.


    Little Wang''s values were seriously problematic, and this was something Yan Zhao needed to find a way to resolve. He needed to make the child understand the principles of right and wrong.


    This smug dog of a man was probably shocked by his son''s capability for such vicious acts at such a young age. He didn''t say anything more. By the way, tonight''s homework wasn''t collected, and he even took apart the bed to sleep separately.


    Early the next morning, he left for work.


    Chen Men still had to go see Qi Songlu again to finalize hering to work at herpany.


    "That''s fine, but you need to find me a ce to live," said Qi Songlu. "Don''t worry, as long as you dare to employ me, 200 yuan a month is enough. I''ll be responsible for all your finances - ounting, taxes, payroll. I''ll keep an eye on Yan Xishan for you."


    This was more like it. The unbreakable Qi Songlu, who could kick a man to the curb, was practically Chen Men''s idol.


    After returning from the wholesale market, Chen Men still had to find a ce for Qi Songlu to live. This ce had to be in Yanguan Vige, so it would be convenient for her to withdraw and use money, but not at her own home. Although there were empty rooms at home, Qi Songlu was unmarried and not that old, and Yan Zhao liked to walk around naked at night, which would be too inconvenient.


    It would be best to find a room for Qi Songlu from someone else''s house in the vige.


    The relocation of Yanguan Vige had been discussed since 1992, but the overall relocation wouldn''t happen until 1998.


    Before that, there was an unwritten rule in the vige that households wouldn''t rent rooms to unemployed troublemakers or to hostesses working in hair salons. If any family brought in a man or woman who didn''t have a proper job, Yan Xiong and Yan Yong, the old leaders, would first have a talk with that family and ask them to send the person away.


    This was no small matter. Yanguan Vige was clean, bright, and on the edge of the city. For many years, there hadn''t been any messy incidents, all thanks to the strong leadership of the vige leaders. Even the vige troublemakers didn''t dare cause trouble in the vige.


    Qi Songlu was a well-known female hooligan in the whole city. If they were to rent her a room, they were afraid Yan Yong and Yan Xiong wouldn''t agree.


    So Chen Men had to talk to Yan Xiong first.


    "Oh, Men, our female contractor?" Yan Xiong saw Mene in, carrying arge watermelon, and quickly reached out to take it. "Why bring a watermelon to me instead of letting the kids eat it?"


    Chen Men then exined Qi Songlu''s situation to Yan Xiong. Yes, she was a female hooligan, but time reveals a person''s true nature. She hoped Yan Xiong would give her face and also give Qi Songlu some time to prove herself.


    Sister-inw Mao cut open the watermelon and first handed a slice to Chen Men. "I''ve heard of this name, but I trust Men. If Men says she''s not bad, then she must not be bad."


    Yan Xiong hesitated for a moment. "Men, it''s not good to break the rules. I''m afraid the neighbors will talk about you."


    "Time will tell, and people''s true nature will be revealed over time. I''m not afraid of people talking for a while. Given enough time, everyone will understand," Chen Men said.


    Yan Xiong nodded readily: "Alright then, I''ll do it for your sake."


    Chen Men felt genuinelyfortable living in such a nice vige where people had a sense ofmunity. It was a pity that urbanization was progressing so quickly - even if the whole vige was relocated, people would scatter in different directions.


    Since Yan Xiong had agreed, she would ask around the vige to see who had an empty room, and rent a good one for Qi Songlu to live in.


    As soon as she entered the house, someone was on the phone.


    Chen Men picked up the call: "This is Chen Men."


    It was Cui Min, the wife of Leader Liu from Dongfang Factory. Chen Men had nned to visit her yesterday but cancelled, and now she was calling again today.


    "Oh my, Comrade Men, I''m so sorry. I need to take an extended leave soon, and my sister is also being transferred to a new post. We might not have time to help you with work matters. Could youe over to our ce today and bring those 1000 shares of Shenzhen Development Bank stock? I''ll give you 8,200 yuan for them. I know you work hard on construction projects to earn money. I heard Yan Xishan is about to be arrested soon, so you''d better keep some money to smooth things over. After all, Yan Xishan is your daughter''s biological father," Cui Min said apologetically over the phone.


    The rtionship that had been established with just 8,000 yuan seemed to have reverted to pre-liberation times overnight.


    If Chen Men hadn''t heard Little Wang mention yesterday that Wang Ding''an''s father-inw was rted to Mi Lan''s family, she would have beenpletely bewildered by Cui Min''s words.


    But what a coincidence - Wang Ding''an probably never imagined that cutting those brake lines, such a small incident, would be remembered by a child until now, and that she would even tell Chen Men about it.


    When Zhou Xueqin was in the capital, her rtionship with Yan Peiheng had be very tense. How could she possibly get along well with Mi Lan and her mother?


    Moreover, regarding the full 300,000 yuan - to think cynically, although Su Wen said it was meant for Little Wang alone, Yan Wei and Yan Zhao were brothers. How could Yan Wei be happy about this?


    It was clear that even before Yan Xishan was arrested, Wang Ding''an had already had his father-inw inform Yan Wei and his wife.


    Neighborhood gossip had traveled from the capital, changing along the way, before reaching Cui Min''s ears.


    If Yan Xishan was truly identified as a gang leader, both Chen Men and Yan Zhao would be affected. With a tarnished reputation, people like Cui Min who maintained a clean image wouldn''t associate much with their family anymore.


    "Sister Cui, you must be joking. Yan Xishan runs a legitimate business. The safety record of Xishan Company is number one in the province. How could he possibly be a gang leader or be arrested? By the way, I heard my second sister-inw in the capital is trading stocks. Do you know about that, Sister Cui? How is she doing with it?" Chen Men exined, then immediately followed up with a question.


    "You mean Mi Lan? Yes, she is trading stocks. She even tried to get me involved, but I work in finance and I''m cautious by nature. I don''t dare to try stock trading easily, so I refused her offer," Cui Min said.


    Holding the receiver, Chen Men said slowly and deliberately: "I don''t trade stocks either. I live an honest life and never do anything illegal. I''ve never sought to get rich overnight."


    Having money doesn''t necessarily mean wanting to get rich quickly. Cui Min had spent a thousand yuan on stocks, which became a burden weighing on her mind. This proved she was definitely not someone hoping to get rich overnight.


    The rtionship between people doesn''t depend on how long they''ve known each other, but on whether their values align.


    "I''m the same way, Men. How about this - tomorrow''s the weekend, why don''t youe over to my ce as a guest? We can have a good chat," Cui Min said, hesitating slightly. "Actually, Mi Lan and I weren''t very close when we were young. Her mother and mine didn''t see eye to eye either. When Yan Zhao''s ex-wife was in the capital, things got quite heated with his second brother''s family. Come over, and I''ll tell you all about it."

 Chapter 73

    Chen Men received an early call from Yan Zhao tonight, telling her not to cook at home as he wanted to take the children out for a meal.


    Dad treating them to dinner, and a big one at that?


    After picking up the kids, Chen Men borrowed a tricycle from Yan Bin. She hurried the children to finish their homework, and they all waited at home with excitement.


    It was already 8 PM when Yan Zhao returned, and everyone''s stomachs were growling with hunger.


    Little Wang was the quickest, leaping into the tricycle with one stride. Of course, at this point, he had no idea that his father''s n for dinner was not just about eating, but also to teach a lesson to this little troublemaker who dared to cut someone else''s brake lines.


    The evening breeze was gentle, and the streets were full of vendors pushing carts selling rice noodles, cassette tapes, and the mostmon sight was video halls. Their doors were tightly shut, but speakers hung outside, ring the "hiya" and "haha" sounds of kung fu movies.


    People who couldn''t afford to watch the videos gathered around the speakers, listening intently to the sounds and trying to guess what was happening in the movie.


    "Are we going into town for dinner?" Chen Men asked Yan Zhao, noticing that the tricycle was heading into the city.


    Yan Zhao didn''t have much money, could someone be treating them?


    Instead, Yan Zhao said, "During the 1983 crackdown, only three female hooligans were caught nationwide, and one of them was from our Xiping City."


    Chen Men knew this, which was why she felt Qi Songlu was wrongly used.


    "Our city''s Public Security Bureau gained national recognition because of this," Yan Zhao still looked displeased, continuing to talk about work in a disjointed manner.


    Chen Men didn''t feel she had offended this dog of a man, why had he been so grumpy these past few days?


    The tricycle bounced along, with Yuanyuan and Little Wang whispering about something. When Little Lang tried to join in, Little Wang pushed him away.


    The little one took out his wool wallet, counting with Yuanyuan until they reached 400 yuan. Seeing Yuanyuan''s rosy apple cheeks smiling at him, he suddenly felt a twitch in his hand and flicked her forehead with a loud snap.


    Before Yuanyuan could get angry, Little Lang, always protective of his sister, grabbed Little Wang''s face and blew a big spit bubble on his brother''s cheek.


    As Little Wang moved to retaliate against his brother, Yuanyuan stepped in to protect him. The three children tumbled about in the cart, fighting.


    "Stop fighting now. Little Lang,e here, mommy will hold you," To end the conflict, Chen Men pulled Little Lang to her side.


    The two older ones huddled together, whispering mysteriously about something, asionally ncing at Chen Men andughing happily. Little Lang was upset and tugged at Chen Men, tattling, "Mommy, control big brother and big sister. They won''t y with me and they''re always bullying me."


    The two older ones had formed their own clique, excluding Little Lang, which made him very angry.


    "Let''s not y with them either, we''ll y by ourselves," Chen Men held out her hands. "Shall we p hands together?"


    "No," Little Lang pouted, nestling in Chen Men''s arms, still quietly watching hisughing brother and sister. Why did they look so happy? It was infuriating.


    Yan Zhao drove the tricycle to the busiest and most prosperous area of the city, stopping in front of the department store.


    Then the family walked to a small alley behind the department store, where there was arge food stall. There were vendors selling grilledmb skewers and draft beer sold by the cup. Many locals were drinking beer from their own enamel mugs and eating grilled meat.


    As they walked, Little Wang noticed a table with several people and suddenly became excited: "Uncle Ma, Uncle Xiong?"


    Ma Bo stood up smiling: "Deputy Yan, you really brought your wife and kids?"


    Xiong Xiangdang was also there and quickly stood up: "Hello, sister-inw."


    "Sit down, we''re having barbecue skewers today," said Yan Zhao.


    Chen Men''s memories of this era were a bit fuzzy, but seeing people in the distance setting up televisions and DVDs, she became curious: "Is that an open-air karaoke?"


    Sure enough, an old man picked up the microphone, tested it with a couple of "hello"s, and announced loudly: "In response to the national initiative, we need to vigorously promote spiritual civilization. Karaoke is the trendiest form of spiritual civilization. It''s 50 cents per song, anyone who wants to sing, sign up."


    Immediately, someone stood up holding 50 cents: "I''ll sing one for everyone, please give me a round of apuse."


    As the music started, some people whistled while others pped. Little Wang suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his scalp and shouted: "Mom, it''s ''My Future is Not a Dream''! It''s Zhang Yusheng''s song, my favorite!"


    The TV was also ying the music video, showing Zhang Yusheng running, ying guitar, and singing.


    This was the first time Little Wang had ever seen a music video. He was stunned, his jaw nearly dropping. His eyes were fixed on the TV screen, unblinking. If there was ever a moment of being on cloud nine, this was it.


    "Mom, mom..." Yuanyuan was also at a loss for words, suddenly screaming, "Ah, mom, the next song is ''Love Song 1990''!"


    Only Little Lang noticed that Uncle Maimaiti, the barbecue vendor, was picking his nose with one hand while arranging the grilledmb on the table with the other. He immediately grabbed a skewer and started eating.


    Since Yan Zhao had seemed a bit gloomy all the way, Chen Men decided to have a deeper conversation with him.


    Although his sry was low, this man worked harder than an ox at home. If Little Wang was like Yuanyuan from her past life, then Yan Zhao''s diligence at home wasparable to her own in her previous life.


    Chen Men wasn''t Lu Jingyu, she wasn''t so heartless. In a second marriage, when it was time to show goodwill to your partner, you had to do so. So she asked quietly, "Are you angry with me?"


    "Do you really think I married you just because Yuanyuan looks like Yan Xing?" Yan Zhao asked in return.


    "Isn''t that the reason?" Chen Men was astonished. If not for Yuanyuan, why would he have married her?


    Seeing Yan Zhao staring at her, Chen Men quickly said, "I don''t mind, not at all. I think things are great as they are now."


    Yan Zhao continued to look at Chen Men, his fingers tapping on the table. Just as he was about to say something, Ma Bo came over with a toast, saying, "Sister-inw, my rtionship with Wang Ding''an is actually just average, we''re not close friends, and I don''t have any issues with Brother Xishan..."


    "Ma Bo, sit down. We''re here on a mission," Yan Zhao said coldly.


    Ma Bo and Xiong Xiangdang exchanged a smile: "Yes, yes, Director Yan is right."


    "It''s Deputy Director Yan," Yan Zhao corrected.


    With his bad temper and attitude, it''s a wonder he hasn''t been beaten to death. It''s really thanks to his strong abilities.


    Chen Men looked around and noticed that the young men eating barbecue here all looked quite young and familiar. Upon closer inspection, she realized that most of them were young officers from the Jindong Branch Bureau, Yan Zhao''srades who hade back from the frontlines. Despite their youth, they had eaten porcupines and drunk horse urine in Vietnam, each with glorious battle achievements, with the lowest ranked beingpany-level officers.


    Right, the department store was under the jurisdiction of the Jinxi Branch Bureau. If Chen Men remembered correctly, this area behind the department store had always been controlled by the city''s gangsters, who collected protection fees.


    In her past life, she had heard that several notorious gang leaders in the city had always been active in this area.


    "You''re here to catch gangsters today, aren''t you?" Chen Men felt she understood now. Yan Zhao''s bad mood was because he was on a mission to catch gangsters.


    Yan Zhao nodded and said, "Recently, a legally operated barbecue stall opened in this area. It doesn''t involve prostitution, drugs, or gambling, but some gangsters keeping to cause trouble and wreck the ce. This is Jinxi Branch Bureau''s territory, under Wang Ding''an''s management."


    No wonder Ma Bo specifically said he wasn''t close to Wang Ding''an. The Jindong Branch Bureau was really efficient; she had only mentioned itst night, and today Yan Zhao was already leading his subordinates to catch people.


    However, because it was Wang Ding''an''s territory, they came in in clothes.


    "Why isn''t Yuanyuan eating?" Yan Zhao said, "Dad''s paying today, have some?" Today''s barbecue expenses were fully reimbursed by the bureau.


    Yuanyuan tried a bite ofmb, but immediately spit it into her hand, then took out a tissue from her schoolbag to wrap it up and threw it in the trash: "Spicy!"


    "What do you know? This round thing tastes really good," Little Wang was eating with both hands, and asked Ma Bo, "Uncle, what is this? It''s so delicious."


    "Lamb testicles," Ma Bo said.


    Xiong Xiangdang suddenly pped the table and burst outughing: "Little Wang, your dad doesn''t need that kind of nourishment. Have another one."


    Yan Zhao red, and Xiong Xiangdang immediately shut his mouth.


    Looking at the table, how had the twenty skewers of meat that were just served disappeared so quickly? In front of Little Lang was a stack of empty skewers, as he contentedly chewed, the little guy could really eat a lot.


    Barbecue, beer, outdoor karaoke - one song after another. The adults chatted while the children huddled together, greedily listening to the off-key singing and watching music videos they''d never seen on TV before.


    During this time, an incident urred. A hooligan whistled at a girl at the next table. An inclothes police officer punched the hooligan and kicked him away. Shortly after, the hooligan returned with two more troublemakers, only to be beaten off again by the same officer.


    Around 11 pm, a inclothes officer came over and said something to Yan Zhao, who then stood up and said, "Little Wang,e with us to the bathroom."


    Ma Bo and Xiong Xiangdang started to get up, but Yan Zhao stopped them with a look, taking only Little Wang with him.


    Little Wang followed his father into a back alley. He really did need to pee, so he started undoing his pants as they walked. He was nning to show off by peeing while walking when suddenly his father stopped and turned Little Wang''s face towards a dark corner.


    At first, Little Wang couldn''t make anything out, but as his eyes adjusted, he was startled to see a person - a police officer no less - crouching by a motorcycle. Suddenly a lighter red, and the officer was cutting the brake line, burning the rubber, and snipping the copper wire.


    Little Wang had seen this before - some police officers would cut people''s brake lines. He was about to mention this to his father.


    Yan Zhao patted his son''s shoulder and slowly walked over, standing with folded arms above the officer''s head. After a long moment, he suddenly spoke: "What are you doing?"


    "Can''t you see? I''m cutting the brake line," the officer actually replied.


    "Cutting brake lines is attempted murder. Are you trying to kill someone?" Yan Zhao countered.


    The officer got up and ran.


    In the dark alley, the officer had barely taken a step when Yan Zhao''s hand grabbed the back of his shirt.


    The man threw a punch, but Yan Zhao caught his wrist and twisted it, making it crackle.


    With muffled grunts, Yan Zhao dealt out blows while the other man could only take the beating.


    "Please, sir, have mercy. I''m a police officer," the man finally begged.


    Yan Zhao scoffed, "Cutting brake lines is attempted murder. Even minors would be sent to juvenile detention for this. You''re a police officer - don''t you know this would be referred to the prosecutor''s office for a death sentence, public trial, and execution?"


    "Sir, please!"


    "Call for the police, you disgrace tow enforcement!" Yan Zhao growled. There was a click as he handcuffed the man to the wall. Yan Zhao turned to Little Wang: "Stay here and think about what you''ve done. I''ll deal with you after I finish dinner with my son."


    Of course, this was likely all an act put on for Little Wang''s benefit. Once Yan Zhao left, the officer would probably use his own key to unlock the handcuffs.


    But Little Wang didn''t know that. He no longer even felt the need to pee. Suddenly he felt light on his feet, tugging his father''s hand and bouncing as he said, "Dad, I''ll tell you a secret. Remember Officer Wang Ding''an who came to our house yesterday? He''s cut someone''s brake lines before."


    Little Wang jumped up and said, "You should arrest him too, okay?"


    "Alright, if he''s a bad person, I - no, the police - won''t let him off," Yan Zhao said gravely.


    "Yay!" Little Wang flung out his arms and ran like an eaglet leaving the nest for the first time. "I know my future is not just a dream, I''ll cherish every minute seriously."


    The father and son returned to the beer stall. About half an hourter, twenty or thirty hooligans suddenly showed up, some carrying clubs, others cracking their knuckles. They surrounded the inclothes officer who had beaten people earlier.


    One of the hooligans picked up an enamel mug of beer and slowly poured it over the officer''s head.


    When the officer didn''t react or make a sound, the hooligan followed up with a p across his face.


    Yan Zhao signaled Chen Men and the children not to move. With just a nce, a group of inclothes officers from the Jindong Branch Bureau, all veterans from the Old Mountain front, casually stood up.


    These were battle-hardened soldiers. Though they looked rxed, they quickly secured exits and prepared to fight. With just eye contact, they had the whole ce surrounded, trapping the dozens of hooligans like fish in a barrel.


    While Little Lang was slowly munching on roasted potato slices,mb tendons, and mushrooms, and Little Wang wanted to sing "My Future Is Not a Dream" but was too shy to start, a fierce battle broke out between the inclothes officers and the gang of hooligans.


    Little Lang remained steadfastly focused on his food, no matter what was happening around him.


    Yuanyuan, Little Wang, and Chen Men, who held the three children tightly, witnessed a police action scene straight out of a movie.


    Of course, every single hooligan ended up in handcuffs, courtesy of the inclothes officers.


    ...


    On the way home, Little Wang got a stomachache halfway and ran straight to the toilet as soon as they got in the door.


    Chen Men, unable to resist temptation, had eaten two skewers ofmb and now had severe stomach pain. Unable to wait for Little Wang toe out of the bathroom, she had to rush to the public toilet while clutching her stomach.


    Only Little Lang, who had eaten the most, seemed to have the most stable stomach. Chen Men, worried he might get indigestion or stomach pain during the night, decided to sleep with him and Yuanyuan.


    The little one slept soundly, but having returned home sote, he was a bit overexcited and stayed awake, amusing himself by blowing bubbles. When Chen Men came back from one of her bathroom trips and got into bed, she saw Little Lang''s bright eyes still watching her.


    "Does Mama''s tummy hurt? I''ll rub it for you," Little Lang said, cing his hand on Chen Men''s stomach and massaging it. After a while, he added, "Mama, I used to be inside your tummy, right?"


    "Who told you that?" Chen Men asked with a smile.


    "Big brother did. He also said that the police Dad works with are different from other police. Our dad is the real police, the others are fake," Little Lang said, curling up on Chen Men''s stomach and falling asleep.


    Chen Men lifted Little Lang off her stomach, thinking that Yan Zhao''s practical lesson had been quite effective.


    At least Little Wang and Little Lang had seen them catch a group of hooligans and now understood the difference between right and wrong.


    As for Yan Zhao, he of course worked through the night.


    Interrogating the hooligans.


    Usually, when these young troublemakers got into fights or caused disturbances, they''d get off with a warning or a few days in lockup. They actually didn''t mind that - free meals in jail, and most had some connections, so they''d do a bit of work and be out in no time. No big deal.


    But this time was different. Yan Zhao and his team had set up a sting operation, and the hooligans were now facing charges of assaulting police officers. This meant prison time and a criminal record.


    Most of these street thugs were unemployed youth from the city, waiting for job cements. That''s why they got mixed up in gangs. But no one ns to be a hooligan forever - they all expect to find work eventually, start families, have kids. A prison sentence would make it nearly impossible to find a job after release.


    So the small fry weren''t important. Once arrested, Yan Zhao and his team just had to wait and see who would try to pull strings to get the hooligans off the hook.


    But Yan Zhao had started this investigation assuming Wang Ding''an was the gang leader, and the results surprised everyone.


    That night, Bureau Chief Sun Nutao, who was at home recovering from illness, received a call from his former superior, Director Mi.


    Director Mi said on the phone: "The people Yan Zhao arrested are all underage troublemakers. Several of them are children of friends and rtives I know - all good kids with bright futures, about to be ced in jobs. Nutao, Yan Zhao''s family is rted to ours. Of the three brothers, he has the most stubborn and vicious personality. He''s a mule who won''t listen to reason. I''m afraid he really intends to sentence a group of 17 and 18-year-olds, ruining their futures. For those kids, give Yan Zhao a heads up. Don''t let them be interrogated at your Jindong Branch. Transfer them to the Jinxi Branch, let Wang Ding''an deal with them. He''ll teach them a harsh lesson. Afterward, have their parents apologize and make amends to the Jindong Branch police!"


    In Xiping City''s military circles, there were a few notable figures: Yan Peiheng was one, Director Cui was another, and Director Mi''s brother had been one too, though he passed away back in the 1970s.


    Director Mi had previously been promoted from the Jindong Branch Bureau and was Sun Nutao''s former superior. He had overseen the "Strike Hard" campaign in 1983.


    He was the mentor and predecessor of Sun Nutao and his fellow police officers, and the person they respected the most.


    Sun Nutao really thought that Yan Zhao and his team had arrested a group of 17 or 18-year-old kids. Because he was still recovering from an illness, he discussed with Yan Zhao over the phone, suggesting that if it wasn''t serious, they shouldn''t sentence them, but instead give them a beating, detain them for a few days, and then release them.


    Yan Zhao advised him toe to the bureau and take a look before making a decision.


    So Sun Nutao returned to the bureau.


    Then, in the detention room, he saw dozens of hardened criminals, some with facial scars, others covered in tattoos, and some with rough, intimidating faces.


    Their eyes were cold and fierce, and they answered questions smoothly, obviously very experienced. They looked at the police officers as if they were children ying house.


    Were these the so-called "naughty kids" Director Mi had mentioned?


    ...


    It was the weekend, and the two older children were at home. Chen Men took Little Lang to visit Cui Min, specially dressing the chubby boy in a ck Cat Detective vest, which was already a size too big for him.


    Seeing Chen Men enter with a bouquet of flowers, Cui Min asked with a smile, "Where did you buy these? Such beautiful roses!"


    "Do you have a vase? I''ll arrange them for you," Chen Men said.


    Cui Min''s children were older and studying away from home. Upon seeing the chubby Little Lang, her maternal instincts were about to overflow. She busied herself trying to find chocte and cookies for him.


    Chen Men quickly stopped her: "He doesn''t eat those things. Just give him some water. My child is quiet and likes to read. If you have any picture books, you can find a few for him."


    That was easy - there was a whole bookshelf full of picture books left by her children.


    Cui Min took Little Lang to her son''s bedroom, gave him a cup of water, and true to Chen Men''s words, the little boy sat quietly on the balcony and started reading the picture books.


    Cui Min had a vase and scissors, but in her mind, flowers just needed to be put in water, right?


    Chen Men first trimmed the leaves for her, then sprinkled some sugar in the clear water. She then carefully trimmed each stem, removed the thorns, and sealed the cut ends with a lighter before arranging the flowers in the vase.


    Flower arranging wasn''t yet considered an art form in China, but people''s sense of aesthetics is universal. Although it was the first time they had met, and Cui Min had heard that Chen Men was a rural woman and a contractor, she was worried they might not have much to talk about. But when Chen Men ced the bouquet of roses on the coffee table, Cui Min suddenly felt she might have found a kindred spirit.


    "Have you met Mi Lan''s mother, Wang Gebi?" Cui Min asked Chen Men.


    Chen Men hadn''t even met Mi Lan, so she shook her head: "Did her husband die early, and she''s been a widow ever since?"


    "Her husband was a martyr who died young. During the revolutionary era, martyrs'' families received preferential treatment, so she always livedfortably. However,fort has its limits. About ten years ago, she started doing business and suddenly became incredibly wealthy," Cui Min paused for a moment, then just smiled without saying more.


    Chen Men knew, of course. She also knew that although there was nothing between the mother-inw and Lu Jingyu, because of that money, while Yanguan Vige was fine with it, Yan Peiheng''s oldrades and colleagues in the capital viewed Lu Jingyu as Yan Peiheng''s true cuckolder.


    Cui Min volunteered more information: "By the way, do you know why Yan Zhao''s ex-wife returned from the capital?"


    Chen Men smiled but didn''t speak, though she was willing to listen.


    Wasn''t this why Cui Min had invited her over? To share this gossip?


    "When Yan Zhao''s ex-wife went to the capital, she was already pregnant. During pregnancy, women tend to be a bitzy and like to sleep more. That''s why I don''t like living in militarypounds. Mi Lan and Wang Gebi were extremely good to her. Wang Gebi was always cooking soups and stewing meat for her, treating her even better than Commander Yan. Gradually, she becamezy and careless about her appearance, going out with messy hair and in pajamas. Some of the older folks in thepound started gossiping, saying she didn''t care about her image and was embarrassing Commander Yan. Some even said behind her back that she had been a socialite in Xiping City. Somehow, she got the idea that Mi Lan and Wang Gebi disapproved of her and were spreading rumors behind her back. So they had a big fight, and that night, Wang Gebi took sleeping pills and almost didn''t make it... Commander Yan got angry and kicked her out immediately." Cui Min smiled again and added, "Don''t you think it was such a small matter? People should always try to handle things gently, shouldn''t they?"


    Zhou Xueqin was impulsive, quick-tempered, and acted on her whims.


    When she went to find Lu Jingyu, she must have just recently been reborn. She went and immediately slept with him.


    However, she wasn''t the type to sit back and wait for sess. She was always ambitious, looking for business opportunities everywhere. Although Chen Men found her a bit hateful for neglecting Little Wang and Little Lang, she had to admit that sometimes she also found her rather pitiful.


    Although she hadn''t met Mi Lan and Wang Gebi yet, from Cui Min''s tone, they seemed to be very gentle women who knew how to appear vulnerable.


    Zhou Xueqin, on the other hand, was born with a refusal to be bullied and would explode at the slightest provocation. It was no wonder they shed so violently.

 Chapter 74

    No wonder Zhou Xueqinter gritted her teeth and always said, "There''s not a single good thing in the capital, their whole family bullied me."


    However, Cui Min must have had a reason for telling her these things, so she was willing to keep listening.


    "My family and Chief of Staff Yan''s family were neighbors. At that time, my mother heard that Wang Gebi had taken sleeping pills, so she helped send her to the hospital. My mother was a nurse, and she saw the pills scattered on the ground at the time. They weren''t sleeping pills, but vitamins." After a pause, Cui Min continued, "But Zhou Xueqin had once quarreled with my mother, and it''s not good for outsiders to interfere in other people''s family affairs..."


    Indeed, outsiders shouldn''t meddle in other people''s family matters.


    But the fact that Cui Min was willing to share these things with Chen Men showed that she truly considered her a confidante.


    On second thought, if Zhou Xueqin had been willing to stay in Yanguan Vige and live with Su Wen, with such a kind and gentle mother-inw, the two of them would have certainly gotten along well.


    Yan Zhao only went to the battlefield the year Little Lang was born. Before that, he woulde back every year. He had a homebody personality, was willing to do housework, and enjoyed spending time with the children. What a happy family they could have been!


    If she had stayed in Yanguan Vige, Su Wen would have certainly retrieved the 300,000 yuan earlier and let her manage it.


    This way, she would have had money and could have educated the children well.


    Unfortunately, she was too eager for sess and insisted on going to the capital. One wrong step led to another - she didn''t get the money and ended up being despised by everyone.


    As the conversation came to an end, sensing that the host wanted to see her off, Chen Men had to take her leave: "Then we''ll see each other when we sign the contract. Remember to change the water for the flowers frequently. Adding some c or sugar to the water will make themst longer."


    "How long can theyst? I really love roses," Cui Min casually asked.


    Chen Men smiled and answered meaningfully, "For a very, very long time."


    Even without changing the water, these flowers wouldst until the contract signing. Cui Min would think of her whenever she saw the flowers, so she would certainly be quick to make the payment.


    Now, let''s talk about Yan Zhao''s side.


    Sun Nutao only now remembered that he had been transferred from Director Mi''s office to the Jindong Branch Bureau, while Yan Zhao had been directly parachuted in from the capital after Yan Peiheng pulled some strings.


    At that time, Director Mi was quite unhappy, saying that among the three Yan brothers, Yan Zhao was the least intelligent, stubborn in character, and prone to offending people. Even his father was annoyed with him. He said Yan Zhao had no aptitude for police work and told Sun Nutao to find a way to get rid of him if things didn''t work out, as there was no need to keep a troublemaker around to upset themselves.


    Fortunately, Sun Nutao was a rational person and was willing to trust Yan Zhao.


    Otherwise, he had originally nned to investigate protective umbres and dig out local snakes. Without realizing it, he might have be an aplice to those local snakes.


    His old superior, Director Mi, was probably the leader of those thugs.


    Of course, work needed to be done, but people also needed rest. After setting the general direction for the case, Yan Zhao went home.


    He had just gotten off the bus at the stop when he saw Little Wang and Yuanyuan walking side by side, each holding arge bouquet of pink lilies.


    Unlike when they were young, when children had to work and never had enough to eat, looking like little old men with worried faces, children nowadays were well-fed, didn''t have heavy schoolwork, and the arts were blooming like flowers in this era. They lived very happily, so the children were always especially cheerful.


    Yuanyuan held the flowers and sang as she walked: "Little lily flower, blooming in my heart. Please don''t leave me, I love your pure fragrance..."


    This song was the theme song from the movie "The Young Generals of the Yang Family." Both the song and the flowers were popr. In the 1980s, lilies could sell out thanks to this song.


    Yan Zhao had heard some female colleagues in the officein that a bunch of roses only cost 80 cents, but a single lily stem cost one yuan, which felt like highway robbery.


    But why were the two children buying flowers?


    Moreover, Yan Zhao had ten yuan a week for buying vegetables, tea, cigarettes and alcohol for entertaining guests, and lunch. He could barely save one yuan in a week.


    How did Little Wang have money to buy a lily stem that cost one yuan?


    And thisrge bouquet had at least ten stems, right?


    How much money did Little Wang actually have?


    "Yan Wangqi, did you buy these flowers?" Yan Zhao asked, grabbing his son by the back of his cor.


    "Yes, Dad," Little Wang said.


    Yuanyuan stopped singing, raised her head, and asked with a grin, "Dad, it''s Mom''s birthday today. We bought flowers. Do you have anything to give Mom?"


    Pink lilies with a strong, rich fragrance - they must be Chen Men''s favorite.


    Yuanyuan was still looking at Yan Zhao, so Little Wang quickly came to his father''s rescue: "Alright, little Yuanyuan, I''m the man of the house. Dad just needs to focus on work. He doesn''t need to take care of household matters. I''ll buy Mom''s gift."


    Looking at Yan Zhao again, Little Wang said, "Anyway, we love Mom. Dad doesn''t."


    Yan Zhao''s face darkened even more, and he turned and left again.


    ...


    When Chen Men returned home, she saw arge rooster that had been ughtered and plucked clean on the kitchen steps. Next to the rooster was a pair of cloth shoes wrapped in oiled paper, and on the kitchen chopping board was a whole chestnut cake.


    The handiwork of the cloth shoes was clearly Zhou Qiaofang''s, so Chen Men asked Yuanyuan, "Did your aunte by?"


    "Yes, she said she was busy at the construction site, so she only stayed for a while before leaving," Yuanyuan said.


    People who grew up in the countryside all like to wear cloth shoes. Such beautiful cloth shoes are both cool and sweat-absorbing in summer, veryfortable, but they''re too troublesome to make, taking at least half a month.


    Seeing these shoes, Chen Men couldn''t help but think of Zhou Xueqin again.


    She sincerely hoped that Zhou Xueqin would make a fortune out there and nevere back.


    When Zhou Xueqin wasn''t around, her elder sister-inw would be especially affectionate towards her as a younger sister-inw.


    As she entered, she saw arge bouquet of pink lilies.


    There weren''t any longsting,rge-stemmed stargazer lilies avable in the market yet. The lilies being sold were all local old varieties, with pink ones being even rarer. Earlier, when Chen Men went to the Cui family, she couldn''t even bring herself to buy lilies.


    She never expected that Yuanyuan and Little Wang would buy her such arge bunch, a full ten stems.


    "Why buy these? It''s such a waste of money..." Chen Men was about to reproach them.


    Yuanyuan, who was in the middle of arranging the flowers in arge vase, immediately gave her a look: "Have you forgotten? Last year on this day, Aunt even made you a white flour pancake. Brother has money, so why can''t we buy flowers for your birthday?"


    Last year, Chen Men celebrated her birthday in her hometown. Zhou Qiaofang had scraped together all the white flour in the house to make her a white flour pancake. Chen Men had already forgotten, but Yuanyuan remembered because her mother had divided the pancake into four pieces and given them to her, Jinbao, Zhenzhu, and Baozhu to eat.


    Chen Degong had beaten Jinbao for this, saying that as a man, he had no sense of propriety.


    On birthdays, ording to the old customs of Jinyang people, one should eat "money-money meal". "Money-money" refers to ttened soybeans, cooked together with millet. The gold color of the soybeans and the abundance of the millet symbolize that the new year will bring wealth, and that one will be able to earn money in abundance, with prosperity and flourishing business.


    Chen Men didn''t used to care about these things, but now that she was feeding 200 workers, she had to start paying attention. Those 200 people depended on her for their meals.


    Unlike the nd meals of her childhood, when "money-money" and millet were simply boiled into a thin porridge, nowadays when eating "money-money meal", people would add some sweet potatoes and yams. Everything would be cooked together into a thick porridge, emitting a faint fragrance of millet and the sweetness of sweet potatoes. That''s how the "money-money meal" was prepared.


    In her spare time, she took some beef meatballs from the refrigerator to steam, sprinkled some green onions and garlic sprouts on top, and that was one dish.


    She also cut up some leftover pancakes from yesterday and stir-fried them, then smashed a cucumber. The weather was too hot, so this was enough for a meal.


    Just then, the phone at home rang.


    Chen Men picked it up, and after just one "hello", she heard a strong, fierce voice. It was actually Yan Peiheng calling.


    "Is this Men?" the other end asked.


    Chen Men guessed that Cui Min must have praised her a lot in front of her parents, and once they praised her, Yan Peiheng would know. But thest time he called, Yan Peiheng had stubbornly dered that he didn''t need to know her name, only that she was a femalerade.


    Now he was directly calling her Men. What happened to her surname? Did the dog eat it?


    "Father finally knows my name?" Chen Men couldn''t help but tease.


    Yan Peiheng probably didn''t expect his daughter-inw to say this. After a moment of silence, he continued, "I just asked Mi Lan, and she said she hasn''t been feeling well these past few days, but as soon as she recovers, she''ll personally go to Xiping City to return Little Wang''s money."


    After a pause, Yan Peiheng said, "Mi Lan has a weak heart and can''t handle the rural air. She should stay at a hotel, but she wants to stay at your ce. Her health isn''t great, so please take extra care of her. Mi Lan is like you - intelligent and kind. You''ll surely get along well and develop a good rtionship."


    ...


    "It''s your birthday today, isn''t it? Have a nice celebration. And... be good to that rascal son of mine," the old man added.


    He even knew her birthday. The old man had certainly done his research thoroughly.


    Although Chen Men was a bit puzzled - how could a woman who was too delicate to breathe the fresh country air manage to live in the city? - she couldn''t help feeling that Yan Peiheng was finding roundabout ways topliment her.


    It was only mid-June, but Mi Lan had already put repayment on the agenda. Chen Men felt she shouldn''t say much else. She could only hold back a smile and say, "Alright, father. Please take care of your health too."


    "Don''t worry about me here. Old Wang next door will look after me," Yan Peiheng said goodbye and hung up.


    Old Wang next door?


    Who was that?


    Chen Men remembered Cui Min saying that Mi Lan''s mother''s name was Wang Gebi. A terrible thought crossed her mind - could the "Old Wang next door" Yan Peiheng mentioned actually be Wang Gebi?


    People of that revolutionary generation always had such unbelievable names, like "Gobi Desert Revolution Advance Forward" and such.


    But would a woman be happy to be called "Old Wang next door" by Yan Peiheng?


    His manly insensitivity was truly no less than Yan Zhao''s.


    ...


    Seeing that the two older children weren''t home, Chen Men asked Little Lang, who was quietly waiting at the table for dinner: "Where are your brother and sister? Where did they go?"


    "Dad called them out," Little Lang said.


    So Yan Zhao hade home early today, but why hadn''t he returned yet?


    The dishes were set on the table, the rice porridge had already cooled, with a thinyer of vegetable oil settled on top of the thick, golden gruel. The wind blew through the big locust tree behind the yard, cool and pleasant.


    "Go call them back for dinner," Chen Men gave Little Lang''s bottom a light pat.


    Shortly after, they first heard Yuanyuan''s singing, then Little Wang''sughter, followed by Yan Zhao entering with arge iron shovel.


    Chen Men noticed that Yuanyuan and Little Wang''s faces and clothes were dirty. Yan Zhao was stamping his feet too. Curiously, she asked, "What have you been up to all this time? Why are you so dirty?"


    "We moved the garbage dump behind the coal yard, and Dad even cleaned up the whole area in front of the coal yard," Little Wang said as he turned on the tap and rinsed himself from head to toe, coal dust streaming down into the drain.


    If there was one thing not so great about Yanguan Vige, it was the garbage dump opposite their gate.


    It was convenient for throwing out trash, but in summer, especially in the evening, the wind would bring the stench of rot. The smell would only dissipate after the garbage was emptied at five in the morning.


    Moving the garbage dump was certainly a good idea, but shouldn''t the vige have agreed to it? Had Yan Zhao talked to the vige chief? Besides, everyone was used to throwing garbage in one ce. If he moved the dump, wouldn''t people just throw trash on the open ground?


    While Yan Zhao and the children were washing up for dinner, Chen Men went out for a look. To her surprise, she found that Yan Zhao had not only cleaned up the garbage dump area thoroughly, but he''d also brought bricks from the coal yard to pave the ground. He''d even moved all the bamboo chairs the old men in the vige usually put outside for cooling off.


    At first nce, it looked clean and refreshing. Moreover, that spot was cool - perfect for chatting and enjoying the breeze. Who would want to throw garbage there now?


    When she returned, Yuanyuan and Little Wang were eagerly waiting to cut the cake.


    "Hurry up and eat. This cake was bought by your uncle. Why didn''t you cut it and start eating earlier?" Chen Men said.


    About five years ago, on Chen Men''s birthday, she had spent money on three pieces of chestnut cake to share with Yuanyuan, and even saved a piece for Yan Xishan.


    But that day, Yan Xishan had bad luck in his business dealings and was cursed at. When he came home and saw her eating cake, he scolded her: "While a man is working himself to death outside, you useless woman only know how to eat."


    Chen Men was so angry that she took Yuanyuan, who was still nursing, and went back to her parents'' home on her birthday.


    As she left, she didn''t forget to take the cake with her, crying and eating as she walked.


    When she got back to Chen Family Vige, she still had one piece left. She wiped away her tears, smiled, and let her older brother''s family taste that piece of chestnut cake. Each person had a bite, and they were so delighted by the taste that they nearly bit off their tongues.


    Back when they had no money, everyone suffered. Now that they had money, her older brother and sister-inw were willing to treat her well.


    However, today''s meal wasn''t easy to eat. Chen Men had just picked up her bowl when Uncle Yan stood at the door and asked, "Men, is it true someone wants to rent a room? I heard it''s a female hooligan?"


    Uncle Yan was a lonely widower. Because he smoked and drank heavily and wasn''t hygienic, outsiders found him dirty and were unwilling to rent his house.


    Uncle Yan continued, "I''m an old hooligan, she''s a female hooligan. But tell her not to worry. Although I was a bit of a rascal when I was young, I''m old now. Even if I wanted to misbehave, I don''t have the energy. I just want somepany. Let here live at my ce. Three yuan a month will do."


    The vigers were all gossiping that Men was bringing a female hooligan into the vige, and everyone was hesitating whether to rent her a room.


    Uncle Yan had always been sympathetic towards women, believing that women were inferior to men. As a man, how could he not rent a room to a woman?


    While others hesitated, he was willing to rent and even took the initiative toe to Men about it.


    Chen Men had the wholesale market''s phone number, so she decided to call Qi Songlu right away while holding her rice bowl, asking her toe and see the house.


    With all thismotion, her bowl of rice porridge had gonepletely cold.


    Fortunately, there was chestnut cake. For some reason today, Little Lang had no appetite, and Yuanyuan and Little Wang each only ate one piece. There were still sevenrge pieces left, so Chen Men ended up eating threerge pieces herself and put the rest in the refrigerator.


    "Go take a shower and watch some TV with the kids. I''ll wash the dishes and tidy up our bedroom," Yan Zhao said as he carried the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen.


    By now, everyone had finished eating. The 8 o''clock TV drama hadn''t started yet, and it was the time when vigers would go out to discuss yesterday''s TV show and gossip about vige affairs.


    Tomorrow was Monday, and the children all had homework to finish, so Chen Men decided not to turn on the TV to distract them.


    She took a small stool outside, ready to join in the vige chatter and wait for Qi Songlu toe see the house.


    No sooner had she sat down and started cracking some of Aunt Huang''s sunflower seeds when Mrs. Mao nudged Men: "Isn''t that Yan Xishan? Why does he look like that today?"


    Chen Men turned to look, and indeed it was Yan Xishan. His white shirt was covered in coal dust and sweat stains.


    He was already thin, and as he aged, his back had begun to stoop a little. He shuffled step by step to Chen Men and handed her a green schoolbag. His voice was unusually gruff: "Here."


    Today was the day Yan Xishan shipped coal to Shanghai. He should have received 120,000 yuan.


    What a double joy - receiving money on her birthday was an auspicious sign for making big money in theing year.


    This green schoolbag contained the coal money. Chen Men wanted to open it immediately, to touch it and feel some of that good fortune.


    But she couldn''t. At any time, except for parents and children, one should never show off wealth in front of others. Wealth should not be unted. The more money you earn, the more low-key you should be. Staying calm and hiding money well was the wise way to protect oneself.


    This was also why Yan Xishan brought the money in an old green schoolbag. He was gradually learning to be smarter and less ostentatious.


    "What''s Xishan carrying? Could it be money?" Mrs. Mao asked with a smile.


    All the onlookers were curious. If it really was money, the delicate bnce of their equal status rtionships would be disrupted.


    Chen Men smiled and said, "How could it be? These are books Yan Xishan bought for Yuanyuan."


    "Xishan is bing more and more decent. Even when he''s so tired, he still remembers to buy books for Yuanyuan. Xishan,e sit and chat with us for a while," Aunt Huang said with a smile.


    Gradually, the vigers were starting to see Yan Xishan as a person and were willing to respect him.


    Having lived together for several years, Chen Men noticed Yan Xishan unconsciously pat his pocket and turn to leave. She called out, "Yuanyuan''s dad, wait a moment."


    She was carrying a green schoolbag and had just turned into the coal yard when Yan Xishan raised both hands: "Alright, alright, I took five thousand yuan from it, but I''m short on cash, I must take this money."


    "Don''t you have a monthly sry of three thousand? Why do you need to take an extra five thousand?" Chen Men asked in response.


    After a full day of loading coal with the workers, everyone was already exhausted and irritable. When tired, people tend to get even more annoyed.


    While loading trucks today, Yan Xishan suddenly remembered something - today was Men''s birthday.


    Thinking back tost year, when he drove Men away, he really just wanted to scare her a little. He never imagined someone would marry her off. But infuriatingly, in just those few months, his entire life fell apart.


    His wife was gone, his child was gone, everything was gone.


    He still remembered one time when he berated Chen Men harshly over a few pieces of cake. She cried and went back to her parents'' home, but couldn''t bear to leave the cake behind, so she hugged Yuanyuan, crying and eating as she walked.


    So earlier, he had run into town, intending to buy Men a cake.


    But as luck would have it, all the cakes were sold out.


    Yan Xishan couldn''t hold back anymore and started shouting: "Chen Men, that''s enough! You really want to control all my money? Based on what? Just because my daughter calls Yan Zhao ''dad'' every day..."


    As he spoke, he wiped his face, suddenly looking grief-stricken. He kicked a lump of coal on the ground so hard that his shoe flew off along with the coal.


    "Damn it!" He turned and gave himself several hard ps across the face.


    Today was Chen Men''s birthday, after all. Who doesn''t want to celebrate their birthday happily and joyfully?


    But at this moment, she was trembling with anger.


    Sincest year, to install the production line, they had invested a total of 350,000 yuan. Chen Men had put all the money earned from engineering projects into the coalpany.


    For half a year, she often couldn''t sleep at night worrying about cash flow issues, but at least the coal mine''s safety measures were initially in ce. However, up to now, all the cement, sand, and steel rebar ounts for Qinchuan Company were in arrears, waiting for this coal money from Yan Xishan toe through. Otherwise, those suppliers would soon be at their doorstep demanding payment.


    And here he was, casually taking five thousand for himself?


    But no matter how angry she was, she had to remain calm. Xishan Company was already taking shape, and the coal industry was on the rise. Money would soon be rolling in continuously. If Yan Xishan was getting cocky now, it would give her a legitimate reason to bring in an ountant.


    "Don''t rush, and don''t get angry. Tomorrow I''ll send an ountant over to you. From now on, all the money will be managed by the ountant. You''ll only have a monthly sry of two thousand yuan. If you don''t want to work, you can get the hell out."


    Why was Yan Xishan able to make aeback after getting out of prison in her previous life? If it weren''t for the disease that brought him down, he could have be a nouveau riche again. The essence of it was his shamelessness.


    Seeing that Men was truly angry, Yan Xishan didn''t dare take the money anymore.


    After all, he had to test the waters. The shares were in Men''s hands, and behind her was Yan Zhao, who was fiercer than a wolf. If things really turned ugly, he would be the one to lose out.


    So Yan Xishan changed his tune in an instant. He put his shoe back on and said with a smile, "Men, it might not be good for you to send me an ountant. If you send a woman, well, with my personality and looks, from eight to eighty years old, which woman wouldn''t side with me after spending a few days together? And if you find a young one,e on, I didn''t even have any intention of getting married. Wouldn''t you just be finding me a ready-made wife?"


    First, he was handsome; second, he had a silver tongue. If Chen Men sent an ountant, wouldn''t they be won over in no time?


    Chen Men snatched the five thousand yuan from Yan Xishan''s hand and turned to leave.


    Just as she left the coal yard, she saw Yuanyuan standing at the courtyard gate calling out to her: "Mom, there''s an auntie at our house looking for you."


    Yan Xishan immediately put on a big smile, stretched out his arms, and was about to call out "Yuanyuan."


    He was particrly tired today and wanted to hug his daughter to relieve the fatigue from a whole day of loading and unloading coal.


    But at that moment, he saw a woman with very white skin, tall, wearing a gray sweater of indistinguishable color. Her face was pretty, but her gaze was as sharp as a knife de. She turned her face following Yuanyuan''s gaze.


    The moment she saw him, she actually smirked.


    Isn''t this Qi Songlu?


    Qi Songlu, who wasbeled a female hooligan?


    The Qi Songlu who, before her divorce, kicked Wang Ding''an so hard that he had to take medication for several years to regain his manhood?


    It was already eight o''clock, and the people who had been enjoying the cool evening air had all dispersed and gone home. The TV drama on the central station was about to start, and passionate advertisements could be heard from televisions in every household: "She works, you rest!"


    The next line was: "Everyone who''s used it says it''s good - Dactarin cream."


    In this hot and stuffy June weather, Qi Songlu gave Yan Xishan a cold nce, making him shudder.


    Letting this woman be the ountant at Xishan Company? She mighte with a knife in the middle of the night and castrate him directly.

 Chapter 75

    Youth is wonderful.


    When you get older, you''ll want to eat an ice lolly or ice cream, but your teeth will ache and your digestive system won''t be able to handle it.


    But now, while you''re young, you can eat these things to your heart''s content.


    Chen Men took Qi Songlu to see the ce and negotiated the rent with Yan Sanye. They had originally nned to move in early the next morning, but Yan Sanye was so enthusiastic that he hurriedly brought out all the bedding that Yan Xishan had given him years ago, warmly inviting Qi Songlu to stay there tonight.


    The high-quality cotton quilts and soft mattresses were all gifts from Yan Xishan to Sanye.


    But Sanye waszy and didn''t like to clean up. He always wiped his nose on the quilt and spat in his slippers. Chen Men found it disgusting and never entered his courtyard, so those nice things just piled up in the room gathering dust.


    Qi Songlu didn''t have any bedding of his own, so he decided not to return to the wholesale market for now. He fetched some water, found a broom and duster, and started sweeping the kang bed-stove and cleaning the windows, tidying up the room.


    Then he borrowed Men''s sr water heater to take a bath.


    After seeing Qi Songlu go to take a bath, Chen Men left Sanye''s house.


    The evening breeze was cool, and the vige loudspeaker kept ying "Yellow Earth teau" on repeat.


    So she took advantage of the night air, carrying a mesh bag to the vige entrance. First, she picked out seven or eight ice creams from the small shop, then wandered to the night market where she saw yellow peaches had juste into season. She bought some peaches and arge watermelon. Just as she was worrying that these things were too heavy for her to carry back, she felt her load lighten. She turned around to see Yan Zhao had taken the mesh bag from her.


    Walking home with a basket of fruit, Chen Men chatted with Yan Zhao, telling him about Qi Songlu staying at Yan Sanye''s house, and how she had gotten back the 5,000 yuan that Yan Xishan wanted to embezzle from the public ount.


    Yan Zhao just gave a soft "hmm," indicating he understood.


    Once inside, Yan Zhao washed the peaches, peeled them, cut up half a watermelon, scooped out the middle, and cut it into pieces in a bowl for Chen Men to eat, while he gnawed on the rind himself.


    Oh right, it was mid-June now. Yan Peiheng had said Mi Lan would definitelye to repay the money in July.


    Because Yan Peiheng had spoken so confidently, although Chen Men had been doubting whether Mi Lan might have lost money in the stock market, she didn''t feel right saying it out loud. So she just briefly told Yan Zhao that Mi Lan woulde to repay the money in half a month.


    After saying this, she realized it was only 9:30 PM, not yet bedtime for the children, but they had already gone to sleep?


    And Yan Zhao had moved the TV back into this room?


    There was an old VCR at home that Yan Zhao had brought back from the police station. Because he often needed to watch case video tapes, he simply didn''t return it and kept it at home.


    Gesturing for Chen Men to sit on the bed, Yan Zhao turned on the TV.


    The children were in bed early, there was chilled cake and fruit, sitting on the bed watching some TV - a rare treat.


    The cotton padding, smelling of soap and patted soft by Yan Zhao''s big hands, was even morefortable to sit on than the million-yuan mattress in Chen Men''s vi in her previous life.


    Of course, this wasn''t because the cotton bedding was morefortable - how could itpare to an imported mattress worth over 100,000 yuan?


    It was because she was still young now, in good health, and without so much resentment and dissatisfaction in her heart, that she feltfortable.


    People always live by their spirit.


    But just then, Yan Zhao picked up a "Legal Education Video" tape and put it in the VCR.


    Chen Men, holding a big bowl of fruit, was suddenly angered by Yan Zhao again, even more than she had been by Yan Xishan. She was so angry her whole body trembled: "Deputy Director Yan, that''s a bit much, isn''t it? Did Imit murder or arson? It''s my birthday, and you''re showing me this?"


    On her birthday, Yan Zhao was going to show her a legal education video again?


    With his back to Chen Men, the pale spot behind Yan Zhao''s ear quickly turned red. He said in a low voice: "I heard that many women go to video halls nowadays, and they like to watch this kind of thing. Didn''t you say you didn''t like thest one, and that you prefer Hong Kong and Taiwan films?"


    Chen Men sat up straight, her ears perking up like a rabbit''s.


    Last time Yan Zhao brought home a legal education video, it turned out to be a trick - it contained an adult film.


    At the time, she hadughed and said that women don''t like to watch that kind, they prefer Hong Kong-made films with both plot and attractive actors. She was referring to films like "The Forbidden Legend: Sex & Chopsticks" and "Yu Pui Tsuen", which were indeed well-made and very sensual.


    Could it be that because it was her birthday, he had gone to the video hall today and confiscated some Category III films for her to watch?


    How much more upright could this bepared to Yan Xishan stealing clothes for her to wear?


    "It''s a Category III film, isn''t it?" Chen Men immediately sat up straight, unable to contain her true nature as an older woman anymore.


    There weren''t many TV series now, and every holiday they would inevitably rey "Dream of the Red Chamber" and "Journey to the West".


    Moreover, those once-popr Hong Kong and Taiwan Category III films like "Yu Pui Tsuen" and "The Forbidden Legend: Sex & Chopsticks" would be banned and destroyed in the future.


    Seeing Yan Zhao''s ears getting redder and redder, Chen Men thought she had guessed correctly. She tapped her foot and said, "Hurry up,e on."


    "Yan Xiaowang, what are you doing out here?" Yan Zhao suddenly called out, startling Chen Men so much she almost fell off the bed.


    From outside the window came Xiaowang''s small, innocent, and frightened voice: "Dad, I''m going to the bathroom."


    "Go back to sleep as soon as you''re done," Yan Zhao said sternly.


    Chen Men, feeling like a thief, got up and drew the curtains tightly shut, making sure not even a sliver of light could escape. Only then did she sit back on the bed, her heart still pounding.


    In both her lives, this was actually the first time she was watching a Category III film so openly.


    Yan Zhao seemed a bit nervous too, but he still exined to Chen Men: "Driver Xiao Liu said this is currently the most popr film among women. He specifically picked it out for you from the confiscated videotapes."


    Chen Men wanted to pretend to be shy, but couldn''t pull it off. With fruit and ice cream at the ready, she couldn''t help but marvel at how knowledgeable Driver Xiao Liu was about such matters, even knowing what kind of films women liked to watch. He truly was a friend to women.


    As soon as the movie title appeared, Chen Men was dumbfounded.


    The words ''God of Gamblers'' exploded onto the screen in bold letters.


    Then, dashing and handsome in a suit, Chow Yun-fat appeared on screen. Chen Men let out a "Wow!" ¨C he was the eternal male god in the hearts of older women like her.


    Although there was no Category III film to watch, the couple enjoyed aplete viewing of "God of Gamblers" starring Chow Yun-fat and Andy Lau.


    When Chow Yun-fat appeared, he became Chen Men''s idol. When Andy Lau came on screen, she immediately felt she could abandon Chow Yun-fat and run away with Andy Lau.


    Of course, at this time she didn''t notice Yan Zhao ncing at her from time to time, his gaze cold enough to eat people.


    After watching the movie, it was time to sleep. Yan Zhao suddenly asked Chen Men, "Do women nowadays all like men in suits?"


    In the movie, Chow Yun-fat and Andy Lau were indeed handsome in their suits.


    "Should I buy you a set?" The most popr brand now was Pierre Cardin. Although the cut wasn''t as good as it would be in the future, Yan Zhao only had one single-breasted and one double-breasted jacket to alternate between, apart from his work uniform. It wouldn''t hurt to make him a suit.


    With his build, he would definitely look good in a suit. After all, although his muscles were intimidating, clothes hung well on him, and isn''t that exactly the kind of body suited for wearing a suit?


    "No need. I''ll be getting a bonus soon. I won''t give it to you this time, I''ll go buy a suit myself," Yan Zhao said as he turned off the lights, ready to sleep.


    But when he reached out his hand, Chen Men said, "Not tonight. I''m tired. It''s my birthday. I don''t want to..."


    Usually, to avoid marital disputes and maintain harmony in their life, she would never refuse when Yan Zhao wanted to do what married couples do.


    Sometimes she was extremely tired and ufortable, and Yan Zhao could be quite annoying in that aspect, but she had always endured it for the sake of his usual diligence in work.


    But not tonight. Today was her birthday, and she wanted to do as she pleased.


    A woman should at least live for herself on her birthday, right?


    Yan Zhao didn''t insist. After being silent for a while, he suddenly said, "The cake. I bought it."


    So the cake today wasn''t bought by his older brother, but by Yan Zhao?


    Then why didn''t he speak up and admit it at the time? And a chestnut cake cost ten yuan. He only got ten yuan of pocket money each week. Where did the moneye from? Did he borrow it?


    "I didn''t marry you just because you look like Yuanyuan," Yan Zhao said after a while.


    So he had been in a bad mood these past few days because she said he married her because of Yuanyuan?


    Is this really a man? Why is his temper even more difficult than Xiaowang''s?


    With a snort, Chen Men imitated little Xiaowang''s childhood snoring.


    Yan Zhao suddenly sat up and lifted the nket to look, clearly not believing she could fall asleep so quickly. He had wanted to have a good talk, but she was already asleep?


    Chen Men immediately let out another snore, then another, evenly snoring away.


    Let him be difficult, let him not speak his mind properly. Serves him right - she would pretend not to hear.


    She was too timid to take action, but she would annoy this ck-faced King Yama to death.


    ...


    Meanwhile, at the Jindong Branch Bureau, the investigation into the gangsters had traced back to the former bureau chief who was now retired at home. The more Sun Nutao investigated, the more angry he became.


    For example, the former deputy chiefs Ma Kai and Fan Zhenhua were both promoted by Director Mi.


    Director Mi didn''t have a son, only a daughter who married Wang Ding''an. When Wang Ding''an was discharged from the military, he was just a low-ranking soldier. While many transferred officers at thepany level were slowly waiting their turn for promotion, he rose like a rocket, getting promoted every year. This was definitely suspicious.


    Sun Nutao decided to immediately report this matter up the chain, to let the city bureau leaders know about the case and start investigating Director Mi.


    Retired but not idle, from former police chief to current gang boss - no wonder some citizensined that the police and gangsters were one and the same.


    Of course, reporting the case to the city bureau would also be troublesome. Most of the current leaders there were also promoted by Director Mi. At most they would give it a cold treatment, casually investigate, have Director Mi turn in a few typical big gangsters, and let him stop there.


    Director Mi had been a senior chief at the city bureau for decades. If he was really determined to be a gang boss, it would tarnish decades of honor for the city bureau.


    But it still had to be reported up. It concerned public security, with so many gangsters in the city. Not reporting wasn''t an option.


    However, Yan Zhao said there was no rush.


    He handed Sun Nutao a case file, saying he wanted to investigate this case first before making a decision.


    Sun Nutao took the file and saw it was the verdict for Qi Songlu, the only female hooligan from the 1983 Strike Hard campaign.


    In reality, everyone knew there was no such thing as a female hooligan. It was just a wrongful case and tragedy created by the times.


    Labeling a woman as a female hooligan wasn''t a huge deal and had no impact on society, but it wasn''t insignificant either. It ruined a woman''s life, condemning her to moral hell for eternity.


    But this case was already closed, and the person involved never made a fuss about it. Why was Yan Zhao bringing it up again?


    Of course, it''s worth mentioning that Qi Songlu''s husband was Wang Ding''an. During the time his wife wasbeled a hooligan, Wang Ding''an imed he was sick and didn''t go bail her out. At the time, regtions stated that only family members could bail out those convicted of hooliganism.


    Not only did Wang Ding''an not go bail out Qi Songlu himself, he didn''t even notify her parents to bail her out.


    This led to Qi Songlu being the only femalerade with no family members to bail her out.


    This was the key reason she was convicted of hooliganism.


    Her parents only found out when Qi Songlu was paraded through the streets after beingbeled a female hooligan. Unable to bear the shame, they cut ties with their daughter at the time.


    Later, Wang Ding''an divorced Qi Songlu. That same year, a few monthster, he married Director Mi''s daughter Mi Fang. Mi Fang was quite an ordinary woman, an ounting graduate who currently worked at the postal savings bank as the manager of a small branch.


    If you don''t bring up these matters, once the case file is closed, it just passes by.


    But if you do bring them up, doesn''t it be quite intriguing?


    "You want to reinvestigate the 1983 female hooligan case?" Sun Nutao asked Yan Zhao.


    Yan Zhao said, "You go home and rest first. I''ll look into this case privately for now."


    ...


    After discovering that Yan Zhao had borrowed money to buy her a cake, Chen Men started putting fifty yuan in his wallet every week.


    He had to eat lunch outside, and when he met people he had to offer cigarettes and tea. He never said anything, but prices kept rising - even a bowl of pao mo now cost 80 cents. Giving him just ten yuan a week was indeed a bit too little.


    But what angered her more was how he never said anything about it.


    If another ten years passed and she was still only giving him ten yuan, wouldn''t he starve to death out there?


    As for the construction work, not to mention that Chen Degong always had faith in Men''s abilities, Yan Bin was discovering more and more as he worked with Men that she was excellent at handling rtionships.


    She wasn''t seen drinking and dining out all the time, and her dealings with Cui Min involved just sending a bouquet of flowers.


    But that bouquet made Dongfang Group''s business exceptionally smooth. They had made a quote of 320,000 yuan, which included a 20,000 yuan markup meant to be negotiated down.


    However, Dongfang Group didn''t negotiate at all, and directly notified Chen Men toe sign the contract.


    Once this contract was signed, there would be a 120,000 yuan advance payment. When they received this money, Chen Men would be able to clear all of Qinchuan Group''s ounts.


    She could also pay out the wages that had been owed for nearly half a year to Chen Degong, Huang Zhengde, and Yan Bin, all at once.


    This could be considered a good omen, receiving money on her birthday.


    After signing the contract, Chen Men had Yan Bin drive the three-wheeler to help Qi Songlu move from the wholesale market. Originally, she thought that since Yan Zhao and the others had arrested dozens of gangsters, things should have calmed down on the streets. Unexpectedly, in just one night when Qi Songlu wasn''t guarding her shop, when they went to move the next day, all the ice cream had been stolen, the freezer was vandalized, and her small storefront had beenpletely wrecked.


    In the end, they only managed to move the broken freezer back from the wholesale market.


    "This was instigated by Wang Ding''an, wasn''t it?" Chen Men asked Qi Songlu.


    Qi Songlu frowned, but said to Chen Men, "I told you before, didn''t I? At that time, someone came to tell me that Wang Ding''an and Yan Xishan were dancing in a dance hall. They gave me the exact location of the dance hall, and even imed with certainty that they had called for prostitutes and were engaged in prostitution. That''s why I called you to go, remember?"


    That was indeed what happened at the time. Someone had brought a message to Qi Songlu saying that Yan Xishan and Wang Ding''an were soliciting prostitutes in a dance hall. Qi Songlu had flown into a rage and gone to catch them.


    Qi Songlu sighed helplessly and continued, "I''ve always suspected that the person who brought me that message was his current wife, Mi Fang. They must have known each other for a while, and Wang Ding''an probably didn''t want me anymore and wanted to marry Mi Fang. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that they had just left when I arrived, and the police came?"


    She paused, then added, "Even now, the one instigating the gangsters to bully me isn''t Wang Ding''an, but Mi Fang. If you meet that woman, you''ll understand why she won''t let me go."


    It sounded a bit absurd and bizarre.


    But it was quite possible that this was the truth.


    Wang Ding''an was a handsome young man, had been in the military, was smooth-talking and especially good at ttery. Back when he was hanging around with Yan Xishan, there were quite a few girls who liked to chase after them.


    If Yan Xishan could find Hu Xiaomei, why couldn''t Wang Ding''an find Mi Fang?


    Chen Men had never heard of Mi Fang before, and of course didn''t know what kind of person she was.


    But since Director Mi was the boss of the gangsters, his daughter must be quite a character too.


    A woman who could make Wang Ding''an harden his heart, abandon the beautiful Qi Songlu, and be willing to marry her as his second wife must be extremely beautiful, maybe even seductively hot.


    Oh right, she was also Mi Lan''s cousin.


    Reportedly, she had a good rtionship with Mi Lan and worked at a post office near the Municipal Party School.


    People all have a gossipy side, and Chen Men was quite curious to meet this Mi Fang.


    How deep must the grudge and hatred be to relentlessly pressure Qi Songlu, determined to drive her out of Xiping City?


    Speaking of coincidences, just as Chen Men was thinking about this, her pager went off. She saw it was from Yan Zhao''s officendline, so she called back from the home phone: "Something up?"


    "...Lan, are you free this afternoon? Want to go for a walk with me?"


    It was Monday, when everyone should be busy at work. How did Yan Zhao have the leisure to go for a walk?


    "Where to?" Chen Men asked.


    Yan Zhao said on the phone, "Come to my workce first, then we''ll talk."


    It was 3 PM, still early to pick up the kids, so Chen Men took a bus to the Public Security Bureau branch building. She used the public phone outside to send a page, and Yan Zhao came down shortly after.


    Because he had to wear his uniform for work, he hardly ever bought casual clothes. He only owned two casual outfits - a light jacket and a padded jacket. Right now, he was wearing the light jacket.


    The Jindong Branch Bureau wasn''t far from the Party School. Yan Zhao walked with Chen Men, talking as they went.


    He mentioned that, coincidentally, Qi Songlu had just been talking about how Mi Fang still wouldn''t let go of her after all these years.


    Yan Zhao happened to be investigating this case. Of course, as a police officer, he could ess internal records from past years and interrogate people to reconstruct what happened during the "Strike Hard" campaign in 1983.


    ording to Yan Zhao, the case was handled by the Jindong Branch Bureau at the time. Someone had called to report prostitution activities at a certain location, and that''s when the police went to make arrests.


    Of course, during the "Strike Hard" campaign, anyone arrested wasbeled a hooligan.


    The informant''s phone number could be traced through the technical department. This was no longer a coincidence, but deliberate, because that phone number belonged to the post office where Mi Fang currently worked.


    The situation was quite clear now. The original tip-off call hade from Mi Fang. She first had someone tell Qi Songlu that Wang Ding''an was soliciting prostitutes and suggested she go catch him. Then Mi Fang called the police to report it, leading them to arrest Wang Ding''an and drag him out of the dance hall.


    The reason Yan Zhao now wanted Chen Men to visit the post office was that Mi Fang was from a police family. Unless following formal investigation procedures, Yan Zhao couldn''t ess her personnel file. Given his position, he couldn''t go chat with Mi Fang himself. He wanted Chen Men to go talk to Mi Fang casually and ask about her work history, to confirm if she was working at this post office in 1983.


    "Don''t be nervous, just treat it like a normal conversation," Yan Zhao said, feeling a bit anxious himself about asking his wife to help investigate a case for the first time. Chen Men wasn''t nervous yet, but Yan Zhao was. "The more rxed you are, the more likely she is to trust you. If you''re tense, she might be suspicious. Mi Fang''s father was a career policeman, so her counter-surveince skills must be very high. Oh, and you need a reason to go in there. Think of an excuse before you go in, okay?"


    While Yan Zhao was still asking questions, Chen Men had already strode into the post office.


    Who was she? The general manager of the Xingda Construction Team.


    In the banking industry, attracting deposits was always the top priority for small savings offices. To those small office managers, a contractor like Chen Men was a godsend.


    Once inside, did she need to say anything more?


    Chen Men smiled as she approached a teller. She had barely introduced herself as a contractor interested in discussing interest rates forrge deposits when the teller immediately called out, "Manager Mi,e quick! We have a big client here."


    In a sh, a woman emerged from a side door.


    She extended her hand from afar, grinning as she walked towards Chen Men.


    "I''m Mi Fang. And you are?" she asked.


    This woman was about 5''1" tall and extremely overweight, with rolls of fat around her belly. Her teeth were yellowed, her skin sagging. Beauty waspletely foreign to her. Chen Men felt it would be cruel to look at her for too long.


    She had originally thought that since Mi Fang constantly bullied Qi Songlu, she must be quite attractive herself.


    But now she understood. It was because Mi Fang was so ugly, and Qi Songlu so beautiful, that even after stealing her man, Mi Fang still wasn''t satisfied and feltpelled to torment Qi Songlu to death.


    Chen Men had seen photos of Mi Lan, who was very pretty. She never imagined her cousin would look like this.


    After hearing Chen Men introduce herself, Mi Fang''s face split into a wide grin. She shook Chen Men''s hand vigorously, saying, "I''m Mi Lan''s cousin! Mi Lan is your second sister-inw. We''re family!"


    Her gums were extremely thick, her teeth slightly buck-toothed, and her gums were a dark purple color. When she smiled, her mouth emitted a foul odor that made Chen Men struggle to breathe.

 Chapter 76

    Is this perhaps the story of a female version of Gao Yanei?


    Mi Fang took a liking to Wang Ding''an, so she found an excuse to break up his marriage, and then married Wang Ding''an herself?


    Butbeling Qi Songlu as a female hooligan, having her paraded through the streets, publicly humiliated, and harassing her year after year - these are not things a normal person would do.


    "I heard you''re doing very well with your engineering work. You''re truly a capable woman. But why did you put all your savings with Song Huaihua?" Mi Fang shook Chen Men''s hand vigorously. "Does Song Huaihua have any connections or backing? She''s just an ordinary person with nothing. But I have connections and backing. From now on, you must keep your savings with me, otherwise I''ll be very upset."


    Leaning in closer, Mi Fang continued, "The city is in chaos, there are so many thugs around. But don''t worry, if you maintain a good rtionship with me, I can ensure the safety of your entire family."


    "Don''t the police deal with those thugs?" Chen Men asked curiously.


    Mi Fang smiled again, her gums bulging outward exuberantly: "With me protecting you, what do you have to fear?"


    This is the so-called vested interest - in her view, this entire city belongs to her family.


    Chen Men asked another question: "Sister Mi, which year did you start working? Have you always worked at this savings office?"


    "1980. I''ve been working at this savings office for almost ten years now. Sigh, it''s so hard for us civil servants to get rich. My rtive Mi Lan is doing business in the capital and has made a lot of money. Recently, with my help, she acquired that wholesale market in our city for 200,000 yuan. See how easy it is for them to make money?" Mi Fang said.


    No one knew exactly how much money the Mi Lan couple had. They might not be famous in the capital where there were many capable people, but in Xiping City, they were legendary.


    Chen Men had only recently heard that the price for Yan Dongping''s wholesale market was being negotiated. From what Mi Fang said, had the Mi Lan couple already bought it?


    "Has Mi Lan been back to Xiping City?" Chen Men asked, "Why didn''t shee to visit us?"


    "Her health isn''t good, so she didn''te herself. My second aunt Wang Gebi came to handle it for her," Mi Fang said with a smile. "We have plenty of connections. I just made a few calls, and that building can be transferred immediately."


    Although it wasn''t clear exactly how much money the Mi Lan couple had, they must be both well-connected and wealthy to be able to buy a whole building.


    It should be very easy for them to repay Little Wang''s 300,000 yuan, right?


    Having gotten the information Yan Zhao had asked for, Chen Men naturally had to leave. She pulled her hand away from Mi Fang''s and made an excuse: "I didn''t bring my ID today. I''lle back another day to open an ount."


    "By the way, Chen Men, do you know Qi Songlu?" Mi Fang let go of her hand, still smiling, but her smile made one''s skin crawl.


    "Yes, why?" Chen Men asked.


    Mi Fang put her arm around Chen Men. In the sweltering heat, her underarm odor was strong enough to make one faint. She said, "Take my advice, stay away from her. It''ll be greatly beneficial for you."


    This wasn''t advice, but a naked threat.


    Chen Men smiled obediently, "Alright, I will."


    "That''s more like it. People should know better. I heard your husband Yan Zhao has a very tough attitude at the police station, he''s a troublemaker. Tell him this: work belongs to the country, but your life belongs to yourself. The way he does his job, he''ll suffer sooner orter," Mi Fang added.


    "Okay," Chen Men replied, still meekly.


    But after leaving the post office, she was shaking with anger. She remembered a line from Stephen Chow''s "Kung Fu Hustle" that she had seen in her previous life: "Is there any justice left? Is there anyw left?"


    "Did you find out?" Yan Zhao asked eagerly.


    Chen Men vented all her anger towards Mi Fang onto Yan Zhao: "Yes, I did. Mi Fang has been working at that post office since 1980. You Yans in the police force are all bastards! No wonder everyone calls you green-skinned turtles."


    Yan Zhao wasn''t used to joking. He stopped in his tracks, his dark eyes fixed intently on Chen Men. After a long while, he asked very seriously, "Why are the police bastards, and green-skinned turtles at that?"


    Although he was wearing a jacket, his pants were still green, and his usual uniform was green too.


    Why green-skinned turtles? Wasn''t it because they wore all green and did things only bastards would do?


    Everyone cursed them like this behind their backs, they just didn''t dare to say it to their faces.


    It was a hot day in June, yet Yan Zhao was still wearing a jacket. Chen Men was angry at the police, but not really at Yan Zhao. Afraid he might die of heat, and since they happened to have some time and were passing by a department store, she said, "Let''s go buy you a couple of outfits?"


    "I haven''t received my sry yet. I''ll buy them myself when I do," Yan Zhao said.


    Dealing with this stubborn man''s mule-like temperament, Chen Men tried to say as tactfully as possible, "You can pay me back when you get your sry. I have money on hand. The short-sleeved shirts from Montagut and Pierre Cardin in the department store are quite nice. Come on, let''s go buy you a couple of sets."


    "No need," Yan Zhao said coldly, then strode off and quickly boarded a bus, reaching out his hand to wait for Chen Men.


    Chen Men''s voice was actually very low when she boarded the bus. As she brushed past him, she muttered under her breath, "Green-skinned turtle."


    Yan Zhao grabbed Chen Men''s hand, looking at her in disbelief, his dark face flushing red.


    His grip tightened, causing Chen Men pain.


    This man had an extremely strong sense of self-esteem. If someone else had insulted him like this, they probably would have been beaten to a pulp by now.


    Chen Men mustered up the courage to break free from Yan Zhao''s grip and found a seat to sit down.


    The bus was crowded, and Yan Zhao had no seat, so he stood beside her, staring at her continuously. He was probably shocked, wondering when his usually gentle, good-tempered wife, as soft as dough, had learned to curse, and even use the term "green-skinned turtle."


    Of course, this greatly stimted Yan Zhao''s self-esteem.


    He probably thought that Qi Songlu being bullied like that, and Director Mi being a gang leader for so many years without facing legal consequences, was the reason for Chen Men''s anger and for calling him a green-skinned turtle.


    So for the next few days, no matter howte he came home, Yan Zhao would wake Chen Men up to tell her about any progress on the case.


    Three days passed in the blink of an eye.


    ording to Yan Zhao, he had interviewed many people who were involved in the underworld back then, and had obtained many effective testimonies. He even managed to get the final signature from the city bureau for Qi Songlu beingbeled as a female hooligan back then, and that signature was from Director Mi.


    In other words, Mi Fang reported it, and Director Mi made the final decision.


    Qi Songlu''s "female hooligan" crime was created single-handedly by this father-daughter duo.


    Director Mi was even more formidable. If all the lives lost directly or indirectly due to the gangsters were counted on his head, it would be at least seven or eight.


    Not to mention that Director Mi''s involvement in organized crime should be subject to severe crackdown, Qi Songlu''s case was a wrongful conviction that could be overturned.


    Now, as long as Qi Songlu reported her case to the Jindong Road Police Station and stated her wrongful conviction from back then, the police could initiate an investigation and clear her name.


    Chen Men, who had been dozing off, suddenly became wide awake when she heard that Qi Songlu''s case might be overturned: "Will Director Mi be sentenced to prison?"


    "Yes, I will do my best to push for his imprisonment," Yan Zhao said.


    "What about Mi Fang? Will she be arrested? Will you beat her up?" Chen Men asked again.


    "No," Yan Zhao naturally handled things officially and spoke the truth.


    Indeed, nothing would happen to Mi Fang. Reporting prostitution wasn''t wrong, and although she instructed thugs to harass Qi Songlu, it didn''t cause physical harm. At most, after the police investigated, she would receive criticism and a warning.


    But this was reality. Being able to take down Director Mi, the big gang leader, and restore peace to society without thugs shing tires, putting thumbtacks on seats, or extorting protection money from schoolchildren, was already a good oue.


    Chen Men theny back down, ready to continue sleeping. Suddenly, Yan Zhao reached out and pulled her up, staring into her eyes. He even pointed at her nose and said word by word: "Other police might be green-skinned turtles, but I''m not."


    Of course, Chen Men knew Yan Zhao wasn''t, but she was provoked by his rigid tone. Why did he always sound like he was arguing when he spoke? Couldn''t he just talk nicely?


    Seeing that he had moved to another bed and seemed to have fallen asleep with his eyes closed, Chen Men raised her fist, pretending to hit him.


    Yan Zhao''s eyes suddenly opened wide. The moonlight shining through the window reflected in his gaze, making him look wolf-like.


    "Are you itchy? Let me scratch your back," Chen Men''s fist immediately transformed into a small, half-open w as her face broke into a wide smile.


    Yan Zhao looked at her for a moment, then surprisingly turned over contentedly, exposing his lean, t back to her, and said, "Alright."


    I''ll scratch you to death! Chen Men thought to herself.


    But actually, she had gradually figured him out.


    Yan Zhao just looked older and had a gloomy disposition, that''s all.


    He was only three years older than her. Men matureter, and despite having two sons running around, he was still essentially a big boy at heart.


    Moreover, he had an extremely strong sense of self-esteem, was particrly stubborn, and refused to admit defeat.


    To sentence an old bureau chief of the city police department, and with Yan Zhao nning to push for another public trial using his own efforts, she wasn''t sure if he could actually pull it off.


    However, Chen Men was also prepared to wait and see, feeling quite excited about the prospect.


    As for Qi Songlu, after resting well for two days, it was time for her to report to the Xishan Company.


    Before she went, Yan Xishan had already boasted that he could scare Qi Songlu away with just three sentences, iming she would run out of the Xishan Company in tears.


    For this purpose, he had even called in dozens of miners from the mines to cheer him on.


    He was determined to protect his financial freedom.


    Qi Songlu had cut her hair short, put on new clothes, and bought herself a crossbody bag.


    While cleaning, she had even found an axe for chopping firewood at Old Man Yan''s house, which she had sharpened until it gleamed. On the new Monday, without needing Chen Men to apany her, she shouldered her bag and went to be the ountant for Yan Xishan at the Xishan Company.


    Of course, as soon as she entered, Yan Xishan was well-prepared. He directed the coal yard workers to jeer at Qi Songlu, with some whistling, and some even brazenly starting to urinate right in front of her after dropping their pants.


    But it wasn''t surprising. Coal miners were of that quality, after all. Their heads were tied to their waistbands, and they usually did life-threatening work in bottomless coal pits, so it was inevitable that they would be a bit uncouth.


    That kind of rowdy atmosphere would probably have scared an inexperienced woman to the point of wetting herself.


    But how could Qi Songlu, who had been paraded through the streets and been to prison, be afraid of them?


    At first, she still asked Yan Xishan politely where thepany seal, his personal seal, and the financial seal were, as well as the ount books.


    She wanted the public ount passbook, checks, and all thepany seals.


    Because all of Xishan Company''s money was deposited in a public ount opened in Chen Men''s name, this money could only be withdrawn using the personal seal, financial seal, and checks.


    It couldn''t be withdrawn with just the passbook in Chen Men''s hands.


    Yan Xishan naturally wouldn''t give her the seals. He waved his hand to signal the miners to be quiet, pulled out a fan from his waist, and said with a smile while fanning himself: "Qi Songlu, look at all these hooligans here. With me around, it''s still okay, I can scold them for you. But if I''m not here, what if they not only grope you but even rape you?"


    Qi Songlu looked at him coldly, with what seemed to be a half-smile.


    Yan Xishan winked and made faces, deliberately trying to scare her. The gang behind him grinned wickedly: "Oh, you female hooligan, you''re so pretty. Brother wants you, brother wants to do you."


    Chen Men, worried, had followed and was watching from outside the Xishan Company.


    She saw Qi Songlu provoking a group of miners, but not panicking at all.


    She gave a coldugh and asked Yan Xishan: "I''ve been sleeping at a stall in the wholesale market for years, with no doors or windows. Yan Xishan, do you know how many little thugs have bullied me and tried to rape me at night?"


    Yan Xishan felt quite sorry for Qi Songlu, and he felt especially guilty towards her in his heart.


    Because it was indeed he who had lured Wang Ding''an out to dance back then.


    He didn''t know why Qi Songlu had inexplicably bebeled as a female hooligan.


    In fact, he and Hu Xiaomei hadn''t originally slept together. It was only that one time, to borrow money, that he sacrificed his virtue and got involved with Hu Xiaomei.


    One mistake led to another, resulting in today''s irresolvable situation.


    But when it came to financial freedom, he could deposit money in the public ount, but he couldn''t let others manage his ounts.


    After all, if he was in a good mood, he could spend eight hundred or a thousand in one night at a nightclub. How could he spend like that if someone else was managing the money in the future?


    So he said: "I know you''re pitiful... but Qi Songlu, these coal miners want to rape you, and I''m afraid I can''t look after you. You''re already so miserable, don''t make yourself even more wretched, okay?"


    "I''m not pitiful at all, and I can be particrly vicious," Qi Songlu said, suddenly raising her foot and kicking Yan Xishan right in the crotch with lightning speed, making him jump up.


    It was a genuine kick, hitting Yan Xishan so hard that he saw stars and quickly curled up like a shrimp.


    The pain was so intense he couldn''t even cry out.


    Turning to look at the group of miners, Qi Songlu said: "When I was doingbor reform as a female hooligan, because there was no cell for female hooligans in the detention center, I was locked up with over a hundred male hooligans. We didbor reform together, slept on the same big nk bed. For a whole seven days, I lived with those men. How many male hooligans wanted to rape me? They all ended up crippled by my kicks like this. If you dare..."


    She shouted fiercely: "Come if you''re not afraid of death!"


    Saying this, she actually pulled out a shiny, polishedrge axe from her big bag, entered Yan Xishan''s office, looked around, searched up and down, and found Yan Xishan''s safe.


    With a loud crack, the locked safe already had a dent on top from her strike.


    Seeing this situation, Yan Xishan knew the game was up.


    Limping and clutching his crotch, he decided to hand over the keys first.


    At least to save the safe - that cab cost eight thousand yuan!


    Damn it!


    From then on, the Xishan Company had a new living ancestor. If Chen Men was the grandmother, this was the grandfather.


    Of course, Yan Xishan would still try to find ways to drive her away.


    But for now, he had to yield.


    The rape threats were just intimidation, and the hooliganism was just a joke.


    After all, Qi Songlu was a woman, so she needed to be given a separate office. Yan Xishan also had to instruct his subordinate miners not to bare their chests and backs or relieve themselves in public anymore. They had to cover up their bellies and buttocks, so as not to beughed at by the femalerade.


    Otherwise, they should beware of Qi Songlu''s axe chopping off their three-inch little willies.


    That axe was sharpened so bright and shiny, it would be far too easy to chop off little willies with it.


    And so, without shedding blood, Chen Men''s long-held worries and concerns were resolved.


    In just three days of work, Qi Songlu had taken possession of thepany seal, personal seal, and financial seal, and had calcted the Xishan Company''s ounts crystal clear, handing them over to Chen Men in an orderly fashion.


    ...


    It was almost July, and the children were about to start their summer vacation.


    With Qi Songlu''s help, Chen Men''s burden was greatly reduced.


    Recently, the Qinchuan Group was wrapping up, and the Dongfang Group hadn''t officially started yet. Most of the migrant workers had also gone home to harvest wheat.


    Chen Men didn''t need to pay out huge sums in wages and could take a solid rest for a while.


    Originally, she only picked up Little Wang and Yuanyuan every other day, alternating with Yan Dawei and his wife to pick up the children.


    Recently, she simply picked up the children every day, letting Yan Dawei and his wife rest first. Once the Dongfang Group officially started operations, she could then pass the task of picking up the children to the couple.


    However, today when Little Wang and Yuanyuan came out of the school gate, they didn''t seem very happy. Little Wang''s head appeared to have faint scratch marks, and Yuanyuan was also sulking, walking very slowly, far away from Little Wang.


    Seeing Chen Men arrive, Yuanyuan ran a few steps to hold Chen Men''s hand, and surprisingly asked, "Mom, can we not keep Yan Wangqi anymore?"


    What kind of big incident could make Yuanyuan say she didn''t want her brother?


    "Yuanyuan, how can you say such a thing..." Chen Men shook her head, trying to signal with her eyes for Yuanyuan to be quiet.


    But Yuanyuan was clearly too angry to care about Chen Men''s eye signals. With red-rimmed eyes, she actually said, "Doesn''t Yan Wangqi have another mom? Anyway, I don''t want him anymore. Let him go find his other mom."


    Little Wolf didn''t understand anything, and he had no memories from when he was younger. He was terribly surprised and ran over to ask Little Wang, "Brother, we all only have one mom, but you actually have two?"


    Little Wang stopped and looked at his younger brother, suddenly reaching out to tap him on the forehead.


    The little wolf let out a cry and turned toin, "Mama, Big Brother Little Wang hit me. Send him away, tell him to go find his own mother."


    Little Wang also burst into tears.


    How could the usually harmonious trio of siblings suddenly be at odds?


    Children in blended families are bound to have conflicts.


    But the most hurtful thing is to tell someone to leave. For example, in her past life, when Lv Erniu got angry, she would ask Lu Jingyu if they could send Zhaodi away, saying she didn''t want Zhaodi anymore.


    Although she would apologize to Yuanyuan afterwards, that kind of talk causes irreparable harm to a child.


    Chen Men had experienced this herself, so she instinctively tended to side with Little Wang on this issue.


    She sternly said, "Yan Shengnan, I don''t care what happened between you two, but apologize to Little Wang right now."


    "No," Yuanyuan didn''t give Chen Men any face at all. "I don''t want him anymore!"


    Those words can be very hurtful, and Little Wang was a child with an especially strong sense of pride. Last year he had even been saving money to move out on his own. What if Yuanyuan''s words caused him to run away from home?


    But clearly, Chen Men was worrying too much.


    Because after crying for a while, Little Wang stomped his foot and chased after Yuanyuan, constantly trying to talk to her.


    The little girl ignored him.


    When he chased her, she would stop. When he stopped, she would walk forward. In any case, she refused to walk together with him.


    Finally, Yuanyuan caught up with Ningning and walked side by side with her,pletely leaving Little Wang behind.


    As for Little Wang, after returning home he didn''t say a word. He threw down his schoolbag, moved over a stool, and started punching the sandbag with puffing breaths.


    Yan Zhao called to say he was bringing some armyrades over for dinner tonight, so Chen Men should prepare more dishes.


    It just so happened that Chen Men had been staying at home with free time these past few days, and had made a lot of prepared foods. There was marinated beef, boiled meatballs, and fried yellow croaker frozen in the refrigerator. With the hot weather, prepared foods from outside weren''t safe, so she had also braised some pork intestines and trotters.


    When she heard Yan Zhao say six or sevenrades wereing, she almost nked out thinking about how much food she''d need to make.


    But since she had prepared foods, this meal wouldn''t be too difficult to put together. So she took out several steamed dishes to defrost, washed some lettuce and shepherd''s purse, peeled a bamboo shoot, and cut some eggnt, potatoes and tomatoes to have ready for cookingter. Then she came out of the kitchen.


    Yuanyuan was ying the piano, and Little Wolf was doing horse stance exercises.


    When she hade in earlier, Little Wang was punching the sandbag.


    Now an hour had passed, and Little Wang - who normally would cry out that his hands hurt after just touching the sandbag once, and ask his brother to fan him and his sister to blow on his hands - was still punching away.


    Of course Yuanyuan was the apple of Chen Men''s eye. She didn''t want her daughter to encounter any setbacks, and hoped she would have a smooth and peaceful life.


    But at the same time, she didn''t want to spoil her too much.


    Although Yan Zhao didn''t talk much, he doted on Yuanyuan a lot. Whenever he had time, he would watch her y piano, help her wash clothes, organize her schoolbag, rece her eraser when it got small, and smooth out her homework books.


    With this meticulous care in every detail, Yuanyuan naturally became pampered.


    The way Yuanyuan spoke to Little Wang today made Chen Men vaguely feel that perhaps having a brother and father who spoiled her so much had made her daughter too delicate?


    But she didn''t say anything herself, and Little Wang wouldn''t say either. Chen Men didn''t know what had actually happened, so what could she do?


    Just then, Little Wang punched too forcefully and lost his bnce, nearly falling over with an "ouch." Chen Men steadied him and took the opportunity to ask, "Do you want to eat some little meatballs?"


    Little Wolf cried out, "Mama, are they beef meatballs? I want the braised ones!"


    What picky little kids - fried food alone couldn''t satisfy them anymore. They only liked it if the meatballs were not just fried, but also braised afterwards.


    Little Wang jumped down from the stool and looked at his skinny little arms as he walked towards the kitchen, ncing at Chen Men. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he raised both hands and said, "Alright, alright, Mama. Yes, your precious daughter was wronged, but I didn''t do it. I made a mistake, but I was just deceived by someone, okay?"


    Seeing the meatballs weren''t defrosted yet, the boy turned back, pursed his lips, and suddenly hung his head dejectedly to ask Chen Men a question: "Mama, if I hurt Yuanyuan, would you send me away too?"


    After all, they weren''t blood-rted. There would always be a barrier between a stepmother and stepson.


    Chen Men had been worried and anxious that Yuanyuan might hurt Little Wang''s self-esteem.


    But clearly, what Little Wang was concerned about was that he had caused his sister trouble at school, and whether Mama would get angry and want to send him away like his sister did.


    In that moment, Chen Men was stunned.


    The worry on Little Wang''s face was genuine. The child pursed his lips, looking extremely anxious.


    Seeing Chen Men not answer, he asked again softly, "Will you?"


    Chen Men finally replied calmly, "Why would I send you away? I''m still waiting for you to get a bit older, see you not listening, not studying hard, always fighting outside and skipping school, and then anger your dad and me to death."


    Little Wang was stunned for a moment, not understanding what his mom meant.


    So the little boy just silently looked at his mom, trying to figure out the meaning of her words.


    Chen Men stood on tiptoe to take down half a tbread from the basket Yan Zhao had hung up. She broke it in two, spread some chili oil inside, and was about to hand it to Little Wang when she pulled it back, gesturing for him to wash his hands first.


    Little Wang washed his hands quickly like a cat washing its face, then came back.


    The boy took a big bite of the bread before saying, "Well you''ve got that all wrong. I''ll definitely study hard. I won''t fight or skip school. I won''t anger you to death."


    Chen Men chuckled and said teasingly, "Well then I''ll have to wait and see if you can do it."


    After this brief victory, Little Wang sighed.


    Now he was willing to talk to Chen Men about it. He said, "I was tricked this time. Liu Jiaxuan in our ss has been ying with me a lottely, calling me ''big brother.'' I often bring him to y with my sister. But today he actually went to find my sister alone and gave her a little note. That little bastard..." Little Wang leaned in close to Chen Men with an incredulous look and said, "You know what, Mama? He actually wrote in the note that he wants to be good friends with my sister."


    Not only did Little Wang find it unbelievable and infuriating, Chen Men was also stunned.


    Society really had be open.


    In her past life, Chen Men had heard people say elementary school students passed notes to each other, but she thought it was just a joke.


    She never imagined that elementary school students nowadays would actually pass little notes!


    Of course, Yuanyuan could y piano and sing, and had even performed a solo on Children''s Day.


    So even though she was young, she was quite popr at school.


    So was Little Wang now experiencing the difficulties of being a brother to a sister who was too well-liked?


    "Alright, I''m going to practice punching now," Little Wang said after finishing the tbread and wiping his mouth. "They don''t know whose sister Yan Shengnan is. Hmph, I''ll train my fists to be rock-hard. Whoever dares to be friends with my sister, I''ll beat them to death."


    Just as the boy walked out, he ran into his dading in with six or seven police officers.


    Ma Bo was there, along with several others he had seen before but didn''t know. They were all in police uniforms, clearly having just gotten off work when Yan Zhao invited them over.


    And the police officer Little Wang hated most, Wang Ding''an, was shockingly among them.


    Wiping the red oil from his mouth, Little Wang looked at his dad in confusion.


    He didn''t know what was going on.


    Chen Men was also stunned in the kitchen.


    Yan Zhao had actually invited Wang Ding''an to their home?


    And called a group of hisrades too?


    Wasn''t he nning to push for the police to investigate the rice bureau? Could it be that today he was setting up an ambush for Wang Ding''an?

 Chapter 77

    With a total of six men, if it weren''t for the ready-made cooked food, Chen Men wouldn''t have been able to prepare this meal.


    Even so, she had to call Yuanyuan and Little Wang to help.


    First, she called Yuanyuan in and asked her and Little Lang to go buy some rou jia mo (meat in a bun).


    When Yuanyuan entered the kitchen, Chen Men pointed at her nose and asked, "Why are you arguing with Little Wang?"


    "He hits people, he hits anyone who wants to be my friend," Yuanyuan said.


    Not only does he hit her friends, but he also practices punching at home and wants to drive away all the ssmates willing to be her friend. Her brother was making Yuanyuan extremely embarrassed at school, and he wasn''t even aware of it.


    "Then should I have a meeting with your dad tonight and send him away? We don''t want him anymore?" Chen Men said.


    Yuanyuan was just throwing a tantrum, speaking rashly, and thought Chen Men was serious. She quickly said, "Mom, I was just saying that out of anger."


    But in Chen Men''s view, saying such things out of anger was even more detestable than truly not wanting someone. She gave her daughter a hard p on the bottom and pointed at her nose, asking, "Does it hurt?"


    Yuanyuan was wearing a thin skirt, and the p left a stinging sensation.


    "It hurts," the little girl was stunned by the hit.


    Little Lang, seeing his mom hit someone for the first time, also looked at her with a face full of fear.


    Chen Men gave Yuanyuan three yuan and patted her bottom gently: "Now go buy the buns, and think on the way about how you felt when Little Wang and Little Lang came to our home this timest year. Mom also wants to teach you a saying: ''A kind word warms three winter months, a harsh word chills even in June.'' Repeat this sentence several times on your way."


    Yuanyuan took the money, held Little Lang''s hand, and obediently left.


    Yan Zhao happened to enter just then and saw Yuanyuan wiping tears as she left. He asked, "What''s wrong with my daughter? Why is she crying?"


    "I hit her," Chen Men said. Seeing Yan Zhao about to roll up his sleeves, she quickly added, "You go entertain the guests, I''ll cook."


    "There are so many people, can you manage?" Yan Zhao worried she couldn''t handle cooking for six or seven people.


    Usually at home, Yan Zhao did everything, but today hisrades were visiting, and Chen Men had to give him face in front of them, so of course she couldn''t let him do the work.


    "I can," Chen Men said.


    Yan Zhao didn''t leave and said, "Boys can be hit, they''re tough, but girls shouldn''t be hit. Just talk to her nicely."


    Actually, Chen Men didn''t really think that way, but she blurted out, "Don''t spoil my daughter just because of Yan Xing. When children make mistakes, they need to be taught. I know how to handle my own daughter."


    Yan Zhao stood there stunned, once again looking at Chen Men with disbelief.


    Chen Men pushed him, and Yan Zhao''s hands were pulled to his chest, still with a look of shock, but not saying anything.


    "Go out quickly," Chen Men whispered.


    Yan Zhao neither spoke nor left, and his group ofrades was just in the yard. If they kept struggling, they would see.


    Chen Men, not knowing what came over her, suddenly reached out and tickled Yan Zhao''s armpit.


    The man jumped as if he''d been electrocuted, his face turning both ck and red.


    It''s over, Chen Men thought, this man is furious and will probably hit her.


    But actually, when Yan Zhao was young, he often yed with Yan Xing, and she frequently tickled his armpits. The armpit was Yan Zhao''s weak spot; once tickled, his whole body would go soft. If someone wanted to hit him, he could beat them to death, but if someone tickled him, he wouldpletely melt.


    But since Yan Xing''s death, no one dared to touch the King of Hell, so no one had tickled his armpit for a long time.


    He walked towards the door and identally banged into the doorframe with a loud thud, seeing stars.


    "Boss, how did you hit the doorframe?" Ma Bo asked with augh.


    A man called Zong Jin said, "Hey, do you remember that time when Xiong Dapao''s engagement was called off? He took the photo to find Captain Yan, and the captain was just like this, hitting the doorframe three times in a row."


    "Shh," Ma Bo winked at Zong Jin, also grinning mischievously.


    Xiong Dapao and Yan Zhao were particrly close, and he had even taken a bullet for Yan Zhao on the battlefield, but until now, he seemed unaware that his former blind date had married Yan Zhao.


    Everyone in the regiment was currently waiting for the drama, waiting for the day when Xiong Dapao, Men, and Yan Zhao would meet.


    Actually, even without Yan Zhao, Little Wang could handle the guests himself.


    After all, he was the eldest at home and had learned from his father. He found a power strip to plug in the electric stove, put on a kettle to boil water, and while the water was boiling, he roasted some longan, red dates, and rock sugar around the stove. He also scooped some water to wash the wolfberries.


    When the water boiled, the longan and red dates were fragrant, and the rock sugar had cracked and could be easily broken. He put them into clean teacups, broke a piece of rock sugar for each person, brought out the household guokui (a type of tbread), and everyone drank tea and ate guokui.


    Today''s visitors were all ex-military officers who had transferred to civilian work, and coincidentally, they were all Wang Ding''an''srades, colleagues, and fellow townsmen from the same county. Zong Jin''s home was just across the river from his hometown.


    Yan Zhao raised his teacup and clinked it with Wang Ding''an''s.


    Wang Ding''an sheepishly raised his cup and clinked it with Yan Zhao''s.


    Chen Men finished cooking and came out to serve the dishes herself. All the young men stood up, hurriedly clearing away teacups, taking chopsticks, and epting bowls. Seeing arge te full of rou jia mo, the crispy and crumbly old Tongguan rou jia mo, everyone''s faces broke into smiles.


    Ma Bo took the opportunity to ask Wang Ding''an with a smile, "Captain Wang, how''s your sister-inw''s cooking?"


    Wang Ding''an gave a bitter smile without speaking. Zong Jin quickly said, "Let''s not mention Captain Wang''s sister-inw."


    These men had all met Mi Fang and knew her character.


    In fact, they were very clear about the details of how Wang Ding''an had abandoned his ex-wife and married the old bureau chief''s daughter just to climb the ranks.


    As fellow townsmen who knew each other well and worked in the same system, if men became officials and made fortunes just to return home in glory, they were the "home" Wang Ding''an was returning to in glory.


    "Eat," Yan Zhao said as he handed Wang Ding''an a pair of chopsticks.


    Wang Ding''an epted the chopsticks with both hands, staring at everyone, his face burning with shame.


    After the meal, Yan Zhao solemnly said to Wang Ding''an, "We''ve already interrogated the leader of those gangsters in our city and conducted an investigation. Their confessions are different from yours, and they don''t believe the mastermind behind it is Yan Xishan."


    Wang Ding''an wasn''t stupid. As soon as those gangsters were arrested, he knew Yan Zhao must have made them confess and implicate his father-inw.


    Bureau Chief Mi was his backing, but as time passed since his retirement, his influence had waned, and he could actually help Wang Ding''an very little. He still kept a group of thugs, who would pay their respects to him during holidays, and the father and daughter would ept money.


    When issues arose, it was Wang Ding''an who would smooth things over and clean up the mess.


    "We''re all ex-military officers who have transferred to civilian work, we should hold the same view. The legal system will be more and more perfect, and social order will improve through our efforts, right?" Yan Zhao continued.


    Wang Ding''an nodded, feeling guilty, still not speaking.


    Yan Zhao, who usually had a stern face, pointed next door and suddenly chilled his tone: "Qi Songlu is currently living next door and working in your sister-inw''s construction team. Mi Fang once personally threatened your sister-inw, saying if she associated with her, she should be careful of her personal safety."


    All the fellow townsmen turned their heads to look at Wang Ding''an in unison.


    The reason Wang Ding''an had always kept a low profile was that for old Shaanxi men, face was more important than anything. He was shameless, clinging to Bureau Chief Mi''s leg for promotion, but he still wanted to maintain a veneer of decency.


    But now that veneer could no longer cover him. With a ripping sound, it was mercilessly torn away by Yan Zhao.


    What position did Yan Zhao hold in the army? Theserades would always be loyal to him. Although Chen Men had only been married to Yan Zhao for a year and hadn''t met them much, the wife of the regimentalmander was still a sister-inw, a close sister-inw.


    Moreover, threatening the family of a public security officer crossed a red line in policy. Once verified, it must be criminally prosecuted.


    Ma Bo couldn''t hold back anymore and mmed his teacup on the table: "Wang Ding''an, you fucking coward!"


    Zong Jin also couldn''t resist, turning to look at Wang Ding''an: "Tell the truth, Captain Wang, does that woman ride on your neck and shit and piss on you every day at home?"


    Another man who worked in the policy department of the city bureau, one rank higher and who had never thought much of Wang Ding''an, simply said: "Alright, alright, no matter how stinky that ditch is, it''s still a golden ditch. Lick it and you can get promoted. Our Captain Wang isn''t afraid of beingughed at by his fellow vigers, what''s there for you to sympathize with him about?"


    The children were eating with Chen Men in the kitchen when they suddenly heard a crash from outside. They looked back to see a teacup shattered on the ground, with everyone ring angrily at Wang Ding''an.


    Wang Ding''an slowly stood up, took off his hat, turned and bowed to Chen Men, then walked away hugging his hat.


    The remaining police officers looked sheepish, wanting to say something in the kitchen but feeling too embarrassed.


    Yan Zhao gave a signal with his eyes, and Ma Bo led the team in waving goodbye to Chen Men before leaving.


    Yan Zhao took off his uniform, rolled up his sleeves and started clearing dishes and bowls.


    Chen Men came out to help him collect the bowls, quietly asking, "Did you want Wang Ding''an to report Chief Mi?"


    That was Wang Ding''an''s own father-inw - it didn''t seem right that he would report his father-inw just because a few police officers cursed at him.


    "He will. After all, he''s a fence-sitter who goes whichever way the wind blows," Yan Zhao said, unable to hide the contempt in his voice.


    As he finished speaking and was about to take the bowls to the kitchen, he stopped and said, "I''ll say it again - I didn''t marry you because of Yan Xing, and I''ve never treated Yuanyuan as Yan Xing. But girls shouldn''t be hit."


    No wonder his father called him a stubborn mule - he was still indignant about her hitting Yuanyuan.


    "You Yan..." Chen Men blurted out, but catching a glimpse of Yuanyuan listening intently, she had to say, "I''ll argue with you about this in bed tonight."


    She couldn''t let Yuanyuan know about Yan Xing - it would break the child''s heart.


    But she also couldn''t let Yan Zhao spoil their daughter, because she had seen too many spoiled girls, like Mi Fang for example.


    If you don''t teach children how to behave, society will teach them when they grow up, and that can be much crueler than parents.


    ...


    As soon as Wang Ding''an entered the house, he saw Mi Fang sitting on the sofa eating a KFC burger. There were many red and white boxes strewn on the floor - clearly she had already eaten quite a few.


    There was no KFC in the city yet, so for her to be eating this, could it be that rtives hade from the capital?


    Mi Lan, Wang Ding''an guessed it must be Mi Lan who had returned.


    Recently, she and Mi Lan had been constantly talking on the phone about 300,000 yuan, supposedly a huge sum of money left behind by Yan Zhao''s mother Su Wen.


    Mi Lanined every day that Su Wen was biased, giving all the money to Yan Zhao, and Mi Fang naturally joined her in cursing Su Wen.


    Seeing Wang Ding''an return, Mi Fang opened a drawer and asked, "Wang Ding''an, why is your sry this month short another 100 yuan? Where''s the money?"


    Wang Ding''an mumbled, "My dad said he needed money to buy fertilizer..."


    Sending money to his elderly father in the countryside was Mi Fang''s sore spot. She immediately snorted coldly, "Are you even a man? Your ex-wife ruined your kidneys, and you still have a bunch of poor rtives back home constantly asking for money. Do you think my family runs a bank? Marrying you was the worst luck of eight lifetimes. Where did you go today?" Spoiled by her official father since childhood, she was arrogant and imperious.


    Of course, if things weren''t harmonious in bed, it didn''t matter how good-looking a man was - it would only breed resentment in her.


    "Yan Zhao invited me to his house for dinner," Wang Ding''an said as he was about to enter the bathroom. He almost tripped on something - looking down, he saw it was Mi Fang''s high heels.


    There was a shoe cab in the house, but her leather shoes were always scattered everywhere.


    This was karma. Once he had a beautiful, clean, gentle, family-oriented wife who was filial to her parents. For the sake of promotion, Wang Ding''an had allowed her to be branded a hooligan and paraded through the streets. Now he had to live with this slovenly wife, ving away for her.


    Mi Fangy back on the sofa, her feet that had been fermenting in leather shoes and stockings all day giving off a sour stench. She suddenly rolled over and said meaningfully, "Yan Zhao''s father was promoted by my uncle. Our Mi family is their Yan family''s great benefactor - they can never repay that kindness in several lifetimes. Yan Wei is so grateful to Mi Lan because of this. Yan Zhao is an ingrate - it''s like he doesn''t know gratitude at all?"


    Yan Wei was indeed extremely amodating towards Mi Lan. Mi Fang said this to hint that Wang Ding''an should learn from him.


    Wang Ding''an remained silent. Mi Fang continued, "Yan Zhao is so smug just being a deputy bureau chief. How can hepare to my dad? I heard he''s quite stubborn at work. What''s Chen Men like - is she smart? She said the other day she wanted to deposit all her money with me. I''ve been waiting. Hopefully she''s a clever one..."


    Her voice grew softer as she pondered something. She scratched her foot for a while, then started picking her nose. After picking, she wiped the snot on the sofa.


    Wang Ding''an said nothing, thinking to himself that while Yan Zhao might be smug, at least he wouldn''t go to jail. Her father was about to be imprisoned soon.


    Nothing else happened that evening. Early the next morning, Mi Fang got up early to go to work. Wang Ding''an sat by the bedside for a while, then opened Mi Fang''s drawer and took out a stack of bank passbooks. He used the home phone to page Yan Zhao.


    It wasn''t that he had suddenly developed a conscience. He had always known that Mi Fang used to bully Qi Songlu.


    But it wasn''t easy for a child from a poor family to have good prospects, so he could only endure it.


    However, now Mi Fang was reaching out her greedy hands, itching to bully Chen Men.


    The police system used to be the domain of Chief Mi''s gang of old hooligans. As batches of military transfer cadres reced them, it was now the military transfers who held power. He needed to distance himself from Chief Mi early to keep his job, otherwise he would be squeezed out by those military transfers.


    Wang Ding''an needed to follow the prevailing wind. He would formally report Chief Mi for involvement in organized crime and collecting protection fees.


    The evidence he possessed was moreprehensive than what Yan Zhao had, and as Chief Mi''s son-inw and a member of the Jinxi Branch Bureau, his report carried special significance. After discussing with Sun Nutao, Yan Zhao coordinated with people from two other branch bureaus. Four branch bureaus simultaneously reported the situation to the city bureau.


    After careful consideration, Zhang Chao, the chief of the city bureau, no longer showed consideration for his old leader''s reputation. He officially announced that the Jindong Branch Bureau would arrest Chief Mi!


    ...


    The rift between Yuanyuan and Little Wang not only hadn''t improved, but was getting worse.


    Little Wang practiced boxing every day, striving to be the fiercest brother.


    But he had gone astray. The more he practiced boxing and fought at school, the angrier Yuanyuan became, increasingly ignoring him.


    On the 2nd, payday, Yan Zhao had mentioned he wanted to buy clothes. It happened to be the weekend, so Chen Men took the three children and paged Yan Zhao after work, saying she would wait for him on the third floor of the department store. She took the children to browse the store first.


    Chen Men chatted with the children as they browsed. She first asked Little Wang, "Are you the fiercest in school now? Can you beat up all the boys?"


    "Pretty much. Many of the boys are afraid of me now," Little Wang said, clenching his fists.


    But in reality, his little fists were badly swollen. Recently, because he kept getting into fights, the teacher had called Chen Men in for a talk. The principal was even nning to speak with Yan Zhao. If that happened, not only would his fists be swollen, but his bottom would be too.


    Yuanyuan kept rolling her eyes at her brother in annoyance. Chen Men deliberately said, "How about this, Yuanyuan - I''ll transfer you to a different school. You must feel very embarrassed having such a fierce brother, right?"


    "Okay," Yuanyuan actually agreed.


    Little Wang suddenly stopped and turned to look at Yuanyuan. "Yan Shengnan, I''ve been fighting the ssmates who bully you. Why do you want to transfer schools?"


    "How has Liu Jiaxuan bullied me? He just wants to be my friend. He even told me that you used to bully him all the time. Now every time you hit him, he tells me," Yuanyuan said.


    Little Wang was furious, gesticting wildly. Liu Jiaxuan used to be his good friend, but ever since Yuanyuan was willing to be friends with him, he no longer paid any attention to Little Wang.


    So he was using Little Wang as a smokescreen to get close to Yuanyuan - he had ulterior motives.


    Chen Men had actually investigated: "I heard Liu Jiaxuan''s grades are quite good, better than our Little Wang. Yuanyuan, is it because Liu Jiaxuan studies well that you want to be friends with him?"


    "Mmhm," Yuanyuan nodded emphatically.


    Little Wang suddenly stopped in his tracks. That''s right - he had been angry about his good brother betraying him, but hadn''t considered that Liu Jiaxuan''s grades really were better than his.


    "Little Wang, how about studying hard and getting better grades than Liu Jiaxuan on the final exam?" Chen Men asked.


    Barking dogs don''t bite. Little Wang nodded silently, with a resolute and tragic expression of determination to teach his traitorous brother a lesson.


    Liu Jiaxuan, you despicable viin!


    The state-owned department store had recently opened a new counter - Goldlion.


    In the future, this brand''s clothes would be beloved by middle-aged and elderly men in third-tier cities. Chen Men browsed over.


    "Hello sister, helping your husband pick out clothes?" A very pretty girl walked over from the Montagut counter to the Goldlion section, smiling as she said, "Your children are so cute."


    "They argue all day long," Chen Men said in a low voice. "Their quarrels never end."


    "It''s the same with my brother and me. When we were kids in school, if I spoke even one extra word to a boy, my brother would go and beat him up. Now it''s funny - he''s scared off all the male ssmates, yet he''s constantly urging me to date." As she spoke, the girl took out seven or eight T-shirts, dress shirts and suits from behind the counter, saying: "Here, feel free to touch and choose whatever you like."


    It was still the era when salespeople looked down their noses at customers, so it was rare to find such a generous salesperson offering so many items at once.


    Yan Zhao had dark skin, which made choosing clothes difficult. Colors that were even slightly off would make him look even darker.


    Chen Men spotted a T-shirt that looked particrly high quality. She nced at the price tag on the counter and swallowed hard. It wasn''t that she couldn''t afford it, but Yan Zhao couldn''t - it cost 380 yuan.


    "Don''t be afraid. Just tell me which one you like, and I''ll give you the insider price," the salesperson said.


    "How much of a discount can you offer?" Chen Men had to try. If it was only 10% or 20% off, she wouldn''t bother having Yan Zhao try it on.


    "My brother rented these counters with his military pension, and I run them myself. You tell me - how much are you willing to pay?" the salesperson unexpectedly replied.


    Designer clothing definitely had huge profit margins. Chen Men thought to herself that this young girl, despite her age, had good business sense. Her brother must be quite capable too - likely an ex-soldier. Using a military pension to rent retail space was the best choice in these times.


    "What year did your brother leave the army? Does he know Yan Zhao?" Chen Men thought if her brother happened to be Yan Zhao''s fellow soldier, it would be easier to negotiate the price.


    "Yan Zhao? You mean Officer Yan from the Jindong Branch Bureau? That''s my brother''s old regimentalmander! He''ll be here shortly. What a coincidence - we''re actually helping choose clothes for their oldmander," the salesperson said with a smile.


    Chen Men was suddenly very curious about this girl''s brother. It was rare to find someone from the military with a good head for business. Who exactly was this girl''s brother?


    ...


    Meanwhile, Yan Zhao had obtained the arrest warrant to formally arrest Director Mi.


    Mi Fang, being a rtive and specifically reported by Wang Ding''an, with most of the bribes received by Director Mi in her possession, was also to be summoned for questioning as part of the investigation.


    She was at her workce today, in her office.


    She had just helped someone carry out some illegal operations, which could result in a 10-year prison sentence if discovered.


    But she wasn''t worried. She had connections, she had her father. She never concerned herself with such matters.


    She had just seen off a client and was pondering work-rted issues.


    Chen Men still hadn''t made therge deposit, so her savings bank continued tog behind Song Huaihua''s. Rumor had it that the postal headquarters was considering promoting Song Huaihua directly to head of the loan department at headquarters - the most lucrative position in the banking industry. Mi Fang was incredibly envious.


    She didn''t dare to easily harass Chen Men, but was contemting whether to find some people to teach Song Huaihua a lesson.


    Just then, the police arrived, saying they needed her to assist with an investigation.


    Mi Fang had no idea it was about her father''s case. She assumed some small-time thug had been arrested for assault and implicated her.


    This was easy to handle - she could just find Wang Ding''an to resolve it.


    Seeing several tellers looking at her curiously, she said cheerfully, "I''ll be right back."


    After all, she had people in high ces.


    As long as her father was alive, she would never be in trouble!


    Yan Zhao got off work, and he wasn''t alone. Ma Bo, Zong Jin, Song Qianye, and several otherrades were with him. They had all received their sries and were heading to the department store to buy some designer clothes from Xiong Dapao, the only businessman among them.


    The group chatted about the case as they walked, since it was only two stops away.


    Xiong Dapao didn''t just deal in clothing; he was also a small-time contractor, the type who would do any business that made money. He was dressed very fashionably, leaning against his Harley motorcycle, wearing a helmet, waiting for hisrades at the entrance of the department store.


    As soon as they met, he took off his helmet, revealing skin that was fair, smooth, and radiant. He put on his sunsses, showing off his red lips and white teeth.


    "Come on, let''s go upstairs. It''s on me today, choose whatever you like," Xiong Dapao said with a snap of his fingers.


    Yan Zhao had been busy and hadn''t checked his pager, so he didn''t know Chen Men had been waiting for him. As they went upstairs, what a coincidence - Chen Men was there with Xiong Dapao''s sister, Xiong Xiaohua, looking at suits. The whole group came bustling in.


    For now, let''s not discuss what Yan Zhao was thinking.


    All the police officers froze the moment they saw Men.


    How would Captain Yan introduce her?

 Chapter 78

    Ma Bo guessed that Yan Zhao must be feeling quite awkward at the moment. As coincidence would have it, Captain Yan had been keeping Chen Men''s photo all this time. Xiong Dapao had asked for it a few times before, but he never gave it to him.


    Of course,ter on everyone got married, so no one brought up that topic anymore.


    After all, they were all adults now with families and children. Xiong Dapao''s rtionship with his wife was a mess, so they tried to avoid making jokes that might upset him.


    So Ma Bo reached out to steer Xiong Dapao away, saying: "I just remembered something, let''s go..."


    "This must be sister-inw, right?" Xiong Dapao shook off Ma Bo''s hand and was already walking towards Men with his hand outstretched: "It''s great to finally meet you! I hear you''re also in the construction business. We should work together sometime!"


    He called out "sister-inw" quite loudly.


    Yan Zhao remainedposed: "Men, this is Xiong Dapao, my army buddy. He''s also in construction now."


    "Come on, let''s pick out some clothes. It''s my treat today," said Xiong Dapao.


    Chen Men nced at the helmet in Xiong Dapao''s hand, then noticed his booming voice that sounded like he had a speaker installed in his mouth. Suddenly she remembered - wasn''t this the same guy who had scared off a group of hooligans on a motorcycle the first time she went to the wholesale market? He had even pointed at her nose and told her to call him "sir" in the local Xiping dialect.


    Clearly, Xiong Dapao had seen and recognized her before, since he had called out her name directly that time and demanded she address him as "sir" in the local dialect.


    This young man had such fair skin. He was clearly a businessman, dressed head to toe in designer brands. His demeanor and appearance were quite different from Yan Zhao and the other civil servants.


    Zhou Xueqin had rejected him on Chen Men''s behalf, saying his skin was too dark and he was too ugly.


    Zhou Xueqin was the daughter of a party secretary. Back when the matchmakers were introducing potential husbands, she was able to look at photos and pick men for Chen Men. That''s how she had chosen Yan Zhao, the one with the highest rank. But why had she rejected Xiong Dapao on Chen Men''s behalf?


    Could it be that she saw how handsome and fair-skinned this young man was, and worried Chen Men would marry too well, so she deliberately rejected him?


    In the past, because their elder sister-inw was from the city and they were afraid she wouldn''t want to stay in the countryside if her family was politically rehabilitated, Chen Men and her brother Chen Degong had been incredibly generous to Zhou Xueqin''s family. Every year they would fatten up a pig and send everything but the tail and internal organs to the city for them to eat. And this was the kind of rtive that had produced?


    No wonder Xiong Dapao was indignant and shouting. You couldn''t find a young man with fairer skin or a more handsome face in all of Xiping City.


    "How much is this suit?" Chen Men asked, pointing to a suit.


    Xiong Dapao nced sideways and actually winked at Chen Men: "880 yuan."


    Xiong Xiaohua cried out anxiously: "Brother!" She had just quoted Chen Men a price of 480 yuan, and now Xiong Dapao was saying 880. What would Chen Men think?


    The police department had a bonus in July, but even with their regr sry it only amounted to 600 yuan. Besides, the current Western-style suits had such wide, padded shoulders that they made the wearer''s head look tiny inparison - extremely unstylish. Chen Men hadn''t really nned on buying Yan Zhao this kind of suit anyway.


    She didn''t pay much attention to the price discrepancy between the two siblings. After all, there''s no business without a bit of trickery, and it''s a universal truth that you try to make the most profit from friends and rtives.


    So she put the suit down and said, "I don''t think Western suits really suit my Yan Zhao. You all take your time looking. We''ll go to the tailor outside to have a couple outfits made for him."


    "Sister-inw, wait! We have an insider price," Xiong Xiaohua quickly said.


    Yan Zhao didn''t really want to wear designer brands either. He had only agreed because Chen Men kept mentioning that she wanted him to buy some nice clothes. Her suggestion aligned perfectly with his wishes.


    "Let''s go buy from outside," he said as he picked up Little Lang and took Yuanyuan''s hand, striding out.


    Chen Men followed closely behind, also turning to leave.


    The police officers didn''t have high sries and weren''t really after designer brands anyway. They had just been browsing casually. Seeing that Yan Zhao wasn''t buying anything, they all left together.


    "Brother, what''s wrong with you?" Xiong Xiaohua said, giving Xiong Dapao a shove. "Quick, go after them! I already quoted the real price earlier. I told her that suit was 480 yuan."


    Xiong Dapao had been discharged from the army due to injury three years before Yan Zhao. He had started doing business to pay for his son''s milk powder and had been at it for four years now. Standing behind the counter, he just pursed his lips without saying anything.


    But he turned and picked out a few men''s short-sleeved T-shirts from the counter, handing them to Xiong Xiaohua: "I''ll give you an address. When you get off workter, take these shirts and deliver them to sister-inw personally. They''re a gift. Alright?"


    Xiong Xiaohua took the clothes and red at her brother: That''s more like it.


    At the tailor shop outside, they took measurements and chose styles from a clothing catalog. A white dress shirt plus tailoring fee only cost 8 yuan. Men''s clothing wouldn''t change much even in the future. As long as a man had a good figure, he''d look good even wearing a sack.


    After ordering two outfits, the family took the bus home.


    As they entered the house, Little Wang suddenly said: "Mom, remember? We met that uncle at the wholesale market before. Uncle Dapao."


    Yan Zhao paused mid-step: "You''ve met before?"


    Chen Men couldn''t help but smile. This man definitely had a guilty conscience. Not only had he kept her photo, but he also knew she liked chestnut cake. He just wasn''t the type to talk much. Although it was just a guess, Chen Men figured she was probably about 80-90% correct - he must have seen her before.


    But she wanted to ask who Xiong Dapao had been looking for, so she briefly recounted how Xiong Dapao had scared away Qi Songlu with one shout, then asked: "Why didn''t that young man join the police force?"


    "He was discharged three years before me. At that time, you had to pay bribes to get into the police system. For his child''s milk money, he could only go into business," Yan Zhao said.


    Now Chen Men felt a bit vain. She had already imagined a dramatic scenario in her mind where Yan Zhao didn''t want her to meet Xiong Dapao, so he deliberately prevented him from joining the police force.


    "Is he married? Did he marry someone local?" In those days it was fashionable to speak Mandarin, so Xiong Dapao''s local ent sounded quite funny, but also quite down-to-earth.


    Yan Zhao''s brow furrowed imperceptibly: "A female worker from the Ximei Factory."


    Chen Men thought to herself, that girl was really lucky to snag a handsome, fair-skinned ex-soldier who was willing to go into business for his child''s milk money.


    But then Yan Zhao immediately said: "She left their child and went to Japan, so he couldn''t work at the police station. The station''s duties are too heavy, and he wouldn''t be able to take care of the child."


    "His wife actually went to Japan?" Chen Men eximed in surprise.


    In those days, many people were going to Japan to seek their fortune. Hadn''t Yan Dawei''s brother-inw gone? But how many of those who went to Japan could earn money legitimately?


    Many women who went were forced into prostitution and became "working girls".


    Even the handsome Xiong Dapao couldn''t keep his wife from leaving?


    Yan Zhao was about to clean up the kitchen, but seeing Chen Men''s look of regret, he suddenly frowned: "Is his skin very fair?"


    Was he blind? Xiong Dapao''s skin was radiantly white, and he had a nice smile too. They were about the same age, but Yan Zhao looked like an old man while Xiong Dapao still looked youthful.


    Yan Zhao was wiping the bottom of the wok, his grip getting tighter and tighter. The wok handle was wooden and prone to breaking. Yan Zhao had broken it several times before, and now it looked like it was about to snap again.


    "But I still think men look better with darker skin, really. You look better than him," Chen Men quickly said.


    If she hadn''t said that, she was afraid Yan Zhao would break her wok handle again.


    Yan Zhao looked up in disbelief and actually asked: "Really?" The curiosity on his face was like Little Lang listening to her made-up stories withplete trust.


    Chen Men nodded quickly. Getting the wok handle reattached cost 20 cents each time, and she didn''t want it to break.


    "Actually, back then..." Yan Zhao had just opened his mouth when there was a knock at the door. The courtyard gate was open, and Xiong Xiaohua entered carrying a bag. She first asked: "Is this Captain Yan''s home?"


    Seeing Chen Men poking her head out of the kitchen, she quickly said: "Sister-inw, my brother was just joking earlier. Our clothes aren''t that expensive. These are some Lacoste T-shirts that my brother picked out personally. Please keep them for Captain Yan to wear."


    Xiong Xiaohua was 24 this year. She was a cute young woman who knew how to interact with people. Chen Men liked her very much. She took the bag and said: "Come in and have a seat. I''m about to make dinner. Stay and eat with us."


    "I can''t, I have to go pick up my nephew from school," Xiong Xiaohua said as she put down the bag and hurried off.


    Chen Men walked Xiong Xiaohua all the way to the vige entrance. She reached into the paper bag and pulled out two T-shirts - one was bright green and the other was pink.


    As she held them in her hands, she was stunned for a moment.


    These days, the crocodile logo was fake, domestically produced, but the quality wasn''t bad.


    The colors would look good on someone with fair skin, but on Yan Zhao, it would be a disaster.


    This wasn''t just giving clothes; Xiong Dapao was deliberately pping her in the face!


    He was mocking her for initially disliking him for being too dark, and now she was only fit to marry someone like Yan Zhao with his dark face.


    This young man was quite cunning, too cunning to deserve such a straightforward nickname as "Dapao" (cannon).


    Moreover, when Lu Jingyu had once said she wasn''t suitable for engineering work, Yan Zhao had suggested that she hand over the project to one of hisrades. Chen Men now realized that he must have been referring to Xiong Dapao.


    In Yan Zhao''s mind, Xiong Dapao was a good brother, arade, and even someone he considered capable of doing engineering work. It was clear he thought highly of Xiong Dapao.


    Chen Men decided not to take out the clothes to upset him.


    It wasughable. Just when she saw Xiong Dapao, Chen Men had felt a bit of regret, thinking that if it weren''t for Zhou Xueqin''s interference back then, marrying such a soldier would have been quite nice. But in an instant, she had been pped in the face by him.


    She thought for a moment and decided to take the two T-shirts to the construction site for Chen Degong to wear.


    Yan Zhao had just finished a phone call. After hanging up, he came out and asked Chen Men, "Why did Xiaohua leave?"


    "She brought me two pieces of clothing, said she was busy, and left," Chen Men said, hiding the clothes behind her back.


    Xiong Dapao surely hoped she would give the clothes to Yan Zhao, and then the couple would get angry and embarrassed together.


    But she wouldn''t do that.


    She refused to get angry. Instead, she would be happy. It was all just a game, after all!


    How fortunate she was. Although she had taken a detour, the man she married was straightforward and had a much broader mind than other men.


    ...


    Early the next morning, Dongfang Group notified Chen Men to collect payment. The first installment of the project fund was 120,000 yuan. It was perfect timing as the farmers had just finished harvesting wheat, and they could work hard until the end of the year from now on.


    On her way to collect the payment, Men bought another bouquet of lilies and carried them into Cui Min''s office.


    Cui Min loved flowers. Seeing Chen Men carrying a bouquet of lilies, she eximed, "The roses you gave mest time, I often added some c to the water, and theysted for so long. They''ve just wilted. Thank you for bringing me flowers again."


    She handed Chen Men the receipt to sign. Seeing that Chen Men actually had an invoice, Cui Min was shocked: "We don''t need invoices for our ounts at this stage. A receipt is enough. Why did you get an invoice?"


    Invoices had to be obtained from the tax bureau and taxes paid to the state.


    With just a receipt, that tax money could be pocketed.


    In this era, tax management was not standardized, and almost no one voluntarily paid taxes to the state.


    But Chen Men still said, "Please keep the invoice. It''s fine."


    She felt the pain of paying taxes to the state, but she was more afraid of future tax audits for tax evasion.


    Just in these past two days, the "Yellow River Bad" film crew had sent her a few movie tickets, saying that the film was about to be released. They invited her to bring Yuanyuan and the whole family to watch it in the cinema.


    They also mentioned that their next film was in preparation, and there might be a role for Yuanyuan to y again.


    Yuanyuan might be a singer or a movie star in the future.


    Having a mother who evaded taxes could ruin her entire future. She didn''t want to risk her child''s prospects.


    After pouring a cup of tea, Cui Min said, "By the way, Mi Lan just called me and told me to hurry and buy Capital Construction bonds. She guaranteed that this time the bonds would definitely increase in value. In half a month, they would rise by at least 30%. I really don''t like investing, but what she said was so tempting. What should I do?"


    This was an era when everyone participated in stock trading and bond spection.


    All rtives and neighbors, whoever bought bonds from a certainpany, would call on their acquaintances and motivate everyone around them to buy together. The enthusiasm was almost like the future multi-level marketing schemes.


    Of course, buying together could drive the price higher, which was actually a form of disguised multi-level marketing.


    The People''s Daily newspaper had a special column that listed the prices and fluctuations of national debt and corporate bonds from the previous day.


    "Are you sure Mi Lan bought Capital Construction?" Chen Men''s heart suddenly tightened.


    Cui Min whispered, "She said that Capital Construction is indeed falling at the moment, but after a big drop, there must be a big rise. Buying now is called bottom fishing. If you can buy 300,000 yuan worth, you''ll definitely make 100,000 yuan next month."


    What a coincidence.


    In her previous life, Lu Jingyu hadter made some money and thought he was smarter than Chen Men. She intuitively felt that Capital Construction wasn''t good and suggested buying Capital Steel instead, but Lu Jingyu insisted on buying Capital Construction. They had a big fight, and Lu Jingyu bought 10,000 yuan worth of Capital Construction behind her back.


    But the state-owned construction industry was currently being impacted by construction teams made up of migrant workers, with no prospects.


    Steel and oil were always golden rice bowls. Even if thepany itself wasn''t doing well, the state would strongly support it withrge fiscal investments. The industry had prospects, and the bonds wouldn''t fall in this sensitive year of 1989. They could weather the storm.


    So Lu Jingyu had also bought at the bottom, but after buying at the bottom, not only did he not see a rise, but he faced bankruptcy.


    At first, when it was falling, Lu Jingyu keptforting himself: "The newspaper said it will rise tomorrow."


    He kept saying this for several days until the newspaper announced that Capital Construction was going bankrupt and restructuring, and bond trading was suspended. Only then did he shut up.


    If Mi Lan had bought Capital Construction, what awaited her was not just losing money, but bankruptcy. The bonds would rot in her hands, bing a pile of waste paper.


    A while ago, Chen Men had harbored some mischievous thoughts, thinking that Mi Lan had already made a lot of money with that 300,000 yuan, even enough to buy a house, so losing a bit wouldn''t matter. But now she didn''t dare to y around anymore. She had to notify Yan Peiheng immediately and tell him to order Mi Lan to return the money. Otherwise, if Mi Lan continued to mess around, Little Wang''s 300,000 yuan would go up in smoke and turn into nothing.


    "Sister Cui, you''re busy. I''ll head home first," Chen Men said.


    Cui Min looked at the funny green backpack Chen Men was carrying and said with a smile, "Go ahead. I''ll ask our unit''s cashier to buy a few green backpacks too. It''s not bad for carrying money."


    After leaving Dongfang Group, Chen Men quickly went to the kindergarten to pick up Little Lang. She also informed Qin Yu to help pick up Little Wang and Yuanyuan after school. Then she hurried back home.


    As soon as she entered the door, she heard the phone ringing.


    Little Langined that the food at the kindergarten wasn''t good today, he hadn''t eaten, and his tummy was hungry. He wanted to eat a meat tbread. Chen Men gave him 50 cents and told him to go buy one himself.


    She went into the room and answered the phone. With just a "hello," she recognized the voice immediately. It was Yan Peiheng calling.


    "Mi Lan''s health is not good, but she must return Little Wang''s money. Worried about her having an ident, I asked Yan Wei to apany her to Xiping City. The two of them went by train. They''ve been gone for four days already. They said they couldn''t buy express train tickets, so they took an old green-skinned train. But they should arrive today. Please receive them properly." Yan Peiheng clearly had deep feelings for Mi Lan. He sighed and said, "Your second sister-inw has had heart disease since childhood. She used to have heart attacks more than once because of Zhou Xueqin''s provocations. Her father did me a favor, and Yan Wei''s brother also grew up under her mother''s care. The Wang family next door are great benefactors to our family. Give me face and take good care of her."


    Today was July 15th.


    It had been a long time since early July.


    Obviously, Mi Lan had been using her illness as an excuse to dying to Xiping City.


    But with Yan Peiheng''s straightforward male character, if you can''t go, I''ll find someone to apany you, but you must return the money.


    Capital Construction had been falling sincest month. Everyone thought it had hit bottom, but it fell again. People thought today was the bottom and bought in, only for it to fall again the next day, making everyone''s faces turn green.


    But in a few days, an even bigger blow awaited everyone. It would directly close trading and be delisted.


    After hanging up the phone, because she had never let Little Lang go out of the vige alone before, and the area at the vige entrance was chaotic now, fearing he might be kidnapped, Chen Men quickly chased after him.


    As soon as she stepped out, she saw Little Lang sitting on a small chair in the empty space his father had cleared in front of the coal yard. He was holding a paper bag, examining it intently.


    Two people stood beside the child. One was Yan Wei, and the other was a thin young woman with permed hair. She wore arge face mask and sun hat, and long sleeves despite the June heat. Her back was slightly hunched as she sat on a stool, staring at Little Lang.


    "Is this Zhou Xueqin''s second son?" The woman''s voice held suppressed amazement. "How can he be so beautiful?"


    The round-faced little boy had fair skin and very red lips. His eyes weren''trge, but his eyebrows were delicate. Though he resembled Yan Zhao, his features were especially endearing, without any of his father''s fierce look.


    Yan Wei stood with his hands in his pockets, his face full of regret. "Lan, I''m begging you. Let''s sell the bonds and the apartment, scrape together all the money we can. We only need to keep seven or eight thousand for ourselves. Let''s pay back the 300,000 to Little Wang and be done with this, okay?"


    This woman was obviously Mi Lan. The couple had been forced by Yan Peiheng toe and repay Little Wang''s money.


    "I told you, Capital Construction is bound to go up," Mi Lan said with certainty.


    Yan Wei was so frustrated he almost stamped his foot. "It''s been four days since we left the capital, and it''s dropped 17% overall. Give me a straight answer - when will it go up?"


    "Why are you shouting? Aren''t you afraid someone will hear?" Mi Lan hissed, lowering her voice. "I guarantee the money will be repaid, so what are you worried about?"


    Chen Men didn''t alert the couple to her presence. Seeing them start to argue, she decided to stand and listen to what else they might say.


    However, they didn''t discuss bonds or repayment further.


    Yan Wei pointed at Little Lang and said, "Back then, when Zhou Xueqin offered to give Little Lang to us, you absolutely refused. You said Zhou Xueqin was no good, so her child must be no good either. You wanted to adopt Yan Ha instead. Now look ¨C see how adorable my family''s child is, how lovable he looks."


    "No matter how lovable he is, he''s still Zhou Xueqin''s child. Have you forgotten how many times Zhou Xueqin drove me to have heart attacks?" Mi Lan said in a muffled voice, clutching her chest.


    Yan Wei looked exasperated. Being married, he knew her well, and he actually started to expose Mi Lan''s act: "Your heart condition res up whenever you''re unhappy. Who knows which times are real and which are fake?"


    "Yan Wei, how can you say that? Do you want to see me dead?" Mi Lan raised her voice.


    "Fine, fine, you''re always right, you''re the one who''s been wronged. Happy now?" Yan Wei said.


    Just then, Yan Wei sensed someone behind him. He turned to see Chen Men standing in the doorway and quickly stood up. "Men, let me introduce you. This is your second sister-inw, Mi Lan."


    This couple was quite interesting. They''d been forced by Yan Peiheng toe repay the money, but who knew how they nned to do it? They were still arguing now ¨C would they magically produce a sum of money for herter?


    "Just got off the train?" Chen Men said with a smile. "Come inside and sit down."


    "Yes, a slow train. We were jolted around for four whole days and nights. Exhausting," Mi Lan said as she came to shake Chen Men''s hand. "Dad said Third Brother found a good daughter-inw this time. He was right ¨C Men, I never imagined you''d be so beautiful."


    Yan Wei had very fair skin, looking a lot like Su Wen. Chen Men nced at him, and his face reddened slightly.


    Little Lang jumped up. "Mama, the auntie gave me bread."


    Mi Lan had given Little Lang a piece of bread. Chen Men took it and saw "Eastern Airlines" written on the wrapper. She turned it over to check the production date ¨C it was from six days ago. This was an in-flight meal bread, but Yan Wei had clearly said they''d left the capital four days ago. Did this mean they had actually flown to Xiping City and had been here for four days already?


    Moreover, if they''de directly from the capital to Xiping City, shouldn''t they have brought luggage? Yan Wei had nothing, and Mi Lan only carried a small purse. They didn''t even have a change of clothes or toiletries. How could they have taken a four-day train ride like that?


    So this couple must have arrived in Xiping City four days ago. They were probably discussing strategies for repaying the money with someone, and only came today after finalizing their n. They must already have a ce to stay, otherwise how could people nowadays travel without toothbrushes and a change of clothes?


    Sure enough, Mi Lan approached Chen Men and casually asked, "Men, Third Brother works at the police station, right? My cousin Mi Fang and my second uncle were taken away by the police and aren''t at home. Do you know what''s going on?"


    Mi Fang and Director Mi had been detained two days ago, but until the case was settled, it would only be called "assisting with an investigation" to outsiders.


    So Chen Men said, "I guess they''re helping with some case investigation. Director Mi is in the police system himself, so it''s normal for him to assist with investigations."


    Mi Lan red at Yan Wei and gave a coldugh.


    Yan Wei turned his head, pretending not to see Mi Lan''s eye-roll.


    Chen Men also smiled. Clearly, after Mi Lan arrived, she must have been staying with Mi Fang and her father. But when they were suddenly detained and couldn''t be found, the couple probably hadn''t figured out the situation yet.


    Yan Wei seemed worried, afraid that Director Mi had gotten involved in some case. Mi Lan was certainly arguing the opposite, believing her second uncle was fine and there was no problem.


    A battle of nces, indeed.


    As they entered the courtyard, Mi Lan saw Little Lang still holding the bread without eating it. She said, "Eat it. You rural children probably haven''t had bread before, right?"


    It was the 1990s ¨C why would anyone think rural children had never seen bread?


    "I''ll eat when Mama says I can," Little Lang said.


    Mi Lan walked over to Little Lang and crouched down to be at eye level with the child. In a half-teasing tone, she asked, "Do you remember your real mother, Zhou Xueqin? This bread is from Zhou Xueqin. She''s your real mother ¨C wouldn''t you eat it if she told you to?"


    Little Lang was a bit slow and couldn''t quite follow. He was curious about who Zhou Xueqin was.


    Chen Men was in the kitchen boiling water for tea. Yan Wei was also in the courtyard and immediately rebuked Mi Lan in a low voice: "Mi Lan, what are you doing?"


    "I''m just ying with the child. Men is being so gracious and not getting angry, so why are you upset?" Mi Lan thought Yan Wei was overreacting. She turned to Chen Men with a smile. "Right, Men? Dad said you''re very generous, kind, and well-mannered. You''re certainly not angry, are you? People often ask our Yan Ha the same thing, and I never get upset."


    Yan Wei and his wife had lost their only child, but the child they adopted was Mi Lan''s older sister''s son, so he was Mi Lan''s own nephew. People value blood rtionships, and a sibling''s child is almost like one''s own.


    If others made such jokes with Mi Lan, of course she wouldn''t be angry. For her, a birth mother and a stepmother were the same ¨C they were sisters.


    But what rtionship did Chen Men have with Zhou Xueqin?


    "I''m not angry, but I''m not that generous either. Little Lang does have a birth mother, but what does that have to do with you, Second Sister-inw? If this bread really is from Zhou Xueqin, what if it''s expired or gone bad? Should Little Lang still eat it? If he gets sick, will you take responsibility, or will Zhou Xueqin?" Chen Men countered.


    Mi Lan''s face twitched as she held the bread. "This is bread from an airne. Have you ever flown? Do you know what airne meals are like?"


    Chen Men took the bread wrapper, turned it over, and held it up to Mi Lan''s face. "What does this have to do with whether I''ve flown or not? It says right here ¨C the shelf life is three days, and it''s already three days past expiration."


    She tossed the bread wrapper to Yan Wei and held out her hand directly. "Second Brother came to repay the money, right? Where''s Little Wang''s money? Give it to me."


    If you''re here to repay, just do it. Why all this fuss?

 Chapter 79

    As soon as this question was asked, Yan Wei''s face reddened again.


    He looked at Mi Lan and asked, "Where''s the money?"


    Mi Lan hesitated for a moment: "Isn''t the money Yan Wangqi''s? I thought it was supposed to be returned to Third Brother. Yan Wei, who do you think I should give the money to? I''ve never dared to make decisions about our financial matters. Men is better at managing the household than me. Look at how Third Brother''s family finances are all in Men''s hands."


    Chen Men thought to herself, no wonder Zhou Xueqin wanted to make Mi Lan so furious. These words were beautifully said.


    Beautiful, yet infuriating.


    She smiled and said: "Second Brother is still impressive. Are you too much of a male chauvinist at home? Look how manyints Second Sister-inw has. You should let her manage the finances at home from now on."


    Indirect insults, who can''t do that?


    If Yan Wei could actually control the family''s money, would he be in such a difficult position right now? He snatched the bag from Mi Lan''s hand and threw it into the trash with a thud: "Give the money to whoever you want, as long as you can pay it back."


    Mi Lan took a deep breath, clutching her chest and ring at Yan Wei. Was she about to have a heart attack?


    But after a long silence, she still didn''t take out the money, nor did she have a heart attack.


    Chen Men decided not to make tea anymore and went into the kitchen instead. She first fried two eggs for Little Lang to fill his stomach. She then peeled potatoes and washed cucumbers, preparing to cook.


    Little Lang hadn''t eaten well at noon, so he quickly devoured the two fried eggs. For his daily routine, he ran to the living room and steadily assumed a horse stance.


    Mi Lan sat on a stool, her eyes fixed intently on Little Lang.


    Yan Ha was her sister''s son. Because he was spoiled by many people since childhood, he became particrly pampered. When he was adopted at five years old, he already had memories and knew who his birth parents were. If Yan Wei and Mi Lan scolded him even once, he would return to his own home after school.


    They had to buy lots of snacks and toys to coax him back, and it took a long time.


    Moreover, pampering the child made him delicate. He couldn''t bear the wind or rain. Now at nine years old, he still needed to ride on Yan Wei''s shoulders toe home after school.


    But look at how tough Little Lang is. There''s a locust tree behind the courtyard with many moths. The moths wouldnd on Little Lang''s forehead one moment and on the tip of his nose the next, yet he remained perfectly still in his horse stance, focusing inward.


    How exactly did Chen Men raise him?


    But leaving that aside, she and Yan Wei were forced by Yan Peiheng toe and repay the money.


    Something strange had happened to Yan Peiheng. Previously, when he heard that Chen Men was actually the ex-wife of a nouveau riche, he was so angry he couldn''t sleep for several nights. He yelled and cursed at home, scolding everyone until they didn''t dare open their mouths.


    He came to Xiping City and stayed for only 12 hours in total.


    After returning to the capital, he changedpletely. The only way to describe him was as if he had been bathed in spring breeze. Every day he would ask people about their daughters-inw, and the conversation would always turn to Chen Men. He couldn''t go three sentences without praising her.


    He was especially close to Director Cui, because he could always get thetest news about Chen Men from him. He woulde back and share it with the whole family.


    Later, Wang Gebi couldn''t stand it anymore and secretly told Mi Lan that this was why many people cursed their father-inw as an old bastard who had no shame.


    Fortunately, Chen Men wasn''t around. If she were also in the capital, he would probably praise his daughter-inw to the point where even pigs and dogs would despise him.


    But since her father-inw liked the third daughter-inw, Mi Lan had to like her too.


    She also had to repay the money today, because they needed Yan Peiheng''s help to process the paperwork for their trip abroad. He was now withholding the paperwork, insisting they repay the money first.


    However, as Chen Men had guessed, the method of repayment was a bit convoluted. It was an idea that Mi Lan hade up with after rushing to Xiping City and discussing with Mi Fang for two days.


    In Mi Lan''s mind, rural people like Chen Men and Yan Zhao could never understand the methods of city people like her, so overall she felt quite at ease.


    It''s just that Mi Fang had gone to the police station and there was no news yet. She was anxious to find out what was happening, so she was a bit impatient now, hoping Yan Zhao woulde back soon.


    After sitting for a while, she suddenly remembered that since she had arrived home, she should let Yan Peiheng know.


    This way, he would help them arrange things and process their travel abroad more quickly.


    "By the way, Men, I just got home and I''m about to give you the money. Dad would definitely want to know right away. You have a phone at home, right? Let me call Dad," she said.


    If Chen Men hadn''t seen Yan Wei''s face turn red then white, then red again, looking so embarrassed he might want to find a hole to crawl into,


    She might have really believed that Mi Lan actually had a check for 300,000 yuan for her.


    She pointed to Yan Zhao''s bedroom: "The phone is in that room."


    Mi Lan went into the bedroom and dialed the number, deliberately putting the phone on speaker.


    While waiting for someone to pick up, she beckoned to Chen Men: "Come in, Men, say a few words to our dad."


    However, the person who answered the phone wasn''t Yan Peiheng, but a woman with a particrly gentle voice: "Hello."


    "It''s me, Mommy, your little Lan. Where''s Dad?" Mi Lan asked enthusiastically.


    Wang Gebi on the other end of the lineughed and said: "Peiheng has a meeting tonight and won''t be back untilter. I''m making pigeon soup for him now. How are you? How''s your health?"


    "Mommy, my health is not good, but I really like Men. I want to stay in the countryside for a few more days," Mi Lan said excitedly.


    The woman on the other end alsoughed: "That''s fine. Peiheng will be happy to hear that you and Men are getting along so well."


    After Mi Lan hung up the phone, Chen Men thought to herself, this "Wang next door" doesn''t sound old at all.


    And calling her father-inw by his first name "Peiheng" is interesting.


    At this moment, Little Wang and Yuanyuan also came back from school. Entering the courtyard and seeing Yan Wei standing there, Yuanyuan recognized him first and called out "Second Uncle," and the clever girl immediately followed with "Second Aunt."


    Little Wang then quickly followed suit.


    Mi Lan reached out to take something, but Yan Wei stopped her. She had brought KFC for Mi Fang to eat, and snacks from the ne for her nephew. Yan Wei felt very ufortable about this.


    Chen Men also said to the two children: "Go inside and do your homework. You cane out to yter."


    Today was thest day of school, exams were over, and tomorrow would be the start of summer vacation.


    But the war between Little Wang and Yuanyuan hadn''t ended. Little Wang was particrly fired up, holding his breath and waiting for the final exam results toe out.


    Although Yuanyuan also regretted saying she wanted to drive her brother away, she still wasn''t talking to him because Little Wang hadn''t stopped bullying Liu Jiaxuan, whether at home or outside.


    Little Wang didn''t say anything on the surface, but Yuanyuan''s words about driving him away had already nted a thorn in his heart.


    Usually, the two children would each go to their own rooms, but today there was a guest in Yuanyuan''s room, so she had to go to Little Wang''s room.


    With the exams over, there was no homework to do. In this era of flourishing arts and culture, children''s favorite thing to do was to listen to songs and copy lyrics. Yuanyuan particrly enjoyed copying lyrics, which greatly increased her vocabry.


    But Little Wang had somehow gotten hold of a deck of cards and was shuffling them noisily.


    Suddenly, he spread all the cards on the table and pointed at them, saying: "Yan Shengnan, pick a card at random. Want to bet I can guess what it is?"


    The backs of the cards were indistinguishable, of course. Yuanyuan reached out and picked a card, secretly ncing at it before asking Little Wang: "What do you think it is?"


    "King of Hearts." Little Wang flipped the card over and mmed it down in front of Yuanyuan: "Am I impressive or what?"


    "Brother, how did you know that?" Yuanyuan was still young after all, and thought her brother was amazing. She immediately forgot her anger and started talking to him.


    Little Wang let out a cold snort: "Go ahead, you wanted to drive me away. See who else could y such fun games with you."


    Yuanyuan then said: "If you''re so capable, try to score higher than Liu Jiaxuan. He''s first in our grade. What about you?"


    Even children have their own social circles. The cunning Liu Jiaxuan came from a very wealthy family. His parents had a small suit made for him, and when he wore it, he looked just like the children on TV. What was even more irritating was that he was exceptionally good at studying.


    Little Wang was so angry he was gesticting wildly.


    ...


    Mi Lan sat on the steps wearing arge mask. Despite the hot summer weather, she was bundled up in manyyers of clothes, looking weak and constantly asking Chen Men when Yan Zhao would return.


    Yan Wei couldn''t bear to watch and found a fan to gently fan her.


    Chen Men didn''t think Mi Lan was suffocating fromck of fresh air; instead, she thought that with such arge mask, she might suffocate before the air could even get to her.


    However, she needed to call Yan Zhao and have hime back quickly, as Mi Lan had a heart condition and was Yan Peiheng''s precious treasure.


    If she had a heart attack in Yanguan Vige, Chen Men couldn''t bear the responsibility.


    Yan Zhao didn''t respond to the page, but after a while, he and Qi Songlu arrived at the doorstep, one in front of the other.


    Qi Songlu was leaning on Yan Zhao, who helped her all the way to the doorstep of Third Uncle''s house before turning back.


    Clothes make the man, Qi Songlu was already 172 cm tall, beautiful, and good at dressing herself. Especially after going through hardships, she had a resilient and charming aura.


    She was the kind of woman who would stand out in a crowd at first nce.


    Chen Men was standing at the kitchen door when she suddenly felt two warm breaths behind her. Turning around, she saw Mi Lan, who had been listless just moments ago, now standing behind her with sparkling eyes, full of curiosity: "Hey Men, that woman is quite pretty. Why is our Third Brother helping her? Who is she, and why is she so careless about herself?"


    Chen Men didn''t know why Yan Zhao was helping Qi Songlu.


    But there must be a reason.


    Mi Lan''s repeated probing made her even more annoying than her cousin Mi Fang.


    "She''s the ountant I hired, Second Sister-in-Law. Are you all so conservative in the city? Men helping women is such a big deal. What do you mean by ''decency'' and ''indecency''? Do you wear so manyyers just to be decent?" Chen Men retorted.


    Mi Lan had been testing the waters, but she found that Chen Men was much more formidable than Zhou Xueqin, and in a subtle way.


    With this kind of person, if you push hard, she retreats quietly.


    Yan Zhao entered the house, holding soap and a towel in one hand, turning on the tap to wash his face, and casually called out to his second brother, nodding to Mi Lan and greeting her as Second Sister-in-Law.


    Mi Lan smiled upon seeing Yan Zhao, then slowly took off her mask, coughed twice, and suddenly said, "Third Brother, no wonder our mother left all her money to Little Wang. I also gave birth to a grandson for her, but the child just wasn''t as lovable as Little Wang. Our mother left all her money to Little Wang and didn''t leave a penny for mine. My child was so unfortunate, he passed away right after his grandmother."


    She wasining about her deceased mother-inw in front of Yan Zhao, implying that she was biased, leaving money only for Little Wang and none for her son.


    The way she spoke, even if her own child died, she could me it on her deceased mother-inw. The usation was so sudden that not only Yan Zhao but even the deceased Su Wen would be caught off guard.


    Yan Zhao''s hands, which were cupping water, suddenly paused.


    The tap water flowed loudly, and the few people in the courtyard fell into silence for a moment.


    Yan Zhao abruptly turned to look at Yan Wei.


    Yan Wei immediately avoided his brother''s gaze.


    Of course, this was also what Yan Wei had always believed. He always thought that Su Wen and Yan Peiheng favored Third Brother, not him and his elder brother, otherwise why send them to the capital andter not leave them any money?


    That''s why he allowed Mi Lan to use that money to make a fortune.


    Even now, he still believed that as long as he could return the thirty thousand to Little Wang, everything would be fine.


    He never thought that letting Mi Lan use that money to make money was a mistake.


    "Second Sister-in-Law, are you talking about Qilin, the one who passed away at seven? I heard that since Qilin was born, you never let him drink tap water, always using distilled water. You were afraid that the outside air was toxic, so you always wore masks when going out. My mother wanted to see her grandson. I called, sent telegrams, and even said that if he couldn''t take the train, I would pay for the ne ticket for him toe to Yanguan Vige to see his grandmother. You were afraid the child would get poisoned in the countryside and wouldn''t let hime. How did such a well-cared-for child pass away?" Yan Zhao, who was usually silent, suddenly asked a series of questions.


    And each sentence was not just sharp but poisonous.


    Mi Lan opened her mouth: "Third Brother, everyone knows that my Qilin had poor health since he was young."


    "Second Sister-in-Law, do you think I''m blind? I saw Qilin when he was three years old in the capital. He was very healthy." Yan Zhao followed up immediately.


    No mother could remain silent when someone med her for her child''s death. Mi Lan instinctively turned to look at her husband, stammering, "Yan Wei, the child died of illness, not because of me. Listen to what your Third Brother is saying about me."


    Yan Zhao sshed water on his face, then suddenly turned to look at Yan Wei: "Second Brother, the child you couldn''t bear to bring to the countryside died?"


    The words were harsh, but they struck Yan Wei like a bolt of lightning, exploding in his mind.


    Yan Wei''s son was named Qilin. Because Mi Lan had a heart condition, giving birth was not easy, so they cherished the child greatly. As Yan Zhao said, they didn''t even let him drink tap water and always wore masks when going out.


    Yes, Su Wen had sent telegrams, pleading with Yan Wei to bring the child to see her.


    She wanted to see her grandson.


    But Mi Lan and Wang Gebi wouldn''t allow it.


    They insisted the child was sick, wearing three or fouryers of clothes even in summer, always wearing masks. The healthy child suddenly developed nephritis, and a fever took his life.


    Yan Zhao stared at Yan Wei, who was also looking at Yan Zhao.


    Yan Zhao''s appearance was honest, but he wasn''t stupid. He could see Yan Wei''s thoughts.


    Wiping his face dry with a towel, he handed the towel to Chen Men and headed to the kitchen: "Second Brother, if you resent Mother for being biased, you should think about this. Elder Brother was born in 1954, you in 1957. You were born during a time of natural disasters and widespread hunger. Not many children survived in the vige, including you two, andter there was also me and Yan Xing. What was her state of mind when she sent you to the capital? And what was her state of mind when you never let her see her grandson before she died?"


    When heined that his mother didn''t leave him any money, did he ever think about this? Yan Jun took his child abroad, and his son''s fate with Su Wen was unknown.


    Only Little Wang sat by her knees, ran around her door, andforted the olddy in her final moments, giving her a little joy and sce.


    What right did they have to ask the olddy for money?


    Yan Wei''s eyes reddened. After a long pause, under Little Lang''s surprised gaze, two lines of tears streamed down his face.


    In the capital, he had only listened to Mi Lan and Wang Gebi, resenting his mother, hating his mother.


    But he never thought about how his mother, when he resented her, had never resented him.


    Yan Zhao went straight into the kitchen.


    He had said in the morning that he would cook tonight. And there he was, taking a basin.


    Chen Men said, "Don''t cook yet. Ask Mi Lan for the money. She said they came to repay the debt and would leave after that."


    Chen Men couldn''t afford to take care of a heart patient. Let them show the money first.


    Yan Zhao then came out of the house and asked Yan Wei, "Second Brother, where''s the money?"


    Yan Wei actually wanted to tell the truth at this moment.


    But before he could open his mouth, Mi Lan quickly took out a deposit book from her small handbag and threw it to Yan Zhao: "Here it is, thirty thousand, not a penny less."


    In this era, using a deposit book for transactions was very inconvenient.


    Withdrawals from a current ount had to be done at a fixed bank, and if it was a fixed deposit, it was even more troublesome. You couldn''t withdraw it before the due date.


    And if it was over thirty thousand, you had to make an appointment at least a week in advance, and you needed to bring your ID to make the appointment.


    Mi Lan handed the book to Yan Zhao and immediately said, "My heart feels really ufortable. I need to go to the hospital, Yan Wei, hurry up and take me there."


    Yan Wei stood still, feeling that he had been particrly weak. If only he had been a bit more assertive and brought the child home, perhaps his mother wouldn''t have died with regrets.


    "Yan Wei, my chest hurts, I need to go to the hospital right away," Mi Lan said again.


    "Second Sister-in-Law, don''t leave. If it hurts, just endure it for a while," Yan Zhao suddenly said as Mi Lan moved towards the door.


    Mi Lan leaned on the wall and looked back at Yan Zhao.


    "There''s something wrong with this book, the name is written incorrectly," Yan Zhao asked again.


    Mi Lan, with a calm expression that seemed to have anticipated this, no longer felt her heart pain: "Is that so? The name is wrong? It doesn''t matter, you can just take your ID to change itter."


    But after staring at the passbook for a while, Yan Zhao turned back to Chen Men and said, "There''s something wrong with this passbook. Tomorrow, I''ll take it to the bureau and have Xiong Xiangdang investigate it."


    Chen Men then took the passbook, wanting to see what was wrong with it. She had clearly heard that Mi Lan had bought a lot of bonds for the construction of the capital, as the bonds had been falling recently, and she was unwilling to cut her losses and was waiting for them to rise.


    A passbook worth three hundred thousand, was it real, or had she been given a fake one?


    Upon examining the passbook, Chen Men almostughed out loud. No wonder Yan Zhao had been staring at it. It turned out that this passbook, by coincidence, had been issued from Mi Fang''s post office.


    Not only was the passbook from Mi Fang''s post office, but it was also in a small booklet form, with the teller signing their name after each transaction.


    The name on this passbook was written as Yan Zhao, first of all, misspelling Yan Zhao''s name.


    And there was no signature from the teller after the machine-printed deposit amount.


    This only left one possibility: the passbook looked real, but in fact, it had been privately printed by Mi Fang for Mi Lan, meaning the passbook existed, but there was no record of the three hundred thousand entering the postal savings.


    Mi Lan probably wanted to use the empty passbook to dy things, waiting until the bonds rose before depositing the money. She wasn''t refusing to repay, she just lost the eggs she borrowed from the chicken and now wanted to hold onto Little Wang''s chicken toy more eggs for herself.


    Running into Yan Zhao, she had met her match.


    Yan Zhao''s pursuit of illegal activities did not take into ount familial feelings.


    If this matter was confirmed and added to Mi Fang''s crimes, Mi Fang would be sentenced.


    However, Chen Men couldn''t wait, because she was reborn, and she knew that every day dyed meant more money lost.


    If they waited another half a month, the entire capital construction would go bankrupt.


    Chen Men took the passbook and chased after them, "What''s wrong with Second Sister-inw, is her heart not feeling well? Going to the hospital?"


    "Yan Wei,e help me," Mi Lan groaned.


    Chen Men pretended to help Mi Lan, but instead snatched her small leather bag and said, "Second Brother, quickly help Second Sister-inw to the hospital, I''ll go find a motorcycle for you."


    Bonds could be redeemed daily, with prices fluctuating and redeemable at any time, and tens of thousands were a significant amount, not to be taken lightly.


    There was also a building contract that had not yet been transferred but was in the process of being transferred, also in this leather bag.


    That was Mi Lan''s lifeblood.


    Now it was in Chen Men''s hands, taken out the door, how could Mi Lan not have a heart attack? She chased after Chen Men out the door, "Men, give my bag back to me."


    There were several people in the vige with motorcycles, Chen Men ran while saying, "Second Sister-inw, don''t worry, I''ll call a motorcycle to take you to the hospital."


    "Give my bag back to me," Mi Lan also chased after Chen Men.


    Chen Men deliberately ran to one house, looked, then ran to another house, circled around, and turned back, seeing Yan Wei also chasing her, she turned back and said, "Hurry up, Second Brother, Second Sister-inw is sick, why aren''t you helping her?"


    She stopped, and Mi Lan came to snatch the bag, but by then Chen Men had already opened the zipper of the bag, pulled out the envelope inside, and removed the rubber band, flipping it over in one motion.


    There was a rustling sound, and bonds worth ten thousand yuan scattered to the ground.


    When chasing after money, people are the most motivated and their appearance is the ugliest.


    Chen Men let go, just stopping at her doorstep, looking up at Yan Wei.


    "Enough, can we not make a scene?" Yan Wei roared.


    Mi Lan immediately looked up, her face full of disbelief, her voice sharp, "Yan Wei, how dare you shout at me?"


    Yan Wei had never shouted at Mi Lan, not even spoken a harsh word.


    Because Mi Lan had lost her father early, was spoiled by Wang Gebi, had a congenital heart condition, and was the daughter of a martyr, she was doted on by all the old leaders of the military district, who would dare to shout at her.


    Plus, with the good market environment in recent years and the ability to make money through stock trading, at most, she had once held six hundred thousand.


    A woman who could make money, her husband naturally treated her with high regard.


    Yan Peiheng''s daughter had died early, so he treated her like Yan Xing, and Yan Wei treated her like a princess, which made Mi Lan unable to tolerate any sand in her eyes, not liking to hear others shout at her.


    She pointed at Yan Wei and started cursing, "Yan Wei, why are you shouting at me? Your dad was promoted by my dad. My second uncle was also a soldier, but my dad didn''t promote him, he promoted your dad. My dad is Yan Peiheng''s savior, the savior of your whole family!"


    ...


    "If I had known your whole family wouldn''t be grateful, my dad should have promoted my second uncle instead of your dad."


    On a sultry evening, with cicadas chirping in the courtyard, Yan Zhao suddenly spoke from the kitchen, "Second Sister-inw, don''t you know that your second uncle has just been defined as the leader of the hooligans and gangsters in Xiping City, the head of the ck gang, and will be publicly tried and executed tomorrow?"


    This statement was like a bolt from the blue, a thunderp.


    Chen Men thought, this time, Mi Lan should have a heart attack!

 Chapter 80

    Mi Lan picked up the bonds one by one and held them tightly in her hands. Using all her strength, she managed to say, "Impossible, Third Yan. Don''t nder people."


    Yan Zhao, being practical, finished speaking and went to the kitchen to focus on kneading dough.


    Little Wang and Yuanyuan stopped arguing. Little Lang even stopped doing his horse stance. The children gathered around, watching Mi Lan.


    Mi Lan clutched her chest, her whole body trembling. Clearly, she was also shocked by this news.


    Her second uncle, a chubby, jolly old man who looked just like aughing Buddha, how could he be a crime boss?


    And what about Mi Fang? Had she been arrested too? If Mi Fang had really been arrested, what would happen to the 300,000 yuan?


    She had been trading stocks and bonds for several years, and due to the favorable market conditions, she had never lost money. This made her blindly confident, not only believing that the bonds wouldn''t lose value, but firmly convinced they would rise.


    At this moment, she wasn''t worried about losing money, but rather how to deposit the 300,000 yuan into that bankbook after making a profit. She still believed she coulde out of this unscathed.


    "Mom, what''s wrong with Second Aunt?" Yuanyuan asked quietly.


    "She''s not well. Don''t look. Take Little Lang and Little Wang outside, okay?" Chen Men said to her daughter.


    She suspected there was still a good argument toe, and after all, Mi Lan''s own son had died. She had strong opinions about her son not receiving his grandmother''s inheritance. Seeing Little Wang and Little Lang would inevitably make her feel resentful. It was better to keep them separated from her at this time.


    Adults'' ugliness shouldn''t be witnessed by children.


    "Okay, Mom." Yuanyuan reached out to take Little Wang''s hand. "Come on, brother, let''s go outside."


    Little Wang was still angry with Yuanyuan. He shook off her hand and took Little Lang''s instead. After leaving, the three children headed to Teacher Huang''s house.


    Mi Lan indeed had heart disease; this couldn''t be faked. At this moment, the area around her mouth waspletely blue, clearly indicating insufficient blood supply to the heart. However, it probably wasn''t too severe, because serious heart disease makes it impossible to conceive, and she had given birth before, proving her condition wasn''t that serious.


    Yan Wei had pressured Mi Lan enough, and he probably got tired of Mi Lan always talking about promotion and repaying kindness. When he heard that Director Mi was actually a gang leader, he couldn''t help but mock her: "Mi Lan, you alwaysined that your father didn''t promote your second uncle. If he had been promoted, wouldn''t your second uncle be the gang leader of the entire Hua Country now, not just Xiping City?"


    Mi Lan turned around, ring at her husband, and suddenly pped him hard.


    The sound was crisp and loud.


    Chen Men gave a coldugh but said nothing.


    A man like Yan Wei, so weak-willed that he wouldn''t even let his own mother see his son, deserved to be pped. He should be beaten to death.


    "You''re not thinking straight," Mi Lan said, raising her hand to p him again. Yan Wei grabbed her hand. "Stop it. We need to cash in the bonds now."


    "If you want to cash in the bonds, you''ll have to kill me first," Mi Lan said as she gathered up the bonds and put them in her bag, holding it tightly with both hands. "Come on, Yan Wei, isn''t this your hometown? Go ahead and hit me. Why don''t you just kill me?"


    Just then, the house phone rang. Chen Men went inside to answer it. It was Yan Peiheng calling. Hearing Men''s voice, the old man was clearly pleased. "Men, has your sister-inw paid back the money? Old Wang next door just told me you all were chatting so nicely. That''s how it should be. Family should be harmonious and lively."


    Chen Men held the receiver, paused for a moment, then asked the old man, "Father, now that the money is in my hands, what do you want me to do with it?"


    Mi Lan was clutching the bonds, unwilling to let go, and Yan Wei was too weak-willed to do anything but be manipted by her.


    To repay that money, they''d have to use Mi Lan''s bonds and the house as coteral. Chen Men wanted to hear Yan Peiheng''s attitude.


    Yan Peiheng sighed first, then said, "Men, the reason I took charge of that money was out of necessity. I''ve been blocking Gu Xiao from returning to the country precisely because neither I nor Yan Wei and his wife have touched a single cent of that money. You married that rascal son of mine, and he''s a policeman, poor like me. It means that if you want afortable life, you''ll have to strive for it yourself. You should learn from Mi Lan - manage the money, but don''t touch it, okay?"


    Chen Men had always known that Yan Peiheng was being run in circles by Mi Lan and her husband.


    But she never thought the old man was this muddleheaded. Mi Lan''s debts were about to be a huge mess, and he had no idea?


    But never mind. Even if someone had to reveal the truth to the old man, Chen Men didn''t want it to be her.


    She continued to smile and said, "The stock and bond market looks good right now. Why don''t I try investing some of it? It''s a sure win. The 300,000 will always be there, and I can earn a bit more for Little Wang. In the future, when he grows up, he won''t need to struggle himself. He''ll have security for life, isn''t that right?"


    Yan Peiheng''s breathing became heavy. Chen Men guessed that if anyone else had dared to say this, the old man would have reached through the phone line to p them.


    But he managed not to lose his temper, and instead said, "Men, everyone in the militarypound knows you''re my proudest daughter-inw. I heard Old Wang next door say that many colleagues curse me behind my back as an old man who won''t die, but I''ve always believed you''re a good daughter-inw, worthy of praise."


    ...


    The old man was quite skilled in the art of conversation. His tone deepened as he said, "Don''t make me lose face when I go to work tomorrow, okay?"


    "Alright, Dad. I was just joking," Chen Men said as she hung up the phone.


    Outside, pressured by Yan Wei, Mi Lan seemed to have no choice but to make a statement. She went into the bedroom, raised one hand, and solemnly said to Chen Men, "Men, I''m not someone who hasn''t seen money before. When I was trading bonds, at my peak, I once had 600,000 yuan. My husband and I still live in Yanguan Vige, and even when my heart disease acts up, I stay here. Give me half a month. I swear on my dead son''s life, my mother''s health, and my own life, if I can''t pay back that money, may heaven strike me down with lightning. Is that good enough?"


    Being far away earlier, Chen Men hadn''t seen clearly, but now she noticed that Mi Lan was wearing a Patek Philippe watch on her wrist. This watch must cost not just thousands, but tens of thousands of yuan.


    And her bag was Louis Vuitton. ording to Yan Wei, they had so many of these bags at home that they couldn''t use them all.


    Where did all that moneye from if not from Little Wang''s money?


    With those 300,000 yuan, during these five or six years of reform and opening up, when bonds had just entered the market and policies were not yet perfect, Mi Lan had once made five or six hundred thousand at her peak.


    This was the premise for her maintaining a luxurious lifestyle and being able to afford a Patek Philippe.


    Not only had she not realized that using that money without permission was wrong, but having handled so much money, she no longer viewed 300,000 yuan as significant.


    Chen Men had been reborn and had seen through life and death. She didn''t like to push things to extremes.


    But towards Mi Lan, even though she was a heart patient, even though she had lost her only child, Chen Men felt not a shred of pity.


    If a p of thunder were to sound from the sky right now, it might wake Mi Lan up.


    But a person who has made a fortune riding the winds of the times is very hard to awaken.


    She didn''t know she was just a pig on the wind, that when the wind stopped, she would fall and be gutted. She still thought she could make money purely based on her own ability.


    If it weren''t for the fact that the money belonged to Little Wang, Chen Men would have really wanted to stay silent and watch Mi Lan lose everything and go bankrupt in this half month.


    Mi Lan''s oath was so severe that it scared Yan Wei. He turned Mi Lan''s shoulders, assuming Chen Men more or less knew the situation, and whispered, "Men, today is Friday, and the bond market is closed. Give me two days. I promise I''ll convince your sister-inw to return the money on Monday, okay?"


    Then he asked Mi Lan, "Do you want to go to the hospital?"


    "No, I''ll stay here. Even if I die, I want to die here," Mi Lan said angrily.


    Yan Wei then turned and said with a smile, "Men, Mi Lan is different from you whoe from the countryside. The quilts and mattresses..."


    Today was Friday, and the bond market would be closed tomorrow and the day after.


    Even if they wanted to sell the bonds, they''d have to wait until Monday.


    Yan Wei was truly henpecked, and even after Mi Lan''s resounding ps, his main concern was still whether Mi Lan would sleepfortably at night, wanting new quilts and mattresses for her.


    Chen Men frowned slightly, then asked in return, "Second brother, do you not know that you have a home in the First Squad? And do you not know what day it is tomorrow? Shouldn''t you be staying at the First Squad?"


    Yan Wei was stunned for a moment: "What day?"


    At this time, Yan Bin''s voice was heard from outside the door: "I heard that Yan Wei hase. What a filial son, knowing that tomorrow is our aunt''s birthday anding for that, right? Is Third Brother steaming flower buns for Aunt? I''lle help too, to show my filial piety."


    Yan Zhao responded from the kitchen: "He doesn''t even know what he ate growing up, how would he remember my mother''s birthday?"


    Tomorrow, the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, is Su Wen''s birthday. This is why Yan Zhao started making flour-based food as soon as he entered. He was making flower buns as an offering for his mother, worried that store-bought buns might contain animal fat, so he wanted to make purely vegetarian ones.


    Yan Peiheng urged the couple toe early, actually hoping for Yan Wei to offer incense to his mother.


    But Yan Wei was clueless and froze: "Tomorrow is Mother''s birthday? I really forgot."


    "As long as you don''t forget what kept you alive, that''s fine," Yan Bin said with augh. "You and Yan Jun should be more filial to Aunt than others."


    "What we ate? Wasn''t it during the great famine when everyone ate grass roots, grass ash, and tree bark?" Yan Wei said. "It wasn''t easy in the city either. My mother-inw and Mi Lan almost starved to death those years."


    Mi Lan finally got a chance to chime in: "It''s not like things got better after ''58 and ''59. We in the city didn''t even have grass ash to eat, we just endured hunger, hmph!"


    She suddenly gave a coldugh, the meaning of which only Yan Wei understood, and it was enough to anger even him, who deeply loved her.


    He suddenly raised his hand, ready to p Mi Lan, who immediately straightened her face and said, "Yan Wei, don''t forget, your birth mother only raised you for four years. How long has my mother taken care of you?"


    "Go to hell, if you dare tough like that again, I''ll p you to death," Yan Wei, usually a gentle person, couldn''t help but swear.


    But strangely, even when Yan Wei cursed at her like this, Mi Lan didn''t have a heart attack.


    The brothers, having met unexpectedly, still wanted to chat a bit at the kitchen door.


    Chen Men poured a cup of tea each for Yan Bin and Yan Wei. Just as she finished brewing the tea, Yuanyuan came in and called out to Chen Men: "Mom, can youe here for a moment?"


    Chen Men then came out of the room and saw Yuanyuan carrying Teacher Huang''s Manchang on her back, waving at the courtyard gate.


    Putting down the tea, Chen Men walked to the gate and saw Little Wang and Little Lang holding hands across from the garbage area, with Mi Lan bending over, smiling, asking Little Wang something.


    Yuanyuan said to Chen Men: "Mom, Second Aunt is acting a bit strange. Do you know what she just asked Little Wang?"


    ...


    Earlier, Little Wang, Little Lang, Yuanyuan, and the others had gone to Teacher Huang''s house. Third Sister-inw Huang, who ate dinner early, wanted to take Manchang out to y. The three of them followed along. Of course, Little Wang and Yuanyuan were still at odds, so Little Wang yed with Little Lang while Yuanyuan entertained little Manchang.


    Seeing how good Yuanyuan was at taking care of the baby, someone teased her: "Little girl, do you like Manchang? If you really like him, why don''t you take him home to raise?"


    Yuanyuan, being a girl who loved all children, nodded vigorously: "Mm-hmm."


    Little Wang then pulled Little Lang into his arms and kissed his little brother''s stinky head several times.


    At this moment, Mi Lan leisurely strolled out and stood among the crowd, reaching out to pat Little Lang''s little head, and asked Little Wang what he liked to do most.


    Little Wang was known in the vige for being good at making money and having money.


    Immediately, people startedughing and telling Mi Lan about Little Wang''s exploits - how he once charged for trampoline rides, sold cassette tapes, and even now, whenever he had time, he would sell popsicles every few days. So everyone agreed that this child would definitely be sessful when he grew up, probably even better at making money than Yan Xishan, the vige''s best money-maker.


    Mi Lan became interested upon hearing this: "Yan Wangqi, let Auntie ask you, if Auntie gave you 300,000 yuan, what would you want to do with it?"


    Little Wang was almost nine years old now, and he had overheard his parents talking before, so he certainly knew about that sum of money.


    Moreover, he was no ordinary child. He had a great desire for money and had always been hoping for money, hoping to be independent. Although he was young, he knew that even if he got such a huge sum of 300,000 yuan, he wouldn''t be able to decide how to use it himself. But children can''t help but think about it - what if Yuanyuan and Chen Men really didn''t want him anymore, what would he do with that 300,000 yuan?


    Although he didn''t like this second aunt from the capital because Zhou Xueqin had always been cursing her, saying that she and her daughter were both smiling tigers, killing people with soft knives, and that she herself had almost been bullied to death by them, Little Wang couldn''t help but be tempted.


    Even a three-year-old child knows the value of money, so how could Little Wang not be moved?


    He raised his eyebrows at Yuanyuan, deliberately saying: "Of course I would use that money to buy a house. I would also take Little Lang to live separately. We wouldn''t live with Yan Shengnan anymore."


    His words were deliberately meant to provoke Yuanyuan, to make her angry.


    But it just so happened that at this crucial moment, the three closest siblings were having a conflict. When Mi Lan saw this, she thought that in Chen Men''s remarried family, Little Lang and Little Wang''s rtionship with Yuanyuan was very tense.


    That huge sum of money wasn''t for Yan Zhao, but for Little Wang.


    Whoever was Little Wang''s guardian would own the money.


    There had been many opportunities in the past when Mi Lan could have intervened and raised Little Wang and Little Lang.


    Yan Peiheng would have agreed immediately, sending a guard with a car to take the two children directly from Zhou''s mother''s house, and Zhou Xueqin''s family wouldn''t have dared to say a word.


    But even though Yan Wei had begged many times, Mi Lan had always refused to raise them. Now, looking at the caring and polite Little Wang, and the chubby, both naughty and obedient Little Lang, how could Mi Lan not be tempted?


    Afterughing for a while, she said: "Your current mother definitely won''t agree, but our family is more democratic. Yan Ha gets three to four hundred yuan in New Year''s money every year, and I help him invest in stocks. We can make six to seven hundred in a year."


    Little Wang thought he was rich enough, but he didn''t expect Yan Ha to be even richer than him.


    The child immediately became interested: "Auntie, are you really that good?"


    "Would you like to go to the capital with me? With 300,000 yuan, I can help you make money," Mi Lan tried asking.


    But this time, Mi Lan''s intentions fell through. Children are very sensitive and perceptive. Children of the 90s had heard too many news stories and rumors about kidnapping or poisoning.


    The 300,000 yuan was like a piece of candy or a sausage.


    Even for Little Wang, he didn''t dare to truly entertain the idea of ying with 300,000 yuan. Instead, he saw it as a rat poisonced sausage, used by his second aunt to tempt and harm him.


    Chen Men was at the courtyard gate, with Yuanyuan carrying little Manchang standing beside her, and several vige women watching.


    Little Wang suddenly grabbed Little Lang''s hand and ran, rushing to Chen Men''s side in one breath.


    Then, he stood behind Chen Men.


    "This child is quite obedient. Men, he really listens to you," Mi Lan walked over and sighed sincerely, "I was just joking, but he got so nervous."


    Chen Men then smiled and asked Little Wang: "If you had 300,000 yuan, have you thought about what you''d do with it?"


    Little Wang, being a clever child, could sense the thick tension between his mom and aunt, so he didn''t say a word.


    Mi Lanughed and said: "Silly boy, with 300,000 yuan, you wouldn''t have to do anything for the rest of your life. You could just lie down and eat."


    Yan Peiheng knew nothing about Mi Lan''s stock trading, and Chen Men didn''t intend to deliberately cause trouble by reporting this huge matter to the old man. They were all part of the same family, all daughters-inw, so there was no need to sabotage each other.


    But today she had to y the bad guy.


    Money is certainly a good thing, and all good things in lifee from money.


    But as the saying goes, it takes three years to learn good habits, but only three days to learn bad ones. If Little Wang, whom she had painstakingly educated to finally be willing to study, from now on embraced the idea of living off 300,000 yuan for a lifetime, then this child''s entire life would be ruined.


    With such severe intion, 300,000 yuan in the future wouldn''t even buy a toilet in the capital.


    But if you use it to coax a child into giving up studying from now on, it could ruin a child''s entire life.


    The person who ruins him and he himself will never know how he was ruined.


    Chen Men took a deep breath and called Yan Zhao, signaling him toe to the bedroom.


    Yan Zhao, still with both hands covered in flour, first rinsed his hands clean under the faucet beforeing to ask: "What''s the matter?"


    "Let''s call Dad," Chen Men said.


    Yan Zhao looked puzzled: "You can call him yourself, why do you need me to do it?"


    Chen Men smiled and gave him a push: "You call."


    Yan Zhao didn''t fully understand the situation, but he knew it wasn''t good to argue in front of children. So he made a phone call, which was again answered by Wang Gebi, though this time her tone was normal as she said, "Is this Yan Zhao? You''re looking for Chief of Staff Yan, right? I''ll call him for you right away."


    Soon, Yan Peiheng picked up the phone and asked, "What''s the matter?"


    Yuanyuan was there, as were Little Lang and Little Wang. Yan Wei and Yan Bin had pulled up chairs on the kitchen steps and were chatting andughing. Mi Lan was also sitting in the courtyard. The family was having a pleasant conversation, with Mi Lan asionally reaching out to pull Little Wang closer, probably wanting to continue chatting with him.


    Chen Men spoke into the speakerphone: "Dad, it''s like this. You must know that Second Sister-inw used that 300,000 to trade stocks and at most made 600,000. She has 280,000 worth of bonds that are locked up, and she gave us an empty bankbook. She probably wants to wait for the bonds to rise before paying us back. Her thinking isn''t wrong, after all, the bond market has been hot enough, rising for five or six years without falling. Everyone can understand her desire to earn more... But what if the bonds don''t rise? I see that Second Brother can''t persuade her, so why don''t you try?"


    Her tone was calm andposed.


    She was stating facts.


    But Yan Peiheng knew nothing about Mi Lan''s stock trading.


    He didn''t even know what professional terms like "locked up" or "cut losses" meant.


    He had never known that Mi Lan was using that 300,000 to trade stocks.


    He had just told Chen Men that if she used the money to trade stocks, he wouldn''t be able to face going to work from tomorrow, because the reason he dared to be tough with Gu Xiaoheng was that he could keep the 300,000 untouched. He believed his son and daughter-inw were as steadfast as he was.


    On the other end of the phone, a terrible silence.


    Yan Zhao had just learned about this too and was trying to process the meaning of Chen Men''s words.


    Yan Wei and Yan Bin had heard and were walking towards the bedroom.


    Mi Lan looked shocked and said in a trembling voice, "Men, I''ve been so good to you. I''m your Second Sister-inw. What are you doing? How can you do this?" Selling her out so unexpectedly - was this how sisters-inw behaved?


    Unlike in apartment buildings with their winding corridors and walls and doors everywhere, where people could scheme and plot,


    This bright, spacious courtyard house had all its room doors hung with curtains. Chen Men neither concealed nor pretended.


    She spoke matter-of-factly: "Second Sister-inw, didn''t you say you wanted to take Little Wang to the capital? I don''t care whether Little Wang wants to go or not, I won''t agree, and neither will Yan Zhao. Even if Little Wang wants to go with you to the capital to make big money trading stocks, we absolutely won''t let him go with you, because he''s my son, and I want to raise and educate him myself."


    As she spoke, she reached behind her back, and Little Wang was right there.


    Smoothly, the little one put his hand in Chen Men''s, and gradually, he suddenly threw himself onto Chen Men''s back, hugging her tightly.


    "I was joking, I was just joking," Mi Lan felt she couldn''t exin herself.


    She really had just been joking. She didn''t know why Chen Men was acting like this, why she was being so aggressive.


    Turning back, she said to Yan Wei in a coquettish tone, "Honey, I really was just joking. Look at Men, why did she get so worked up? How can she do this?" How could she expose everything to the old man?


    Yan Wei had been begging for many days, asking Mi Lan to sell the bonds and pay back the money.


    Every day she promised that they would definitely rise, that they would rise tomorrow, but every morning they would be worth a little less.


    As her husband and childhood sweetheart, how could Yan Wei not know Mi Lan''s thoughts?


    That was exactly what she was thinking.


    The Capital Construction bonds had fallen from 280,000 to 180,000, but she still wouldn''t give up. Not only did she not want to pay back Little Wang''s money, but she also wanted to lure Little Wang into trading bonds.


    The reason Yan Wei wanted to go abroad and make big money was all due to Mi Lan''s influence, but recently he had be scared by the losses. The 100,000 that had evaporated was money he could never earn in his entire life.


    The nature of trading bonds itself was gambling, just like drugs and prostitution. It was bad enough that Mi Lan herself wouldn''t give up until she saw the Yellow River, but how could she try to lure Little Wang, such a young child, into doing things like drugs, prostitution, and gambling?


    p! A palm struck Mi Lan''s face, frightening Yan Bin into shouting, "Second Brother, how can you hit Second Sister-inw? That''s too much!"


    Yan Wei was about to p again when Yan Zhao grabbed his clothes and shoved him against the wall.


    In the narrow bedroom, the three brothers were fighting and grappling with each other.


    Just then, a cry came from the phone: "Chief of Staff, Chief of Staff Yan, what''s wrong with you?"


    It was Wang Gebi''s voice.


    With a ng, the phone on the other end hung up.


    Yan Zhao grabbed the phone and kept redialing.


    After a while, someone finally answered on the other end. It was a woman''s voice, but not Wang Gebi''s.


    "Where''s my father?" Yan Zhao asked.


    "Are you Yan Wei? Your dad is having heart trouble. Your Uncle Cui called for the guards and is rushing him to the hospital," the woman on the other end paused for a moment before saying, "Don''t worry, your Uncle Cui will take care of everything. He''ll be fine. Ah!"


    That sigh was full of helpless resignation.


    Once the adults started fighting, the little ones seemed to be exceptionally united.


    Yuanyuan had been regretting for a long time, and she took this opportunity to formally say to Little Wang, "Brother, I''m sorry. I never meant to drive you away. I just said the wrong thing that day, okay?"


    Little Wang shyly leaned against Chen Men''s back, hugging her waist and smiling crookedly.

 Chapter 81

    To be suddenly hit by her husband, who could Mi Lan turn to with her grievances?


    As Yan Wei tried to strike again, Yan Zhao and Yan Bin simultaneously pointed at his nose, forcing him back.


    Everyone was most worried about Yan Peiheng.


    A heart attack in an elderly person could be fatal, so Yan Wei naturally had to rush to the capital immediately.


    "Third Brother should go too. Our uncle is ill, we must go see him," said Yan Bin.


    Yan Zhao shook his head: "It''s enough for Yan Wei to go back. I''m not going."


    How could he be so cold-blooded? The old man had suffered a heart attack, how could he not go?


    "Just go for a visit," Yan Bin said again.


    Yan Zhao only said: "Second Brother, take them to the airport."


    As soon as the adults left, the phone rang. Only Yuanyuan was in the house, so the child answered the call.


    Chen Men immediately turned back. She was feeling a bit regretful now, because earlier she had only focused on being angry. She had been too impulsive and hadn''t anticipated that Yan Peiheng, who looked so robust, would suffer a heart attack.


    She was afraid that if it was Yan Peiheng who had woken up and called, since he had never met Yuanyuan and she was Yan Xishan''s daughter, the old man might be upset if the child answered the phone.


    At a time like this, it was best not to let the old man be unhappy.


    Just as she rushed in, she heard Yuanyuan already talking to Yan Peiheng.


    "Where''s Yan Zhao?" asked Yan Peiheng.


    "Hello, Grandpa. Are you feeling better now?" Yuanyuan asked in as gentle a voice as possible.


    Yan Peiheng''s tone was very weak: "Who are you?"


    Yuanyuan leaned into the receiver and said: "I''m Yuanyuan, Grandpa. You need to get better soon, okay? You haven''t heard me sing yet. I''ll sing for youter, alright?"


    Yan Peiheng, having suffered a heart attack, was in a daze. He mumbled: "Okay."


    Chen Men came out again, gesturing for the Yan brothers toe in and take the call, pushing Yuanyuan to go out.


    But children don''t understand when others don''t like them. Thinking her grandfather wanted her to sing now, she actually started singing: "Luo luo mian mian, oil pancakes and skewers... I''m a lucky egg, born in luck and growing in luck, enjoying good fortune since I was little."


    This was a children''s song from Shaanxi Province. In the capital, Yan Peiheng was lying in bed, surrounded by people preparing to take him to the hospital. But he held the receiver, slowly sitting up, and listened quietly.


    "Let the childrene back quickly, and you should go to the hospital right away," Minister Cui said, pacing by the bed.


    The neighboring Soviet Union was in the midst of dissolution, and all the leaders here were on high alert. No one''s health could be at risk at a time like this.


    Mrs. Cui also nodded: "The Chief of Staff''s illness is too scary. He must go to the hospital. Let the childrene back."


    Wang Gebi, who never entered Yan Peiheng''s bedroom, sat outside, silently shedding tears: "Third son and his wife have always hated the Chief of Staff, s, they''ve always hated him!"


    Mrs. Cui, without showing any reaction, moved to the doorway and blocked Wang Gebi: "Old Yan, shall I call Third Son for you, ask him toe too?"


    On this end of the phone, Chen Men could hear the voices on the other side, and her heart skipped a beat.


    It wasn''t a good choice to have Yan Zhao go to the capital now.


    The bonds could be cashed at any time, and the real estate wasn''t going anywhere. What belonged to Little Wang was his, and could be collected at any time.


    But the Public Security Bureau was about to finalize the "Indictment Opinion" for Bureau Chief Mi, and help overturn Qi Songlu''s case. All these cases were being handled by Yan Zhao. If he left for a few days, the sentencing results for Fan Zhenhua and Bureau Chief Mi''s group at the Public Security Bureau would bepletely different, and Qi Songlu probably wouldn''t be able to have her case overturned.


    This was also why Chen Men particrly regretted her actions. She shouldn''t have acted on impulse and blurted out everything in a moment of anger.


    At this moment, she was also unsure, afraid that Yan Peiheng would be even more annoyed if the child kept singing. So she said: "Yuanyuan, stop singing. Grandpa doesn''t like it."


    "Sing, sing a couple more lines for me to hear..." Yan Peiheng on the phone surprisingly said, his tone childlike.


    Just then, Yan Zhao came in and took the phone. He said hello, and heard Yan Peiheng''s tone was particrly calm as he said: "Third Son, was that Xishan''s daughter singing just now?"


    "That was my daughter."


    "Her voice sounds just like Xing Xing''s." The old man said on the phone, his voice full of helplessness and sadness.


    It wasn''t surprising, given the unbreakable blood ties. Yuanyuan not only looked like Yan Xing, but her childhood habit of loving to sing, her unique Shaanxi ent, and the old-fashioned nursery rhymes she knew were all very simr to Yan Xing.


    After twenty years, this was a bloodline that lived in the same ce as Yan Xing and belonged to the same maternal grandmother.


    The old man had just nearly died, and was still suffering from angina. His consciousness was a bit confused.


    Yan Zhao asked: "Is Yan Weiing to the capital now?"


    Yan Peiheng sighed deeply, then said sternly: "No need. Don''te back. Tell Yan Wei and Mi Lan to calcte Little Wang''s money and return it to him immediately. Tell your Second Brother, if he and Mi Lan have lost money, they should use their real estate and wages topensate. If it''s still not enough, then as Men said, they should sell their flesh to pay it back."


    ...


    "Let them settle the ounts clearly beforeing to the capital. I won''t die. I''ll be very healthy waiting for them!" It was time to settle scores.


    As Yan Zhao was about to hang up, Yan Peiheng asked another question: "Third Son, are the children doing well?"


    Yan Zhao didn''t answer and hung up the phone.


    Thismotion had gone on until 8 PM. The money definitely had to be returned. Yan Wei wanted to hand over the bonds right away, but Yan Zhao disagreed.


    "Convert it to cash. I''ll only ept money," he said.


    If the bonds dropped too drastically in value, would Yan Zhao and his wife have to make up the difference? That was impossible.


    Yan Wei and his wife were too ashamed to stay at Yan Zhao''s house any longer. It happened that Yan Bin invited them over to offer incense for Su Wen, so they went to the old house of the First Team.


    Watching them leave, Yan Zhao asked Men: "By your estimate, how much cash can Mi Lan''s bonds be exchanged for?"


    Chen Men roughly counted the bonds, estimating for the worst-case scenario: "I estimate the money will be at most 100,000 yuan. The signing contract for that building was 200,000 yuan."


    In other words, after all Mi Lan''s hard work over the years, she was actually left with only 300,000 yuan.


    Yan Zhao was making oil-sshed noodles. He ttened the dough, and with a p, the smooth, thin, shiny noodles flew into the pot. After a long pause, he said: "Big Brother studied philosophy. After going abroad, he once wrote to me saying that education in our country had no future, that this country had no hope. In ancient times, there was Li Hongzhang''s study abroad faction. Now he would raise his three sons abroad himself. When they grow up, they''ll return to serve the country. He firmly believes that the good education abroad will make his sons be pirs of the nation. As for Second Brother Yan Wei, I''ve always thought that although he''s not aplished, he''s at least kind-hearted..."


    Of the three brothers, apart from Yan Zhao himself, not one of them cared about their mother.


    Who was Gu Xiao? The person who caused their parents to never resolve their estrangement for a lifetime.


    Yan Wei actually used that person''s money to specte in stocks and buy buildings. Now, to deceive his brother, he even conspired with outsiders to put on a show.


    And such a clumsy trick could be seen through at a nce. How could he think it was wless?


    At this moment, Yan Zhao probably wanted to kill someone.


    This topic wasn''t discussed further, so Chen Men didn''t say anything more.


    Of course, he kneaded all his anger into the noodles. Tonight''s oil-sshed noodles were exceptionally smooth and chewy.


    The children slurped the oil-sshed noodles noisily. Little Lang insisted on demonstrating how to suck up a whole noodle in one breath. As he was slurping, he choked and his face turned red. He got stuck, and if Chen Men hadn''t patted him a few times, he would have choked badly.


    After dinner, Qi Songlu called Chen Men from next door, asking her toe over.


    Chen Men also wanted to know why she had been supported by Yan Zhao today, so she went over.


    As soon as she entered, she saw Yan Sanye fetching water, and Qi Songlu washing her knee. Her knee had arge scrape. After washing, Yan Sanye found a clean towel for her and a stool for her to sit on.


    Qi Songlu sat on the stool, with alcohol in one hand and cotton in the other, about to disinfect herself.


    "What happened to you? Where did you scrape it?" Chen Men asked, taking the alcohol and cotton to clean Qi Songlu''s leg for her.


    This is what happened to Qi Songlu.


    Of course, she had never thought that her case could one day be overturned.


    But just now, Yan Zhao had found her and asked her to write an appeal letter, stating her wrongful conviction to the Jindong Road Branch of the Public Security Bureau, saying it would be used at tomorrow''s public trial.


    The two were walking and talking, and Qi Songlu got so excited that her knee gave way and she fell to the ground, scraping her knee and drawing blood.


    Yan Zhao also said she must write the "Appeal Letter" quickly tonight.


    Early tomorrow morning, she would hand over her statement to Yan Zhao, and then she would have to go to the public trial venue.


    Tomorrow''s public trial, considering the risk of a stampede due to therge crowd, would not be open to the public. Instead, it would be broadcasted on local television.


    So tomorrow, Qi Songlu would be on TV.


    She would make her appeal live on television starting at 7:30 PM.


    ording to Yan Zhao, the police department had procedures for handling wrongful convictions, and her case would be overturned tomorrow.


    After that, she could even sue the police department forpensation.


    In fact, all of these matters were written in thew. When the police misjudged a case, causing an innocent person to be wrongfully convicted and imprisoned, the victim could sue and requestpensation.


    However, given the current dark state of society and imperfect legal system, Qi Songlu had resigned herself to her fate, feeling it was just her own bad luck and poor judgment in choosing a man.


    She never imagined that her case could be redressed one day.


    She hadn''t even thought about appearing on television. Aftering home, she had been crying on the kang bed-stove. Only now did she get up and prepare to write, finding paper and pen. When she reached out to pull the light cord, she missed and identally yanked it off.


    She looked at Chen Men with a silly smile: "It''s over. The state is ready to overturn my case, but my light isn''t cooperating. It''s broken."


    In her previous life, Chen Men had seen news reports of many wrongfully convicted people suing the state forpensation, but this was the first time she was experiencing it firsthand.


    Qi Songlu had been imprisoned for a full year and lost her job due to her ruined reputation. All of this could be grounds forpensation ims.


    She not only needed to write an "Appeal Letter," but should also write a "Lawsuit" directly to the court, suing the police department and demandingpensation quickly.


    "Come write at my ce," Chen Men said.


    "No, no, no. Earlier when I fell, Yan Zhao helped me up, and three or four women rushed to help me. Several others came to visit, telling me how good you are and not to let you down. You might not care, but if I go to your house again, the vige women will start gossiping about me behind my back."


    Qi Songlu took the letter paper outside, set up two stools facing each other, and began writing in the courtyard.


    Yan Sanye was hard of hearing and couldn''t make out what the two women were whispering about.


    But for an old lecher like him, just seeing young, beautiful women moving about in front of him was enough to make him happy.


    So he eagerly brought a stool for Chen Men, insisting that she sit down too.


    These two beauties could cure his cataracts.


    Not knowing what was going on, he said at one point, "Little Qi, if Xishan dares to bully you, just tell me. I''ll beat him up."


    Then a momentter, he said, "Little Qi, what do you think of my Xishan? Why don''t you marry him? Although your bottom is even smaller than Men''s, and you don''t look like you''d be good at bearing sons, it doesn''t matter. I, Old Three, think you''re a good person. Even if you have seven or eight daughters, we won''t give up. We''ll keep trying until we get a son."


    "Uncle, let''s go for a walk outside and let Songlu write in peace, okay?" Chen Men said as she coaxed Yan Sanye out of the house.


    If he kept interrupting, Qi Songlu might not be able to finish her "Appeal Letter" tonight.


    Back home, the little rascals were unusually united and quiet. Yuanyuan was ying the piano, while Little Wang and Little Lang were practicing horse stance. They didn''t disturb each other, being quiet and well-behaved. Chen Men felt that having a bit of conflict in the family was good, at least it made the children unite.


    At 10:30 PM, Yan Zhao ordered them one by one to take a bath, wash their hair, and go to bed.


    Lying in bed that night, it was scorching hot in June.


    Chen Men actually had another matter she was very curious about and wanted to discuss with Yan Zhao at night.


    In her mind, she kept hearing Wang Gebi calling "Peiheng" over and over. She was particrly curious about the rtionship between Yan Peiheng and Wang Gebi.


    But she had never been to the capital and had never met Wang Gebi, so she didn''t know the specific situation and could only ask Yan Zhao.


    Of course, this kind of question could only be asked after the fact.


    "Do you think our dad, being alone in the capital for so many years, might have found other women?" Chen Men probed. Seeing Yan Zhao remain silent, she continued, "Do you know how Wang Gebi addresses our dad? She actually calls him Peiheng."


    Wasn''t this hint clear enough?


    Far water can''t quench a near thirst. Chen Men didn''t know what Wang Gebi looked like.


    But from her tone, she seemed to be well-educated, gentle, and reserved.


    Chen Men understood men all too well.


    The convicted Deputy Chief Ma Kai''s wife was a middle school teacher, dignified and quiet, with an outstanding temperament. Yet his mistress was a rural woman, dark-skinned and ordinary, with neither a pretty face nor a good figure. Her belly was as round as a six-month pregnant woman''s.


    The one time Chen Men heard Wang Gebi, she directly called Yan Peiheng by his name, "Peiheng." If there wasn''t something between them, how could she address him so casually?


    Could it be that Wang Gebi and Yan Peiheng had that kind of rtionship?


    Yan Jun had gone abroad long ago, and Yan Wei was a fool who might even be happy to see his father with his mother-inw, considering he was much closer to his mother-inw than to his own mother.


    Yan Zhao had been to the capital aftering of age, though he only stayed for a few days and might not have even lived at home. But he was an outsider.


    Moreover, he was a very intelligent person. If there really was something going on, he would surely have noticed.


    But Yan Zhao was truly stubborn in this regard.


    "I stayed on the Old Mountain frontline for a full four years," he said.


    Chen Men knew that. Since Zhou Xueqin became pregnant with Little Lang, he hadn''te back.


    "All humans have physiological needs, but these can be controlled. Even after marrying you, I waited until you were willing before we were together. If you hadn''t been willing, I would have waited for years," Yan Zhao added.


    Did he mean that he hadn''t fooled around during those four years away? Why didn''t he mention that there were only men on the battlefield, no women, so even if he wanted to, there was nowhere to go?


    Besides, how could four yearspare to twenty years?


    Let him try enduring for twenty years!


    But for Yan Zhao, this topic was already over.


    "Let''s sleep," he said, turning over, turning off the light, and getting into the other bed.


    "It''s not easy for a person to endure for twenty years, really," Chen Men persisted.


    Yan Zhao suddenly turned back, looking very serious, his eyes particrly bright in the darkness: "I can do it. It''s not necessary. I''ve always been indifferent in that aspect, without much need."


    Chen Men was inwardly screaming and shrieking, thinking how impossible that was.


    He couldn''t even wait one night.


    Whenever her period ended, he was particrly energetic in his work. The pot handles were reced monthly, all broken by him.


    Twenty years? Who was he kidding?


    But in his previous life, after divorcing Zhou Xueqin, did Yan Zhao really not have any other romantic experiences?


    Chen Men was never curious about the women Lu Jingyu kept outside, not even those who had borne his children. She didn''t even feel a twinge in her heart when she met Hu Xiaomei.


    But now she couldn''t help being curious about Yan Zhao''s romantic experiences in his previous life.


    When people start to overthink, they get hot. This room faced west and was even hotter. Because it was too hot, Chen Men sat up: "I''m going to sleep with Yuanyuan, okay?"


    The air conditioning was in the children''s bedroom, and she needed to find somewhere cooler.


    Yan Zhao suddenly sat up: "... Lan, do you have something on your mind about me?"


    What could she be thinking? She was just hot and wanted to sleep in the next room, that''s all.


    "Brother, I''m hot. I want to sleep next door. Is that okay?" Chen Men suddenly had a brainwave and started to act coy.


    She wanted to learn from Wang Gebi and see if it would have any effect on an iron-hearted straight man like Yan Zhao.


    Yan Zhao''s breath hitched, then he fell silent. Chen Men guessed he probably got goosebumps all over.


    After a while, he suddenly got up, went out to get a fan, and came back in: "You sleep. I''ll fan you."


    This man had his principles and bottom lines. He wouldn''t mess with rtionships, wouldn''t lend favors, and as for the bedroom, he wouldn''t let her leave at night.


    So for him, the bottom line was non-negotiable.


    What about Wang Gebi then? Had she won over Yan Peiheng? How did she do it?


    Curiosity kills the cat!


    ...


    The next day was Saturday. Yan Peiheng called to ask about the money situation. Yan Zhao only said, "Very good, it''s being handled," and then hung up the phone.


    Yan Peiheng then called again, probably wanting to chat with his son a bit longer. He brought up Little Wang, Little Lang, and the other kids, saying it was perfect timing with the summer vacation. He suggested Yan Zhao bring the children back to the capital for a visit, as he couldn''t leave at the moment but wanted to see them.


    "Not possible," Yan Zhao said, hanging up the phone.


    Chen Men was truly worried that his father might have another heart attack from the stress.


    In the morning, she had to go to the school for a parent-teacher meeting to get the children''s report cards. After that, they would start their summer vacation.


    Chen Men left the house with Yan Zhao and ran into Qi Songlu, who was wearing her brownish-yellow tank top and the pants she used to wear at the wholesale market. This set of clothes, stained with sweat that couldn''t be washed out, bore witness to her six years of life''s hardships.


    Not only was Chen Men startled, but Yan Zhao also frowned: "Comrade Qi, your clothes..."


    Qi Songlu took a deep breath: "Since I''m going to be on TV, I want the entire Shaanxi Province to see what I used to look like, to see how I went from being an ountant at a proper factory to a small vendor, and then to a coal miner."


    From being paraded through the streets, to going to Guangzhou, and then returning to Xiping City to run a small wholesale stall, Qi Songlu''s life had indeed been full of hardships.


    She needed the whole city to see her appearance, her sweat-soaked jersey, and her pants tied with multiple knots to prevent theft.


    Chen Men had a sudden idea and said, "Sister Qi, if you don''t mind, why don''t you do an advertisement for us?"


    Qi Songlu was momentarily stunned.


    Even Yan Zhao frowned.


    In coal mines and construction sites, the most important item is the safety helmet. Whether it''s for protection against falling objects or cave-ins, the safety helmet is there to save lives. One migrant worker''s life represents an entire family.


    One of the safety production measures at West Mountain Company was the safety helmet, which bore thepany''s name.


    These helmets were specially ordered from Shanghai and met international standards.


    Qi Songlu currently worked at West Mountain Company, and a safety helmet wouldplete her standard coal miner outfit.


    "Why don''t you wear a safety helmet too? West Mountain Company, the safest coal miningpany. You can do an ad for us, and afterward, I''ll give you a Montagut dress," Chen Men said as she hopped back into the house like a rabbit to call Yan Xishan.


    Yan Zhao''s face twisted behind her.


    Five minutester, Yan Xishan''s shy red Xiali car appeared in front of Men''s house.


    Yan Xishan got out of the car shirtless, looking dejected. He tossed the safety helmet to Qi Songlu, speaking in an irritated tone.


    "Here, this is Men''s safety helmet. It''s a women''s style, specially made. She hasn''t even worn it yet, so be careful not to get it dirty," Yan Xishan couldn''t hide his dislike for Qi Songlu.


    Qi Songlu disliked Yan Xishan even more and left without a word.


    Yan Zhao frowned, looking at Yan Xishan''s skinny, bare chest and waist thinner than a woman''s, and asked, "Did you go to the nightclub against night? Where''s your shirt, did you lose it while drinking?"


    "Yan Zhao, don''t ruin my reputation. Be careful my daughter doesn''t hear and get ideas about me. I''ve enrolled in night school and study every evening. Go ask the teachers if I''ve ever missed a single ss," Yan Xishan replied angrily.


    Indeed, since Qi Songlu was Chen Men''s person, he had to be wary of Qi Songlu trying to kick him out of West Mountain Company. To keep an eye on Qi Songlu in financial matters, he had enrolled in night school, specifically studying ounting.


    He hadn''t been to a nightclub in ages.


    So why was he shirtless today?


    Damn it, who would believe that on his way to Yanguan Vige earlier, Yan Xishan had seen Chen Degong and a bald guy from his construction site, each wearing a Lacoste T-shirt that was the same style as his.


    From a distance, he saw one red crocodile and one green crocodile.


    The migrant workers'' dark skin made the sight so ugly it made him want to vomit.


    These days, even dogs could afford brand-name clothes.


    Yan Xishan had immediately taken off his shirt. He''d rather die than wear the same clothes as migrant workers like Chen Degong.

 Chapter 82

    At the city police bureau.


    Outside, reporters were setting up electrical wires and video cameras. Police officers were preparing the site for the public trial, hanging hand-cut red banners. Armed police secured the perimeter, while prosecutors discussed the situation in the venue.


    The entire street from the police station to the detention center had been under tight security since 8 AM. Though not officially public, the road was packed with curious onlookers.


    The public trial was being prepared now, set to begin promptly at 4 PM.


    Meanwhile, in the meeting room, the atmosphere was tense. A group of leaders were engaged in heated debate over the sentencing rmendations in the indictment to be submitted to the prosecutor''s office for several criminals.


    Yan Zhao, just a deputy director of a branch bureau, wasn''t yet senior enough to speak and could only listen.


    Fan Xiang had taken a life - he would receive the death penalty. Today''s public trial was prepared for him, and two bullets were already set aside.


    But the leaders were still arguing over the indictment rmendations for Fan Zhenhua and Director Mi.


    Deputy Director Zheng from the city bureau was particrly animated: "Yes, Fan Zhenhua and Mi De are absolute scum in our police force, but they only harbored thugs - they didn''t personally kill anyone. They don''t deserve death..." He gestured emphatically: "We''re all servants of the people, shouldn''t we have some empathy..."


    At this point, Yan Zhao suddenly spoke up: "From the start of reforms in ''84 until now, shouldn''t they be held ountable for all the deaths caused by the thugs and gangsters they protected - through assault, rape, robbery and other violent crimes? If we''re talking empathy, I''d hunt down and execute anyone who dared harm my wife or child, to the ends of the earth."


    Deputy Director Zheng, still young and a former military officer who had been a regimentalmander, was used to deference from other transferred military personnel. He was stunned that a mere deputy director of a branch bureau would contradict him: "What did you say?"


    "These cases all happened in my Jindong branch jurisdiction. I rmend the death penalty," said Yan Zhao.


    Deputy Director Zheng mmed his hand on the table: "Absurd! Many countries have abolished the death penalty. Look how progressive America is - they use electric chairs now. We''re still using bullets. Besides, if you execute a department head and former bureau chief, who will dare toe be an official in Xiping City in the future?"


    Yan Zhao''s gaze cut through the crowd, fixing on Deputy Director Zheng: "You''re wee to go be an official in America."


    "Preposterous!" Another m on the table.


    In this setting, Deputy Director Zheng''s attitude was actually the correct one. No one bes an official seeking death - people seek a good life, wealth, or perhaps some have lofty ideals. But more important than ideals is living safely to old age and securing that pension.


    The more Deputy Director Zheng argued this way, the more his colleagues would support him.


    Sun Nutao hade to the meeting despite being ill. He wanted to join the debate butcked the energy. Ma Bo stood up: "Deputy Director Zheng, justst year there were 32 deaths directly caused by thugs and gangstersmitting rape, robbery and burry. Five of those were children, the youngest just two months old. But under Director Mi''s interference, the perpetrators were only detained for two months before being released."


    An infant crying for milk - and the price the murderer paid for strangling that life was just two months of knitting sweaters and sewing buttons in detention.


    Should the murderer die, or is the puppet master who got him released from detention even more deserving of death?


    Everyone fell silent as Ma Bo began pinning crime scene photos to the ckboard. The horrific images filled everyone''s hearts with sorrow.


    But suddenly, someone let out a coldugh. Theugh was so jarring, it chilled people to the bone.


    Deputy Director Zheng immediately thought he had caught Yan Zhao: "Yan Zhao, stand up. This is such a serious, tragic situation. Why are youughing?"


    Yan Zhao''sughter ceased. His already stern face tightened further, causing his jet-ck eyes to gleam like a sharp sword in the moonlight, shing with a bone-chilling light.


    He slowly stood up. At over 1.8 meters tall, the golden police badge on his sleeve caught the sunlight streaming through the window, casting a golden glow across his face and eyes as well.


    But his gaze remained ice-cold as he stared at Deputy Director Zheng.


    Deputy Director Zheng felt an inexplicable tightness in his scalp. Though he had been a soldier himself, he was no match for this blood-forged man who hade up from an infantrypany and seen realbat. He couldn''t help but shudder.


    Enunciating each word, Yan Zhao said: "When ites to the interests of the people, we must kill one to warn a hundred!"


    The line between corruption and integrity may sometimes be blurred, but the red line between life and death must be defended.


    Bureau Chief Zhang finally spoke: "The interests of the people cannot be vited. I support the death penalty. Let''s vote by show of hands." He raised his own hand.


    Everyone from the Jindong branch bureau raised their hands. Gradually, leaders from other branches and the city bureau raised their hands too. In the end, only Deputy Director Zheng was left. After hesitating twice, he too raised his hand.


    Three death sentences, unanimously approved.


    Currently, for special crackdown cases like this, they did not need to report to the provincial department for approval. They could make the decision themselves.


    Deputy Director Qin added: "Let''s report this to the provincial department, and also arrange for all city branch bureaus to be notified and hold extra study sessions."


    This set the tone. The atmosphere in the meeting room immediately rxed. After a whole morning of meetings, people finally dared to stretch.


    The cases of Director Mi and Fan Zhenhua still needed review by the provincial department. Fan Xiang would face the firing squad today.


    Leaving the meeting room, Ma Bo said quietly: "Chief Yan, that was hardcore. You really did our branch proud today."


    Sun Nutao had terminal lung cancer. The hospital said surgery meant certain death.


    But not having surgery also meant death, so he simply chose not to have surgery. He kept it secret from everyone, determined to fight until hisst day. He felt he could do it.


    But everything he said now carried a sense of putting his affairs in order. He told Xiong Xiangdang: "When you get back, gather all the police officers from each station for a meeting to convey the spirit of this meeting. Protective umbres and dark forces within the police are even more concerning than vicious killers. We must also seriously examine ourselves."


    "In the future, I want to learn from Deputy Director Yan - learn his upromising spirit and courage to stand up to superiors," said Xiong Xiangdang.


    Sun Nutao smiled helplessly: "You can learn other things, but don''t learn to contradict superiors. In the future, just follow his lead. Let the superiors tell him to contradict them, understand?"


    Yan Zhao could be tough and dare to challenge leaders because he had his father backing him up. If he really stirred up trouble, his father would cover for him.


    Plus, he himself didn''t care about promotions, only about doing the work. Even superiors who disliked him had to tolerate him. If others contradicted superiors like he did, wouldn''t that be suicide?


    In any case, today''s public trial would be broadcast on TV.


    When everyone watched the TV broadcast together in meetings, the impact and feeling would surely make all the corrupt officials in the city tremble in fear.


    Sun Nutao wanted to chat more with Yan Zhao, but Bureau Chief Zhang came out and said: "We have the public trial this afternoon. Deputy Yan, shall we have lunch together and have a good talk?"


    "Alright," said Yan Zhao.


    All the superiors and colleagues in the hallway were watching him.


    The bureau chief deciding to have lunch with Yan Zhao was a show of strong support, making his stance clear to his colleagues.


    But Deputy Director Zheng wasn''t convinced. He also came out and followed Bureau Chief Zhang, his eyes red: "Chief Zhang, am I doing this for myself? I''m trying to do what''s best for everyone!"


    Yan Zhao gave a look, and Sun Nutao handed over Qi Songlu''s appeal letter: "Old leader, why don''t we have lunch together today and you can hear me out about this case?"


    Helping clear Qi Songlu''s name was something that could get TV coverage - a chance to be in the spotlight.


    Besides, who wouldn''t want to see a female hooligan, to see a pretty girl on TV.


    Likely the whole city would tune in to watch - it was a great opportunity for fame.


    This matter hadn''t yet reached the city bureau''s meeting table. Once it did, it would be endlessly discussed in meetings, then more meetings and more discussions, with everyone passing the buck.


    Public trials would be increasingly rare, with state approval bing more and more strict. Sun Nutao actually wanted Yan Zhao himself to take the stage, to be in the spotlight and help overturn Qi Songlu''s case.


    But giving the spotlight to Deputy Director Zheng was indeed the better choice.


    Only Deputy Director Zheng could navigate all the levels of the city bureau, prosecutor''s office and TV station in the next six hours to get Qi Songlu on the public trial stage.


    They exchanged a look, and Sun Nutao patted Yan Zhao lightly.


    It''s rare to find such a kindred spirit at work. Unfortunately, his days are numbered and he won''t be able to apany Yan Zhao on his journey.


    Deputy Director Zheng looked at the case file and realized he could easily overturn the verdict for this female hooligan. He picked up the file and left.


    Getting Qi Songlu on television would be Deputy Director Zheng''s race against time today.


    ...


    Chen Men took Little Wolf to attend the parent-teacher conferences for the two older children. Dongfang School had a closed management system, so parents were generally not allowed on campus except for conference days. So today was Chen Men''s second visit to the school since Children''s Day.


    As soon as she entered the school gates, Little Wang''s homeroom teacher approached her: "Are you Yan Wangqi''s mother? Would you like toe to our ss meeting first?"


    "No, no,e to our ss," Yuanyuan''s homeroom teacher waved: "Shengnan''s mom, our meeting is about to start, and you''re supposed to give a speech."


    "No, no,e to our ss first," Little Wang''s teacher insisted, trying to pull her along.


    Seeing this situation, Chen Men felt tense. She wasn''t worried about Yuanyuan''s grades, but feared Little Wang might have done poorly.


    At parent-teacher conferences, teachers only focus on two types of parents: those of the lowest-performing students and those of the highest-performing ones.


    With both meetings happening simultaneously, she couldn''t be in two ces at once but needed to manage both children.


    Little Wang''s teacher seemed overly enthusiastic today: "Come on, let''s go to our ss first. Yan Wangqi''s situation is more typical, you must attend."


    Both children were looking at Chen Men at the same time. After all, she was only one person. Little Wang assumed she would attend Yuanyuan''s meeting instead, and though unhappy, he had to endure it.


    Chen Men was in a difficult position. It''s very easy to nt a thorn in a child''s heart, but very hard to remove it.


    She actually wanted to go to Little Wang''s meeting more, but Yuanyuan had surely done well, and who doesn''t like hearing praise from teachers and seeing envious looks from other parents?


    Fortunately, at that moment, Yan Xishan arrived, hurriedly eating a meat sandwich: "Men, you go to Yan Zhao''s kid''s meeting. I''ll go to my daughter''s."


    "Dad, hurry up! Teacher Wang just said I got 100 in both subjects," Yuanyuan let go of Chen Men and ran towards Yan Xishan.


    Yan Xishan took his daughter''s hand and said, "We had a test yesterday too. Guess how many points Dad got?"


    "100 points!" Yuanyuan jumped up and said.


    Yan Xishan said, "How could that be? I got 38 points, but I was first in the ss."


    He was attending adult night school, so 38 points was actually quite good.


    In his previous life, when Yan Xishan was on his deathbed and could no longer speak, Lu Jingyu once brought the now-adult Big Treasure and Second Girl, both prominent figures in the city, to see him. Chen Men went too, and saw him trying to open his mouth, tears streaming down his face, staring intently at her but unable to speak.


    So Chen Men asked Yuanyuan what he wanted to say.


    "Education," Yuanyuan said, wiping the corners of his eyes with a cotton swab. "He said he regretted divorcing you and not being able to give me a better education."


    Speaking of education, Chen Men remembered she needed to sign up for driving lessons. With this year''s projectpleted, adding a car to the family wouldn''t be a problem.


    The children needed education, and she needed to grow too. Otherwise, she would still be left behind by the times.


    An unexpected surprise.


    Today, not only was Chen Men not criticized by the teacher because of Little Wang, but the teacher had arranged for her to sit with Liu Jiaxuan''s mother. After hearing the teacher announce the results, she learned that Little Wang and Liu Jiaxuan were tied for first ce, both scoring 100 in two subjects.


    "I heard you''re a female boss. That''s impressive. Children from nouveau riche families usually don''t do well in school," Liu''s mother said.


    Little Wang probably hadn''t expected to perform so well. He stood on the stage epting praise, asionally ncing at Liu Jiaxuan with a triumphant look.


    Chen Men couldn''t help but smile and asked Liu''s mother, "What do you do for work?"


    "Let me introduce myself. I work at our local vehicle administration office. It''s a new department, you might not know about it. If you buy a car in the future and need to register it,e find me," Liu''s mother said.


    Chen Men grabbed Liu''s mother''s hand: "Can I alsoe to you for driving lessons?"


    "We don''t handle driving lessons, but I can rmend a driving school to you. My brother runs one. He''ll arrange for someone to pick you up and drop you off, and guarantee you''ll get your license," Liu''s mother said.


    "That sounds great. Could I get your number? I''ll give you my business card," Chen Men said.


    On stage, the two first-ce students were subtlypeting, while below, their mothers had already be friends.


    There weren''t many women learning to drive or driving at that time, so after the parent-teacher conference, Liu''s mother treated this as news and shared it with everyone. Almost all the parents attending were women, and they discussed it animatedly, chattering away.


    Yan Xishan, who always gravitated towards wherever Chen Men was, overheard and immediately said: "You? With your mouse-like timidity, how could you possibly learn to drive?"


    Back then, Lu Jingyu had said the same thing. It seemed men couldn''t survive without putting women down.


    Chen Men had already nned it out. She would get her driver''s license before National Day, buy a car, and from then on, she would drive herself.


    ...


    Today, because it was Su Wen''s birthday, Yan Zhao came home early.


    Little Wang, holding his test papers, bought a bottle of c for Little Wolf, and waited for his father at the bus stop.


    As soon as Yan Zhao got off the bus, he handed over the test papers without saying a word.


    The two men of the house walked side by side in silence, with Little Wolf gulping down c behind them.


    "Dad, don''t you want to say something?" Little Wang tentatively asked.


    After all, it was his first time getting first ce. His dad should praise him a little, right?


    "Keep it up, don''t fall behind. You''re my son, getting first ce is only right," Yan Zhao thought. His son should always be first; not being first would be abnormal.


    Today was not only Su Wen''s birthday, but there was also good news: yesterday, Yan Bin''s son''s high school entrance exam results came out. He got into the city''s top high school, ranking third in the entire city. He had practically stepped halfway through the door of a prestigious university.


    Song Huaihua was cooking at home, inviting rtives and friends from the same n to eat together.


    She called specifically to say she was busy with work and her son''s sess was all thanks to Yan Bin''s tutoring and cooking. If Chen Men really wanted to send something, she should send something Yan Bin likes. So Chen Men bought two notebooks and a pack of cigarettes to congratte Yan Bin.


    The whole family walked together towards the First Brigade. Chen Men noticed Qi Songlu hadn''t returned yet, so she asked Yan Zhao, "Where''s Qi Songlu? Was there a public trial today? Will she be on TV tonight?"


    He had said Qi Songlu would be on TV today.


    This was what Chen Men was looking forward to most today.


    "She''s still at the main bureau. When I left, her case was being discussed at the Radio and Television Bureau. We''ll see on TVter, she should be on," Yan Zhao said.


    Getting on TV wasn''t that easy. It was already 6:30 pm, they had just finished recording, and still needed the Radio and Television Bureau staff to review the footage. The news broadcast starts at 7:30 pm - it was a race against time.


    Yan Zhao could only push the case forward, but whether Qi Songlu could actually appear on TV ultimately depended on Deputy Director Zheng''s public rtions skills.


    Soon they arrived at the First Brigade. The door was open, but there were no beddings on the kang bed, indicating that Yan Wei and Mi Lan weren''t staying here. They had just tidied up a bit, offered a bouquet of flowers to Su Wen''s memorial tablet, and then retreated to Yan Bin''s ce.


    Yan Zhao led the whole family to kowtow and offer incense. Just as they finished, hearing themotion from next door, they went over.


    Song Huaihua and Yan Bin were cooking. A pot was set up outside the kitchen door frying pork ribs, while inside the kitchen, smoke rose from therge wok, also frying something.


    "Men,e help quickly! Help me scoop out the fried dough twists," Song Huaihua poked her head out of the kitchen and said.


    Chen Men entered the kitchen and pursed her lips, asking Song Huaihua, "Where''s the one from the capital?" referring to Mi Lan.


    "She says her heart condition is acting up. She''s been sleeping all day. We''re all worried she might have an episode," Song Huaihua said.


    Big sister-inw Liu Xiaohong was kneading dough for the twists and couldn''t helpughing, "Don''t scold me for saying this, but I''m actually waiting for her to have a heart attack. I''ve never seen what it looks like when someone has one."


    Mi Lan had been here for two days, and the whole vige knew about her heart condition, but she just couldn''t seem to have an attack, which was frustrating for some.


    "Sister-inw, you..." Song Huaihua stuffed a hot fried dough twist into her sister-inw''s mouth. "People should speak kindly. You shouldn''t joke about others'' illnesses."


    In a bedroom, Mi Lan was wrapped in a quilt, lying on the kang bed.


    Her hair was matted and stuck to her face in clumps.


    She was originally thin, and now wrapped in the quilt, it was hard to even find her. The leather bag containing the bonds was clutched tightly in her hands.


    Outside, the family was cheerfully drinking tea and chatting while waiting for dinner, but Yan Wei was in here watching over this sickly person.


    Song Huaihua''s cooking was especially good. There was a pot of stewed vegetables with egg skins, wood ear mushrooms, and daylily buds, fried small pork ribs, and fried dough twists. It smelled delicious.


    Song Huaihua personally brought in the food, but Mi Lan didn''t eat a bite. Though Song Huaihua greeted her with a smile, Mi Lan didn''t even acknowledge her, looking as if she were on her deathbed.


    "This illness seems serious. Second brother, you should take your wife to the hospital," said Song Huaihua.


    Mi Lan, with tears in her eyes, replied, "No need. If I''m to die, I''ll die right here."


    Yan Wei was both worried and angry.


    Mi Lan''s dramatics and stubbornness were making him lose face.


    His brothers were all watching. He had promised to redeem the bonds on Monday, but Mi Lan clearly had no intention of handing them over. Her heart condition was just an excuse, ready to be used at any moment to scare people.


    Yan Wei knew Mi Lan was looking for an opportunity to have an "attack," using it to buy time, yet he felt powerless to stop her.


    Just then, at seven-thirty, Yan Zhao had already moved Yan Bin''s television outside. He patted Little Wang''s shoulder, signaling him to tune into the local channel and turn up the volume.


    The TV was broadcasting a public trial.


    "I will now read the ''Criminal Prosecution Opinion'' regarding Fan Xiang, Fan Zhenhua, and Mi De," a loud voice came from the television, causing everyone eating outside to freeze with their bowls in hand.


    "Is this a public trial broadcast?"


    "Who''s that? Isn''t that Bureau Chief Zhang from our city bureau? When was this recorded? It can''t be live, can it?" said Yan Bin.


    "Who are they trying? Mi De? Isn''t that our old Director Mi? Is it really him?" an old man asked.


    The sudden excitement was more thrilling to everyone than the Hong Kong movies at the video hall.


    If Mi Lan had seemed gravely ill and on the verge of an attack moments ago, she now suddenly leapt up from the bed, not even bothering to put on shoes as she ran barefoot into the courtyard.


    The ck and white TV shed an image of a bald, chubby old man in handcuffs, restrained by four armed police officers. Wasn''t that her uncle?


    "Is she having an attack?" Song Huaihua was startled to see Mi Lan rush out.


    Liu Xiaohong, still chewing on a twisted cruller, eximed, "So that''s what a heart attack looks like. Frightening!"


    The sisters-inw at the kitchen door wanted tough but held back, feeling it inappropriate.


    "Come on, let''s eat. Second sister-inw is from the city, perhaps she''s not used to our country food?" Yan Bin said with a smile, picking up his bowl, still trying to invite Mi Lan to eat.


    Mi Lan kept walking towards the TV. The image had already passed, but she had to believe what she''d seen, as the TV was now reading out her uncle''s crimes: involvement with organized crime, maintaining a criminal gang, indirect responsibility for 32 deaths, plus corruption and bribery. Multiple crimesbined, sentenced to death by firing squad.


    So not only was he going to prison, but her uncle was to be publicly executed on live broadcast?


    Mi Lan clutched her head and began to tremble.


    The others present didn''t know that Mi De was Mi Lan''s uncle. People prioritize food and shelter above all else, and on such a joyous asion, with a public trial and criminal execution on TV to liven things up, everyone''s main goal was naturally to encourage eating.


    They tried to persuade Mi Lan to sit down and watch while eating.


    But Mi Lan had been so shocked by the news that she waspletely disoriented, unable to hear what others were saying.


    "Why aren''t those two eating?" Yan Yong asked. "Has Yan Wei been in the city so long he can''t stomach our country food anymore?"


    "Yes, damn it. Second brother survived on our mother''s blood, but now he can''t even eat rural food," Yan Zhao said coldly, picking up his bowl and ncing at Yan Wei. "Let''s all eat. Don''t mind him."


    "Don''t mention it. Auntie was a saint," Yan Yong reminisced. "Back then, we were all thin and starving. We ate everything from tree bark and grass roots to leeches from the river and grasshoppers and earthworms from the fields. But Yan Wei was always plump and fair-skinned, and never seemed hungry. People from outside the vige were curious about how this child could grow so well in those times. Only we knew. Auntie was afraid he''d starve to death, so she kept breastfeeding him even though she was skin and bones herself. I heard my mom say that Auntie''s milk was always red. Why? Because she had no milk left, and Yan Wei was drinking her blood."


    "So Yan Wei''s survival was all thanks to Auntie. In those days, a whole generation of children starved to death. From ''57 to ''59, he was the only one in our vige who survived," Yan Bin added.


    Everyone in the courtyard sighed and marveled, mainlymenting the hardships and difficulties of that era they had lived through, saying that Yan Wei was a filial son foring back to burn incense for his mother on her birthday despite being so busy.


    But Yan Wei stood rooted to the spot, as if struck by lightning.


    Yesterday, Yan Zhao had said that Yan Wei had forgotten how he had survived.


    Yan Wei hadn''t taken it seriously, thinking he had survived on grass roots and tree leaves.


    Yan Yong''s words were like a bolt from the blue.


    At this moment, the sighs of everyone in the courtyard felt like knives slicing into his heart.


    He was born in 1957, facing the three years of Great Famine from birth. In that era, the survival rate for children was extremely low, and he had never known how he had managed to survive when so many others didn''t.


    The rift between him and Yan Zhao had always been deep. Yan Zhao seemed to always resent and me him, but he didn''t know why. He had tried hard to reconcile with his brother, but his brother had always been dismissive.


    He thought his brother was just bad-tempered, as people in the capital said, thinking he was unsociable, thinking it was his brother''s fault.


    But he had never considered that the reason he had survived was because, during the years of famine, he had been living off his mother''s blood and flesh.


    No wonder Yan Zhao had always been cold towards him, no wonder he couldn''t be bothered to even speak to him.


    When he had med his mother for sending him to the capital at such a young age, when he at least had fine rice and white flour to eat in the capital, he had never thought about how his mother had nourished him with her blood, sent him to the capital where he wouldn''t go hungry, while she had to stay in their hometown, raising two younger children on work points to earn food.


    Yet after he had his own son, he had hardly ever returned home, not even attending his mother''s funeral, and had never brought his own son back for his mother to see.


    Who was the ungrateful wretch that Mi Lan kept cursing? Wasn''t it him?


    He had even shamelessly thought it was right for him to use his mother''s money to make some money for himself?


    Mi Lan couldn''t fake her illness anymore. She moved nimbly, with full vigor, running back to the room to grab her bag, intending to go out, probably to pull some strings and see if she could get Mi Fang out.


    As she entered the room, she saw Yan Wei picking up her bag, about to leave.


    "Yan Wei, what are you doing?" Mi Lan asked.


    "Returning Little Wang''s money," Yan Wei said.


    "If you''re returning money, why are you taking my bag? Hey, my watch! I have medicine in my bag. Oh, my heart hurts, quick, give it back!" Mi Lan cried out, as Yan Wei was removing the watch from her wrist.


    She had a gold chain around her neck with a jade pendant. Yan Wei took that off too. "Right now, the bonds, the house, all your bags, watches, gold bars at home, they all belong to Little Wang."


    "Yan Wei, have you gone mad? Ah, my heart hurts, I''m going to have an attack!"


    This cry of an impending attack briefly scared Yan Wei. He hesitated for a moment, then Mi Lan continued, "Don''t forget my mother''s kindness to you. If you keep this up, I''ll have an attack right now."


    That''s right. When Su Wen died, Yan Bin had sent a telegram asking him toe home, saying his mother wanted to see him.


    His son had just died, and Mi Lan was having heart attacks, looking like she might die at any moment. She wouldn''t let him leave, so he didn''t dare toe.


    At the time, Wang Gebi had advised him that his mother had always cared more for the two younger ones, and that as long as he was filial in his heart and loved his mother, there was no need to make a show of it.


    But his own son had died in his arms. He had watched his son close his eyes, feeling a pain that tore through his heart, almost unable to go on living.


    What about his mother? The mother who had nourished him with her blood, who had sent him to the capital so he wouldn''t go hungry? How did she close her eyes at the end, never having seen her son return?


    "Not only do I want to see you have an attack, I''m going to divorce you," Yan Wei shouted, the most forceful words he had ever spoken in his life.


    He shook off Mi Lan and went out, moving step by step to the front of his family''s door. Before he could enter, he fell to his knees outside the threshold.


    The early-rising moon of June, themplight from next door, the sound of a gunshot from the TV, and the three sticks of incense flickering on the table.


    The smoke curled upwards into the night sky.


    Once upon a time, when the wind blew through the fence and moonlight spilled through the window, his mother must have sat by that window, always waiting for his return.


    What a sinner he was. He had lived for over thirty years, sinning without even realizing it.

 Chapter 83

    No one but Yan Wei himself knew how utterly broken his heart was at that moment.


    He knelt at the threshold, sobbing, crawling into the courtyard like a worm, taking a step and kowtowing, then another step and another kowtow. In the moonlight, he looked like a madman, crawling erratically all over the ground.


    Mi Lan followed, intending to grab the bag. Just as Yan Wei kowtowed on the steps, he suddenly raised his head. The moon hung high, and his forehead was bleeding.


    "Yan Wei, don''t scare me," Mi Lan was terrified.


    "My mother never saw her grandson''s face," Yan Wei looked at the memorial tablet, tears streaming down like rain. He didn''t know this was his mother''s regret, and he was remorseful but had no way to make amends.


    Mi Lan felt this wasn''t a big deal: "Didn''t the child pass away? What difference would it make if she had seen him? Wouldn''t that just be more heartbreaking? Yan Wei, stop this nonsense. Get up quickly. I''ll listen to you, just stop this, okay?" She was really scared.


    She was willing now. Tomorrow she would cash in the bonds, keep only 80,000, and give the rest to Little Wang. Wouldn''t that be okay?


    "Get out. We''ll divorce when we get back," Yan Wei said.


    It''s terrifying when a man who''s always been as soft as dough suddenly turns harsh.


    This was the first time Mi Lan had been so shocked by Yan Wei. He actually said he wanted a divorce. Had he gone mad?


    Mi Lan could only go find Chen Men: "Men, go check quickly. Your second brother seems to be acting strange."


    The TV was at an exciting crucial moment. There was no jostling, allowing everyone to watch the full scene of the criminal being escorted by four police officers to the execution ground. There was even a close-up of the criminal''s face. It was said there would be scenes of the shooting and the head exploding. Once the broadcasting regtions introduce tiered ratings in the future, these scenes won''t be avable anymore.


    Chen Men didn''t want to go, but Song Huaihua and Liu Xiaohong both persuaded her: "Go take a look. Don''t let anything happen to Yan Wei."


    As a family, who doesn''t hope to live in harmony?


    Song Huaihua had been praising Yan Bin, praising his contributions for the child, wasn''t that also hoping for family harmony?


    Chen Men had to put down her chopsticks ande over. As she was leaving, she saw the TV switch to Yan Zhao, with Qi Songlu standing beside him. Qi Songlu must have gone on stage.


    She was quite anxious, wanting to hurry back to watch Qi Songlu.


    As they walked, Mi Lan kept talking: "Men, you be the judge. Yan Wei haspletely forgotten how my mother saved food to help raise him and his brothers when they were little."


    She rambled on: "Even when I was little, my mother would make me give each of his brothers a piece of my favorite cookies. How can he say my mother wasn''t good to him, that I wasn''t good to him? The way he''s acting now, how can he face me and my mother?"


    Chen Men was already reluctant toe, and hearing Mi Lan talk like this made her even more annoyed.


    "I don''t know if second brother has wronged your mother or not, but he certainly wronged my mother-inw. My mother-inw was a rural woman. She didn''t have cookies, she could only give her son her own blood. Cookies can be bought again, but when blood runs dry, a person dies." Chen Men said as she walked out of the house without looking back.


    His birth mother had been dead for five or six years, and Yan Wei was only crying today. It would be normal even if he cried himself to death.


    "Yan Wei, don''t scare me," Mi Lan said nervously.


    Yan Wei suddenly reached out and even took off the two gold earrings from Mi Lan''s ears: "These belong to Little Wang too."


    "Yan Wei has gone mad." Mi Lan covered her bleeding ears, backing away in fear until she reached the hall. Suddenly looking up, she saw three incense sticks in front of the memorial tablet with Su Wen''s name. She then started screaming, screaming non-stop.


    Unfortunately, it was too noisy next door, and no one could hear the howls from this side.


    Mi Lan wanted to have an episode, but she couldn''t. She was scared, so scared that she just wanted to find a ce to hide quickly.


    Across the wall, Song Huaihua was waving: "Men,e quick, Xishan is on TV!"


    Actually, it wasn''t Yan Xishan, but the safety helmet of the Xishan Company. Qi Songlu was wearing it on her head as she appeared on TV. In such a seriousw enforcement program, only Chen Men could manage to insert an advertisement.


    Chen Men didn''t bother to eat, squeezing into the crowd. Everyone watched the small ck and white TV together.


    On the TV, Qi Songlu was recounting how she had been wronglybeled as a hooligan, thanking the public security organs for being willing to redress her case. She covered her face, lowering her head. Only therge characters of "Xishan Company" could be seen, along with her trembling shoulders.


    This advertisement was done exceptionally well. Chen Men was already very pleased.


    Unexpectedly, Qi Songlu suddenly raised her head, looking directly at the camera and said: "I want to thank Xishan Company for reaching out to help me when I needed it most. In the future, I will work together with Xishan Company, striving to produce more coal with higherbustion rates, less carbon monoxide, and the highest safety to give back to society."


    Chen Men smiled sincerely. This advertisement was brilliant!


    "So she wasn''t guilty of hooliganism at all," Song Huaihua said.


    Liu Xiaohong also said: "I didn''t think she looked like a hooligan, but the vigers were saying all sorts of things, with vivid details."


    "You believe the vige gossip? From now on, don''t chat and gossip with those women anymore," Yan Yong red at Liu Xiaohong. "Weren''t you telling me this morning about how that Qi Songlu was..."


    Liu Xiaohong had only heard it from others, about how Qi Songlu was supposedly trying to seduce Yan Zhao recently. The story was told with convincing details.


    She was afraid Yan Yong would say it out loud. As the eldest sister-inw, wouldn''t it be embarrassing to gossip about her brothers-inw? She reached out to cover Yan Yong''s mouth.


    Everyone was sitting on benches. When she stood up, Song Huaihua, who was sitting on the other side, fell over and crashed into Men.


    At the critical moment, Yan Zhao suddenly reached out and pulled Chen Men away.


    Song Huaihua and Liu Xiaohong fell to the ground together, their bottoms nearly bruised.


    "Third brother is so inconsiderate. What''s wrong with letting Men support me a bit?" Song Huaihua said, rubbing her bottom.


    But Yan Zhao asked Chen Men: "Are you okay?"


    Chen Men just grinned stupidly. She was too happy, unaware of what had happened at the scene. She only knew that the advertisement Qi Songlu had done for her was better than directly paying for TV airtime.


    It happened to be summer vacation for the children. Early Monday morning, after Yan Zhao left for work, Chen Men got up and first called Yan Bin to ask about the situation there.


    She was all prepared to take the children to cash in the bonds with Yan Wei today. This was a monumental task, and she wasn''t sure if they could cash them all in today.


    Just after making the call, Yan Wei and Yan Bin both came in together.


    Yan Wei looked very unhappy. As soon as he entered, he handed Men a watch - it was that Patek Philippe.


    "What''s going on?" Chen Men took the watch and asked Yan Wei, "Where''s second sister-inw?"


    Yan Wei sighed, shook his head and said: "Don''t worry about her. Let''s go cash in the money."


    But Yan Bin whispered: "Mi Lan is still lying on the kang. She wants to go back to the capital first, but Yan Wei won''t let her. He won''t even give her money to make a phone call. He says they''ll go back together to settle the property. There''s still a lot of money in the capital that belongs to Little Wang."


    So, Yan Wei wants to return everything Mi Lan had earned to Little Wang too.


    He''s afraid that if Mi Lan goes back to the capital a step ahead, she might secretly transfer those assets away. That''s why he''s deliberately holding Mi Lan back.


    Yan Wei wasn''t clear about the situation in Xiping City. He said: "Let me call the Bank of China branch first, ask them to prepare the money in advance. We''ll go in the afternoon and cash it all at once?"


    "Absolutely not, second brother. Just listen to me," Chen Men said.


    A whole stack of bonds totaling 280,000 yuan. In such a bearish bond market, trying to cash them in Xiping City could drain the liquidity of several banks in the city. It wouldn''t be easy to cash them out.


    Chen Men had a well-thought-out n. She first called Chen Degong, instructing him to find seven or eight migrant workers. Today, they wouldn''t do anything else but queue up at thergest branches of Bank of China, Agricultural Bank, credit unions, and postal savings banks.


    Yan Bin drove the motorized tricycle. Chen Men put the children in the tricycle, while she and Yan Wei got in the car. They still needed to coordinate their story.


    "Second brother, usually the bank tellers won''t ask much, but in case they ask how much we n to cash today, we''ll just say we''re only cashing what we have on hand, understand?" Chen Men said.


    Yan Wei was quite puzzled: "But we must cash out all 280,000 today."


    "Second brother, tellers have connections too. They all specte in bonds. If we cash too much at one ce, the tellers will notice. Once they make a call, people rushing to cash bonds could break down the bank''s doors, and the bank will stop processing. What if we can''t finish today and the price drops again tomorrow?" Chen Men exined.


    Even so, with such arge transaction today, all the banks in Xiping City would be overwhelmed by people redeeming bonds tomorrow.


    They first headed to the Bank of China branch, where Chen Men nned to redeem 5,000 yuan.


    It was only 8 AM, and the bank hadn''t opened yet, but a long line of people waiting to buy and sell bonds had already formed.


    Chen Men and Yan Bin went to line up, while Yan Wei, Little Wang, Little Lang, and the others yed near the three-wheeled vehicle.


    Xiping City was like a giant furnace, and by 8 AM people were already sweating profusely.


    Yan Wei was worried, fearing his father would severely punish him when he returned to the capital.


    For the past two days, Mi Lan had been crying constantly, mourning the death of the qilin andmenting that she could no longer have children after being sterilized.


    As her husband, how could Yan Wei''s heart not ache? Sitting on the tricycle, he was sighing, worrying about how to exin things to his father when they returned to the capital, and debating whether it was right to take all of Mi Lan''s money.


    Suddenly, he felt something cool on the tip of his nose. Looking up, he saw it was Little Wang, offering him an ice-cold bottle of Coca-C.


    Reaching for his pocket, Yan Wei asked, "How much is the Coke? Should Uncle give you money?"


    "No need, I have my own money. I''ve already paid for it," Little Wang said.


    "You have money? Did your mom give it to you?" Yan Wei asked as he epted the Coke.


    Little Wang smiled shyly, and Little Lang chimed in: "Mom gives him some, but big brother knows how to earn money too. He''s really good at it!"


    Mi Lan had always said Little Wang was particrly fond of money. Of course, when Little Wang was younger and lived with Zhou Xueqin, whenever Zhou Xueqin needed money, she would have Little Wang call his grandfather. Zhou Xueqin had even said that Little Wang started going out to earn money when he was just three years old.


    He had been raised by Zhou Xueqin, so Yan Wei couldn''t help but worry on Yan Zhao''s behalf, fearing that once he left, Yan Zhao wouldn''t be able to control Little Wang because of the 300,000 yuan.


    After all, although this child was only eight years old and had a slender build, he carried himself like an adult in his interactions with others. Despite his youth, he was a true pir of strength.


    Putting himself in Little Wang''s shoes, Yan Wei had also felt ufortable for a long time when he heard that his mother had only given 300,000 yuan to his younger brother. So he tried asking Little Wang, "Little Wang, what do you want to do with that 300,000 yuan?"


    "That''s not my money," Little Wang said, wiping Little Lang''s mouth with a tissue. After that, he pulled up Yuanyuan''s fallen shoulder strap before continuing, "My dad said a long time ago that the money belongs to a grandfather, and returning it will give us dignity. Besides, Uncle, a gentleman loves wealth but acquires it in a proper way. We''ll earn our own money."


    Yan Wei''s scalp tingled as he stared at Little Wang in amazement.


    Such a simple truth, and this child had be famous for making money even in the capital, but as he said, he loved wealth in a gentlemanly way and acquired it properly.


    Little Wang knew at the age of three that people should earn their own money, so why couldn''t he, a man nearing forty, understand this principle?


    "Why aren''t you drinking Coke yourself?" Yan Wei asked, noticing Little Wang didn''t have a bottle.


    Little Wang kept his eyes fixed on Chen Men, answering like an adult: "I''m afraid it might stunt my growth."


    Little Lang hugged his Coke bottle with a satisfied smile: "If big brother grows tall, Zhou Er-ge won''t beat me anymore."


    "Who''s Zhou Er-ge?" Yan Wei asked.


    Yuanyuan exined, "He''s the bad older brother from big brother''s maternal grandmother''s family. The first time I met big brother, they were being beaten."


    Yan Wei asked Little Wang, "Uncle and Auntie have been arguing since we arrived. Are you angry with Uncle?"


    Little Wang hesitated for a moment, stammering. Yan Wei thought the child must be upset after witnessing so much ugly arguing between Mi Lan and himself. But instead, Little Wang asked Yan Wei, "Uncle, do you like watching movies?"


    Yan Wei was taken aback. Then he saw Yuanyuan rubbing her hands together, her eyes squinting withughter as she buried her head shyly in Little Lang''s arms, and asked in a pleading tone, "Uncle, do you like them?"


    Looking at Yuanyuan''s radiant smile, Yan Wei suddenly realized that if he had once had such a little girl as his sister and had spent time with her day and night, if she had died, he might also be unable to move on for many years, just like Yan Zhao.


    He couldn''t empathize with Yan Zhao because he only thought of the dead sister as a child who died young, nothing significant. But for Yan Zhao, she was an indelible part of his life.


    "Yuanyuan''s movie premiered yesterday, but the adults were too busy, and we didn''t dare mention it. Why don''t we all go watch the movie together tonight?" Little Wang said.


    Afraid that his uncle wouldn''t agree, he looked at him expectantly.


    "Of course we''ll go. We must go," Yan Wei said, rubbing his face.


    The children were immediately delighted. Little Lang added, "We could have sold the extra tickets, but we''re not selling them because Uncle is going to watch."


    Little Wang was a little miser; he should have sold any extra movie tickets, even just one. But he wanted to give one to Yan Wei.


    Yan Wei reached out and hugged Little Wang, asking again, "You''re really not angry with Uncle?"


    "We''re family, after all," Little Wang said, turning his head and trying not to get too close to Yan Wei.


    It wasn''t that he wasn''t angry; he just hoped that everyone would never argue again.


    Yan Wei pressed his forehead against Little Wang''s.


    He thought about how he had watched Little Wang and his brother suffer for three or four years, yet used Little Wang''s money to support Yan Ha in the capital.


    He truly wasn''t a good person, so it was no wonder Yan Zhao never paid attention to him.


    Ten banks, even with migrant workers lining up in advance, going from one to another to redeem bonds would be exhausting. During the banks'' lunch break, they each ate a bowl of cold noodles by the roadside. In the afternoon, they continued queuing. By the time they finished with all ten banks, it was already 5 PM, and thest bank was about to close.


    The situation turned out much better than Chen Men had estimated. They managed to redeem a total of 198,000 yuan.


    There was also that building. Although they had only signed their names and hadn''t transferred the ownership, it was signed under Mi Lan''s name. Chen Men was quite worried, fearing that Yan Wei, with his fair skin and gentle demeanor, wouldn''t be able to make decisions, and that Mi Lan might cause more trouble.


    But in reality, when one party in a marriage bes firm, the other naturally softens.


    It was said that Mi Lan didn''t want to transfer the entire property, but wanted to sell part of it to Little Wang, just enough to repay the 300,000 yuan.


    However, Yan Wei silenced Mi Lan with just one sentence: "If you dare to do that, we''ll get divorced, and you can take Yan Ha with you."


    ...


    That evening, there were a total of 12 movie tickets. Chen Men invited Chen Degong and his wife, Yan Yong and Yan Bin''s wife, plus Yan Wei, to watch "Yellow River Bad" together.


    It wasn''t until they entered the cinema that Yuanyuan realized her birth father, Yan Xishan, hadn''te.


    "Don''t worry about it. Your dad must have gone out to have fun. Let''s just watch together," Chen Men said.


    Yuanyuan refused, pestering Yan Bin to go pick up Yan Xishan, insisting that she knew her father hadn''t missed a single ss and had been attending night school all along.


    Everyone thought Yuanyuan was being silly. How could Yan Xishan possibly be at night school? He must be at a nightclub. Besides, how could he possibly enjoy watching a movie?


    No one believed her, thinking the little girl was naive. Yan Bin especially didn''t believe Yan Xishan would be studying at school.


    If he were the studying type, even a desk or a chair could get into university.


    But this time, Yuanyuan was right.


    Yan Xishan was in a night school ssroom, listening to the teacher''s lecture.


    And he really hadn''t missed a single ss.


    When he heard that his daughter was on the big screen, Yan Xishan didn''t even have time to boast. He rushed out in a panic, speeding in his shy red Xiali, but he was still toote when he arrived. Yuanyuan''s scene was only three minutes long and had already been shown.


    Until the end credits, there was no further sight of Yuanyuan.


    This incident infuriated Yan Xishan. Chen Men had invited even Yan Yong and his wife, but not him.


    If they weren''t already divorced, and if Yan Zhao''s family wasn''t so numerous and powerful in protecting Chen Men, Yan Xishan might have gotten into a physical fight with her.


    After the movie ended, Chen Men tried to cate him: "I''ve said I''m sorry, isn''t that enough? You can watch it tomorrow, right? The movie will be showing for half a month."


    "You don''t understand a damn thing."


    "There''s even another showing tonight. If you wait a bit, it''ll start soon," Chen Men added.


    She knew she had done wrong by forgetting about Yan Xishan. She could understand that he just wanted to hear these acquaintances praise Yuanyuan and bask in the glory, but she had truly been busy and had forgotten about him.


    "Chen Men, from now on, if there''s anything, have Qi Songlu pass the message. Let''s not see each other again in this lifetime," Yan Xishan said, his eyes red, as he walked away without looking back.


    The next day, Yan Wei took Mi Lan to see Yan Dongping to modify the contract and asked Yan Zhao whose name the property should be transferred to.


    The property couldn''t be transferred to a child''s name.


    "Mine," Yan Zhao said rather sullenly, then added, "Put it up for sale tomorrow. If someone wants it, sell it."


    "Alright," Yan Wei replied.


    After all, there were connections at the Public Security Bureau, and three dayster, the building was transferred to Yan Zhao''s name.


    Yan Zhao nned to resell it, so he posted a sale notice at the front door. But in these times, even Yan Dongping had to find someone from the capital to sell a building, showing that no one in Xiping City could afford twenty million.


    It was unclear when this building could be sold and when they could recover the cost.


    Mi Lan and Yan Wei were going to return to the capital after transferring the building ownership.


    They had flown here, but now without money, they really had to take the cheapest green-skinned train back, just as they had said.


    Mi Lan was still focused on the bonds. In the morning, seeing them fall, her heart turned to ashes. But having once been wealthy, the beautiful dream was hard to wake from, and by evening her heart would reignite with hope that tomorrow they might rise.


    The bond market was turbulent. On the day they left, Capital Construction briefly rebounded, actually rising a bit.


    Mi Lan shoved the paper under Yan Wei''s nose: "See, it''s gone up. Next week it''ll definitely bounce back to 280,000. Your whole family will regret this."


    "By the way, how many bags did you give your sister? And didn''t you contribute 2,800 for her house renovation? Let''s pay it all back together, using my sry to make up the difference. Don''t object, or I really will divorce you this time," Yan Wei said, his voice deep but without hesitation.


    Mi Lan realized then that Yan Wei wasn''t just talking. He not only wanted to sell all her things, but also reim everything she had given to her sister and mother - all assets to be returned to Little Wang.


    Mi Lan trembled for a long time holding the newspaper, but she still didn''t have a heart attack. She could still hold on, waiting for the bonds to rise and p Yan Wei in the face.


    She firmly believed the bonds would rise.


    Until they returned to the capital, until one day, she saw news of Capital Construction''s bankruptcy in the newspaper.


    Mi Lan fainted right there at the newsstand.


    ...


    With the money back, repaying the debt naturally became the priority.


    Yan Peiheng called a few times, trying to persuade Yan Zhao to keep the money for Little Wang, after all, it was Su Wen''s dying wish.


    But how could Yan Zhao possibly listen?


    "This is my business, you don''t need to worry about it," he said.


    Yan Peiheng then said, "By the way, your second brother and Mi Lan..."


    "I don''t care about them," Yan Zhao snapped, hanging up the phone with a bang.


    Yan Wei had provided Gu Xiao''s contact information, including an overseas phone number. This required international long-distance service at home, and current phone fees were eye-watering. The basdline fee was already 28 per month, and adding international service would bring it to 58 just to maintain that phone.


    But for some reason, when they called the number, it was disconnected, just ringing endlessly without connecting.


    Since there was also an address, Yan Zhao went specially to the post office to buy airmail envelopes. He wrote a letter including his home address and phone number, as well as his work address and number, then made a special trip to Xiping City''s main post office to drop it in the international mailbox.


    Then the couple had to seriously consider how toe up with 300,000 in cash to keep in a fixed ount.


    Once they contacted Gu Xiao, they would transfer the money directly.


    Yan Zhao harbored resentment towards Gu Xiao.


    He certainly hated that man; all of his mother''s suffering had begun from knowing him.


    But Chen Men wouldn''t sell that building; she didn''t even want to sell a single shop space. Who would be foolish enough to sell property these days?


    They had 198,000 on hand. She could pull out 40,000 in liquid funds herself. Yan Wei would send back another 5,000 in a while. With another 60,000, they could pay off this debt.


    But where could Chen Men suddenlye up with 60,000?


    "Our Xishan Company''s public ount happens to have 60,000. Why don''t we ask Yan Xishan if we can transfer it over to use for now, and we''ll repay thepany ount when the next paymentes in from Dongfang Group?" Qi Songlu said, ying with a ballpoint pen.


    Chen Men considered it, but doing so would mean using Yuanyuan''s money to fill Yan Zhao''s hole.


    Yan Xishan had been a bit self-destructivetely. He wasn''t even attending night school properly. A few days ago, Yan Zhao ran into him drunk on the street. He had wanted to help him home but got yelled at instead.


    When Yuanyuan called him, he would just listen without speaking, grunting a few times before hanging up.


    Let alone her?


    Calling him now would be deliberately asking to be scolded.


    If he knew she needed money, he''d probablyugh his head off.


    It had been over a month since the registered letter was sent out. By rights, there should have been a reply by now. Chen Men was just getting anxious when Yan Zhao came home from work.


    He was carrying five or sixrge banana leaf fans.


    Little Wang had also just returned from outside, also carrying several banana leaf fans which he handed to Yan Zhao, frowning curiously, "Dad, our family is going through a lot of fanstely. What exactly are you using them for every night?"


    Little Lang said, "Dad must be eating the fans, sneakily at night." Otherwise, how could they go through one a day?


    Seeing the children''s sweaty heads, hair greasy with oil, and Little Lang''s mouth stained with various colors, Yan Zhao asked, "Have you been selling popsicles again?"


    Of course Little Wang had taken Yuanyuan and Little Lang to sell popsicles, but how could he admit it? "No, Dad, we just went out to y for a bit."


    This summer vacation, he had increased his little savings to 550 yuan, hehe!


    After handing the fans to Yan Zhao, he pretended to drive a little train with Little Lang, rushing ahead of their father to rinse off at the faucet.


    After running around all day,ing home for a quick rinse felt so good.


    Yan Zhao followed Chen Men into the kitchen, fanning her back with a banana leaf fan.


    With a snap, the fan broke after just a few waves.


    Yan Zhao let out a hiss, stuffing the broken fan into the fire and grabbing another: "Fans these days just don''tst."


    This man was stubborn as a mule. Chen Men had merely mentioned finding the bedroom hot recently and wanting to sleep with Yuanyuan. He had taken it as a challenge, insisting on fanning her to sleep every night without fail.


    Entering the 1990s, the quality of all products was collectively declining. Yan Zhao could use a fan for two days at most, so it wasn''t that he was eating the fans, but that his strong hands broke them quickly, causing the family to go through so many.


    Chen Men really didn''t want him to tire himself out every night like this. She could buy an air conditioner herself. As a businesswoman, she was only tight withrge sums; she always had small amounts of money on hand and could afford an air conditioner.


    But Yan Zhao refused. He promised he had a bonusing soon, plus double pay in August. Air conditioner prices had dropped a bit too. If he could find some connections, they should be able to buy one.


    So Chen Men could only watch him break fans day after day.


    A man''s pride couldn''t be broken; he was only making things harder for himself.


    The breeze from a fan was gentler than air conditioning anyway, and felt nice. She was content.


    "Any inquiries about the building?" Yan Zhao asked.


    Regarding the building, there had been many inquiries, but offers were only around 70-80,000. Some even asked if they''d sell for 30-40,000. Wouldn''t that just infuriate you?


    Chen Men kept this from Yan Zhao, afraid that if she told him, he''d agree to sell the building.


    They worked in different industries and had different values. Yan Zhao hadn''t been reborn; he just wanted to repay the debt.


    Chen Men could understand this. Even now, she was keeping it from Yan Zhao, nning to act first and reportter, telling him the building was still theirs after the debt was repaid.


    As the couple was cooking, Yan Zhao suddenly said, "There''s AIDS in our country now, spreading among prostitutes. We''ve caught several recently who, upon examination, no longer just have gonorrhea but AIDS. Xishan has been drinking heavilytely. I''m worried he''ll fall back into old habits..."


    AIDS was rampant in the 1990s. Apart from blood sales, it spread through sex. Yan Zhao was naturally concerned. They were brothers, and he was even closer to Yan Xishan than to Yan Wei. He didn''t want him to make one wrong step and regret it for life.


    But Yan Xishan wasn''t studying properly at night school anymore, drinking heavily outside every day. Forget about alcoholic liver disease at any time; prostitutes all liked him and were willing to sleep with him for free. If he happened to catch it once, his life would be ruined.


    Chen Men also sighed: "I made a mistake back then. I should have been the first to invite him to see a movie."


    The couple exchanged a nce. This really was an unsolvable problem.


    Yan Xishan was an orphan; both his parents were dead. If he wanted to self-destruct, who could stop him?


    But just then, the phone next door rang. Yuanyuan answered, and soon called out happily, "Mom, it''s my dad. He wants to talk to you."


    Huh? The estranged Yan Xishan suddenly calling of his own ord? What was going on?


    Chen Men picked up the phone. Yan Xishan''s voice came through enthusiastically: "Men, are you busy? Do you have time to chat for a bit?"


    "What is it? Go ahead," Chen Men said politely.


    Yan Xishan''s voice was filled with extreme ttery, as sweet as if he had a mouthful of malt candy: "Tell me, wouldn''t our Zhaodi like to have a father who''s a representative in the city''s People''s Congress?"

 Chapter 84

    People''s Representative - a term that resonates with authority.


    National People''s Representatives can travel to the capital to participate in the Two Sessions, presenting various reform proposals and suggestions to the country. The policies enacted by the nation often stem from these representatives'' opinions and suggestions.


    Simrly, city-level People''s Representatives can speak and offer suggestions at city congresses, ostensibly representing the people''s voice.


    In her previous life, Lu Jingyu had attended the Two Sessions as a People''s Representative. To secure that position, she had engaged in daily charitable activities, parading her rtionship to project an image of a good parent and spouse, all for the sake of that coveted spot.


    The benefits were obvious: expanding one''swork, gaining both fame and fortune. Once you entered that circle, you were no longer just a nouveau riche, but a true entrepreneur in every sense.


    It was also tremendously advantageous for the children. In her past life, the reason her eldest child had support in business ventures wasrgely due to the robustwork of connections established by their father.


    Could it be that Yan Xishan was aiming for a People''s Representative position?


    "If you run for People''s Representative, Yan Zhao and I, our whole family will support you," said Chen Men.


    Yan Xishan was nearly in tears over the phone: "I''m still not sober, I''mpletely dazed, but the city has sent down a document, asking me to submit materials urgently. They say they''re selecting one representative from all the small business owners in the city, and I have a spot on the shortlist."


    "Tell me what support you need," Chen Men said.


    Yan Xishan also realized that this opportunity probably hadn''te his way because of his vices - drinking, visiting prostitutes, and indulging in all sorts of debauchery. Treating officials to drinks, prostitutes, and sauna visits likely wouldn''t secure that nomination.


    So he didn''t know what to do.


    But Chen Men had experience. First, Xishan Company needed to be tidied up, as city officials would being for an inspection.


    Then there was his home. People would be visiting there too, but his house was like andfill - even a rat would get lost in there.


    Chen Men said, "Let Qi Songlu help you arrange thepany. I''ll discuss the details with her. As for your home..." She certainly didn''t want to go to Yan Xishan''s house herself, but who could she send to clean up Yan Xishan''s ce?


    "I''m not too busytely. You should give some money to Yan Bin and let him hire someone to clean up for you."


    Let Yan Bin hire people to clean up that dump.


    Yan Xishan hadn''t realized why he had been nominated, but Chen Men knew. It was because of Qi Songlu. Qi Songlu''s speech on television had given Yan Xishan social credibility, which caught the attention of the People''s Congress Organizing Committee.


    Now they had to mold Yan Xishan, shape him into the image that officials liked. Then he could be sessfully elected.


    The small award certificates that originally hung in their own home were now all taken down and sent to Yan Xishan''s house.


    Chen Men cut out his head from all the photos of him and Yuanyuan from childhood to adulthood. The father and daughter didn''t have a single photo together, so they urgently needed to take some new ones to disy at home and at work, to build his image as a good father.


    Xishan Company also needed to spray-paint and weld many safety production instruction signs, emphasizing the importance of safe production.


    At home, they needed to disy various books on safety procedures to demonstrate his expertise in coal mine production.


    Afterpleting all these tasks in two days, Chen Men finally approached Yan Xishan: "60,000 yuan, let me use it for a while. When the project payment from Dongfang Groupes in, I''ll transfer it back to thepany ount, okay?"


    Yan Xishan, once andlord''s son with only a kindergarten education, was now about to be elected as a city People''s Representative.


    He was still holding back, not daring to show off, but on the day he was truly elected, he wanted to host a banquet in the vige and treat everyone to a meal. Let everyone see that thendlord''s son Yan Xishan had risen up and finally made something of himself.


    Money was nothing.


    Even if Chen Men wanted his two livers damaged by alcohol, he would immediately go to the hospital, have them removed, and present them to her with both hands.


    "Do you want my heart? It''s still warm. Should I cut it out for you?" Yan Xishan asked with red eyes, half-jokingly.


    "Get lost," Chen Men rolled her eyes.


    While Yan Xishan was waiting for the city leaders to visit, Chen Men first told Yan Zhao that she had already sold the apartment and raised the 300,000 yuan. She solemnly handed over the receipt to Yan Zhao.


    "How much did you sell the apartment for?" Yan Zhao asked.


    Chen Men told a lie she could hardly believe herself: "110,000 yuan."


    Yan Zhao was silent for a moment, then surprisingly said, "There should be 20,000 left, right? Give it to me, I need to use it."


    Recently, Yan Zhao had been talking about buying an air conditioner for her, but it hadn''t materialized. Now he was asking for 20,000 yuan. What could he possibly need such arge sum of money for?


    Moreover, the money came from selling property. Given Yan Zhao''s character, he shouldn''t take this money. To him, the price of the apartment didn''t matter, whether it was cheap or a loss didn''t matter. He only wanted to raise 300,000 yuan to repay Gu Xiao.


    Why did he need the money?


    Chen Men was suspicious but didn''t ask. Instead, she went next door to ask Qi Songlu for a loan.


    "Boss, your Deputy Director Yan has beening home quitete recently, right?" Qi Songlu, who handled finances and was sensitive about money, said after counting the money, "Such arge sum of money, and you''re not asking him what it''s for?"


    Twenty thousand yuan was enough to pay twenty farm workers for a month of hard work.


    Moreover, Qi Songlu had been sleeping in the wholesale market for a long time, which had led to severe neurasthenia. She often couldn''t sleep at night and wandered outside. The night beforest, she heard someone breathing heavily outside. When she went to look, she saw Yan Zhao sitting outside, actually smoking a cigarette.


    He was sitting in the empty space by the garbage area, silently smoking and lost in thought.


    It wasn''t her ce to interfere in other couples'' affairs, but Qi Songlu still wanted to warn Chen Men. When a man smokes alone outside, it usually means something big has happened.


    In fact, Chen Men had also noticed that Yan Zhao had been working a lot of overtime recently, staying out all night for several days in a row. When he came home, he always smelled of disinfectant.


    Women''s sixth sense is strong. Chen Men instinctively felt that Yan Zhao wasn''t working overtime at night recently, but had gone somewhere else.


    However, while Chen Men would have been contemptuous of Lu Jingyu, she genuinely trusted Yan Zhao.


    A man who could make 50 yuanst for three weeks in his pocket couldn''t possibly be out doing bad things. A box of condoms cost three yuan, which he couldn''t afford.


    "If there''s something wrong, he''ll tell me when he''s ready to. I trust my man," Chen Men said with a smile.


    Qi Songlu then said, "Although Yan Xishan isn''t a good person, sometimes I feel he''s quite pitiful. Yesterday when I was helping him clean his office, guess what I found in his drawer?"


    "A drawer full of condoms, or women''s underwear?" Chen Men asked jokingly.


    Qi Songlu smiled, "No, nothing like that. It was your divorce certificate. Your copy was torn into pieces, but he had glued it back together. Not a single piece was missing."


    Chen Men felt a chill run down her spine. She was a bit afraid that Qi Songlu might be brainwashed by Yan Xishan''s apparent romantic gestures.


    However, most people tend to react adversely when you try to persuade them of something, so she only said mildly, "That doesn''t change the fact that he left me penniless in the divorce and let Hu Xiaohua steal all my savings. I almost ended up in the same situation as you."


    Qi Songlu''s smile faded, "That''s true. If it weren''t for you helping him get elected as a People''s Representative, he wouldn''t let you touch a penny. Believing in a man''s devotion is like dying without a burial ce."


    In fact, recently, Mi Fang had been prosecuted and subsequently sentenced by the Public Security Bureau for forging a bankbook. Qi Songlu could sue the Public Security Bureau forpensation, but Yan Zhao would only help her overturn the case, not deal with herpensation issues.


    Qi Songlu was hesitating whether to file awsuit when Wang Ding''an approached her. He said he was willing to help her find awyer and use connections in the court to sue the Public Security Bureau. He rambled on, saying how much he regretted his actions now, how much his parents missed her as a daughter-inw. The implication was that he wanted to divorce Mi Fang and remarry her.


    Qi Songlu was so disgusted by this that she decided not to sue the Public Security Bureau at all.


    Comparing Wang Ding''an to Yan Xishan, everything made sense.


    On Yan Xishan''s side, good news kepting, ryed to Chen Men through Qi Songlu.


    "People from the People''s Congress Organizing Committee came to ourpany. They praised me and Yan Xishan," she said excitedly.


    The next day, she said again, "You really guessed it right. Themittee members suddenly visited Yan Xishan at home. Thankfully we had cleaned his ce in advance. It was spotless and filled with books. The leaders saw all the books Yan Xishan had and praised him for a long time, saying he was the only coal boss in Xiping City who had a house full of books."


    Chen Men just smiled when she heard this.


    In her previous life, Lu Jingyu was able to be a representative at the Two Sessions, feeling extremely proud of herself. But in reality, all the work that needed to be expressed to the officials was done by her.


    If Yan Xishan could be a bit more ambitious, she might be able to help him go higher and further.


    After all, in her previous life, she had apanied a billionaire in building an empire and even nurtured a business tycoon.


    Chen Men has been working hard to learn how to drive recently. After studying seriously for a whole summer, her skin peeling from sunburn, she finally got her driver''s license just before the children started school. Now, she needs to consider buying a car.


    At this time, among the 200 private entrepreneurs in Xiping City, Yan Xishan stood out and actually entered the final selection.


    Seven candidates for one position - if he''s chosen, he''ll be the only nouveau riche in Xiping City to wear a red flower on his chest and represent the people in the National People''s Congress.


    When Yan Xishan heard this news, he was stunned.


    He excitedly grabbed Yuanyuan''s photo from the table and kissed it hard, theny on the ground crying for a while. After that, he got up, urgently bought a brand new Montagut suit, got a perm, and found a proper bathhouse to give himself a thorough scrub, making himself look fresh and bright.


    He was preparing to attend the final selection for the People''s Representative.


    At the same time, an airmail letter from Singapore finally arrived at Yan Zhao''s office.


    "An airmail letter for you, sir," said the clerk, Little Wang.


    Yan Zhao took it. Even after twenty years, he could recognize Gu Xiao''s handwriting at a nce.


    In economically developed Singapore, he was surprisingly traditional, using a kraft paper envelope and writing with a brush pen.


    Recently, because Sun Nutao had been on sick leave, Yan Zhao was the acting director of the Jindong Branch Bureau, and he had been so busy with work that he hadn''t been home for several days.


    After receiving the letter, he called Little Liu to drive him home. He opened the letter on the way, and the more he read, the deeper his brows furrowed.


    When he entered the house, he saw Chen Men squatting in the yard, applying iodine to Little Lang''s forehead.


    Little Lang''s forehead had arge scrape and a big, bruised bump. He was clutching his pants and trembling uncontrobly from the pain.


    "What happened to this child? How did he scrape his forehead?" Yan Zhao asked first.


    Chen Men said, "He said he identally bumped into something at the kindergarten. Why are you home so early today?"


    Yan Zhao handed the letter to Chen Men: "Read this letter first. It''s from Gu Xiao in Singapore."


    Chen Men was barefoot, with her shoes scattered around the yard.


    Yan Zhao nearly tripped over her shoes as he was about to enter the kitchen.


    Looking around, he saw that autumn had arrived, and fallen leaves covered the yard. In the kitchen, pots and pans were piled up on the counter. Clearly, Chen Men had been very busytely. Yan Zhao guessed that she was so worried about the child that she didn''t bother to change into slippers before tending to the child''s wound.


    After giving the letter to Men, Yan Zhao brought her slippers from the bedroom for her to wear, moved a stool for her to sit on, and then went into the kitchen to quickly wash the dishes.


    Chen Men finished treating Little Lang''s wound and then pointed at his nose, asking, "Did you really bump your head yourself? If someone hit you, you can''t lie to mommy."


    This child was born with physical problems, including poor blood clotting, making it difficult for wounds to heal. Usually, they had to be extra careful to prevent injuries.


    It had only been three weeks since school started, and Little Lang had already injured his forehead twice. Each time, Little Lang said he had bumped into something, but he had never been so clumsy before.


    Chen Men strongly suspected that he might be bullied at kindergarten and was afraid to tell.


    Little Lang looked very sincere as he pouted and said, "Mommy, I identally bumped into something myself. Mommy, I''m sorry."


    "Will you be more careful when walking in the future?" Chen Men said.


    Little Lang nodded obediently: "Yes, mommy."


    Recently, Yan Zhao had set up a small punching bag next to hisrge one, and the little fellow happily ran to the punching bag to practice.


    Only then did Chen Men open Gu Xiao''s letter and start reading.


    The first thing that amazed her was Gu Xiao''s excellent handwriting. Written with a brush pen, it was neat and flowing, with characters that were both rounded and sharp. Chen Men had practiced calligraphy in her previous life, and from a professional perspective, this handwriting could be called that of a calligrapher.


    The letter was divided into three parts. The first part was Gu Xiao recalling various memories of his interactions with Yan Zhao''s family when they were young, thanking him for being willing to put aside prejudices and write him a letter, and sincerely apologizing for Yan Xing''s death and the unjust treatment Su Wen had suffered.


    Secondly, he said that he had gathered information from various sources and heard about the many injustices Su Wen had endured in Yanguan Vige after he left, as well as the cold treatment from her husband and son. He expressed that it was difficult to find peace in his lifetime and that he must return to clear her name. He then expressed his desire to return to China to invest, especially in Xiping City.


    He asked Yan Zhao, even if he was too proud to ept his money, to at least give him a chance for redemption by working on Yan Peiheng''s thoughts and coordinating with various parties to allow him to return to China.


    The third part was about the 300,000 yuan.


    Regarding that sum of money, Gu Xiao said: "My purpose in giving the money was notpensation, but redemption. If thatnd is still as it was before, with right and wrong reversed, and all the fear and anger towards hunger and poverty pressed upon one woman, then money cannot save a nation''s prejudices, nor can it save that poor woman who deserves my lifelong respect. Use the money where it should be used, otherwise, you''re not letting down anyone but your mother. I would even think that a child like you has failed to live up to Su Wen''s nurturing grace."


    ...


    "Yan Zhao, I hear you''ve been in the military for twelve years, honing your skills just to seek justice from me. At least give me a chance to stand before you," he wrote at the end.


    Chen Men took the letter into the kitchen and said to Yan Zhao, "There''s something wrong with what Old Gu said. Our mother never suffered any injustice in Yanguan Vige."


    People''s hearts are made of flesh, and everyone likes kind people. The vigers had always been trying their best to protect Su Wen''s reputation.


    Even Chen Men, who married into the vige, knew nothing about Su Wen''s affairs.


    This shows how kind the vigers were.


    But Gu Xiao believed that after he left, Su Wen had endured twenty years of hardship in Yanguan Vige?


    Where did he hear this from?


    Yan Zhao took out a bag of garbage, went out to throw it away, and when he came back, he said, "If he''s willing to believe rumors he''s heard, that''s his own problem."


    It was because Gu Xiao believed that Su Wen was living in dire circumstances that he kept sending letters applying to return to the country, wanting to exin what happened back then.


    The only turning pointy with Yan Peiheng, but Yan Peiheng stubbornly refused to let Gu Xiao return.


    Unable tomunicate face-to-face, relying only on mutual guessing games, isn''t it just one misunderstanding after another?


    Seeing Yan Zhao frowning all the time, Chen Men said, "Why don''t I go to the capital and personally persuade our dad not to be so stubborn anymore and let Old Gue back?"


    Gu Xiao was considered a wealthy man even in Singapore. If he came to Xiping City to invest a little and sign a few projects, it would contribute to the city''s GDP.


    This was no longer the 60s or 70s. The country was promoting openness, and she didn''t understand why Yan Peiheng was being so stubborn.


    Although Chen Men only did small business, she understood the principle that when the big river rises, the small rivers fill up.


    If Gu Xiao was willing to invest in Xiping City, wouldn''t her construction team get more projects to work on?


    "No need, I''ll just give him a call," Yan Zhao said as he dried his hands and called the capital.


    In the capital, several months had passed since thest contact.


    Yan Wei had sent back a few thousand yuanter, but hadn''t called, so Chen Men didn''t know how he and Mi Lan were doing as a couple, nor did she know how Yan Peiheng was doing.


    However, when she saw Yan Zhao about to make the call, she quickly said, "Put the phone down first, let me do it."


    Yan Peiheng had a phone in his office and at home. It wasn''t quitting time yet, but Chen Men dialed Yan Peiheng''s home number.


    The phone rang about seven or eight times before someone picked up, but the person on the other end remained silent until Chen Men said "hello." Then the person asked in a low voice, "Who is this?"


    As expected, it was Wang Gebi''s voice.


    The person''s voice was soft and gentle.


    "I''m looking for Yan Peiheng," Chen Men introduced herself, "This is Chen Men."


    The other person said very gently, "Peiheng isn''t home right now. If you have something to say, you can tell me."


    Chen Men held the microphone and looked up at Yan Zhao, smiling as she said, "It''s Yan Zhao who wants to speak with Father about something. He wants to ask about Old Gu. Auntie Wang should know about Old Gu, right? Is it true that my father has been blocking Old Gu from returning to the country?"


    "Well, Peiheng is too... Sigh, Men, many things are due to Peiheng''s stubbornness. We can''t do anything about it. Sigh, I''m busy, I have to go." There was a click, followed by a dial tone.


    After hanging up, Chen Men looked up at Yan Zhao and smiled.


    Learned something new, didn''t you? See how interesting this is?


    Even a fool should be able to tell from this, right? Wang Gebi not only lives at Yan Peiheng''s house and answers her calls during work hours, but also refers to Yan Peiheng simply as "Peiheng."


    Yan Zhao was quiet for a while, then flipped through the phone book to find Yan Peiheng''s office number. He called the office and asked where Yan Peiheng was.


    "Hello,rade. Recently, all the leaders in the military region have gone on a business trip to Shenyang. If you have any matters, please tell me first, and I''ll pass the message along," the office staff said.


    Yan Zhao asked directly, "When will he be back?"


    The sound of flipping pages came through the phone, then the person replied, "Probably on the 5th of next month."


    After hanging up, Yan Zhao calcted the time and said to Chen Men, "Next month, could you trouble your sister-inw to look after the children for a while? Would you like toe with me to the capital?"


    "Sure," Chen Men said.


    After all, this was Yan Zhao''s family matter, and Yan Peiheng was her father-inw. Chen Men couldn''t say it directly, but hadn''t her phone call already revealed a lot?


    Many things are useless to just talk about; seeing is believing. And timing is crucial. Seeking Gu Xiao''s return to the country was a good opportunity.


    Now, Yan Zhao probably believed that Wang Gebi was Yan Peiheng''s lover.


    But Chen Men didn''t think so anymore.


    She had a vague feeling that the problem between father and son might be one ofmunication.


    However, it was pointless to say more now. Everything would be clear once they reached the capital.


    Just then, Yuanyuan and Little Wang came back. As soon as Yuanyuan entered, she smiled at Yan Zhao and said, "Dad, do you know what funny thing happened in our ss today?"


    Yan Zhao grunted, noticing that Chen Men had boughtmb and celery for dinner. Knowing she was nning to make dumplings, he picked up the flour bowl and went to the kitchen to knead the dough. Yuanyuan, undeterred by his poker face, followed him with a smile and said, "During our math teacher''s lecture, a pair of underpants fell out of his trousers. Isn''t that funny?"


    Yan Zhao maintained his poker face, grunted, and finished kneading the dough. Seeing that Chen Men had prepared the filling, he reached out and mmed the rolling pin onto the cutting board with a loud "thwack," rolling out two wrappers at a time, the dumpling skins flying out swiftly.


    Although Yan Zhao didn''t respond to Yuanyuan, not even with a nce, Yuanyuan specially made him a cup of tea and brought it over. Only then did she go to practice the piano, waving as she left, "Bye-bye, Dad. Listen to me y the pianoter, okay?"


    "Hmm!" Yan Zhao continued rolling out the wrappers while Chen Men wrapped the dumplings.


    After practicing the piano for a while, Yuanyuan came back again. "Mom, is your foot hurting? I thought I saw you tiptoeing earlier. Let me take a look, what''s wrong with your foot?"


    Yan Zhao turned to look at Chen Men, surprised, and asked, "Is that why you kicked off your shoes in the yard? Because your foot hurts?"


    Chen Men looked at her daughter and shook her head with a genuine smile.


    She could fully understand Su Wen''s sorrow after Yan Xing''s death, and the lifelong guilt she couldn''t let go of.


    Moreover, she felt that Yan Zhao also bore inescapable responsibility for the twenty-year estrangement between Su Wen and Yan Peiheng. If he could have acted as a mediator between them, or written a letter to his father, or persuaded his mother, perhaps he could have helped them let go of their grudges. At the very least, Su Wen might not have died with regrets.


    But that''s how things are.


    Men can be pirs of strength, protecting their country and family, but they can never be as thoughtful as daughters.


    Only daughters are the warm cotton jackets close to their parents'' hearts. For instance, only Yuanyuan noticed her foot pain.


    Even though Yan Zhao rarely smiled or spoke, even though he would never respond to Yuanyuan''s smiles, as long as he was her father, Yuanyuan would always chatter away, cling to him, love him, and use her words and smiles to add color to his dull, monotonous life.


    She was the warm jacket for both her parents, and the lubricant in their rtionship.


    In the matter between Su Wen and Yan Peiheng, Yan Zhao hadn''t done enough.


    But Yan Zhao was a man after all. He could step up to protect his mother in crucial moments, go to the battlefield with a gun, earn money and wages to support the family, but asking him to facilitatemunication between his parents was too much.


    How could boys have the same delicate sensibilities as girls? If they did, we wouldn''t call them silly boys, would we?


    Simrly, if Yan Xing were alive, everything would have been different.


    "Mom''s fine, go on now. Practice the piano a bit more. Mom will make dumplings for you, withmb filling that Little Lang loves," Chen Men patted her daughter''s bottom.


    Little Lang shouted from outside, "I lovemb!"

 Chapter 85

    Yan Zhao took off Chen Men''s socks and gestured for her to sit on the stool. After examining her feet carefully, he said, "Have you been walking a lottely? Why are your soles so worn?"


    The entire sole of her foot was turning white and felt hard when pressed.


    "I''ve been busy with the Dongfang Group''s groundbreaking for a long time, and it''s finally starting now. I also have to learn to drive and pick up Little Lang from school every day. I''m exhausted," Chen Men said as she withdrew her foot. Not only was it turning white, but if this continued, dead skin would start to form.


    Yan Zhao pulled her foot back and rubbed his thumb over it. "Does it hurt?"


    "Stop touching it, it smells. You''re going to roll out dough soon," Chen Men said.


    When feet start developing dead skin, they can be sour-smelling and stinky, which isn''t pleasant.


    In this life, it was still okay; her feet hadn''t developed calluses yet. In her previous life, Chen Men had helped Lu Jingyu build his empire, walking so much that she developed thick calluses on her feet. Once, when she was washing her feet, Lu Jingyu saw them and was shocked: "Men, are you still a woman? How can you have calluses on your feet?"


    After a pause, Lu Jingyu added, "Although it looks disgusting, I can tolerate it because I love you."


    Men would only find it disgusting, nauseating, and revolting, thinking she was an ugly old hag with even ugly feet. They wouldn''t consider how many miles she had walked and how much pain she had endured to develop such thick calluses.


    Chen Men didn''t like Yan Zhao squeezing her feet like this.


    No woman wants her husband to think of her as a yellow-faced, smelly-footed old hag.


    But Yan Zhao remained silent, grabbed Chen Men''s foot, and started massaging it with hisrge hands. After running around all day, having someone massage your feet felt trulyfortable.


    "What''s Dad doing?" Little Lang peeked into the kitchen, seeing Yan Zhao crouched on the floor massaging Chen Men''s feet. He looked at his own feet and asked, "Dad, can you massage mine too?"


    "Sure, but when Dad was little, he often helped his mom massage and wash her feet," Yan Zhao said.


    Little Lang responded with an "Oh, Dad''s amazing,"pletely missing the significance of his father''s words and failing to pick up on the cue.


    So Yan Zhao said, "When you grow up a bit, you should help Mom massage and wash her feet too, understand?"


    Little Lang stretched out his hands and pounced forward: "I can do it now!" To him, it seemed like fun.


    "Alright, alright, my feet don''t hurt anymore. Go wash your hands, everyone go wash your hands," Chen Men said.


    She couldn''t ept this kind of filial piety that involved washing and massaging feet at every turn. She''d rather have her children grow up, make money, and shower her with cash so she could go to a foot spa and have a handsome young man massage her feet.


    A mary transaction, guilt-free, and with good technique.


    In the evening, Chen Men first went to Yuanyuan''s bedroom to hear her story about the math teacher.


    Yuanyuan wasughing as she described how dirty the math teacher''s underwear was: "Mom, that underwear had two holes in the back, and there was something yellow on it. Eww, he picked it up and stuffed it in his pocket, and we all watched him eat lunch without washing his hands!"


    "Holes? Isn''t that just like Dad''s old underwear?" Little Wang asked from outside the window.


    Yan Zhao shouted, "Yan Xiaowang, go sleep in your own room."


    At night, Yan Zhao never entered Yuanyuan''s bedroom himself, nor did he allow Little Wang to wander around.


    Little Wang pouted, feeling angry and left out while the room next door was so lively, and he was always alone.


    After the two little ones fell asleep, Chen Men had to go to the bathroom to take a shower before entering the bedroom. As soon as she entered, she heard Yan Zhao on the phone: "Thirty thousand, are you sure you can get it?"


    "Of course, you''re my oldmander, why would I lie to you?" The voice on the phone startled Chen Men as well, as it was Xiong Dapao''s voice.


    Chen Men sat down next to Yan Zhao, wanting to hear what he was nning to do.


    A few days ago, he had taken two thousand from her, and now it seemed he was asking to borrow thirty thousand from Xiong Dapao.


    He had been spending so much moneytely.


    However, Yan Zhao quickly hung up the phone and turned to Chen Men, saying, "I was just in touch with arade. He has an old Passat that he''s willing to sell for thirty thousand. You don''t have to pay right away; you can pay whenever you have the money. If you don''t have it, I''ll try to save up and give it to him in a couple of years."


    So he had been discussing with Xiong Dapao about buying a car for her, and it was Xiong Dapao''s old car.


    Buying a car was putting a lot of pressure on Yan Zhao.


    In this day and age, why did everyone leave their government jobs to go into business? It was because if you didn''t, you wouldn''t starve, but luxuries like cars would be unthinkable in this lifetime.


    Chen Men felt she shoulde clean with Yan Zhao. Afraid he might get angry, she raised both hands before daring to say, "I didn''t sell that building."


    Yan Zhao''s breath caught, but he didn''t seem surprised. Instead, he said, "You used Yuanyuan''s money, right? I knew you hadn''t sold the building when you didn''t go to the police station to transfer ownership." After a pause, he added in a low voice, "What you did wasn''t very good."


    As second-marriage spouses, they prioritized politeness. Yan Zhao rarely spoke harshly to Chen Men.


    Saying it "wasn''t very good" was already a severe criticism from him.


    Chen Men raised her hands a bit higher and then told Yan Zhao about taking sixty thousand from Yan Xishan''s public ount and adding some of her own money to make up the three hundred thousand.


    In reality, Gu Xiao wouldn''t have wanted that money. How could someone who wanted to invest in Xiping City ask for the three hundred thousand that had been given out long ago?


    "It''s just tight for a while, but I can manage. Keep that building for yourselves. The monthly rent is five thousand yuan," Chen Men added after finishing her exnation.


    Although Yan Zhao still looked a bit fierce, he reached out and grabbed Chen Men''s raised hands, cing them on the quilt. Then he said, "Since you kept the building, you can keep it for yourself. It has nothing to do with me."


    The letter was right on the bedside table. Yan Zhao picked it up and asked Chen Men, "How do you think we should use that three hundred thousand to make it meaningful?"


    He was just not good atmunication, and he had indeed been in the army for the past few years, out of touch with the broader social environment.


    But now that he had transferred to civilian life, he saw the development of society. After reading Gu Xiao''s letter and understanding his true intentions, he also felt thatpared to proving a point, it would be better to use the three hundred thousand where it was needed.


    Moreover, when Gu Xiao returned to China and saw that he had thrown away the three hundred thousand, he would not only be angry but probably find itughable, mocking his poor man''s pride.


    "That money belongs to Little Wang, can I use it?" Chen Men asked half-jokingly.


    His behavior was actually quite simr to Yan Wei''s. Yan Wei managed money for Mi Lanhua to spend, and Yan Zhao managed money for her to spend.


    "Let''s spend it meaningfully," Yan Zhao paused for a moment, then suddenly asked Chen Men very sincerely, "How do you think we should spend that three hundred thousand to make it meaningful?"


    Speaking of this, Yan Zhao had to tell Chen Men about Gu Xiao.


    He and Yan Peiheng were probably the same age, and they had stayed in Yanguan Vige for three years. The flute, harmonica, and other instruments that Yan Zhao learned as a child were all taught by Gu Xiao.


    Compared to Yan Zhao, Gu Xiao preferred Yan Xing, and Yan Xing had an exceptional sense of music, mastering any instrument quickly and singing even better.


    So, although Su Wen''s courtyard was dpidated and the family could barely feed themselves, in that era, the yard was always filled with music and song.


    Yanguan Vige was located on the outskirts of the city and was a very prosperous vige. The vigers were all very kind and united.


    However, Gu Xiao was from the "Five ck Categories," and his personality was particrly aloof and arrogant. He didn''t want to actively integrate into themunity.


    Moreover, he was too close to Su Wen. Su Wen was kind to everyone and didn''t restrain himself.


    This made the vigers dislike him very much.


    Take someone like Yan Sanye, for example. He was the same generation as Su Wen. It wasn''t that he wanted to be a hooligan, but simply that there was a natural affection between people. Young men like them all liked young, beautiful, gentle, big-sister-like women like Su Wen.


    Naturally, they would dislike Gu Xiao even more, who lived in Su Wen''s house and had no sense of propriety.


    Not just the vigers, even a slow boy like Yan Zhao could sensitively perceive that Gu Xiao''s fondness for Su Wen was abnormal.


    At this point in Yan Zhao''s story, Chen Men interjected, "What do you mean by abnormal?"


    Yan Zhao stared at the ceiling, probably thinking about how to describe it. Just as Chen Men was full of anticipation, he blurted out, "Like how I feel about you."


    His words left Chen Men speechless.


    Living a good life was enough. Although she treated Yuanyuan, Little Lang, and Little Wang the same on the surface, in her heart there would always be a distinction between them.


    She also couldn''t ept Yan Zhao''s love.


    After all, life was long, and who knew if he might have a female confidante in the future, or if he might betray her.


    "Hurry up and tell me, what happened next?" Chen Men urged Yan Zhao.


    As the old saying goes, poverty, love, and coughing cannot be concealed.


    Not only did Grandma Su constantly pick faults, but the friendly vigers of Yanguan Vige were also very dissatisfied with Gu Xiao.


    Yan Xing''s death intensified the conflict between them. The moment the vigers learned of Yan Xing''s death, they naturally ced all the me on Gu Xiao.


    Gu Xiao''s escape nearly got Yan Peiheng expelled from the army and caused a 20-year rift between Su Wen and Yan Peiheng as a couple. These were all real events that had urred.


    Of course Yan Zhao hated Gu Xiao. If it weren''t for Gu Xiao''s arrival, none of this might have happened.


    In Yan Zhao''s impression, Gu Xiao was an aloof intellectual, a professor who looked down on everyone in Yanguan Vige except for Su Wen and Yan Xing, and wasn''t even particrly friendly to him.


    The letter said that if the 300,000 yuan wasn''t spent meaningfully, he would be letting Su Wen down.


    Unfortunately, making and spending money was Yan Zhao''s biggest weakness. What was he supposed to do?


    So at this moment, Yan Zhao looked at Chen Men, seeking her advice on how to spend that money.


    "Discuss it with Little Wang, I don''t get involved in money matters," Chen Men said, covering herself with the quilt and going to sleep.


    Of course she knew how to spend money, and she could do it with ir.


    Going to a department store, taking a trip, buying high-end cosmetics, leather shoes, buying apartments or houses - these were all ways to spend money.


    But those were meaningless ways of spending. She really didn''t know how to spend it meaningfully.


    Yan Zhao was about to continue the conversation, but when he lifted the quilt, he heard Chen Men already snoring.


    ...


    A few weekster, on another weekend morning, Yan Zhao left home early.


    Not long after, Yuanyuan came to wake Chen Men: "Mom,e quick! Dad brought home a car for you."


    They had just been talking about cars recently, but Chen Men hadn''t taken it seriously. Had Yan Zhao already brought back Xiong Dapao''s car?


    She went out withoutbing her hair or washing her face, and saw a Santana so dirty its color was indiscernible parked in front of their house.


    In the cold November weather, Yan Zhao was fetching water to wash the car. Once cleaned, it turned out to be a spotless white Santana.


    This man moved too quickly.


    After finishing with the car, Yan Zhao tossed the keys to Chen Men: "You can drive this around from now on. It''ll be warmer in winter."


    As he was about to leave, he added: "By the way, you haven''t said anythingtely about that money. Think carefully about how to spend it!"


    This left Chen Men in a quandary. Yan Zhao had no money, yet he had gone to great lengths to get her a car to drive.


    Leaving love aside, Yan Zhao''s heart was sincere enough when it came to their life together.


    That money was Yan Zhao''s difficulty, so how should she spend it?


    Just as she was pondering this, a rare guest arrived - Cui Min, the ountant of Dongfang Group and wife of the Party secretary.


    "Excuse me, is this Yan Zhao''s house?" Cui Min asked from outside.


    Yuanyuan and Little Lang were kicking a shuttlecock in the yard. Yuanyuan caught the shuttlecock and said, "Yes, auntie. Pleasee in."


    Cui Min entered the yard and eximed, "Chen Men, you always said you lived in the countryside, but you never told me you lived in a vi that only foreigners could afford!"


    The beauty of the yard was in its maintenance. Since this summer, Yan Zhao had whitewashed all the walls and bought some pebbles from the market to coat the front of the house with a mixture of pebbles and cement.


    The exterior walls were clean and white, while the inner courtyard was simple and elegant, indeed looking like a vi.


    Cui Min was an important guest, so Chen Men quickly invited her inside.


    Entering Yuanyuan and Little Lang''s bedroom, Cui Min put the tea and alcohol she had brought on the table. Looking around, she saw the piano and was amazed again: "Is that a Steinway? Who ys in your family?"


    "I do, auntie. Please have some tea," Yuanyuan had already rushed to make a cup of tea and offered it to Cui Min.


    Chen Men patted her daughter''s bottom, sending her out to y.


    She guessed that Cui Min''s personal visit was probably about the 300,000 yuan.


    Sure enough, Cui Min didn''t beat around the bush and said directly: "I heard that when Mn camest time, she gave you the 300,000 yuan?"


    "Yes," Chen Men said.


    Cui Min leaned in closer and said, "Do you know about the military factory called Factory 271 in Xiping City?"


    "I do," Chen Men said.


    Not only did Chen Men know about Factory 271, she also knew that in the next few years, it would be contracted out from the military.


    The contractor''s name was Feng Yu, who would be one of China''s wealthiest individuals in the future.


    Lu Jingyu, as Xiping City''s richest man, had made his fortune in real estate.


    Feng Yu, on the other hand, would make his fortune through Factory 271. However, his path to wealth wasn''t honorable. ording to Lu Jingyu, he became rich by reselling the fixed assets of the military factory.


    Cui Min continued, "The military is currently undergoing a major downsizing, and the supporting military factories will also be shut down one after another. Factory 271 belongs directly to the Army General District and is abor protection factory. It''s currently undergoing a contract bidding process. There are all kinds ofrge-scale textile machines ready to use inside, and the current raw materials alone are worth over a million yuan. The equipment isplete, so once you take it over, you can continue with garment production if you want, or if you don''t want the hassle of running it yourself, you can subcontract it to others and still earn arge subcontracting fee. My dad is stubborn. This matter is under his General District''s management, but he doesn''t want me to do business and instead wants Wang Gebi''s eldest son-inw, Feng Yu, to handle it. I''ve given up on my dad because even my mom says that whenever anything involves his dear sister Wang Gebi, he bespletely unreasonable. But Men, can you ask Commander Yan to put in a good word for us? We can each put up half the money and see if we can secure Factory 271."


    She said all this in one breath.


    Chen Men couldn''t process this enormous amount of information all at once.


    She instinctively only asked, "Is Feng Yu Mn''s brother-inw, Wang Gebi''s eldest son-inw?"


    "Yes."


    "Both husband and wife are in business, and now they''re preparing to take over arge military factory, with your father''s help? And Wang Gebi is your father''s sister?" Chen Men said.


    Cui Min gave a bitter smile, realizing that Chen Men had misunderstood.


    So she began to exin Wang Gebi''s history to Chen Men.


    Wang Gebi is 56 years old this year, 20 years younger than her former love, Mi Ji. They were an older husband and younger wife.


    She was only 16 when she married into the military district. Because of her young age and her husband''s high rank, she was the youngest among the wives of the military district leaders.


    Because of this, even though she''s 56 now, the high-ranking officials in the army, such as Director Cui, Yan Peiheng, and Commander Xu, all treat her like a little sister.


    And she has always called them "brother."


    What Cui Min said was partly out of anger, but also true.


    Because Wang Gebi''s husband died early, hisrades have taken care of her and her daughters over the years.


    A group of old leaders, like Director Cui, even ordered their own daughters, like Cui Min, not to engage in business.


    But Wang Gebi''s eldest son-inw, Feng Yu, has always been doing business with military district resources, and Director Cui is willing to help.


    The excuse is: "Our oldrade died early, we have no choice but to help his descendants."


    After exining, Cui Min gave a self-deprecating smile: "You haven''t met Wang Gebi yet, have you? Although she''s almost sixty and quite ordinary-looking, for some reason, to put it bluntly, even my dad falls for her act."


    Chen Men had always thought that Wang Gebi was only gentle and kind to Yan Peiheng.


    This seemed to imply that she was the shared dream girl of all the old leaders in the military district?


    And just based on her act, her eldest son-inw Feng Yu would be the second richest man in Xiping City in the future?


    In Chen Men''s impression, the procedures for outsourcing a military factory were extremely strict.


    Because it belonged to the army, all assets were state-owned.


    If the contractor sold off all therge equipment and lined their own pockets, they would certainly make money.


    But the army and the country would suffer enormous losses. Because such losses involved high-ranking officials, they were difficult to investigate and usually ended up being swept under the rug.


    In the 1990s, the illegal sale of state-owned assets was amon urrence.


    Therefore, the military district was extremely strict in vetting the character of those to whom they outsourced contracts. Once the army investigated and found that a contractor''s character was unsatisfactory, they would revoke their contract rights.


    Let alone whether Chen Men wanted to partner with Cui Min to contract the 271 Factory.


    Regarding Feng Yu, Chen Men, being reborn, knew two particrly important things about him despite never having met him.


    First, Feng Yu had contracted syphilis from prostitutes from a very young age and carried the virus for life.


    Second, he would continue to use marijuana in the future.


    Compared to heroin, marijuana is less toxic, and because he smoked little and took good care of himself, he had managed to avoid trouble so far.


    Of course, all of this was what Lu Jingyu had told Chen Men.


    In her previous life, Chen Men didn''t know this man with a sexually transmitted disease who also smoked marijuana.


    In this life, if his condition were to be exposed, the military leaders probably wouldn''t dare to outsource the military factory to him.


    Of course, Cui Min certainly didn''t know whether Feng Yu currently had an STD or had started smoking marijuana.


    Chen Men, being in Xiping City, had no way to investigate this.


    To inquire about this matter, she would have to call the capital and ask Yan Wei.


    If Feng Yu hadn''t contracted an STD or started using marijuana yet, that would be fine.


    But if he was currently involved in either of these things,


    Wang Gebi''s dear sister would likely utterly humiliate him in front of all the military district leaders.


    However, since this was all spection and further verification would take time,


    Chen Men could only smile and say to Cui Min, "I happen to be going to the capital next month. I''ll discuss the matter of contracting the military factory with my father, but don''t get your hopes up too high, okay?"


    "Alright, Advisor Yan is just like my dad, both are people who are strict with themselves but lenient with others," Cui Min said with a smile as she stood up, reaching out to touch the round piano. She added, "If we can''t secure it, there''s nothing we can do. After all, Wang Gebi is the beloved sister of all the military district leaders."


    "Okay," Chen Men said as she saw Cui Min out the door.


    Today was the weekend, and hearing Yan Sanye''sughter getting louder and louder next door, Chen Men guessed that Yan Xishan hade to visit him.


    Recently, Yan Xishan had been running for People''s Representative. Although he was trying to keep a low profile this time and not publicize it widely, many people in the vige had heard rumors.


    Now people were really starting to take Yan Xishan seriously.


    When he came, the whole vige woulde out to see the excitement.


    However, Chen Men didn''t join in this excitement. She went out to call Little Wang and have him make a phone call to Yan Wei.


    Through this, she wanted to probe into the background of Feng Yu and Wang Gebi''s family.


    Although Wang Gebi had no direct connection to Chen Men,


    Feng Yu had now genuinely made Chen Men green with envy.


    Consider this: they were all in business. Xiong Dapao was doing construction projects and selling clothes, and as a single father, he was earning honest money through hard work from dawn to dusk.


    Despite Yan Xishan''s usual appearance in suits and ties, looking all proper, with all the youngdies in Xiping City crazy about him, as a coal boss, he still had to go down into the mines frequently. When he went down, he wore only underwear, walking through the ck muddy water in the coal pit, a shlight clenched between his teeth to light the way, with dirty water dripping on his head - his life hanging by a thread.


    Or take Zhou Xueqin and Lu Jingyu for example.


    They traveled from south to north, carrying pagers, sitting on trains every day, having to guard against pickpockets, thieves, and hooligans.


    They too were risking their lives for money.


    Why was it that while everyone else was struggling, Feng Yu could easily be wealthy just by selling off military assets, using Wang Gebi''s resources?


    Chen Men couldn''t help but feel this burning envy.


    Stepping out, she saw Yan Xishan indeed chatting with people at the garbage station, speaking eloquently and at length. Chen Men red at him but didn''t acknowledge him, only calling out to Little Wang: "Little Wang,e here, mom needs you for something."


    Little Wang, who had been listening to Yan Xishan boast, hurriedly ran over when he heard Chen Men calling him.


    "Mom, Yuanyuan''s dad is such a braggart, I can''t stand it!" Little Wang said, exasperated.

 Chapter 86

    Speaking of Yan Xishan, dressed in a Western suit, he was holding his daughter''s hand and talking to Yan Xiong and Yan Sanye about his campaign for People''s Representative.


    He was boasting confidently: "Given the reputation of Xishan Company, I think my chances of being elected are very high."


    "Congrattions, Xishan. You''re heading into politics now," Yan Xiong said with a smile.


    Yan Xishan waved his hand and said, "I wouldn''t dare im that, but we must strive, behave well, and align ourselves with the Party."


    Seeing Chen Men approaching from afar, Yan Xishan walked over with a smile and said, "Men, there''s something I need Yuanyuan''s help with. Tomorrow morning, we private entrepreneurs have been arranged by the People''s Congress Organizing Committee to visit a nursing home. The other bosses are no match for me, but there''s one surnamed Xiong, a single father who''s an ex-military businessman. His business is particrly sessful, and themittee members have a very good impression of him. Could you lend me Yuanyuan for a day so I can boost my poprity a bit? What do you think?"


    To be a People''s Representative, one needs to build a public image, and visiting the elderly is part of that image-building.


    Yan Xishan had resumed his night school and was treating Yuanyuan well. Seeing that hisplexion was normal and he had put on some weight proved that he hadn''t been drinking excessivelytely.


    This meant he was on the right track.


    "Come pick her up early tomorrow morning," Chen Men said.


    Yan Xishan smiled and said, "Why don''t you let her stay with me for the night? I''ve been trying to quit drinking recently, and nights are difficult. Having Yuanyuan with me for the night would help me get through it better."


    "Mama, please, let me stay with Papa for the night," Yuanyuan said with a smile.


    After all, Yuanyuan was Chen Men''s own daughter. Even though Chen Men was reluctant, the child wanted to go, and the people around were also persuading her to let Yan Xishan take the child for the night. Chen Men had no choice but to agree.


    When Yuanyuan heard she could stay with her father for the night, she held her father''s hand and was already saying goodbye to Chen Men: "Mama, I''lle back tomorrow after we''re done. Let Little Wang and Little Lang keep youpany today."


    Yan Xiong and Yan Sanye were about to escort Yan Xishan out of the vige when they happened to see Qi Songlu buying some vegetables to cook at home. Yan Xiong said, "Xishan, you''re not getting any younger. Qi Songlu is quite tall and not bad-looking. She''s been getting along well with Sanyetely. Would you like your uncle to introduce you? Don''t be too picky. Why don''t you marry Qi Songlu and start a family? What do you think?"


    Yan Sanye chimed in, "Although Songlu has a small bottom and might only give birth to girls, if you have several children, you''re bound to have a son eventually. You''re rich, so you don''t need to worry about government fines. What are you afraid of?"


    Yan Xishan looked up and caught Qi Songlu staring at him with a cold smirk.


    The current Yan Xishan was not the same as before; he was about to be a People''s Representative.


    Qi Songlu looked down on Yan Xishan, but Yan Xishan looked down on her even more. A woman with no hips, no waist, and short hair like a tomboy - Yan Xishan would have to be crazy to consider her.


    His former women, how beautiful Chen Men was, how gentle Hu Xiaowei was - how could Qi Songlupare?


    Even if all the women in the world were gone and only Qi Songlu remained, Yan Xishan would rather castrate himself than marry Qi Songlu.


    "We''ll see. I''m still young, no need to rush," he said with a smile as he parted from the group. Yan Xishan hugged Yuanyuan and left with a face full of joy.


    He went off to participate in the elderly care activity with great ambition.


    Chen Men called Little Wang home, needing him to make a phone call to Yan Wei.


    She could have made the call herself, but after all, she was the younger sister-inw, and Yan Wei was the elder brother-inw. She was afraid that if she called alone to discuss Feng Yu''s matter, Mi Lan and Wang Gebi might be suspicious if they overheard.


    After calling Little Wang into the house, Chen Men said, "Little Wang, do you miss your second uncle? Why don''t you give him a call?"


    "Why would I miss him? Why should I?" Little Wang found it puzzling.


    "He''s your uncle after all. It''s been almost half a year since he returned to the capital. Give him a call and check on him," Chen Men said without further exnation, already dialing Yan Wei''s home number.


    Little Wang reluctantly picked up the phone.


    Yan Wei and his wife didn''t live with Yan Peiheng. Chen Men first dialed Yan Wei''s home, but after two attempts, no one answered.


    So she had to dial back to Yan Peiheng''s home. This time, someone picked up after just two rings.


    It was Yan Wei who answered. Even through the phone, one could hear the surprise in his voice: "Little Wang, you actually remembered to call your second uncle?"


    "Second Uncle, wishing you good health and all the best. Okay, goodbye," Little Wang just perfunctorily responded, ready to hang up the phone.


    Chen Men took over the phone: "Second Brother, has Father returned? Have you moved back to live with Father?"


    Yan Wei chuckled rather politely on the phone before saying, "Only I moved back. Men, your sister-inw and I have been discussing recently, we''re nning to get divorced."


    It was mid-December now, and it had been nearly half a year since Mi Lan and Yan Wei returned to the capital. Chen Men had always thought their rtionship should have eased by now, but they were actually talking about divorce?


    "Where are Sister-inw and Little Ha now?" Chen Men then asked.


    "Them?" Yan Wei sighed, "Who knows? Anyway, I''m the viin in the militarypound now. I get scolded wherever I go. Our dad is on a business trip and hasn''t returned, but he''ll scold me too when he gets back. Mi Lan is seen as the righteous one, she can go wherever she wants, I don''t care."


    After all, Mi Lan had lost her only child and had her tubes tied. As soon as Yan Wei mentioned divorce to her, regardless of the reason or whose fault it was, he, as a military man, daring to abandon a woman who had her tubes tied for him, became the target of everyone''s criticism.


    A modern-day Chen Shimei.


    The militarypound where he lived was full of elders who had watched him grow up. They could drown him with just their spit.


    "So is Auntie Wang Gebi taking care of you now?" Chen Men then asked.


    Thest time she called, Wang Gebi had answered. Chen Men thought it was interesting that even though Yan Wei and Mi Lan were talking about divorce, they still let Wang Gebi stay at their house every day?


    "You mean my mother-inw? She''s been living with her eldest daughter Mi Xue for the past half year, hasn''t reallye back to the military district," Yan Wei surprisingly said.


    This was interesting. Yan Wei said Wang Gebi hadn''t been back to the military district for half a year.


    But when Chen Men called Yan Peiheng''s house, it was clearly Wang Gebi who answered the phone.


    There must be something fishy going on here, but exactly what it was, she''d only know once she got to the capital.


    However, Chen Men could be certain of one thing: Wang Gebi was deliberately making her and Yan Zhao think that her rtionship with Yan Peiheng was inappropriate.


    But it was very likely that in the eyes of the old leaders in the militarypound, she and Yan Peiheng werepletely innocent, with no rtionship whatsoever. Fortunately, Chen Men could keep her cool and didn''t say anything about this in front of Mi Lan and Yan Wei.


    Otherwise, even Yan Wei would have doubted her character.


    Unable to steer the conversation towards Feng Yu, Chen Men became a bit anxious and decided to ask directly: "Second Brother, Mi Lan''s brother-inw is called Feng Yu, right? It seems he''s trying to acquire our city''s Factory 271. I''m also in business and interested in that factory. Do you think I have a chance against him?"


    Speaking of this, Yan Wei paused for a moment before saying, "You mean Mi Lan''s brother-inw? He''s a big shot in our military district. I''m afraid you might not be able topete with him."


    Feng Yu was also a retired military man who, after leaving the service, made a fortune in the military industry business using Wang Gebi''s connections.


    When Mi Lan wanted to scold Yan Wei for being ipetent, she would use Feng Yu as aparison. Over time, this led Yan Wei to believe that the men in their family were incapable of making money and were all useless.


    Otherwise, why would he have looked down on Yan Zhao so much before?


    "What if I want to give it a try anyway? We''re family after all. Do you know anyone in the military who could put in a good word for me?" Chen Men tentatively asked.


    Yan Wei sighed before saying, "Dad strictly forbids me from using military connections. I''m in a nonbat role and about to retire soon, so I really can''t help you. Besides, Feng Yu has probably already secured Factory 271. Although the paperwork is still being processed, he''s been in Xi Ping City for the past few months, likely at Factory 271 the whole time. Why don''t you go and see for yourself?"


    With this statement from Yan Wei, Chen Men understood.


    The military personnel stationed at Factory 271 had long since been withdrawn, and the factory was currently closed.


    While Feng Yu was processing the paperwork in the capital, he had actually already entered the factory and was probably already selling off state assets.


    "Thank you, second brother. Take care of yourself," Chen Men said as she hung up the phone.


    Putting other things aside, Chen Men had a husband who worked in public security, which was quite convenient in this regard.


    Tonight, she nned to call Yan Zhao and go survey Factory 271 in person.


    Hopefully Feng Yu wasn''t in such a hurry that he had already started selling off state assets. Otherwise, he wouldpletely disgrace Wang Gebi.


    It was the weekend. Yuanyuan had been taken away by Yan Xishan, and Yan Zhao had gone out to work overtime, leaving only Chen Men, Little Wang, and Little Lang at home.


    Usually on weekends, Little Wang and Little Lang liked to eat out.


    A Sichuan stir-fry restaurant had recently opened at the vige entrance. The food was decent, especially spicy. So Chen Men took the two kids out and invited Qi Songlu to join them for some stir-fry.


    Xiong Dapao had quoted 30,000 yuan for that Volkswagen Passat. Recently, Chen Men had also received a payment of 140,000 yuan from Dongfang Group. After deducting project expenses, she could afford to buy the car.


    Chen Men also wanted to repay the 60,000 yuan in Yuanyuan''s ount as soon as possible.


    It just so happened that Song Huaihua had recently been promoted to loan officer at the Postal Savings Bank.


    During the meal, Chen Men discussed with Qi Songlu about preparing the documents for the wholesale market building, mortgaging it to the bank, and borrowing 60,000 yuan to repay Yuanyuan''s money.


    As for the loan, they could save up all the rent from the wholesale market and pay it off in a year.


    There was a dish of Kung Pao Chicken on the table, with more bamboo shoots than chicken. The chicken was crispy and particrly vorful. Qi Songlu, Little Wang, and Little Lang were all bowing their heads, pecking at the chicken pieces like roosters.


    Looking up, Qi Songlu smiled and said, "Chen Men, you really are a boss. You''re so good at nning. In just a few moves, you''ve acquired a whole building."


    Chen Men reached out to pat Little Wang and Little Lang''s heads, saying, "That building belongs to Little Wang and Little Lang, not me."


    Even close brothers need to be clear in their ounting, let alone her being their stepmother.


    Moreover, the building didn''t just belong to Little Wang. When Su Wen died, Little Lang wasn''t born yet. If he had been, Su Wen would surely have left him a share too.


    Yan Zhao was a man of few words and didn''t say much about this. But Chen Men needed to let her two stepsons know that she hadn''t taken a penny from them.


    "Why do we need to take out a loan? Don''t we have 300,000 yuan? Isn''t that my money? Mom, why do you want to borrow? Don''t borrow, don''t owe people money, okay?" Little Wang suddenly looked up and stopped grabbing chicken pieces.


    Chen Men paused too.


    Those 300,000 yuan were a matter of dignity for Yan Zhao and his sons. How to spend it couldn''t be decided by her alone.


    Besides, contracting a military factory would cost at most 200,000 yuan, and Cui Min was going to contribute 100,000 yuan. So they could only spend 100,000 yuan, and she wondered how to spend the rest. Maybe she should ask Little Wang. Little Wang was Su Wen''s most beloved grandson. If he spent the money, Su Wen would be happier in heaven.


    They didn''t bring up this topic again during dinner. After returning home and bathing, Little Wang and Little Lang slept together tonight. Chen Meny in bed and finished telling stories to the two boys before asking Little Wang, "Little Wang, if you had 200,000 yuan, how would you spend it?"


    Since Yuanyuan wasn''t here, Little Wang could finally sleep with Little Lang tonight.


    The two were having a pillow fight when Little Wang heard Chen Men''s question. He immediately put down his pillow and sat up: "Mom, are you talking about that 300,000 yuan?"


    If they really invested in Factory 271, they would need at least 100,000 yuan, so Chen Men said to Little Wang: "There''s about 200,000 yuan left now, because Mom has already nned how to spend 100,000 yuan to help you. Tell me, how would you spend the remaining 200,000 yuan?"


    For a little miser like him, how could he not be tempted when hearing about that 300,000 yuan?


    Wouldn''t he imagine how he would spend it if the money was really his?


    Since the lottery was introduced in 1987, the reason the prize pool has grown to hundreds of millions is because everyone, adults and children alike, has a daydream of getting rich overnight.


    Little Wang looked like he had been waiting for this question. He snapped his fingers and looked at Chen Men mysteriously: "Then let me tell you how I would spend it if you gave me the money, okay?"


    "Go ahead."


    Little Wang smiled so hard his eyes crinkled. He jumped up and pulled out a copy of "Popr Cinema" from the cab, saying: "Do you remember when we visited Xi''an Film Studio? I asked the staff member who yed with us, and he said it costs 200,000 yuan to make a movie. If I could spend it, I''d use 200,000 yuan to make a movie just for our Yuanyuan, so she can star in it from beginning to end, not just for three minutes."


    Chen Men had thought Little Wang would have some extraordinary ideas.


    He really was just a child.


    Thest time they only saw Yuanyuan in a three-minute movie, which wasn''t enough. He had been thinking about it ever since, which is why he said this.


    She patted the bed and said, "Lie down and tell me slowly."


    "Think about it, our Yuanyuan was in ''The Yellow River Bad''. ''The Yellow River Bad'' is so popr now, lots of kids in our school have seen it. If she could star in a whole movie, wouldn''t that be even more popr? I wouldn''t sell cassette tapes anymore, I''d sell movie videotapes instead. Videotapes make more money, they cost ten yuan each."


    Little Wang got more and more excited as he spoke, gesticting wildly. He lost his grip on the "Popr Cinema" magazine and it flew onto Chen Men''s head with a smack.


    "Mom, I''m sorry." The little one was startled. "Did it hurt you?"


    "It did hurt. Now go to sleep right away." Chen Men pretended to be angry.


    After all, he was just a child. Little Wang''s fanciful way of spending money had no practical reference.


    If she were to spend money making a movie for Yuanyuan, let alone the fact that she didn''t know how to make movies, even if they made one, wouldn''t peopleugh themselves to death?


    Little Wang immediately crawled under the covers and obediently closed his eyes. After a while, he muttered, "Mom, don''t be angry. Don''t leave, stay and sleep with us, okay?"


    "I''m not leaving. Go to sleep now," Chen Men said. She was about to put away the magazine and turn off the lights to sleep.


    But her eyes paused, and she saw an article that made her sit up.


    "Popr Cinema" mainly published articles about film production, mostly discussing the filming situations of movies from studios like August First, Beijing, and Shanghai Film Studios.


    In this issue of "Popr Cinema", there was an article saying that a director named Zhou Yu had originally nned to shoot a film called "Return to the City", but due tock of funds, the film had been put on hold.


    Director Zhou Yu particrly regretted shelving that script. Currently, he was seeking funding from all sectors of society to help him shoot "Return to the City". He said that after the film was released and recouped its costs, he would return all the collected money in full.


    Finally, Director Zhou Yu left his home address in Beijing. He said if anyone was willing to invest, they could write to him or go to his home directly to discuss.


    It was only the 1990s, and investment in the arts hadn''t taken off yet. When directors wanted to make films butcked money, they would use this method to raise funds.


    Chen Men quickly scanned the brief introduction and felt increasingly confident.


    The film "Return to the City" told a story simr to "Debt of Sin", which was very popr in the 1990s. It was about the difficult lives of educated youths returning to the cities, and the tragic experiences of their children left behind in the countryside - some running to the cities to find their parents, some being trafficked, and others struggling to survive on their own. In short, it reflected the reality of educated youths in the 1980s.


    In her previous life, the TV series "Debt of Sin" had been a huge hit. She wasn''t sure how much this film would cost to invest in, but investing in a film about educated youths seemed more meaningful than investing in a military factory.


    More importantly, it was Little Wang''s idea, and it could reflect the situation of some children in society, which was more meaningful than investing in a military factory.


    At present, investing in a film would cost at most a few tens of thousands of yuan, and the money could be recovered after the film was released.


    For now, they could spend whatever they could.


    In this era, it was actually quite difficult to spend a huge sum of 300,000 yuan.


    Thinking of this, Chen Men took a pair of scissors and cut out the director''s address from the newspaper.


    She nned to go to the capital in a few days to personally meet with Director Zhou Yu to discuss this matter.


    Yan Zhao''s footsteps were heavy as he returned home. The two children were already asleep.


    Chen Men was anxious to tell Yan Zhao about Feng Yu''s embezzlement of military factory materials. Moreover, tonight she still needed to take Yan Zhao to Factory 271 to see firsthand if Feng Yu had already started selling off assets.


    Seeing that Chen Men was sleeping in the children''s bedroom, Yan Zhao brought some water and came over to wash up.


    It was cold, and Chen Men didn''t want to get off the heated kang bed or go outside, so she told him about this matter while still on the bed.


    Setting aside Wang Gebi for now, let''s first talk about Mi Lan''s brother-inw Feng Yu embezzling from military factories and state-owned assets. Our country has eight military regions, each with not just one but over a dozenrge-scale military supply factories under their direct control.


    Factory 271 was just the beginning. In the future, Feng Yu would take over all those dozen or so supply factories,pletely usurping and selling them off.


    With this, he could leap to be a famous tycoon nationwide.


    Yan Zhao was washing his face when he looked up, paused and asked, "Where''s Yuanyuan?"


    "Her father has some business with her tomorrow, so he took her home," said Chen Men.


    A brief look of displeasure shed across Yan Zhao''s face as he said meaningfully, "Haven''t you been getting a bit too close with Yan Xishantely?"


    When a man gets jealous, you have to coax him properly.


    Chen Men quickly said, "Let''s wait until he''s elected as a People''s Representative. For now, we should support him."


    Yan Zhao''s unhappiness was written all over his face.


    After all, ex-husband and ex-wife with a child between them is an unbreakable connection.


    Recently Zhou Xueqin had been making money in Guangzhou, supposedly earning quite a bit.


    A couple days ago she even called Yan Zhao, asking him to send Little Wang and Little Lang to stay in Guangzhou for a while during the winter break.


    In her words, she didn''t treat the children well before when she had no money, but now that she has money, she wants to make it up to Little Lang and Little Wang. She also said she wanted to take Little Wang and Little Lang to eat at McDonald''s.


    That''s the most popr food there in Guangzhou now, and kids love eating it.


    Zhou Xueqin is a mother after all. In her words, seeing Lu Dabao and Lv Erniu wolfing down their food made her think of her own two sons, who had never eaten such good things before.


    Of course, regarding this matter, Yan Zhao would definitely refuse firmly.


    From the day of the divorce, he didn''t want to have even the slightest entanglement with Zhou Xueqin again.


    He had a strong smell of 84 Disinfectant on him and was washing his hands with soap. When he heard Chen Men mention Feng Yu, he paused and said, "This Feng Yu you''re talking about, coincidentally, I just heard someone mention him today."


    Chen Men jumped off the kang bed despite the cold: "And then?"


    "Minister Cui from the General Military Region in the capital called me a few days ago, saying that a demobilized soldier named Feng Yu wasing to our Xi''an City to do some business. Since we''re all military connections, he asked me to look after him a bit. He came to my office to find me once today, and said he''d like to invite me for a meal sometime."


    This is what connections are about.


    Minister Cui values Wang Gebi, so he highly regards Feng Yu.


    And for Feng Yu toe do business in Xi''an City, embezzling state-owned assets, he''d need to use big trucks to transport them, right?


    Once he starts transporting, the police would certainly investigate.


    As an old leader, Minister Cui gives Yan Zhao a heads up. Then Feng Yu invites Yan Zhao for a meal, establishing a connection. In the future, when Feng Yu wants to embezzle assets, he just needs to say he knows Yan Zhao, and the police below would naturally let him pass.


    However, Chen Men hadn''t anticipated that Feng Yu had been constantly trying to arrange a meal with Yan Zhao.


    "Then go eat with him, and take us along?" Chen Men became even more interested.


    She was an old fox who had lived a lifetime. She could tell just by looking at Feng Yu''splexion whether he had contracted an STD.


    But Yan Zhao shook his head and said, "We probably shouldn''t eat with Feng Yu. He came to find me today when I wasn''t in, and Ma Bo received him. Ma Bo said he had a very strange smell on him. Ma Bo couldn''t figure out exactly what the smell was, but advised me not to meet that person. After all, a superior has put in a word, so it''s not good to help or not help. It''s best not to meet, to avoid unnecessary trouble."


    Chen Men almost blurted out: That''s the smell of marijuana!


    People who smoke marijuana carry a strong marijuana odor on them.


    In her previous life, this situation must have happened too. At that time, Yan Zhao considered Minister Cui''s face, feeling it wasn''t good not to help, but he didn''t want to help either. Following Ma Bo''s advice, he simply didn''t meet Feng Yu.


    As for Feng Yu, he turned to lobby other police officers instead.


    So Yan Zhao missed out on catching that big rat.


    But in this life, since she knew Feng Yu smelled of marijuana, Chen Men could be certain he was already smoking it. This point alone was enough.


    As long as she could meet Feng Yu, she could expose him.


    Because marijuana addicts have cravings, just like cigarettes, they would carry marijuana on them at all times.


    But this point alone wasn''t enough. She still needed to take Yan Zhao to Factory 271 to have a look. It would be best if they could get evidence that state-owned assets were already being embezzled. When they got to the capital, they could convince Minister Cui, Yan Peiheng, as well as Commander Xu and Wang Gebi''s group of good brothers.


    Just as Chen Men was about to speak, Yan Zhao suddenly said, "...Lan, I need to discuss something with you."


    "Go ahead," Chen Men said excitedly as she rummaged for her car keys.


    "Zhou Xueqin mentioned wanting to take Little Wang and Little Lang for a while. I refused. We already agreed in the divorce that the children would be with me. So, at most, she has visitation rights, but can''t keep the children overnight." Yan Zhao''s tone sounded somewhat annoyed?


    As he spoke, he pulled out the keys from a drawer and pped them down in front of Chen Men.

 Chapter 87

    Yan Zhao had always harbored a vindictive jealousy towards Yan Xishan.


    His attitude towards Yan Xishan was that he hoped he would walk the straight and narrow path, and also wished he would quickly start a family.


    He particrly disliked how Yan Xishan would hang around Chen Men and Yuanyuan for no reason.


    "What do you think?" Chen Men asked.


    Both were in their second marriages. Yan Xishan wanted to invite Yuanyuan to stay over, just for one night. The whole vige was trying to persuade them, and Yuanyuan herself wanted to go. How could Chen Men refuse?


    "Recently, we received a report from a divorced mother. Her 12-year-old daughter had lived with her biological father for a while. When she returned to her mother, she suddenly underwent a drastic change in personality. Not only did her grades plummet, but she became so rebellious that even her mother couldn''t control her. She even ran away from home. After investigation, we discovered that during the time the child lived with her father, she had been sexually abused by him."


    Yan Zhao grew increasingly angry as he spoke. He grabbed his keys and mmed them down in front of Chen Men.


    This statement felt like a stinging p across Chen Men''s face. Yan Zhao then retorted, "When have I ever allowed Little Wang into Yuanyuan''s bedroom at night? When have I ever entered her bedroom myself? Yan Xishan is a drunkard and a whoremonger. We don''t even know if he has any sexually transmitted diseases. How could you let the child stay with him?"


    The police deal with all sorts of cases and have seen the darkest sides of human nature.


    They approach people with a degree of caution in everything.


    But Yan Zhao had never scolded Chen Men so harshly before. People are inherently selfish, with a natural tendency to defend themselves. Moreover, as a mother, Chen Men always considered Yuanyuan''s best interests in everything she did.


    At that moment, all Chen Men could think of was Yan Xing. If Yuanyuan were just a stepdaughter, would Yan Zhao be this angry? He was treating Yuanyuan as if she were Yan Xing, subconsciously jealous and not wanting Yuanyuan to get too close to Yan Xishan.


    Chen Men almost blurted this out. But just as she opened her mouth, she swallowed her words.


    In the past, Lu Jingyu would keep things to himself, making sarcastic remarks and insinuations.


    Or when he was unhappy, he would take it out on Yuanyuan when Chen Men wasn''t around. He would hint at Lu Dabao and Lv Erniu to bully Yuanyuan.


    Blended families already have many conflicts, and Yuanyuan was used to swallowing her grievances. When she was wronged, to protect her mother''s marriage, she chose to keep it all to herself.


    Many of the injustices the child suffered weren''t revealed to Chen Men until after she became an adult.


    At that time, Yuanyuan would calmly recount these incidents, and Chen Men would listen quietly, her tears flowing, the resentment in her heart known only to herself.


    Inparison, although Yan Zhao was gruff, at least he was sincere towards Yuanyuan.


    Thinking of this, Chen Men swallowed her anger again. She put on her cotton coat and said, "Yuanyuan will be back tomorrow. Shall we go to Factory 271?"


    "I''ll go with the people from the bureau. Why do you need toe?" Yan Zhao asked, pausing as he was putting on his cotton coat.


    Seeing that Chen Men still wanted toe along, he added, "The kids have exams the day after tomorrow, right? Or is it the day after that? You should pack up, we''ll go to the capital. My father should be back from his business trip, and I should also meet with Minister Cui."


    In the Soviet Union, Lithuania had already gained independence, and the entire Soviet Communist Party was on the brink of copse. Yan Peiheng was personally stationed in the Shenyang Military Region and was said to be returning to the capital in the next few days.


    Just for Gu Xiao''s matter alone, Yan Zhao wasn''t in such a hurry. Since Yan Peiheng hadn''t returned yet, he hadn''t taken leave or prepared to go to the capital.


    But in the past few days, Yan Peiheng''s office had clearly stated that the Chief of Staff would soon return to the capital. Yan Zhao also heard that Feng Yu was a major embezzler of state assets, and this corrupt official was being protected by Minister Cui.


    Of course, immediately, no matter how busy work was, he had to request leave to go to the capital.


    However, after dy upon dy, he had originally nned to go to the capital in early December, but now it was already mid-December, and the children would be on winter break right after finishing their exams tomorrow.


    None of the three children had been to the capital before, so Yan Zhao intended to take them all along.


    Seeing that Yan Zhao was already heading out, Chen Men followed him: "Brother, just let me go this once."


    She wanted to see Factory 271 in person before deciding whether to take it over.


    But to a police officer like Yan Zhao, Chen Men''s behavior seemed foolish: "How can I bring you along when the police are carrying out a mission?"


    "Then just let me see how you carry out your mission, to see how brave and handsome my husband is out there?" Chen Men called out again, "Brother..."


    "Go to bed. Remember to book train tickets tomorrow!" Yan Zhao surprisingly replied.


    Watching him leave and gently close the courtyard gate, Chen Men was left gnashing her teeth in frustration.


    Just for his tone alone, Chen Men would never fall in love with this stubborn mule, this stinking man!


    Yan Zhao went to investigate Factory 271 on his own.


    The next day, Yan Xishan took Yuanyuan to visit a nursing home, and this event even made it onto the evening news of Xiping TV Station.


    Chen Men was busy at the construction site today, and there was another matter: Little Lang''s wounds wouldn''t heal. She first had a talk with the kindergarten teacher and principal, asking if anyone had bullied Little Lang at school. Both the principal and teacher swore that no one had bullied Little Lang.


    Little Lang also insisted that he had fallen by himself. With no other choice, Chen Men took Little Lang to the hospital again, having the doctor thoroughly examine him from head to toe.


    They waited a whole day to get all the test results.


    Strangely, looking at the test results, even Little Lang''s telet count had returned to normal recently, and no diseases could be detected. Left with no alternative, Chen Men felt that perhaps the provincial hospital''s medical equipment wasn''t advanced enough. She took all the test reports, nning to take the child to a bigger hospital for a checkup once they reached the capital. Rarely able to skip school and go to the hospital, Little Lang was overjoyed. Blood draws and injections were nothing to him.


    Moreover, after leaving the hospital, Chen Men bought a chestnut cake. Little Lang couldn''t wait and ate a big piece on the bus. The mother and son held hands, singing songs, happily returning home.


    Just as they reached their front door, they saw arge crowd gathered in front of their house.


    "Yuanyuan was on TV, Men. Don''t tell me you didn''t watch?" Sister-inw Mao asked first.


    Third Sister-inw Huang, seeing Chen Men''s bewildered expression, said angrily, "Your daughter was on TV, and you as her mother didn''t even care enough to watch? How could you be so neglectful?"


    Yuanyuan was actually on TV?


    Chen Men hurriedly pushed open the door, went inside, and turned on the TV, but by then the news had already finished.


    "You, busy with business all day, you''ve made money alright, even able to afford chestnut cake, but you don''t even care about such a big event as your daughter being on TV. Be careful not to get too obsessed with money," Sister-inw Mao said indignantly.


    Just then, Yuanyuan and Little Wang also returned home.


    Little Wang followed behind Yuanyuan, looking gloomy, while Yuanyuan was particrly happy.


    Her hair must have been done at a salon, braided into many small braids, each with a small hair clip. She was also wearing new clothes bought by Yan Xishan. Chen Men felt the fabric and was surprised to find that the pink cotton coat was lined with down. In the 1990s, down jackets were still quite rare in the market, only avable in a few big brand children''s clothing stores. Chen Men estimated this one must have cost at least four or five hundred yuan.


    "Yuanyuan, did you have a good timest night?" Little Wang asked with a smile.


    Yuanyuan looked content: "Last night, my dad and I didn''t sleep at all. He told me jokes all night long. Ah, I''m so tired."


    As she spoke, the child yawned heavily.


    Chen Men''s heart skipped a beat. Although she felt she shouldn''t think this way, what if Yan Xishan had contracted a disease from prostitutes? It would be very dangerous for Yuanyuan to sleep in the same bed with him.


    But after much consideration, she only said, "You have exams tomorrow, go to bed quickly."


    "No, I heard many people say I was on TV. I have to watch myself on TV." Saying this, Yuanyuan turned on the TV and tuned to Xiping Satellite TV. Although she was yawning constantly from tiredness, she kept staring at the TV, eagerly waiting to see herself appear on screen.


    "Mom, if Yuanyuan doesn''t go to sleep now, she''ll definitely doze off during the exam tomorrow. She''ll certainly do poorly," Little Wang said anxiously, more concerned than the emperor himself.


    How could Chen Men not see through it? Not to mention the danger of falling ill, Yan Xishan taking the child out was obviously just to make Yuanyuan happy, spending money on hervishly and entertaining her. She hadn''t slept all night yesterday, and if she stayed upte watching TV tonight, she would definitely not do well on tomorrow''s exam.


    Holding back her frustration, Chen Men said to Little Wang, "You have an exam tomorrow, so go to bed early. Try to score better than Yuanyuan, okay?"


    After a few years of schooling, Yuanyuan had indeed consistently outperformed him.


    As Little Wang thought about this, he suddenly felt cheerful. If he could score better than Yuanyuan this time, wouldn''t he be able to show off his big brother status to her in the future?


    With this thought, the little fellow happily brushed his teeth, washed his face, and went to bed.


    Early the next morning, while the children were taking their exams, Chen Men, without discussing it with Yan Zhao beforehand, sent Qi Songlu to the airport to buy five ne tickets for the whole family. She nned to fly to the capital early tomorrow morning.


    Of course, as expected, after arranging some work matters at the construction site during the day, when she went to pick up the children in the evening, Chen Men saw Yuanyuan with a gloomy face, looking very unhappy.


    "Did our Yuanyuan not do well on the exam?" Chen Men asked.


    Little Wang gleefully said, "Mom, do you know? Little Yuanyuan fell asleep during the exam. She didn''t even finish her Chinese paper, and although shepleted the Math paper, the head teacher scolded her for a long time after the exam." Indeed, after staying upte for two nights, the child had performed terribly on the exam.


    "Stop it, you! I''m already upset," Yuanyuan said angrily, feeling glum.


    "Alright, don''t think about the exam anymore. Let''s go home quickly and pack your bags. I''m taking you to the capital tomorrow," Chen Men said.


    Normally, these children who had never been out of town should have been very excited to hear about going to the capital.


    But Little Wang was so caught up in his schadenfreude that even the prospect of going to the capital couldn''t spark his interest. He followed Yuanyuan, deliberately taunting her: "Yuanyuan bombed the exam, my sister bombed the exam this time."


    Yuanyuan stomped her feet in anger: "Don''t you dareugh at me, or I''ll never consider you my brother again."


    Though she said this, Yuanyuan was a child with an extremely strongpetitive spirit. One poor performance on an exam, even before the scores were out, and she couldn''t bear it herself.


    Moreover, after staying upte for two consecutive nights, she was exhausted. Upon returning home, she went to bed early without even eating dinner.


    Once his sister fell asleep, Little Wang felt a bit regretful and came to ask Chen Men, "Mom, I''ve been teasing her all this time. Is Yuanyuan angry with me?"


    "She didn''t do well on the exam. It''s bad enough for others tough at her, but for you, her brother, tough at her ¨C how could she not be angry?" Chen Men was a bit upset with Little Wang. She patted the child''s head and said, "Don''t do it again next time."


    Hearing faint crying sounds from the bedroom, Chen Men entered and wiped the face of her daughter, who was lying on the kang bed, crying hazily. The little girl, still in a daze, began to cry in Chen Men''s arms.


    Chen Men then said, "I know you love your dad and mom in your heart, but from now on, don''t go stay with him anymore, okay? Was it worth it to have fun for one night and then bomb the exam the next day?"


    This was an innocent eight-year-old girl. Heaven forbid, Chen Men hoped that the kind of thing Yan Zhao had mentioned would never happen to her daughter. But to prevent it at all costs, she still had to be cautious. It would be too cruel to alienate Yuanyuan from Yan Xishan, so she used this gentle approach to persuade Yuanyuan to realize on her own that she shouldn''t go to Yan Xishan''s house anymore.


    She thought that this time, Yuanyuan probably wouldn''t want to go to Yan Xishan''s house again.


    But after crying for a while, Yuanyuan said hazily, "In the future, I''ll only go on weekends or after exams."


    This girl was bing more and more attached to Yan Xishan, which wasn''t a good thing.


    ...


    Yan Zhao had been at work for two days and one night, and Chen Men still didn''t know what his situation was.


    She had already packed the children''s luggage and organized the household registration book and her and Yan Zhao''s ID cards.


    Just as Chen Men was about to call Yan Zhao to inform him of the flight time, she saw her sister-inw Zhou Qiaofang, whom she hadn''t seen in a long time, arrive.


    "Sister-inw, pleasee in and have a seat," Chen Men said with a smile.


    After entering, Zhou Qiaofang saw Little Wang and Little Lang ying in the yard. She first took out fifty cents from her pocket and gestured for Little Wang and Little Lang to go buy some bubble gum.


    Since Chen Men was in the kitchen, she simply closed the kitchen door.


    Then, with an air of mystery, she said, "Men, has Yan Zhao beening home veryte every night recently, often working overtime outside, and sometimes noting home for entire nights?"


    "Yes, he''s been quite busy with work," Chen Men said as she took a piece of pancake from the basket and gestured for Zhou Qiaofang to eat with her.


    Zhou Qiaofang sighed first, then said, "I''m Little Wang and Little Lang''s aunt, of course I hope the two children are doing well. Xueqin is their birth mother, she hopes even more that they''re doing well. Recently, Xueqin has been doing great in Guangzhou, I heard she''s even bought a house..."


    Sister-inw hadn''t finished speaking, but Chen Men already understood her intention.


    Zhou Xueqin wanted to take Little Lang and Little Wang to stay in Guangzhou for a while. Yan Zhao hadn''t agreed, so Zhou Xueqin had sent Zhou Qiaofang to act as a mediator.


    The day before yesterday, Yuanyuan had gone to Yan Xishan''s house, and Chen Men had agreed. Logically speaking, if Zhou Xueqin wanted to have the children stay with her, Chen Men couldn''t refuse.


    There was no problem with letting the children stay with their birth mother for a while.


    Chen Men couldn''t refuse this matter. If she did, when Little Wang and Little Lang grew up and understood things, their birth mother might bring this up, and the children would see her as the viin.


    So she didn''t say anything, wanting to hear what else Zhou Qiaofang had to say.


    Zhou Qiaofang continued, "Men, recently I asked Little Wang, and he said his dad often doesn''te home for entire nights. I also heard from our ountant Qi Songlu that Yan Zhao has borrowed money from you without saying what it''s for. You''re my sister-inw, I don''t want to sow discord between you and your husband, but isn''t Yan Zhao''s recent behavior outside clearly abnormal? Why don''t you send Little Wang and Little Lang to Xueqin and let her take care of them for a while? You can focus on keeping an eye on Yan Zhao. Otherwise, if he catches Yan Xishan''s disease of fooling around outside, won''t you be the one who suffers?"


    Chen Men understood in her heart.


    Many things hadn''t deviated from the trajectory of her previous life. During this period in her previous life, Yan Zhao should have also been staying out all night and inexplicably taking money out.


    At that time, Zhou Xueqin and Yan Zhao hadn''t divorced yet, so she knew these things better than Chen Men.


    Now that Zhou Xueqin had earned some money and wanted to see her children, but Yan Zhao wouldn''t budge and wouldn''t send them to her.


    So she told Zhou Qiaofang about Yan Zhao staying out all night and quietly spending money, asking her to act as a mediator and first sow discord between Chen Men and Yan Zhao.


    This was a good move. If she and Yan Zhao had a fight, she would definitely send Little Wang and Little Lang away directly.


    Let''s not discuss what Yan Zhao was actually doing for now.


    It was his fault for keeping it to himself and not talking about it, but when a man makes a mistake, Chen Men could deal with it slowly at night in bed.


    Sister-inw knew they were a blended family with inherent conflicts, yet she spoke so bluntly about Yan Zhao.


    Wasn''t she a woman too? Wasn''t she Little Wang and Little Lang''s aunt? Didn''t she know that some women, whenever they have a fight with their husbands, would take out their anger on the children?


    Could it be that she thought Little Lang and Little Wang had been living too peacefully and too well with her?


    Chen Men didn''t say anything more and didn''t pay attention to her sister-inw. She made dinner but didn''t invite her to eat.


    Feeling awkward, Zhou Qiaofang left.


    As soon as Zhou Qiaofang left, Chen Men immediately called Chen Degong at the construction site and asked, "Brother, has our construction site phone been used for long-distance calls? How much was the phone bill this month? Have you checked?"


    "I don''t know who''s been making long-distance calls, but I paid 182 yuan for the phone bill this month. It''s infuriating," Chen Degong said.


    Sure enough, Zhou Qiaofang must have been having long phone conversations with Zhou Xueqin recently. Long-distance calls cost one yuan per minute, so how long must they have talked to rack up over a hundred yuan in phone charges?


    182 yuan, that''s a month''s wages for two migrant workers.


    Chen Men''s hands were shaking with anger as she said, "Brother, go to the telmunications bureau and tell them directly to disable the long-distance function. From now on, the construction site phone should only be used for local calls."


    "We can disable long-distance calls? Alright, I''ll go to the telmunications bureau tomorrow," Chen Degong said.


    "Just turn off the long-distance calls. Let''s see how Zhou Xueqin can stir up trouble with Zhou Qiaofang when she can''t get through."


    However, there was still one thing that really angered Chen Men.


    For nearly two months now, Yan Zhao had taken 2,000 yuan from her and was often outte,ing home smelling of disinfectant. The Yan family men had a nasty habit of not wanting to discuss anything with women unless it involved women directly.


    In the past, Chen Men wouldn''t have asked about it. After all, married couples don''t need to exin everything to each other. Chen Men kept plenty of things from Yan Zhao too. For couples in their second marriage, keeping some privacy for the sake of the children was only natural.


    But now that Zhou Xueqin was using this to drive a wedge between them, Yan Zhao really ought to tell her what he was up to.


    Yet Yan Zhao still didn''te home that night.


    Early the next morning, with a 10:30 AM flight to catch, Chen Men couldn''t reach Yan Zhao''s office phone. She left a message at the paging service informing him of the flight time.


    Then she prepared to take the children to the airport.


    Just as they were heading out the door, they ran into Yan Zhao returning home in his white Volkswagen Passat.


    He was unshaven and, sure enough, reeked of disinfectant. As soon as he got out of the car he said, "Father won''t be back in the capital until tomorrow. We can just take the train. Why did you buy ne tickets?"


    The fastest train from Xiping to the capital took 36 hours - a day and a half.


    ne tickets were very expensive in the 90s, but Chen Men was worried about Little Lang''s health and wanted to get him to the capital for a checkup as soon as possible. Getting there a day earlier was worth the cost.


    Normally, Chen Men would have exined this to Yan Zhao. But today she was truly angry and didn''t bother. She gestured for the children to put their bags in the trunk. Though Yan Zhao opened the passenger door for her, she refused to get in, choosing instead to sit in the back holding Little Lang.


    "I''ll leave the car at the airport. There''s a police post there that can keep an eye on it while we''re gone," Yan Zhao said in a conciliatory tone as they drove off.


    Chen Men merely grunted, not bothering to reply.


    With all the children in the car, Yan Zhao didn''t say anything more.


    After parking, it was like going into battle - lining up to enter the airport, then queuing to print boarding passes. In those days, many people were going abroad to seek their fortunes. As an international airport, Xiping was especially crowded. Chen Men watched the children while Yan Zhao waited in line, taking over an hour.


    Then there was another hour wait for security. Thankfully, it was the children''s first time flying and they were intimidated by the crowds, so even Little Wang, usually the troublemaker, didn''t dare run off. Otherwise, with all the child trafficking those days, Chen Men would have had her hands full.


    By the time they boarded and buckled in, the whole family was exhausted.


    Of course, by now Yan Zhao had noticed Chen Men''s displeasure. He pulled a stack of photos from his pocket and handed them to her, saying: "We tailed them for two days. Though we didn''t catch Feng Yu directly, we did confirm that Factory 271 has been selling off state assets. Threerge machines have already been sold illegally. Ma Bo and the others are currently tracking down where the stolen goods went."


    Chen Men just grunted again.


    "I hear Feng Yu is in the capital now. Once we get there, I''ll have Minister Cui summon him to the military region. We can confront him face-to-face and discuss his case with Minister Cui. How''s that?" Yan Zhao added.


    Chen Men still said nothing.


    No, if anything, she was even angrier.


    She had been waiting for Yan Zhao to voluntarily confess what he''d been up totely.


    The fact that heunched straight into talking about work only upset her more.


    But this is where little girls can be so adorable. Yuanyuan had been crying since waking up in the middle of the night, upset over her poor exam results. Her eyes were as swollen as peaches.


    Sitting between Chen Men and Yan Zhao in their row of three seats, the little girl looked from one parent to the other. Rubbing her red eyes, she seemed to understand: "Dad, I don''t think Mom is angry about anything else. I think it''s because you didn''te homest night."


    Chen Men didn''t take the bait, so Yan Zhao had to exin to Yuanyuan: "Dad was working."


    "But you didn''te home the night before either, and..." Yuanyuan wrinkled her nose, "Dad, you smell bad."


    Yan Zhao finally looked up at Chen Men, seeing that she had turned away. After a long moment, he started to exin: "Sun Nutao has cancer."


    Sure enough, Chen Men, who had been looking away, whipped her head around to stare at Yan Zhao.


    Yan Zhao paused for a while, first unbuckling Yuanyuan''s seatbelt and gesturing for Chen Men to move closer. Then he let out a long sigh and said, "Lung cancer. The doctors say he has six months at most."


    Chen Men had met Sun Nutao before - a very sturdy middle-aged man who didn''t seem to smoke. How could he have lung cancer?


    "His daughter is in herst year of high school. We''re keeping it from her for now. If the bureau leaders found out about his cancer, they''d reassign him or force him into early retirement. But he wants to keep working as long as possible. For one thing, different positions have different sries, and he wants to leave as much money as he can for his wife and daughter before he dies. Also, with him still in charge, the leaders'' attention is focused on him rather than me, which makes my work easier."


    As he spoke, Yan Zhao reached out to smooth down a few strands of Chen Men''s hair that had been lifted by static electricity from the seat. He said softly, "I''m so sorry. Please be patient with me regarding family matters. He''s getting chemotherapy every day now, and I go take care of him every other day. I really can''t get away. As for the money I''ve lent him, I can''t get reimbursed yet, but after he passes away, I''ll be able to im it all back."


    Chen Men had imagined Yan Zhao might be working on a difficult case.


    Or perhaps he''d taken on a part-time job, worried they didn''t have enough money.


    She never imagined histe nights were because Sun Nutao was sick and getting chemotherapy at the hospital.


    In her previous life at this time, Little Lang already had leukemia. Now Sun Nutao had cancer too, but Yan Zhao couldn''t tell anyone. And Zhou Xueqin stubbornly believed Yan Zhao was having an affair.


    So a perfectly good family - two well-behaved sons, a couple well-matched in age and looks - how did their life end up in such a mess?

 Chapter 88

    For remarried couples, it''s not easy to truly open up to each other.


    But Chen Men waspletely honest with Yan Zhao.


    Zhou Xueqin may have changed her ways. People, when they have no money, will do anything for it, but once they have money, the first thing they think of is returning home in glory andpensating their loved ones.


    Although Little Lang and Little Wang now treat her like their real mother, it''s possible that if Zhou Xueqin is a bit nicer to them, their hearts will lean towards their biological mother.


    After all, blood ties can''t be severed. They were carried by Zhou Xueqin for ten months and born to her. Because of them, Zhou Xueqin nearly died twice.


    However, the children''s love wasn''t what Chen Men cared about most. She cared about her own life.


    The business had to continue, money had to be made, and in her personal life, she had to make sure Yan Zhao was honest with her. In the future, he couldn''t hide things from her.


    This was the only way to prevent Zhou Xueqin, who had also been reborn, from instigating her to act impulsively and make mistakes when she least expected it.


    And to make a man honest, there was only one best method.


    That was to make him feel ashamed and guilty.


    Thinking of this, Chen Men asked, "What stage of chemotherapy is Director Sun at? Has he started taking Taxol?"


    "Taxol? What''s that?" Yan Zhao was taken aback.


    "It''s a special anti-cancer drug," Chen Men exined. "It should be imported. I read about it in the newspaper. They say it''s very effective when used in cancer chemotherapy."


    Sun Nutao was Yan Zhao''s former superior. They had been to the front lines of Laoshan together and faced life and death situations.


    He had cancer, so of course Yan Zhao was anxious. That''s why he was willing to pay out of his own pocket for Sun Nutao to undergo chemotherapy in secret. The two thousand yuan now was equivalent to tens of thousands in the future, and chemotherapy technology had just been introduced in China, so the price was likely to be even higher.


    Of course, that future expense would certainly be reimbursed.


    But for Yan Zhao, Sun Nutao was closer than his own father. One more day of Sun Nutao''s life was more important than throwing those two thousand yuan into a sewer.


    Sure enough, anxiety crept into Yan Zhao''s voice: "Taxol isn''t among the drugs Director Sun is currently taking. How can this be?"


    "It''s probably because our city hospital doesn''t have this drug yet. The sooner he takes it, the better. ording to the newspaper, Taxolbined with chemotherapy is particrly beneficial for cancer patients..." After a pause, Chen Men added reproachfully, "Look at you, why didn''t you tell me earlier?"


    She shot him a nce that was both coy and angry.


    Yan Zhao''s poker face was dumbfounded.


    Chen Men thought to herself, "Feel bad now, don''t you? Regret it?" But she continued, "In the future, you should tell me about things earlier. Maybe I can help you think of solutions. Three cobblers with their witsbined equal Zhuge Liang. In your eyes, I might be a fool who doesn''t understand anything, but I can read and write too. I can always try to help you think of ways to solve problems."


    Yan Zhao''s poker face furrowed and smoothed, smoothed and furrowed. After a long while, he finally uttered a word: "Okay."


    His hand reached out, wanting to hold hers, but Chen Men dodged it, tucking her hand under her bottom.


    Yan Zhao wanted to say more, but Chen Men closed her eyes, turned her head towards the window, and pretended to sleep.


    Originally, they had many things to discuss. One was Little Lang''s health, which she had nned to talk about with Yan Zhao on the ne. But since Sun Nutao''s illness was so severe, she decided not to mention it for now, to avoid giving him more to worry about.


    Then there was the movie "Return to the City", which told the story of educated youth and focused on the left-behind children they had abandoned.


    Chen Men sincerely felt that once it was made, people would definitely want to watch it.


    But she decided not to mention it now. She''d wait until it was made to bring it up.


    Continuous guilt would teach him how to properly face marriage and learn to be honest within it.


    Yuanyuan pouted, still wanting to sit with her mother. Seeing that the adults had finished talking and her mother had closed her eyes, she tugged at Yan Zhao: "Dad, I want to switch over."


    "No," Dad said.


    "But I want to sit with Mom," Yuanyuan insisted.


    The stubbly-faced man, who was fierce to others but always gentle with Yuanyuan, and whom Yuanyuan preferred even to her biological father Yan Xishan, suddenly bent down, tilted his head, and said seriously: "So do I."


    Yuanyuan looked up at her dad for a long time, truly not expecting him to be so childish. She pouted, turned her head to look the other way.


    This dad was so petty.


    Their family, because Chen Men had requested seats together to better look after the children, had been arranged by the ground staff to sit in thest row when they got their tickets.


    It was the children''s first time on a ne. As soon as they boarded, Little Wang and Little Lang pressed their faces against the windows, greedily looking at the thick white clouds outside.


    The weather wasn''t good today, overcast all the way. From up here, all they could see were white clouds whiter than snow, thick like woven nkets, stretching endlessly.


    But for children who had never seen the world, this was already incredibly novel.


    The two children looked greedily, not daring to even blink, feeling like they''d miss out if they closed their eyes for even a moment.


    Yuanyuan was particrly unhappy today because she hadn''t done well on her test and had been teased by her brother. Her eyes were swollen like peaches, and her little face, chapped byst night''s tears, was red and wrinkled. She no longer looked like the sweet little girl she used to be, but more like a sun-wilted tomato.


    Now, as the flight attendant was about to serve the in-flight meal, Little Wang was in big trouble. He had been holding on, but he felt terribly nauseous, dizzy, and could barely keep his eyes open. His stomach was churning.


    Although the flight attendant offered him a ss of juice, asking if he wanted to drink, he was so airsick that when he opened his mouth, he looked like he was about to vomit.


    "Little one, there''s a sick bag in front of you. If you need to throw up, please use the bag, okay?" the flight attendant said.


    So Little Wang reached out to look for the sick bag, but he was dizzy and the ne happened to hit some turbulence. He couldn''t find the bag and ended up bumping his head hard.


    Not everyone on the ne had high standards of behavior. Next to Little Wang and Little Lang sat a person wearing toad-eye sunsses and wide-leg jeans, with permed hair. Seeing Little Wang stumble towards them, they immediately moved away in disgust: "Country kids never been on a ne, huh? Getting this airsick. You be careful now, these jeans cost 280 yuan. If you puke on them, I''ll make your parents pay for it."


    Little Wang was trying not to vomit, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he let out a "Wah" sound.


    "Oh, for heaven''s sake, what a nuisance. Finally get to take a flight and they seat me next to these two kids," the person said angrily, standing up and shouting, "Flight attendant! Flight attendant! Please change my seat."


    Yan Zhao was watching Little Wang too. It was embarrassing for a child to vomit. He stood up, about to offer to switch seats with the person, but Yuanyuan had already unbuckled her seatbelt and run over to switch ces.


    "Uncle, you can sit in my seat," she said.


    Then, patting Little Wang''s neck, Yuanyuan found the sick bag and asked, "Brother, are you still feeling unwell?"


    Little Wang had bullied Yuanyuan just yesterday. He let out a "Wah" sound but didn''t actually vomit. Instead, he asked Yuanyuan, "Aren''t you angry with me?"


    He shouldn''t have said that. It just reminded Yuanyuan of how she had done poorly on her test yesterday and beenughed at by Little Wang on the street. She shoved the sick bag at Little Wang and stretched her neck to look out the window with Little Lang.


    Children''s emotions alwayse and go quickly.


    Little Wang retched for a while, but probably because he was too excited and hadn''t eaten anything in the morning, he didn''t actually throw up much. Hearing Little Lang''s repeated exmations, not knowing what interesting things he had seen outside, Little Wang gradually perked up. Seeing people walking up and down the aisle, he unbuckled his seatbelt and the three heads squeezed together to look out the window.


    It wasn''t until the flight attendant announced that there was turbulence and everyone should return to their seats that he sat back down in his own ce.


    Yan Zhao had called the capital before departing.


    Yan Wei knew what time his third brother was arriving and had originally nned to pick up Yan Zhao himself, but he really couldn''t get away, so he asked a buddy to pick up Yan Zhao''s family.


    This buddy was none other than Cui Min''s brother, Minister Cui''s eldest son Cui Zixiang.


    Chen Men didn''t know him yet, but he recognized her: "You must be Chen Men. Recently, I''ve heard Old Yan praising you non-stop in our top-level familypound." Old man Yan''s praises of his daughter-inw had reached everyone''s ears to the point of fatigue.


    In the entire top-level familypound, although no one had seen her, everyone knew of Chen Men.


    For this reason, Minister Cui even joked: "In ancient times, there were two beauties; now there are two Lans. Our Chief of Staff Yan''s family is truly the talk of the entirepound."


    Of course, that was before.


    Recently, because Mi Lan and Yan Wei are getting divorced, in the Level One Family Compound, Yan Wei is currently treated like dirt. And Yan Peiheng hasn''t even returned yet. When the old manes back and hears that Yan Wei actually wants to divorce Mi Lan, he''ll probably enforce familyw and beat him to death.


    Cui Zixiang was also driving an old Volkswagen Santana with regr license tes.


    Along the way, not only did the three children refuse to listen to Chen Men''s admonitions to fasten their seatbelts, insisting on eagerly looking out the windows, but Chen Men herself couldn''t help but curiously stare wide-eyed at the splendor of the capital in the 1990s.


    Cui Zixiang asked Yan Zhao with a smile: "Thest time you came to the capital was seven years ago, right? How do you find it? The changes from the reform and opening up these years are big, aren''t they?"


    Yan Zhao corrected Cui Zixiang: "Myst trip to the capital was in 1981, strictly speaking, it was 9 years ago." It''s now 1990, and the song that would be popr for the next 20 years, "Love Song 1990," was ying on speakers all over the street.


    The capital is an especiallyrge city, and with the rapid pace of construction, in this decade when other cities were just beginning to develop, shopping malls were everywhere, restaurants abounded, and dance halls, video halls, skating rinks, and discos were ubiquitous. It had already be a prosperous international metropolis.


    The bustle was apanied by some chaos, with signs and speakers everywhere on the streets, and stalls at every corner.


    There were people practicing qigong on the street, others teaching gambling tricks, some selling thirteen spices, rat poison, and cockroach bait - it was extremely lively.


    There were even people walking down the street who would sh open their coats like birds at passersby.


    Little Wang, having sold cassette tapes since he was young, found these people who kept shing their coats very strange, reminiscent of himself.


    Just then, the traffic light turned red and the car stopped.


    The window was open, and suddenly a man shed open his coat and asked Cui Zixiang: "Brother, want some porn?"


    "Get the hell out of here before I shoot you," Cui Zixiang said.


    The man bent down and saw Yan Zhao in the passenger seat wearing a police uniform, and surprisingly said: "Bad luck, there''s a cop in the car. Brother,e find me another time when the cop''s not around. I''ve got porn, Hong Kong, Taiwan, American, everything."


    Little Wang was stunned, tugging at Chen Men''s hand and saying: "Mama, did you see? That man was covered in videotapes."


    This kid, having sold cassette tapes since he was little, was itching to sell upon seeing the videotapes.


    "No," Chen Men said sternly.


    Little Wang''s neck stiffened: "Why not?"


    Unlike in Xi Ping city where pornographic videos were only secretly shown in video halls, in big ces like the capital, porn was sold openly on the streets.


    Chen Men suddenly remembered something. She recalled that in her past life, Lu Jingyu had once casually cursed: "What''s so great about Yan Zhao? Do you know? They say his son sold porn since he was young, made his fortune from selling porn, and even went to juvenile detention for it."


    The porn seller had already walked away. Chen Men suddenly turned back, looking at the nine-year-old Little Wang, her heart skipping a beat: Surely this kid wouldn''t sell porn in this life?


    Hopefully not, otherwise she''d beat him to death!


    ...


    The streets of the capital nowadays were in an era where pedestrians didn''t yield to cars, and cars didn''t yield to pedestrians. People jaywalked recklessly, and cars ignored traffic lights. There weren''t many cars on the road to begin with, but it was still congested.


    After stop-and-go traffic, the car finally turned onto a street where suddenly everything became quiet. This street was lined with low walls on both sides, with a clean road in the middle, and not a single vendor or stall in sight.


    In this era, the gate was surprisingly a sliding type. The security room staff just pushed a lever, and the gate automatically slid open.


    This was the Army General District''s familypound. There was a line of text on the wall: Level One Family Compound.


    Quiet amidst the bustle, it looked in and low-key. People passing by might not even know what thispound was for.


    But it was said that even an ordinary vegetable-buying old man living in thispound, if he put on a military uniform and chose to go out, would be a person of considerable influence in China''s official circles.


    Chen Men had always heard Yan Peiheng call Wang Gebi "Neighbor Wang," not knowing why until she entered thepound and followed Cui Zixiang upstairs.


    Besides the low-rise buildings in thepound, there was also a high-rise building, 20 stories tall, with elevators.


    Cui Zixiang directly pressed the button for the 19th floor. When the elevator opened, he smiled at Chen Men and said: "Four households per floor. Our home is right across from yours, next door is Wang Gebi''s family, and on the other side is our Vice Minister Xu''s home."


    Seeing Chen Men''s confusion, he added: "The real old revolutionaries, oldrades-in-arms - my dad, thete Deputy Chief of Staff Mi, Uncle Xu, Chief of Staff Yan - they all participated in the revolution together, then worked together. Except for the fewmanders on the 20th floor, they have the closest rtionship in thispound. My dad, Vice Minister Xu, and Uncle Yan were all promoted by Uncle Mi!"


    So this was like an elderly F4 alliance?


    Chen Men thought with schadenfreude.


    Cui Zixiang handed the key to Yan Zhao: "You go in first to freshen up and rest. Yan Wei wille home after work, and Chief of Staff Yan should arrive in the capital tomorrow."


    Chen Men didn''t rush to enter. She first asked Cui Zixiang: "Brother Cui, could you look at this address? Is it far from our ce? If it''s far, could you drop me off there first?"


    She was asking about the address of the director of "Return to the City."


    Military personnel had a very special status in this era.


    Although they lived in the city, they were out of touch with the rapidly changing, fashionable urban life.


    They were rigid, strict, and at the same time somewhat woodenly proper.


    Cui Zixiang took the address and looked at it, then said with a smile: "It''s not too far, about five bus stops away. Comrade Chen Men, your way of addressing me is good, but I should remind you that if you want the aunties in thispound to be happy, it''s best not to call me ''brother.''"


    An olddy across the hall had just opened her door and immediately asked: "Zixiang, are you talking bad about me and your Auntie Xi again?"


    "Mom, how could I? I''m just teaching Chen Men so she doesn''t offend all of you without knowing anything," Cui Zixiang said with augh.


    Aunt Cui''s face was rather embarrassed as she red at her son: "Juste in already."


    Chen Men didn''t know this olddy, but she could guess who she was. She immediately extended her hand: "Hello, Auntie. I''ve often heard Cui Min mention you. Thank you, Comrade Cui Zixiang, for troubling him to pick us up today."


    Chen Men changed her form of address smoothly. The olddy, who was about to go inside, turned back and patted Little Wang''s head: "When Yan Jun first came to the capital, he was this big, wearing pants full of patches. Yan Wei was about as small as this little one, looking just the same."


    "Hello, Grandma," Little Wang jumped in front of the olddy, smiling. Little Lang also said: "Hello, Grandma."


    Just then, Cui Zixiang was about to help Chen Men with her bag, but she quickly grabbed it, saying: "Comrade Cui Zixiang, you can go home now. This is our own home, we''ll manage. No need to trouble you further."


    As soon as the door opened, the children filed in one after another, all eager to see the view from the 19th floor.


    Yan Zhao had just gone in too, leaving only one big bag. Chen Men took it from Cui Zixiang''s hand, picked it up, and went inside, closing their door with a bang.


    Aunt Cui was also about to close her door when she turned back and saw her son still smiling at Chen Men''s back. She surprisingly asked her son: "What, feeling useless because they wouldn''t let you help? I think this femalerade is quite smart and proper. No wonder your sister always praises her, saying she''s a good person."


    Cui Zixiang picked up on his mother''sment smoothly: "Mom, before Chen Men came, you kept saying that she must be a femalerade just like Wang Gebi, otherwise Chief of Staff Yan wouldn''t praise her every day. Now that you''ve met her, you think she''s good too. You old aunties, can you stop targeting my Aunt Wang every time you open your mouths? She''s younger than all of you, it''s only right for her to call my dad and the others ''brother.''"


    So, when Chen Men had called Cui Zixiang "brother" earlier, Aunt Cui had been angry.


    But when she promptly changed to addressing him as rade," Aunt Cui was pleased again.


    Chen Men might not know, but Cui Zixiang certainly did. This was because Wang Gebi was unique in thepound, calling everyone "brother" regardless of their age.


    As decades-long neighbors, Cui Zixiang was reminding his mother not to always be against Wang Gebi.


    Although Wang Gebi was older, whenparing people, she was 14 years younger than Aunt Cui and 20 years younger than Vice Minister Xu''s wife, Auntie Xi. From the perspective of the younger generation like Cui Zixiang, there was nothing wrong with Wang Gebi calling a bunch of old men "brother."


    But Aunt Cui, or rather, a group of femalerades in thepound, particrly disliked Wang Gebi.


    Whenever a new femalerade came to thepound, they could barely hide their disgust for Wang Gebi on their faces.


    Not only did the older generation of malerades find this very annoying, even young people like Cui Zixiang felt it was unfair to Wang Gebi.


    Aunt Cui was at a loss for words, almost dying of anger, and couldn''t be bothered to talk to her son anymore: "I don''t want to talk to you about this."


    In Aunt Cui''s view, the men in thispound were simply blind.


    However, just as Aunt Cui turned around, she saw her son dialing a number, and it was actually a call to Wang Gebi.


    "What are you doing?" Aunt Cui asked in surprise.


    Cui Zixiang smiled and said, "Neighbor Auntie Wang has been losing sleep over Yan Wei and Mi Lan''s marriage. She''s recently back in our militarypound and can barely walk. Isn''t Mi Lan also hospitalized due to her heart condition? Since Yan San is here, I''ll talk to Mi Lan and encourage her to try harder, after all, she really doesn''t want a divorce."


    "Well, hurry up then," Aunt Cui said.


    But Aunt Cui was still upset.


    Not because of Mi Lan, who was a pitiful woman.


    She was angry about Wang Gebi.


    Strangely enough, Wang Gebi had always been thin, extremely thin, with very pale skin, and her health was particrly poor. She would often feel dizzy and have headaches, and she''d be out of breath after just a few steps.


    This gave the men in thepound the impression that she desperately needed care and attention.


    Aunt Cui had grown fat in her old age, and on the other hand, Vice Minister Xu''s wife, Auntie Xi, had also grown fat. In fact, all the olddies in thepound had collectively gained weight in this materially abundant 1990s.


    Not to mention other aspects, just Wang Gebi''s thinness, paleness, and sickness made them feel that their own good health was almost a sin.


    Look, even her own son wasn''t concerned about her, but instead cared about Wang Gebi.


    Meanwhile, on the other side, Chen Men had just entered the house with Yan Zhao.


    She was examining the furnishings in the room. It was on the 19th floor, a spacious three-bedroom apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows. Supposedly, this was a new building constructed in 1986, with marble floors, hardwood red oak beds, red oak tables and chairs, white walls, and old-style sofas.


    The bathroom not only had a flush toilet but also a shower and a bathtub.


    Even in the capital, in this era, this was considered a luxury residence.


    Low-key luxury with substance - it had to be said that these old leaders lived in quite nice ces.


    Especially the heating - it was so warm that the children took off their coats as soon as they entered.


    "Mom, look quickly, the people down there look as small as ants," Yuanyuan eximed suddenly after peering out the window for a while.


    Little Wang and Little Lang were also saying, "Come and see, Mom, the houses in the distance look even smaller than matchboxes."


    The panoramic view from the 19th floor immediately stunned the children.


    It was like country bumpkins visiting the city for the first time.


    Chen Men was still puzzled about one thing. Firstly, Yan Wei had personally said that Wang Gebi hadn''t been living in the familypound recently, and this was the 18th floor. With neighbors all knowing each other, how could Wang Gebi secretly sneak into Yan Peiheng''s house in the middle of the night to answer their phone?


    And how coincidental was it that she happened to answer the call from her and Yan Zhao?


    The odds of that happening were even lower than winning the lottery, after all, who knew when they would call?


    Little Lang was already hungry, clinging to Chen Men''s back, looking expectantly for something to eat.


    Chen Men hadn''t bought groceries when she came. Looking in the kitchen refrigerator, she saw only a few packs of instant noodles, a string of garlic sausages, and a few boxes of Diuxiangcun pastries. She realized that during the time Yan Wei was dealing with the divorce from Mi Lan, and with his father away, he had been living like a bachelor.


    She observed through the window and saw that thispound was fully enclosed. Apart from this high-rise building, there were vegetable vendors, a video hall, a swimming pool, as well as a department store and a health clinic near the multi-story residential buildings in the distance. Clearly, this was a self-sufficient littlepound once the gates were closed.


    There were many restaurants in the capital now, and Chen Men had a n. Tonight, she wanted to take the children out for a luxurious treat that they currently loved the most - KFC. This was something she had owed Yuanyuan since her previous life.


    She wanted to let her daughter enjoy a real KFC meal right there in the restaurant.


    At this moment, Yan Zhao was organizing the photos he had taken from Factory 271, seemingly intending to go directly to Minister Cui. So Chen Men shared her doubts with Yan Zhao.


    Yan Wei had tly denied it, saying Wang Gebi hadn''t set foot in their home for half a year.


    Cui Zixiang also said Wang Gebi had been living elsewhere recently.


    How coincidental was it that on the day she and Yan Zhao called, Wang Gebi just happened to answer the phone at their house?


    "The phone?" Yan Zhao put away the photos and said in a businesslike manner, "If both Yan Wei and Cui Zixiang say so, then it''s a criminal case. We can investigate it using criminal investigation methods. It''s not a big deal."


    He said it lightly, but Chen Men was truly curious.


    "Dad, I''ve looked at the bedrooms. You and Little Wang can sleep in that one, and I''ll sleep in the biggest room with Mom and Little Lang," Yuanyuan came over and said.


    Away from home, adults had adult matters, and children had their own little ns. Yuanyuan wanted to sleep with her mom in an unfamiliar ce. This was her little calction, small but the most important thing to her.


    At this moment, Chen Men was checking the refrigerator, so Yan Zhao bent down and said seriously to Yuanyuan, "No."


    "Why not? We''re away from home, so Mom should sleep with me. Couples shouldn''t sleep together in someone else''s house," Yuanyuan said.


    This was her experience from before. In Shaanxi, husbands and wives couldn''t stay together when visiting others, everyone knew that, adults and children alike.


    Yan Zhao continued to argue seriously with his daughter, "This is my home, and it''s your home too. It''s not someone else''s ce."


    "But I want to sleep with Mom, and so does Little Lang. We''re scared in an unfamiliar ce," Yuanyuan said.


    Yan Zhao remained serious, "I want to sleep with Mom too. I''m also scared."


    Yuanyuan pouted. She now felt that this dad wasn''t very lovable. What should she do?


    Just then, a vigorous voice came from the corridor.


    Then, someone inserted a key into the door, but didn''t open it. Instead, they kept talking outside.


    The door had twoyers, one solid wood door and one security door.


    Chen Men opened the solid wood door. The security door had an iron mesh, and Yan Wei was just outside, turning back and smiling as he listened to an old leader in military uniform saying something.


    The old leader said, "Yan Wei, if you really divorce Mi Lan, it will involve a soldier''s honor and credibility. Mi Lan responded to the one-child policy, had her tubes tied, and lost her only child. In terms of the grand policy, she''s someone who won a banner for our first-ss familypound. Recently, many people have been raising this issue. They say if you dare to divorce, they won''t let me help you with your job transfer. They''ll directly demand your discharge and demobilization. It''s difficult for your uncle too. Marriage is not child''s y, you must consider it carefully."


    Yan Wei was nodding and smiling, but not saying anything.


    "Reflect on your own problems. Your Auntie Wang has taken care of you since you were little, Feng Yu even gave you his own son, and now Mi Lan has given up going abroad. In terms of marriage, you must give Mi Lan an exnation!" the old leader said again.


    Yan Wei was still smiling, but surprisingly said, "Uncle Cui, I know I''m worse than a pig or a dog, but this marriage must end in divorce."


    The person talking to Yan Wei was indeed Minister Cui, who was now using the job transfer issue to pressure Yan Wei, but Yan Wei wasn''t taking the bait. Isn''t that infuriating?


    With a bang, Minister Cui closed the door and went into his home.


    The children had also curiously gathered around, and Little Wang opened the door with a push.


    Yan Wei rubbed his face, entered and reached under Little Lang''s armpits to pick him up. "Oh, what''s wrong with this little guy? Why is his forehead bruised?"


    Little Lang was also looking at his second uncle, one arm around Yan Wei''s neck, while his hand reached out to touch his hair, asking in surprise, "Second Uncle, why do you have less hair now?"


    "Uncle, you''ve gotten even thinner. Haven''t you been eating for a long time?" Yuanyuan asked in shock.


    After not seeing him for half a year, Yan Wei had lost a lot of weight and his face was full of wrinkles.


    Once, he had a thick, lush head of hair, styled in a big pompadour like Tang Guoqiang, and was a quintessential handsome man with a baby face like a matinee idol.


    But now his hair volume had decreased by at least half.

 Chapter 89

    "Second Uncle is fine. Third Brother, since you rarelye to the capital, shall we go to Quanjude or Donishun tonight? But those are for entertaining out-of-towners, just famous names. Let me take you to a newly opened hot pot ce, I hear the taste is quite good," Yan Wei said with a smile.


    Of course Yan Zhao recognized that the person who had just been talking to Yan Wei was Minister Cui.


    The two had been discussing Yan Wei''s transfer to civilian work.


    Yan Wei was currently at the rank of senior colonel. For military personnel of this rank transferring to civilian work, a good cement would be as a deputy mayor of a city. Recently Yan Wei had asked Yan Zhao if there were any good positions in public security back in Xiping City after his transfer.


    Why did Minister Cui say he should be demobilized?


    Demobilization was the treatment for four-year conscripts - the state doesn''t arrange work, just gives some discharge money and sends them back home to make their own way.


    "What''s going on? Why are you getting demobilized?" Yan Zhao asked.


    Yan Wei said, "It''s nothing major. If I''m demobilized, so be it. I''ll make my own way afterwards."


    "Companies and institutions only hire people under 35. You''re over that age," Yan Zhao reminded him.


    Yan Wei said very calmly, "Then I''ll go into business. I hear that selling videotapes, thirteen-spice powder, and rat poison outside can make several hundred a month. I''ll get 30,000 yuan for demobilization, so I''ll start a small business then. Anyway, even if all the leaders in the military region collectively oppose it, I''m determined to get divorced no matter what."


    After all, as the ancient saying goes, "Better to demolish ten temples than break up one marriage." So Yan Zhao said, "It''s very difficult to transfer to civilian work right now, positions are extremely hard to arrange. There are hundreds of thousands of demobilized soldiers trying to make their own way. Second Sister-inw hasn''t done anything seriously wrong, why are you so set on divorcing her?"


    Yan Wei opened his mouth, but then said, "Just consider me a Chen Shimei."


    Hearing him be so stubborn, Yan Zhao got angry too, but since this was his older brother, he held back from scolding him.


    "Let''s go eat first," he called to the children.


    Yan Wei hugged Little Lang and said, "Second Uncle will treat you to a good meal today."


    "No need, we''ll go on our own," said Yan Zhao. "You should think it over carefully. If you really get demobilized, your life will be ruined." For someone who had spent half their life in the military, going out to do business would burn through that 30,000 yuan in less than three days.


    Now Yan Wei got angry too: "Third Brother, I''m still your older brother, right? I can at least afford to treat my nephews and nieces to a meal. I know Little Wang has 300,000 yuan, and Men does business, you have plenty of money..."


    Not to mention that everyone in the courtyard looked down on him, Yan Wei kept talking about money every time he opened his mouth. Even Chen Men was disgusted by it.


    So she said, "We already nned to eat at KFC tonight. I''m treating. Also, Second Brother, I want to make one thing clear to you - I''ll ount for how every cent of that 300,000 yuan is spent as it''s used. If you want to hear it, I can give you a full ount right now."


    The children still remembered that KFC meal from two years ago, and were bouncing excitedly around the adults.


    They hadn''t noticed the barely contained anger of the adults, and the argument that could erupt at any moment.


    "Then wait a bit, I''ll go borrow Cui Zixiang''s car," Yan Wei said after holding back several times.


    Chen Men said, "I''ll go with you."


    She had brought some local specialties from the western market when she came, including small millet produced in Mizhi County. This millet makes a rich and fragrant porridge. She had just dug it out of her luggage - Chen Men had prepared it as a gift for the neighbors.


    Yan Wei knocked on Minister Cui''s door. The door opened directly into the living room. Cui Zixiang gave him the keys, and Aunt Cui also invited Chen Men in: "Your uncle is in the study, he''s still busy with work after getting off. Wait a bit and chat with him for a few minutes, he wants to ask about how our Minzi is doing in Xiping City."


    Chen Men said, "Alright, we''lle back after we finish eating." Afraid that Aunt Cui would ask her to stay for dinner, she added, "We''re taking the kids to eat KFC today."


    "Okay, go ahead then," said Aunt Cui.


    Seeing that Chen Men was about to leave, she added, "Even though you''re a sister-inw, and can''t really get involved in the eldest brother-inw''s family affairs, do try to persuade Yan Wei. Marriage isn''t child''s y - he should talk it over properly with Mi Lan and not make a fuss about divorce."


    So the timing of Yan Zhao and his wife''s trip to the capital coincided with when Yan Wei and his wife''s divorce drama was the talk of the town. The neighbors hadn''t run into Vice Minister Xu from across the way yet, but it was said that Vice Minister Xu was actually in charge of transfers and cements for military cadres.


    It was as if Yan Wei had several heavy magic headbands squeezing his skull.


    Thinking about it, it was quite shocking. Yan Wei had always seemed like such a straightforward man, alwayspletely obedient to Mi Lan. For such a man to suddenly demand a divorce was quite frightening.


    They got in the car, but it was right at rush hour, so they were stuck in traffic for half the day. It wasn''t until 7 pm that the family finally arrived at the KFC near Qianmen. This branch had been open for two or three years already, but it was said to be packed to bursting every day, with crowds of people.


    Yan Zhao and Yan Wei waited for a table while Chen Men took the children to order.


    As soon as the freshly fried french fries were set out on the counter, Chen Men grabbed a few and gave each child a taste.


    "So crispy!" Yuanyuan eximed.


    Little Wang finished his and even licked the few grains of salt off his fingers.


    The small shop was already crammed full of people. Chen Men finished getting the food and had Little Wang carry one tray while she carried another. She reached out to gather the children, but suddenly realized Little Lang was missing.


    She broke out in a cold sweat and asked Yuanyuan, "Have you seen Little Lang?"


    Child trafficking was terrifying these days. With her hands full of trays loaded with Coke and burgers, she nearly spilled everything on the floor when someone bumped into her.


    Fortunately, Little Wang had sharp eyes and had already spotted him: "He''s over there, he''s already back at our table."


    It turned out Little Lang had taken a french fry, but instead of eating it himself, he had run over to feed it to Yan Wei.


    Little Lang was the youngest and looked very much like his second uncle. Blood rtions being what they are, he was much closer to Yan Wei than Little Wang was.


    The seats were very cramped, so Chen Men had to hold Little Lang. The little guy - whenever Chen Men wasn''t paying attention, Little Wang and Yuanyuan would always secretly buy him Coke. But when Chen Men was around, she absolutely wouldn''t allow him to drink it. She had gotten milk for the child, and since he didn''t want to drink it, she was coaxing him to try it.


    His injuries wouldn''t heal, so he definitely couldn''t drink Coke anymore.


    Tomorrow was Saturday so they couldn''t go to the hospital, but on Monday Chen Men would have to take him for a checkup.


    Yan Wei and Yan Zhao weren''t used to eating this kind of fast food, so they each just took a french fry for show.


    Suddenly, Yan Zhao motioned for Yan Wei to look out the window. A group of city management officers had arrived on Qianmen Street and were driving away the vendors selling rat poison, cockroach poison, and thirteen-spice powder.


    If Yan Wei really didn''t back down and insisted on divorcing and going into business, he would end up like those street vendors in the future.


    How could Yan Wei not have seen? He said, "Men, if your brother gets demobilized and wants to go back to Xiping City, how about Ie work for you?"


    "Sure, Second Uncle can eat with Little Lang from now on and get nice and chubby," said Little Lang, handing the milk to Yan Wei. "Uncle, drink the milk."


    Chen Men took the milk back and red sternly at Little Lang, indicating he should drink it.


    Then she said, "Second Brother, my temple is small, I can''t afford to host a god like you. Why don''t you tell us the reason you want to divorce? If there''s some difficulty you can''t resolve yourself, maybe I can think of a way to help."


    Thinking about it crudely and narrowly, Chen Men might assume that since Yan Wei was only in his 30s, perhaps he felt Mi Lan could no longer have children and wanted to divorce, remarry, and have his own biological son.


    But even so, it wasn''t worth betting his future on it.


    Demobilized soldiers were all over the streets selling things like pepper powder, thirteen-spice mix, or porn videos. If he got divorced, he''d probably end up a bachelor for half his life.


    Yan Wei not only wouldn''t discuss it with Yan Zhao, he didn''t want to talk about it with Chen Men either: "Forget it. If you don''t want me, I''ll just go back to Xiping City and start a small business on my own. I''ve wasted my life, never properly cared for my own mother, lost my wife and child. I''ll just muddle through life until I die."


    Seeing his own brother so dejected, Yan Zhao was furious. If the children hadn''t been so happy, he would have blown up at him in public.


    This KFC meal - Little Wang devoured two burgers, Little Lang ate three pairs of chicken wings, and they all ate a huge pile of fries. Chen Men really splurged, spending a total of 272 yuan.


    After they finished eating, Chen Men lined up again and bought another burger for each of the three children.


    Each child clutched a burger - their stomachs were full but their hearts weren''t satisfied yet - grinning from ear to ear with joy.


    Tonight, Minister Cui wanted to see Chen Men, mainly to ask about how Cui Min and Leader Liu''s family were doing in Xiping City.


    So after Chen Men went upstairs, figuring they had probably finished dinner already, she helped Yan Wei return the keys and then went over to Minister Cui''s ce again.


    Unfortunately, the timing wasn''t great. When she went, Minister Cui had gone to the office for an urgent meeting, and only Aunt Cui and Cui Zixiang''s family were at home.


    So Chen Men told Aunt Cui about Cui Min and her husband''s situation. As Cui Min was her patron, Chen Men naturally focused on things the military leaders would like to hear, such as how diligent the couple was at work, especially Cui Min, who worked as an ountant - a difficult job, but one she approached with great caution.


    Aunt Cui didn''t say much after listening, but Cui Zixiang remarked, "Little Min called recently, saying she wants to start a business. My brother-inw Feng Yu has been losing so much money in business that he can barely make ends meet. He''s been looking for my dadtely, hoping to get some support and take over a few military factories to scrape by. It shows how tough business can be. Comrade Chen Men, you should advise Little Min not to entertain thoughts of going into business."


    Cui Zixiang''s wife, who was helping their child with homework in the study, suddenly interjected, "Businesspeople are used to crying poor. How could Feng Yu be out of money? Rich people don''t let you see their wealth."


    Cui Zixiang raised his voice, "Feng Yu is my buddy. How could I not know whether he has money or not?"


    "He bought a house for Aunt Wang next door, and they moved out. Can you afford a house in the capital?" his wife retorted, also raising her voice.


    Cui Zixiang''s voice grew even louder, "That''s only because of the gossip in thepound. Some of the women were wagging their tongues, saying Aunt Wang had an improper rtionship with Uncle Yan. Aunt Wang couldn''t stand the rumors, so she had Feng Yu borrow money to buy a house and move out. We''re neighbors - you tell me, was Aunt Wang''s rtionship with Uncle Yan proper or not?"


    Seeing Chen Men listening with a smile, Cui Zixiang offered an exnation.


    Wang Gebi had officially moved out of the militarypound to live outside about three months ago.


    The reason was that there were subtle rumors in thepound suggesting she had an inappropriate rtionship with Yan Peiheng.


    Wang Gebi, being a quiet person with a gentle personality, couldn''t bear to hear such talk and almost took sleeping pills.


    However, her eldest son-inw, Feng Yu, was filial and immediately bought a house, allowing Wang Gebi to move out and find some peace and quiet.


    As a son-inw, Feng Yu was both respectful and caring towards Wang Gebi, which first and foremost earned him praise from the old leaders in thepound for his character.


    This was also why Minister Cui immediately agreed when he wanted to take over Factory 271.


    As for the rumors about Wang Gebi and Yan Peiheng, even Aunt Cui and her daughter-inw were left speechless.


    Because as neighbors, they could gossip about other things, but this matter was truly unfounded.


    With Cui Zixiang''s exnation, his mother and wife were both rendered speechless.


    Cui Zixiang, not satisfied, added, "Some people even say Aunt Wang lives at Uncle Yan''s ce. You all have eyes, don''t you? Tell me, has Aunt Wang ever gone to Uncle Yan''s house in the middle of the night?"


    This left his mother and wife even more speechless.


    Seeing this family start to argue over their own affairs, Chen Men said goodbye and left Minister Cui''s home.


    Standing at the door of Yan Peiheng''s house, looking at the door of Wang Gebi''s house next door, she had a ridiculous thought: could it be that Wang Gebi knew how to walk through walls, or had Yan Peiheng secretly made a small door somewhere unseen in his house, allowing Wang Gebi to move freely between the two houses?


    It was puzzling.


    In the evening, the children took a shower under their grandfather''s shower head, which had better water pressure and a stronger spray.


    Of course, Chen Men, Yuanyuan, and Little Lang slept in one room. By the time Yan Zhao finished his shower, she had even locked the door.


    He and Little Wang had to sleep elsewhere.


    The next day was the weekend. Chen Men had been tired from the previous day, and since there were hamburgers for the children to eat, she nned to simply make some soy milk for the kids and then go back to bed for a nap.


    However, at that moment, someone knocked on the door. Little Wang was about to run and open it, but Yan Wei''s face changed: "Little Wang, don''t open it."


    Little Wang stopped in his tracks and curiously asked Yan Wei, "Uncle, is it grandpaing back?"


    Yan Wei said, "It''s nothing. Everyone pretend to be deaf and dumb. Don''t pay attention to the people outside."


    But obviously, they wished for peace, yet the disturbance wouldn''t stop.


    After a while, someone knocked on the door again. This time it was Cui Zixiang calling out: "Yan Wei, Mi Lan and Aunt Wang are back. Aunt Wang brought your favorite soup dumplings. Why aren''t you opening the door?"


    "Dad, open the door." It was Yan Ha''s milky voice.


    Hearing Yan Ha''s voice, Yan Wei''s eyes reddened, but he still pulled Little Wang back, refusing to open the door.


    Chen Men guessed that since the couple hade yesterday, and Yan Peiheng was returning today, Mi Lan showing up now must be to seek reconciliation.


    Chen Men didn''t need to get involved in Uncle Wei''s affairs; she couldn''t even be bothered to watch the drama unfold.


    If Yan Wei wanted to hide like a turtle, let him continue.


    After all, when Yan Peiheng returned, he would be the one to deal with him.


    But there seemed to be quite a crowd gathered outside the door. Yan Zhao, being image-conscious, couldn''t stand it anymore. He walked over and yanked the door open.


    This was Chen Men''s first time seeing Wang Gebi. Mi Lan was also there. Face to face at the door was a middle-aged woman in her fifties, wearing a navy blue woolen coat. She was particrly thin, with very fair skin, though her hair was a bit sparse. It was permed and styled very meticulously.


    Upon seeing Yan Zhao, she was a bit stunned: "Your brother hasn''te back yet?"


    Yan Zhao remained silent.


    Fair skin covers a multitude of ws. Wang Gebi''s quiet demeanor and slender figure formed a stark contrast with the plump Aunt Cui. Although she had aged, her face didn''t show it much.


    She still appeared quite charming for a woman her age.


    In her hand, she held an old-fashioned food container that Chen Men had only seen in TV dramas, the kind old Beijingers used. However, she didn''t enter the house. Instead, she extended her hand to give the food container to Yan Zhao, saying, "The breakfast outside uses old oil, and it''s too greasy. It''s not safe. I steamed some soup dumplings for you. These are Yan Wei''s favorite. Take them."


    As she spoke, she still didn''t enter the house. Seeing that Yan Zhao wasn''t taking the food container, she handed it to Mi Lan. Her gaze carried some of the authority of an elder as it passed through Yan Zhao to look at Yan Wei, her eyes full of reproach.


    Turning around, she took out her keys to open the door next door.


    Yan Ha had grown quite tall, though he was still thin. He stood at the doorway, timidly calling out to his father.


    After not seeing her for over half a year, Mi Lan had changed a lot too. Her hair was dry and yellow, and she had lost weight. She wore an extremely puffy padded jacket and a thick scarf. Standing at the door, she gave Yan Ha a push: "Go on, Yan Ha. Kneel down and beg your dad. Tell him that the two of us are at the end of our rope. Ask him to take pity on us and not abandon us."


    "Dad," Yan Ha called out pitifully.


    The living room didn''t have an entrance hall or anything, so everything was in full view.


    Yan Wei was in the living room, holding Little Lang. His eyes were bloodshot, but he didn''t say a word or make a sound.


    Mi Lan was crying a river of tears. Seeing that Cui Zixiang was about to leave, she reached out and grabbed him: "Zixiang, please help me beg Yan Wei. I can never give him a child of his own in this lifetime, but Yan Ha regards Yan Wei as his real father. Ask him why he wants a divorce?"


    If the neighbors weren''t close acquaintances, it would have been easier to deal with. Yan Wei could have closed the door and hidden like a turtle, or maybe he could have gotten away with it.


    But Cui Zixiang was his buddy, and Minister Cui was his leader.


    All the neighbors were familiar faces who couldn''t bear to watch this. Cui Zixiang said, "Yan Wei, let Mi Lan and Yan Ha in first. Do you really want to wait for my dad and Uncle Xu toe out, or do you want Commander Tao from upstairs toe down too?"


    "My mother and I have all moved out. Has my mom evere up to this floor during this time? The rumors about my mom having an improper rtionship with our dad - you spread those, didn''t you, Yan Wei? Old Three and his wife are here, Uncle Cui and Uncle Xu, everyone is watching. I understand you''re deliberately creating trouble to get a divorce, but I don''t care that you spread rumors to nder my mom. I''m just begging you not to divorce me, okay?"


    Yan Wei was so angry that he jumped up, pointing his finger. He was about to go out and hit someone.


    If Yan Zhao hadn''t caught him in time, he would have rushed out the door.


    "Lan," the door next door wasn''t closed, and Wang Gebi suddenly called out, "Alright, stop talking. Mom is fine. Mom doesn''t feel wronged."


    Wang Gebi''s call of "Lan" made Yan Zhao suddenly turn his head to look at Chen Men.


    He probably got goosebumps all over his body. He thought this term of endearment was exclusive to his use for Chen Men.


    He hadn''t expected Wang Gebi to call her daughter the same way.


    Chen Men wanted tough, but had to hold it in.


    Mi Lan, on the other hand, was stomping her feet and crying: "You might not feel wronged, but I feel wronged for you. For nearly twenty years, you''ve raised the Yan Wei brothers with such hard work. Was it just to hear people''s ridicule and insults?"


    At this moment, what Yan Zhao said was exactly what Mi Lan wanted to hear. He addressed the matter directly, intending to defend Yan Wei: "Sister-inw, no one has been spreading rumors about my father and your mother. The fact is, three months ago when I called my father, it was your mother who answered the phone."


    Mi Lan had anticipated this and immediately chimed in, clutching her chest and beginning to cry: "Heaven knows, Yan Third, you can ask Yan Wei to swear on his mother''s life whether my mom has set foot in your house in the past few months."


    Upon hearing this, Yan Wei suddenly grabbed the military cap hanging on the wall and threw it: "You Mi, if you dare mention my mother one more time, I''ll kill you."


    "Yan Wei is trying to kill me, help!" Mi Lan let out a shrill scream.


    Early in the morning, Minister Cui''s entire family hade out, and on the other side emerged an elderly couple. Judging by the man''s dignified appearance, he must be Vice Minister Xu.


    The corridor was in an uproar.


    Yan Peiheng hadn''t returned yet, and Chen Men couldn''t wrap her head around the phone situation.


    At this moment, Yan Zhao finally understood Yan Wei''s anger: "Comrade Mi Lan, please don''t bring up my mother again. There''s no need to dig up roots when insulting people."


    "Your whole family clearly just thinks I can''t have children and doesn''t want me anymore," Mi Lan started shouting.


    Yan Zhao, who in his previous life had managed to be the police chief of Beijing, was certainly no slouch when it came to professional capabilities.


    This was just an ordinary argument, but as he stood there, Chen Men hadn''t anticipated that it would actually turn into a criminal case.


    In the blink of an eye, all the neighbors had gathered around, and Yan Wei was trembling with anger.


    The children, holding their hamburgers, had all huddled together, watching the spectacle with curiosity.


    And Wang Gebi''s two good brothers stood not far away, observing everything with their stern gazes.


    Yan Zhao asked Mi Lan, "Are you certain that oldrade Wang Gebi hasn''t been to our house?"


    "Yan Third..."


    Yan Zhao didn''t give Mi Lan time to retort, saying each word deliberately: "My wife and I indeed heard oldrade Wang Gebi answer my father''s phone, and she even called him Peiheng."


    Minister Cui took a step forward, and Vice Minister Xu also walked to the elevator entrance.


    Mi Lan seized the opportunity: "How wonderful, Yan Zhao. As expected of brothers, your whole family speaks with one voice. But fortunately, there''s heavenly justice and thew. All the neighbors are watching. Uncle Cui and Uncle Xu, Commander Tao upstairs can testify for my mother. I can swear on my dead son''s life..."


    To be fair, for someone like Chen Men who would get red-faced and heart-pounding when trying to argue, thinking of countless responses in her head but unable to voice any of them, only managing to frustrate herself to death, this kind of shrewish argument scene was beyond her ability to handle.


    But Yan Zhao remained calm and collected: "Sister-inw, don''t be anxious. If there''s a criminal case, we''ll investigate. Please don''t mention Qilin again."


    "Yan Zhao, you''re spewing vicious lies," Mi Lan continued to screech, her shouts echoing in the hallway as if through a surround sound system.


    So Yan Zhao stopped questioning her and turned to Yan Wei: "Second brother, did you set up call forwarding for our home phone?"


    Mi Lan''s screeching halted midway, and Yan Wei repeated: "What do you mean by call forwarding?"


    Yan Zhao exined matter-of-factly, stillposed: "It''s very possible that our neighbor, oldrade Wang Gebi, set up call forwarding from father''s home phone to her own. You''ve been in the military for so many years, don''t you have even this much vignce?"


    Mi Lan''s half-scream got stuck in her throat.


    The onlookers were also stunned simultaneously.


    At this moment, the elevator doors opened, and Yan Peiheng, in full military uniform, emerged with his security detail and walked over.


    Yan Wei hesitated: "Call forwarding, what does that mean?"


    With so many people around, what seemed like a simple domestic dispute to most took on a different light for Yan Zhao, given his position inw enforcement. He was always on the frontline against illegal activities.


    He viewed any situation first as a potential criminal act.


    Now, facing several senior military district leaders, it was necessary to exin the situation thoroughly.


    He said: "The home phones in the military district use a dedicated national defense line, an internalwork. It''s impossible to forward calls outside, but within the military district, it''s possible to set up forwarding between home and office phones. You just need to submit an application. Why don''t we try calling now?"


    So Wang Gebi only needed to set up call forwarding. Even if she wasn''t in the same room, whenever someone called, as long as Yan Peiheng wasn''t there, she could answer if she wanted to.

 Chapter 90

    Chen Men thought to herself that old Aunt Wang Gebi was truly a genius. Toe up with such a high-tech method as call forwarding.


    As luck would have it, Yan Peiheng had just returned, and Minister Cui and Vice Minister Xu were also there. Almost all four neighboring households in the hallway were about to mobilize. Being neighbors, the efficiency was impressive.


    With all the good brothers gathered to personally witness this, wouldn''t Wang Gebi''s face be utterly disgraced? If she had privately forwarded Yan Peiheng''s calls, it would not only be stalker behavior but could also involve criminal offenses.


    To be honest, at this moment Deputy Director Yan hadn''t washed his face or brushed his teeth, and still hadn''t shaved, with stubble all over. In terms of fair skin, he couldn''tpare to Yan Wei, and in terms of handsomeness, he also fell short of Yan Wei. But in Chen Men''s eyes, he looked incredibly handsome.


    And right at that moment, the phone in the house suddenly rang.


    There were several children in the room. Little Lang and Yuanyuan, not knowing what was happening, reached out to answer it.


    Chen Men pped her hand down on the phone. Yan Zhao turned and went next door, and as he entered, he saw old Aunt Wang Gebi''s hand on the phone.


    And the phone, at that moment, rang like a death knell.


    Yan Zhao ced hisrge hand on top of hers.


    In the blink of an eye, the phone on this side rang a total of nine times with no one answering. Then Wang Gebi''s phone started ringing. Yan Zhao reached out to answer it. Because there was no voice on the other end, Yan Zhao then asked, "Hello, who is this...?"


    There was no response on the phone, and with a click, the other side hung up.


    The stairway of the four households was crowded with people.


    Yan Zhao still hadn''t put down the phone in his hand. Yan Peiheng, unclear about the situation, was still asking, "What exactly is going on?"


    Cui Zixiang came out of his house, raising his hand and saying, "Uncle Yan, Dad, Uncle Xu, the call was from my mom."


    ...


    Even Chen Men hadn''t anticipated that an incident she had guessed to be as dramatic as a soap opera would turn out to have such a truth.


    Wang Gebi and Mi Lan had deliberately chosen this morning to visit, of course knowing that Yan Peiheng would be returning and that the leaders would all be at home on the weekend. They were prepared to nail Yan Wei to the pir of shame as a modern-day Chen Shimei.


    But now this matter had taken a big turn, escting to a criminal offense.


    Yan Zhao came out of Wang Gebi''s house. He first told his father about the phone call he had made in August, then firmly stated, "When you''re not at home, our phone calls have been forwarded to Aunt Wang''s house next door. By my guess, whenever anyone calls you and you can''t answer, she would answer on your behalf."


    Yan Peiheng took two steps back. Of the four households on the floor, all four doors were open. His gaze swept across Minister Cui''s house, then across to his own doorway, stopping when it reached Wang Gebi''s doorway.


    "Who, neighbor Old Wang?" Clearly, the tallntern could illuminate others but not itself. The old man simply didn''t believe it.


    So Yan Zhao added, "Father, which year was the phone in your house installed? It''s likely that this has been happening since that year. But to set up call forwarding, you would need a certificate from your work unit and your letter of introduction. All of these things would have had to go through your hands."


    Yan Peiheng took two steps back, his face shocked.


    He wasn''t crazy, how could he have handled such a thing?


    And at that moment, suddenly, Wang Gebi called out from behind, "Brother Yan, Brother Cui, Brother Xu, I can exin this matter."


    Vice Minister Xu, Minister Cui, and Yan Peiheng were clearly willing to hear what she had to say.


    So Wang Gebi walked out of her house openly, then took a deep breath and exined, "The year Qilin was born, Mi Lan and the child both nearly didn''t make it through the crisis. You and Yan Wei were both away on business trips. The ces you went could only receive calls, not make them. At the time, I was afraid something might happen to the mother and daughter, so I asked Commander Tao to apply for call forwarding. I just wanted to be able to tell you the news when you called home. Butter, when Mi Lan and Qilin were out of danger, I forgot to mention this matter."


    Raising her hand, she said, "I swear to heaven, I don''t have many social connections, and my children have all moved back home. I''ve hardly used the phone all these years, let alone forward your calls."


    She exined it away lightly.


    But to Yan Peiheng''s ears, this truth was more cruel than he could have imagined.


    Qilin was born in ''79. Could it be that since 1979, from when they were still living in the small red building, Wang Gebi had been forwarding their home calls?


    Not to mention Yan Peiheng and his son were dumbfounded.


    Aunt Cui pulled Minister Cui into their door, asking him before entering, "Does our phone have call forwarding?"


    Minister Cui looked at his wife, his scalp tingling instantly, and called out to Cui Zixiang, "Quick, go check ours."


    Yan Peiheng''s was specially approved by Commander Tao, but had Commander Tao also approved call forwarding for other people''s phones for Wang Gebi? Although it sounded absurd, this was a first-ss familypound. If investigated deeper, it could potentially involve espionage cases.


    Vice Minister Xu and his wife, not being affected, also quietly went into their home.


    The two aunts nced at each other as they were about to enter their doors.


    Having endured for over twenty years, they had thought Wang Gebi lived up to her name as an iron wall.


    Now it seemed that there''s no smoke without fire. Although she and Yan Peiheng truly didn''t have a romantic rtionship, regarding the matter of call forwarding, the men would probably believe it, but forwarding someone else''s calls for ten years without letting any information slip - how terrifying!


    Just as everyone was entering their homes, Mi Lan, taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, pulled Yan Ha and turned to enter their own home, gently closing the door.


    Yan Peiheng took two steps forward, suddenly clutching his chest and falling backward.


    Yan Zhao was right beside his father, watching coldly. It was Yan Wei who understood the old man''s health condition and immediately came over, reaching out to support his father.


    Yan Peiheng''s face was ashen, staring fixedly into space, motionless and silent.


    Yan Wei took out some aspirin: "Dad, want to take a pill first?"


    "No need, I''m fine," Yan Peiheng said.


    Yan Zhao said, "Since you''re fine, why don''t you notify the secretariat to issue a certificate and cancel the call forwarding?"


    He really hadn''t expected this to be the truth.


    Of course Commander Tao couldn''t be a spy, but Wang Gebi had been forwarding calls for so many years, without a word, gently and silently deceiving the Yan Peiheng family - this was the most cruel truth.


    Moreover, she was Yan Wei''s mother-inw, and initially did it for the sake of the child. You couldn''t treat it as a criminal case.


    Yan Peiheng''s mind was in chaos, mechanically responding to Yan Wei''s words: "Alright."


    "Have you had breakfast?" Yan Wei asked again.


    Yan Peiheng mechanically said, "I''ve eaten."


    "Then why don''t you go lie down for a while?" Yan Wei said, helping Yan Peiheng up.


    Regarding Wang Gebi, apart from distrust, Yan Peiheng currently felt confused and perplexed, because he didn''t know her motive, didn''t know why she had forwarded his calls for as long as ten years.


    That was the wife of his old superior who had fought side by side with him since he joined the army in the 1960s.


    She was the person he had always trusted the most.


    And Mi Lan was the little girl he had watched grow up.


    Speaking of Mi Lan, although he had scolded her for privately using Little Wang''s money, she had admitted her mistake and returned the money. Yan Peiheng had long forgiven her, so he still didn''t understand one thing - why did Yan Wei want to divorce her?


    With this, the old man had to grab his son and ask, "Second son, it''s better to destroy ten temples than to break up one marriage. Why exactly do you want to divorce Mi Lan?"


    Chen Men had held back for a long time, and she was always more sympathetic towards women, but this time she couldn''t hold back anymore.


    From arriving in the capital until now, although she had only stayed one night, Chen Men wasn''t blind.


    "Second brother, has sister-inw alwaysined that you''re not sessful? Did she also tell you, look at the third brother and his wife, they''re making big money even with Little Wang''s money, but you''re not sessful, wanting to return all the money you''ve earned?" Chen Men said.


    Yan Wei didn''t say anything, but turned his head away.


    Chen Men knew she had guessed correctly. After all, women understand women better, so she continued, "Mi Lan also said that even if you transfer to civilian work this lifetime, you won''t be very sessful, you''ll only let big brother mock you from abroad, and let us twough at you here at home, right?"


    Yan Wei slowly shook his head, but still didn''t open his mouth.


    In fact, Mi Lan''s insults were much more vicious than this. She not only constantly drove a wedge between the brothers'' rtionship, but one night when they were sleeping until the wee hours, Mi Lan suddenly let out a sneeringugh in her sleep: "Su Wen is a joke, she''s been a fool her whole life and deserves to be bullied. Her son Yan Wei is even weaker, he has no ability to make money, he''s far worse than my brother-inw!"


    Yan Wei happened to be awake at the time, thinking about his mother. He was so angered that he raised his fist, ready to hit Mi Lan.


    Mi Lan opened her eyes, still groggy, and cried while begging for mercy, saying she didn''t know anything and was just talking in her sleep.


    This was the real reason why Yan Wei had been so dejected recently and was adamant about getting a divorce.


    Mi Lan wasn''t willing to divorce, but she also hadn''t thought about living a good life together - he just couldn''t say it out loud.


    He felt that in his sleep, he had glimpsed the dirty inner thoughts of his childhood sweetheart. Mi Lan''s disrespect for Su Wen made Yan Wei vaguely realize how many times Wang Gebi had used him to hurt Su Wen in the past. It was something he regretted for life but couldn''t express.


    So he felt he had no choice but to divorce, even if it meant bearing eternal infamy.


    Both men of the Yan family were holding their heads and sighing. Yan Zhao, however, remained cold. Seeing that Yan Peiheng was still sitting motionless, he suddenly asked: "Father, shouldn''t we detain that oldrade Wang next door who has been secretly redirecting your calls for over ten years?"


    Yan Peiheng reflexively said: "She''s just a woman, where could she possibly run to?"


    Yan Zhao immediately retorted: "If you had such trust in my mother back then, how could your marriage have existed in name only for twenty years?"


    This was like a thunderbolt striking Yan Peiheng''s head.


    Three months of business trips, working overtime and staying upte at the Shenyang Military Region.


    He had just finished work and returned home less than ten minutes ago, not even having reported to themander yet.


    One shocking revtion after another kept hitting Yan Peiheng.


    He had personal guards he could mobilize. Yan Peiheng didn''t yet understand the meaning behind Yan Zhao''s words, but instinctively picked up the phone and told Secretary Mao to quickly send the guards over.


    The soldiers, of course, carried out their tasks swiftly.


    Just as Yan Peiheng finished speaking, Secretary Mao had already dispatched the men.


    Chen Men searched everywhere but couldn''t find Yuanyuan, Little Wang, Little Lang and the others.


    Though the apartment was said to have three bedrooms and a living room, it was actually very spacious. If it were an ordinarymercial residence, it could easily amodate six bedrooms and a living room, or even ten bedrooms with room to spare.


    There were even three bathrooms.


    At this moment, no one knew where Yan Zhao had gone. Chen Men saw a cup of soy milk still on the table, knowing it was Little Lang''s. She picked up the cup, intending to call Little Lang to drink his milk. She entered the bedroom where they had slept yesterday. This bedroom had an en-suite bathroom, and because the bathroom door was half-open, she could faintly see Little Lang''s clothes. So Chen Men walked over.


    Just as she was about to enter, she heard Yan Zhao''s voice: "Why aren''t you drinking your milk?"


    "I want to drink c," Little Lang''s childish voice said.


    Yan Zhao said sternly: "Because you''ve been drinking c all the time, you''re very likely already sick. Your mom came to the capital this time just for your illness, to get you treatment. When mom tells you to drink milk and you don''t, that''s being unfilial."


    "That''s not true, mom came to the capital so we could eat KFC," Little Lang argued.


    Yan Zhao tugged at his son''s ear and pointed at the milk in his hand, saying: "She had a big stack of papers in her bag, all your hospital examination lists. Didn''t you see? Feel how thick the fat on your body is. Yesterday mom even carried you all the way just to coax you into drinking milk. Do you know that if it weren''t for your second uncle being here, dad would have already spanked you?"


    "I can do a horse stance, I''m not afraid of being hit," Little Lang said.


    Yan Zhao said sternly: "If you don''t drink the milk, I''ll spank you so hard you won''t be able to sit, horse stance or not."


    "My mom gave birth to me, she loves me, you wouldn''t dare," Little Lang was still being stubborn.


    Chen Men opened the door and saw that not only was Little Lang there, but Little Wang and Yuanyuan were also hiding under the sink. All three little ones were huddled together, looking timid. So she deliberately said: "It''s precisely because I gave birth to you that I need to discipline you harshly. Now if Little Lang doesn''t drink his milk, I really won''t interfere. Let dad spank him, I''ll close my eyes, I won''t look."


    Suddenly there was amotion in the hallway. Yan Zhao put down the soy milk in his hand and strode out.


    Yan Wei had already opened the door and was also preparing to go out.


    Face to face at the door, they encountered Wang Gebi leading Mi Lan and the three Yan Ha children, each carrying a piece of luggage, standing in the hallway. Secretary Mao was leading four guards, blocking them in the elevator, trying to persuade them to go back.


    "What are you trying to do? Let us leave, oh my heart condition is acting up," Mi Lan said sharply.


    Wang Gebi probably didn''t expect Yan Peiheng to call guards to block the elevator. They had just packed up their valuables and were preparing to leave.


    This woman, who was originally gentle, elegant, virtuous, and weak, and much smarter than her daughter Mi Lan, turned to Mi Lan and said: "Quick, call your brother-inw."


    Then she turned and started knocking on Minister Cui''s door.


    "Sister Hu, Brother Cui, open the door quickly!" In her urgency, her voice was no longer as calm andposed as before. She kept knocking on the door: "Brother Cui..."


    With a bang, Minister Cui''s door opened, but it was Aunt Cui who spoke: "Gebi, what are you doing?"


    "Sister Hu, I''m a citizen, I was living my life just fine, I haven''t broken anyws, why is Yan Peiheng having guards control me?" Wang Gebi asked first.


    Seeing that Aunt Cui couldn''t stop Cui Zixiang froming out of the study, she continued: "It''s really ridiculous. If you say I have a good rtionship with Yan Peiheng''s family, what about us? Aren''t we also decades-old acquaintances? Zixiang, Feng Yu is your buddy, right? Doesn''t Brother Cui want Feng Yu to take over the military factories? I feel like Yan Peiheng doesn''t want my Feng Yu to take over those run-down factories, is he trying to cause trouble for Brother Cui? The phone redirection was originally approved by Commander Tao, why doesn''t he dare to ask Commander Tao about it? He''s just bullying the weak and fearing the strong, isn''t he trying to bully you?"


    Yan Zhao and Yan Wei had juste out, the door was open, and Yan Peiheng was in the living room.


    At that moment, perhaps even Yan Zhao had to admire in his heart how Wang Gebi, despite her gentle appearance, spoke words that hit right at the core, driving a wedge between the three parties and forcing Minister Cui to stand up for himself.


    So Minister Cui came out of his home.


    As he was about to leave, Aunt Cui reached out and pulled him back. He turned and red at his wife fiercely.


    This time Aunt Cui didn''t hold back. She reached out and pinched Minister Cui''s bottom hard.


    Look at this, his good sister, without his knowledge, had not only put him in a difficult position, but now, because of Wang Gebi, formerrades who would have taken bullets for each other on the battlefield were suspicious of each other.


    With the guards watching, Wang Gebi and Mi Lan''s family couldn''t leave, so they naturally retreated to their own home.


    The matter of the call records hadn''t been investigated yet. In fact, on the surface, Wang Gebi''s biggest issue might just be Feng Yu taking over those military factories.


    This matter was rted to Minister Cui, and Minister Cui felt he needed to go in and exin to Yan Peiheng.


    So he sighed and entered Yan Peiheng''s home, saying: "Old Yan, I''ve always treated Gebi like a sister, haven''t you as well?"


    Cui Zixiang, Yan Zhao, Yan Wei, Cui Zixiang''s wife, Chen Men, and a group of people watched the two old gentlemen.


    Yan Peiheng nodded. He had always treated the neighbor Wang like a little sister. Minister Cui understood him best. They were all promoted by Vice Minister Mi. Vice Minister Mi marriedte, and his wife was the youngest, only 16 when they married. She didn''t understand anything, and when she had juste of age, she became a widow, insisting on remaining faithful to Vice Minister Mi. Naturally, they took extra care of her.


    She used to be called Little Wang, and gradually became Old Wang, simply because they had all grown older.


    Their care for Wang Gebi was despised by all the women in thepound, but they were upright and honorable.


    She was just a little sister who needed care, and they had no other entanglements with her besides this.


    Once, Zhou Xueqin said that Wang Gebi called him in the middle of the night, and she had scolded him for it. Yan Peiheng was furious at the time and drove Zhou Xueqin away.


    At that time, he even thought Zhou Xueqin was being unreasonable.


    It was because Little Wang kept calling him grandpa on the phone that he gave money.


    But now, this matter has been brought up again.


    He suddenly discovered that Zhou Xueqin hadn''t been lying after all.


    "Let''s not discuss the phone forwarding matter anymore. Let Mi Lan and Yan Wei divorce. I''ll handle Yan Wei''s military transfer and promise to arrange employment for him. There shouldn''t be any major issues with Wang Gebi. Aren''t we being too harsh with our current approach?" Minister Cui said.


    This was because Feng Yu''s military property contracting issue had implicated Minister Cui. He might tear up Feng Yu''s contract, but he didn''t want this matter to be public and ugly, preferring to settle things quietly.


    This was also a person''s instinctive response to protect themselves.


    Yan Peiheng unconsciously nodded.


    However, at that moment, he looked up to see Yan Zhao staring at him coldly.


    Although Yan Peiheng was reluctant to admit it, he had to acknowledge that Yan Zhao was the only one among his three sons who never lied.


    So Wang Gebi must have called him Peiheng while talking to Yan Zhao.


    And it had been ten years since the phone forwarding was set up.


    Wang Gebi probably rarely used that phone line, otherwise, if she had discovered it, she would naturally have disconnected it.


    As it turned out, Zhou Xueqin had used it when she came, and in the past six months, Mi Lan had used it again when she was having conflicts with Yan Wei.


    And she had deliberately answered Yan Zhao''s call.


    Why would she do that?


    Could it be true, as recently rumored, that Wang Gebi secretly harbored feelings for him?


    It was based on his trust in Yan Zhao that he began to suspect Wang Gebi.


    But he couldn''t believe that Wang Gebi would actually like him.


    He had a terrible temper, was boring, and even his wife didn''t like him - how could any woman possibly like him?


    "Things can''t be that simple," he said mechanically.


    Minister Cui spread his hands: "You''re inws and have been neighbors all along. Wang Gebi just answered your phone, what else could there be? As for the military property, I won''t let Feng Yu contract it anymore and that''s that. Let them go. What do you say? Don''t you trust me? I guarantee Wang Gebi has no other issues."


    Trust is more frightening than love - you can love someone, but love brings suspicion, jealousy, and insecurity.


    Take Yan Peiheng''s feelings for Su Wen, the woman he deeply loved, yet he had always doubted her.


    This was something he couldn''t face, but had to face nheless.


    He trusted Wang Gebi to take good care of his two sons, and trusted that such an ordinary woman, a widow, seemingly weak and gentle, who had always maintained her distance from him, would be safe.


    But perhaps it was precisely his trust that had betrayed him.


    Military property - Yan Peiheng kept repeating these words. Suddenly, he remembered that after her husband''s death, because Wang Gebi had no job, the military district had specially approved her to take surplus military items - shoes, hats, clothes, thermoses, water bottles, soap, and towels - to resell for some pocket money.


    That had started in ''68.


    Later, the old leaders had stopped questioning it.


    The reason Yan Peiheng recalled this now was because Minister Cui kept mentioning military property.


    Yan Peiheng then said: "Yan Wei, go ask Old Wang and Mi Lan where they n to goter."


    Actually, Mi Lan was at the door, eager to leave. Her health was poor, and she was wrapped in a thick cotton coat in the hot corridor. Hearing Yan Peiheng''s question, she sighed and said: "Dad, I promise to divorce Yan Wei, and I guarantee that my daughter and I will stay far away from now on. Is that okay?"


    Wang Gebi was also at the door, speaking very reasonably: "Brother Yan, we''ll go wherever you want us to go, as long as it makes you happy, as long as you think it''s good for you."


    Yan Ha, being a boy who wanted to show off for his grandmother and mother who seemed too vulnerable, suddenly blurted out: "My mom and grandma are about toplete the procedures, we''re going abroad..."


    Mi Lan was so frightened she quickly covered her son''s mouth.


    What works for you can also work against you - this child had been helpful when Mi Lan was causing trouble.


    But his asional shocking statements could also be terrifying.


    This was another thunderbolt.


    Even if she wasn''t a spy, could it be that Wang Gebi had actually made a lot of money from reselling military property?


    Was Mi Lan deliberately causing trouble about the divorce and wanting to leave because they had made enough money and were nning to live abroad?


    Yan Peiheng suddenly remembered that Minister Cui, when drunk once, had vaguely mentioned that Wang Gebi probably had some feelings for him and that''s why she remained a widow without remarrying, and he felt quite guilty about it.


    Commander Tao upstairs had always taken care of Wang Gebi because he felt she had too difficult a life on her own.


    Men, regarding women who have feelings for them, even if they don''t like or pursue them, always maintain a sense of kinship and appreciation. Of course, they tend to be more caring, mainly because they trust such women, always believing that women who secretly love them would never betray them.


    But trust is more frightening than love.

 Chapter 91

    It seemed to have been going on for a long time, but in reality, only a morning had passed.


    Yan Peiheng didn''t manage logistics and didn''t understand market economics. He couldn''t estimate how much money Wang Gebi could actually make, but it was evident that she could even afford to go abroad, proving she had substantial funds. It also proved that she wasn''t as tight-fisted as she usually appeared to be. How ridiculous - everyone in thepound had always thought Wang Gebi was perpetually struggling financially.


    Looking at Yan Wei again, he had a dejected, drooping appearance.


    Earlier, when Yan Peiheng heard that his son wanted a divorce, he flew into a rage, thinking of having his son demobilized and kicked out to fend for himself. But with such a weak and fragile son, if he really sent him out on his own, his life would be ruined.


    Yet he had never doubted Wang Gebi and Mi Lan.


    Like everyone else in thepound, he believed Mi Lan was the weaker party.


    Thinking of this, Yan Peiheng made up his mind. All that was left was to consult with Commander Tao and hold a meeting to discuss the matter.


    "Dad, my heart isn''t feeling well. Can you please let me leave quickly?" Mi Lan said again from outside the door.


    Indeed, she and Wang Gebi had already arranged everything for going abroad. They just hadn''t left yet because they wanted to see Yan Wei - that weak, indecisive man who couldn''t make money and was good for nothing -pletely disgraced first.


    Now, as soon as Yan Peiheng let them go, she and Wang Gebi could immediately board a ne and fly to America.


    Yan Peiheng looked up and said, "Wait a bit longer. We''ll have a meeting."


    This old man had always been bad-tempered and fierce, cursing at people as soon as he opened his mouth. Today he hadn''t cursed anyone and was very mild, so Mi Lan didn''t feel anything was amiss. She looked back at Wang Gebi, who probably had the same thoughts, and said, "Mom, then let''s go home first."


    "That''s right. We''re innocent and have a clear conscience. What do we have to be afraid of?" Wang Gebi took a deep breath and said.


    The mother and daughter looked once more at the dejected Yan Wei. Mi Lan smirked coldly: What a loser, unable to make money or get rich. He would never know that her wanting to take him abroad was actually to help him. Since he refused to leave the country, let him rot in this undeveloped nation with no future.


    ...


    As for Chen Men, she needed to meet with director Zhou Yu today to discuss the investment in "Return to the City". With so many children, she couldn''t bring them all.


    So she grabbed Little Wang and Little Lang, saying, "You two stay here with grandpa today. Mom and Yuanyuan are going out for a while. This isn''t our home, so no shouting or making a racket. This is an apartment building, not a single-story house. There are people living downstairs, so you especially can''t jump around while ying. If you disturb the people downstairs, the soldier uncles wille up to scold you, okay?"


    Little Lang actually wanted to go with mom more, but Little Wang stopped him.


    Yan Peiheng was grandpa. Although he looked fierce and unapproachable, Little Wang felt he must get closer to grandpa.


    He felt he had treated grandpa too badly before.


    Not wanting to trouble Yan Wei to find a car again, Chen Men took Yuanyuan and called out to Yan Zhao, "Third brother, I''m heading out. I have something to tell you."


    Yan Zhao called back "okay" from the bedroom and came out.


    He was carrying a camel-colored overcoat, clearly bought for him by Chen Men. Yan Zhao still asked, "Is this mine?"


    "No, I bought it for Little Wang," Chen Men replied intentionally.


    Yan Zhao turned around, threw it on, and put it on himself. Camel color suits all skin tones, much better than the green he usually wore.


    "Don''t do that, this is Little Wang''s coat. Why are you wearing a child''s clothes?" Chen Men couldn''t help but tease.


    The elevator was transparent, like a mirror. Yan Zhao was wearing his autumn/winter uniform, but the capital was too cold. Without an overcoat, it was really a bit chilly. The woolen overcoat on him looked both proper and ttering, like Ken Takakura in the movies.


    He was now gradually learning to joke: "I''ll wear it first. When Little Wang grows as tall as me, I''ll give it to him." Getting serious again, he said: "Just this one piece. Don''t buy any more in the future. These things are very expensive."


    He was frugal, didn''t smoke or drink or treat others, and was even more economical with clothes. Having a work uniform meant he didn''t need to buy more.


    "From yesterday until today, why haven''t you mentioned anything about Feng Yu embezzling military district assets?" Chen Men had called Yan Zhao out separately for this reason.


    In her view, a worm like Feng Yu should be reported early, letting the military district deal with him.


    Yan Zhao instead asked Chen Men: "Do you really want to take over Factory 271?"


    Of course Chen Men wanted to. The Xingda Construction Team had Chen Degong watching over it, so she didn''t need to worry too much about it. If she could manage a factory and do some real industry, even if it was Little Wang''s factory where she could be the general manager, it would be better than the construction team''s day-to-day uncertainty and payment difficulties. Running a real industry would at least provide a stable sry.


    "Let''s wait a bit longer. If we bring up the Factory 271 issue now, you won''t be able to contract the factory," Yan Zhao paused and said: "I''ll see if there''s any other way to help you get Factory 271."


    Chen Men thought to herself that this man had be smarter, even knowing how to use backdoor connections to help her get the factory.


    Of course, Chen Men had a general idea of why Yan Zhao was so eager to help her get Factory 271. He was looking even further ahead than Chen Men. Even if Factory 271 wasn''t given to Feng Yu and was contracted to someone else, people''s hearts weren''t as pure as they used to be. It might still not escape the fate of being sold off.


    As for Chen Men, no matter how much she didn''t want to or felt innocent, she was Yan Peiheng''s daughter-inw and had an unbreakable family connection with Feng Yu. If they brought up what Feng Yu had done publicly now, not only would Minister Cui not contract Factory 271 to her, but even Yan Peiheng, to avoid suspicion, would absolutely not let her get involved with Factory 271 anymore.


    So Yan Zhao was still waiting for an opportunity, to see if there was another way to deal with Feng Yu first.


    Speak of the devil and he shall appear. They were still talking about Feng Yu as they went downstairs, and as soon as they got down, they ran into the man himself.


    Right in the courtyard downstairs, Cui Zixiang was chatting with a man.


    The man was offering Cui Zixiang a cigarette, patting his chest, and saying something to him. Cui Zixiang kept nodding.


    Yan Zhao stopped, sniffed the air, and Yuanyuan also whispered as they passed by the man: "Daddy, it smells bad."


    Yan Zhao stopped, looked at the man, and said to Chen Men: "This man is smoking marijuana."


    This was actually Wang Gebi''s proud son-inw and Mi Lan''s proud brother-inw, Feng Yu. He was tall and thin, but had a very strong, skunk-like odor. Most people would think it was just body odor - many people have body odor, and everyone just endures it. His face was pockmarked, it was a human face, but for some reason it looked particrly strange. He had extremely exaggerated eye bags, and his eyeballs were brown,cking any spirit.


    He wore sses and was very refined in appearance, speaking very gently.


    Chen Men had only told Yan Zhao that Feng Yu wanted to take over Factory 271, but she had never mentioned that Feng Yu smoked marijuana. From the time after liberation until the 1990s, there was a period when drugs had been eradicated in China. How did Yan Zhao smell it?


    And then, he added: "He probably has a sexually transmitted disease too."


    Chen Men was shocked: "How do you know that?" She had originally been worrying about how to exin things to Yan Zhao, but now it seemed she had overthought it. This man was capable enough to be the director of the Beijing Bureau on his own merits, much more formidable than she could have imagined.


    "Vietnam produces a lot of marijuana. Drug use implies promiscuity, and promiscuity leads to syphilis. There are a lot of people like this in the border troops over there," Yan Zhao turned back and said: "You two go on your own. I''ll see what''s going on with this guy."


    Just then, Cui Zixiang saw Yan Zhao and was about to stop him: "Yan Zhao, let me introduce you. This is my buddy Feng Yu."


    When Yan Zhao reached out his hand, he saw that Feng Yu''s hand was bleeding from chapped chilins due to the winter cold. He didn''t shake hands. He was tall, wearing the woolen overcoat, and took a step back, his deep-set eyes coldly staring at Feng Yu.


    Feng Yu smiled and offered a cigarette: "It''s all a misunderstanding. My mother-inw is just an olddy, and Mi Lan has a heart condition. What could they do? You''re Yan Zhao, right? Fellow soldier, I''ve long admired you. Why don''t we find a ce to have tea? I''ll call a few more oldrades, and we can chat slowly?"


    Yan Zhao pursed his lips, the lines on his face mechanically twitching: "Alright."


    He turned back, gesturing for Men and Yuanyuan to go first, pointing upstairs and saying: "Go on, to my ce."


    He didn''t take the cigarette either, saying coolly: "I don''t smoke."


    Feng Yu probably didn''t expect that finding Yan Zhao at this moment would be walking into a trap, but she happily followed him upstairs.


    Chen Men took Yuanyuan on a bus, following the address of director Zhou Yu from the magazine.


    In her mind, being a director was a sacred and high-ss profession, so she assumed he must live in a very upscale ce. However, following the address led her to a dpidated apartment building with walls stered in small ads for hospitals - circumcision, genital warts treatment, cervical erosion, and locksmith phone numbers.


    When she knocked on the second floor door, a scruffy-looking man with greasy hair came out. He looked Chen Men up and down and actually asked, "Are you here to be a model? Take off your clothes so I can see your figure."


    Chen Men took two steps back and asked suspiciously, "I''m looking for Director Zhou Yu. Is he not here?"


    Take off clothes to check her figure? This guy must be crazy.


    If this was really Zhou Yu, Chen Men would never invest with him.


    "You want to be on TV and be a star, right? Well you''vee to the wrong ce. No one watches Zhou Yu''s films anymore. Why don''t you be a model for me instead? As long as you''re willing to strip, you''ll be a big star tomorrow," the man said with a smile.


    Fortunately this wasn''t Zhou Yu. Chen Men peeked inside and quickly covered Yuanyuan''s curious eyes.


    The cultural renaissance of the capital in the 1990s particrly revered Western art. Nude painting and figure drawing were very popr during this era.


    There was a nude model lying in the living room with her back to the door, and several students sitting opposite her painting.


    Chen Men had no issue with artists, and although she couldn''t ept this kind of thing herself, that was her own problem and she didn''t need to show it.


    So she exined that she was an investor looking to fund Director Zhou Yu''s film. The painter looked Chen Men up and down, then nced at Yuanyuan. Seeing she had brought a child, he stopped his inappropriate talk and quickly wrote down a new address for Chen Men.


    ording to the painter, Director Zhou Yu was determined to make the film "Return to the City", but the film studio wouldn''t give him funding. So he sold his house to raise money, selling it to the painter.


    That''s why he used this address when advertising, but he had long since moved to a new ce.


    After this prelude, when Chen Men finally found the real Zhou Yu, she nearly burst into tears.


    Zhou Yu was a man in his early fifties, clearly born before the revolution and educated. He wore a grey cotton jacket and sses, and had a neat and tidy appearance. Compared to the greasy-headed painter from earlier, this was truly the kind of person Chen Men imagined could create legitimate art.


    When he heard Chen Men wanted to invest in "Return to the City", Director Zhou Yu was overjoyed.


    The house was too small, with ayout where you had to climb onto a kang bed right when you entered. He fished 10 yuan out of his pocket, insisting on treating Chen Men, his big investor, to a meal.


    Chen Men declined the meal, and just discussed her conditions with him. He could make the film however he wanted, as long as it turned out well, but it had to be filmed in Shaanxi Province and showcase Shaanxi''s culture, customs and history.


    "If you''re really willing to invest, I''d rather turn it into a TV series spanning 30 years," Director Zhou Yu said with trembling hands. "I want to show the fate of the generation that went up to the mountains and down to the countryside, and their descendants, rising and falling along with the nation''s destiny..."


    "I''m willing to invest up to 200,000 yuan," Chen Men interrupted.


    She just wanted to spend all that money in one go.


    But in an era when a few tens of thousands could make a film, 200,000 was an astronomical sum - enough to make a TV series. So the director was dumbfounded with joy.


    "Then let''s make a TV series, at least 12 episodes. I''ll start revising the script right away!" Director Zhou Yu said, then eagerly asked, "Do you want to hear about my vision for this show?"


    Chen Men wasn''t very interested in the arts, so she politely declined and took Yuanyuan home.


    Of course, at this point she just wanted to spend the money, not knowing what a sensation this investment would create for Yuanyuan, Little Wang, and all of Shaanxi Province, or what kind of returns it would bring.


    On the way home, as they approached the entrance to thepound, Yuanyuan suddenly asked, "Mom, do you think Grandpa doesn''t like me?"


    It had been a busy day with many things happening.


    Moreover, Chen Men had noticed thatpared to Yan Zhao''s excitement, Yan Peiheng did seem rather indifferent towards Yuanyuan. After all,pared to Yan Zhao''s daily interactions, Yan Peiheng only spent a few short days with Yan Xing each year during his leave.


    He only had a thin photograph, which he would take out to look at each year. He had probably forgotten what Yan Xing even looked like.


    Chen Men even felt that missing Yan Xing was just an excuse, and that her father-inw needed it to continue hating her mother-inw.


    And Yuanyuan was Yan Xishan''s daughter - it was good enough that he didn''t openly show dislike, how could he possibly like her?


    This was probably what they called "Professed love of dragons"?


    Thinking of this, Chen Men said, "Grandpa definitely loves you, he just has a bad temper and is hard to get along with. And even if he didn''t love you, you still have Mom and Dad, right?"


    Yuanyuan jumped into the elevator and quickly pressed the button for the 19th floor, saying "Okay."


    When they got upstairs, their front door was open, as was Mi Lan''s. Groans could be hearding from Mi Lan''s apartment, along with Wang Gebi''s faint sighs.


    There was also a woman''s strong voice saying: "It''s alright, Mom. Uncle Tao, Uncle Cui, and Uncle Xu will stand up for us. You''re just a weak woman who sold somebor insurance goods. They even gave you the approval slip. If there''s any fault, it''s theirs first. How could they let you take the me for the mistakes of a group of grown men? It''s impossible. My uncles are all upstanding military men, they won''t let a weak woman bear responsibility for their errors. We''re not afraid. We have to believe in them."


    "My chest hurts, sister. Can you go upstairs and ask when their meeting will be over?" Mi Lan said weakly. "I want to go to the hospital. I need to go to the hospital."


    On the other side were Yan Zhao, Feng Yu, Yan Wei, and Cui Zixiang, along with some other young people, sitting in silence.


    In the hallway were Aunt Cui and Minister Xu''s wife Auntie Xi. Since Mi Lan keptining of chest pain, and people havepassion, they were neighbors after all, so Aunt Cui couldn''t help asking Cui Zixiang, "Why don''t you take Mi Lan to the hospital first?"


    Cui Zixiang looked at Yan Wei, who said nothing. Yan Zhao answered for him: "We can''t. We have to wait until the leaders finish their meeting."


    ...


    This showed how clever Wang Gebi was. She hadn''t said a word the whole time, only asionally letting out a soft sigh.


    The aunties in the hallway were kind-hearted people who wouldn''t actually mock her. They were all shaking their heads and sighing. When Chen Men came upstairs, Aunt Cui wanted to give her some advice: "The Mi Lan family was one of the first in ourpound to start doing business. But look what''s happened. Whether they followed the rules or not, who can stand this kind of trouble? Men, go tell Cui Min not to even think about doing business."


    Chen Men nodded and said, "Okay."


    Just then, footsteps suddenly sounded in the stairwell as Yan Peiheng and Minister Cui came downstairs.


    There was also a balding man in in clothes with a kindly smile - it was Commander Tao.


    The main reason for their meeting was that Yan Peiheng suspected Wang Gebi of reselling military supplies, not just for subsistence, but possibly profiting from it. Since they had all agreed to help solve Wang Gebi''s living situation, they had just had a brief discussion without alerting the logistics department to check the main ounts yet.


    Commander Tao was the one who had originally approved this proposal, so he naturally had to take responsibility for the matter.


    He suggested they first ask Wang Gebi exactly how much money she had made, and after deducting living expenses, have her return the rest.


    Mi Lan had beenining of chest pain the whole time, and they were all uncles after all - they couldn''t refuse to let the child go to the hospital.


    Faced with a woman 20 years their junior, who was their obedient little sister and had never quarreled with them for decades, the oldrades naturally spoke in gentle tones.


    "Gebi, can you tell us privately exactly how much money you made? No matter how much it is, hand it over. We''ll take responsibility for any mistakes and report it externally for inspection," Commander Tao said.


    Mi Lan''s crying stopped abruptly.


    Mi Xue, who was holding her hand, also froze.


    Wang Gebi stood up and said, "I do have some savings. I have over 30,000 yuan. If you want to take it, go ahead. But please let me take my child to the hospital first."


    Commander Tao nced at Yan Peiheng, then at Minister Cui. If Wang Gebi only had 30,000 yuan in her ount, though it was arge sum, taking it all would be too heartless.


    "We can''t let martyrs shed blood and sweat, only to worry about their wives and daughters from the afterlife," Commander Tao said. "Let Mi Lan go to the hospital first. We won''t check the ounts now. Thirty thousand isn''t a big deal, is it?"


    Yan Peiheng felt it couldn''t be that simple.


    But Minister Cui also said, "Let Mi Lan go to the hospital first. Can''t we investigate everything else slowly?"


    Yes, they could check the ounts on Monday. Whatever Wang Gebi had taken, regardless of how much she sold it for, the cost price could be verified.


    At that moment, Mi Lan was still crying out. She needed to be taken to the hospital.


    But in Yan Peiheng''s mind, the word "trust" kept repeating.


    He was different from the others. Commander Tao and Minister Cui had their wives by their side and their children with them. They had no personal entanglements with Wang Gebi. Only he had interacted with Wang Gebi for over twenty years because of the children. Once the foundation of trust crumbled and suspicion arose, it was hard to erase.


    Just then, Yan Zhao came out and asked Yan Peiheng, "Father, how is the management in the military region now? It seems much stricter than when we were in the army."


    At this, Aunt Cui suddenly spoke up,ining, "Strict? I don''t think so. Just in the family quarters, someone was wandering around recently, iming to sell cheap soap at factory prices. When I bought some and checked, they were all fake. Look at that, you let scammers into thepound and still talk about being strict."


    Olddies always focus on things you least expect.


    The 1990s were a time when scams were at their peak. Chen Men couldn''t help but chuckle when she heard this.


    She remembered the most famous one: someone imed they would st a hole in the Himyas to let the warm currents of the Indian Ocean blow through the snow-capped mountains. This way, Tibet would be like Jiangnan, and the Northwest would be even more prosperous than Jiangnan.


    That person had even managed to scam over 200 apartments in the capital with this idea.


    The army had also gone through a brief period of chaos during this era.


    They say there are three difficulties for soldiers: difficulty in transferring to civilian work, difficulty in finding a wife, and even more difficulty in supporting parents.


    The root cause was that society was reforming, the economy was expanding daily, but their ie levels were still at the old pace from decades ago. The new social order and the drastic changes in people''s hearts after the reform and opening up, along with the gradually worsening people outside, were all affecting this team.


    Auntie Xi also said, "In theory, entering and exiting thepound used to require approval slips. Now anyone cane and go freely. This is also a problem."


    Yan Zhao had just started the topic, and as wives of leaders, they liked to report any major issues they noticed.


    Chen Men then said, "When I came in just now, the guard only asked a simple question. I didn''t need anyone to escort me in."


    Yan Zhao seamlessly picked up on the women''sments: "With Commander Tao and everyone here, there''s surely no problem with military discipline. The family quarters are the responsibility of the security office. If people with STDs and carrying marijuana can get in, the security office bears a huge responsibility."


    "Who? Who dares to hide marijuana in the military region?" The old leaders were immediately shocked.


    Drugs flowing into the military region was unthinkable. There was a period when the army strictly rectified itself, wasn''t it because of this?


    Yan Zhao had understated the problem, but they could realize how serious it was.


    Amid all the eyes, Feng Yu seemed to realize something was wrong. He suddenly stood up and turned to rush out the door.


    With so many people in the corridor and Yan Zhao at the elevator, he certainly couldn''t escape.


    And things were heading in a direction no one had anticipated.


    Mi Xue, also a very thin woman, had been trying to persuade Mi Lan. Suddenly, she hesitantly, with raised shoulders and a tilted head, tiptoed out of the house.


    Then she stared straight at Feng Yu.


    As if looking at a stranger.


    No, it was more like she was looking at the murderer of her parents.


    At this time, Feng Yu was at the elevator, pressing the button. She suddenly lunged at him, scratching his neck, and asked fiercely, "Are you the one with the STD?"


    This woman suddenly shrieked hysterically, "Did you bring that stuff here today?"


    Mi Xue couldn''t understand, she was about to go crazy: "How many times have I told you not to bring your dirty, stinking stuff into the military region? How dare you bring it to a ce like this? Are you insane?"


    Daring to bring drugs into the military region, this person must have gotten too cocky from making money these past few years, forgetting his own name.


    He used to be a good person, a bit handsome, but a poor country boy. After being discharged, he had nowhere to go and sold spices outside. What did he borrow? It was Wang Gebi''s connections and seed money that he used to make money.


    Money made him arrogant. Although he always assured her he had never been with prostitutes, Mi Xue could tell from the asional unfamiliar scents on him, and the unexined brown foundation and perfume on his clothes, that he probably had.


    Being a woman, Mi Xue''s attitude towards marriage was always like an ostrich. As long as she could avoid thinking about many things, she wouldn''t try to prove them. After all, they were husband and wife with two sons. The sons were the most important.


    As for the man, she just treated him as a money-making tool and a dead person. She knew he smoked marijuana, and she scolded him, but didn''t really try to stop him.


    But if Feng Yu had an STD, that was different. Had she been infected?


    What about the children? Had their two sons been infected?


    A man who gets an STD and doesn''t tell his wife is not human.


    "You really got an STD? Visiting prostitutes is one thing, I treated you like a pile of dog shit, but you... what are you? You''re nothing but a hooligan, a poor stinking soldier. If it wasn''t for my mom giving you capital to do business, how would you be any different from those smelly spice sellers on the street? Feng Yu, you son of a..." Because of Feng Yu''s silence, Mi Xue started screaming again and again.


    She had suspected it all along, and Yan Zhao''s one sentence had confirmed it.


    The scene was chaotic.


    But Mi Lan thought it wasn''t enough and shouted, "Sis, how much did brother-inw take from mom? At least 100,000, right? He really got an STD? Does Little Ha have it too? Did he infect Little Ha? Kill him, I want to beat him to death! Call the police, arrest this heartless bastard!"


    The Mi sisters were pinching and hitting Feng Yu. Wang Gebi, who had been sitting on the sofa, watched her daughters with a shocked expression. She tried to stand up, but her legs were too weak. So she suddenly crawled, very quickly, like an old dog, towards Yan Ha. She pried open the child''s face, eyelids, and even suddenly pulled down his pants, examining the little penis carefully amidst the child''s screams and cries.


    These three women had never fallen out over money. They could even send children back and forth between them. They were mother and daughters, the closest people in the world. Having lost their husband and father, that great mountain of support, at a young age, they worked together, always striving to make life better.


    Even now, they were still working together to save the situation.


    But the STD was thest straw that broke them.


    Money brought so many benefits - luxury goods, designer bags, enjoyment at high-end restaurants, and that heavenly American dream.


    But there were also things they couldn''t tolerate - STDs, drugs. The man hadn''t just ruined himself, he might have infected them, infected the children. They had lots of money, they were about to go to America, but because of an STD, they might be beyond redemption.


    The people present weren''t deaf.


    Wang Gebi had given at least 100,000 to her elder son-inw. She must have earned more than 100,000 from selling military supplies.


    Currently, an ordinary soldier''s monthly allowance was 280 yuan.


    Yan Peiheng and others of his rank only earned 500 yuan a month.


    While they ate cabbage, the weak sister Wang Gebi they pitied could afford to let her son-inw use drugs and visit prostitutes.


    How ridiculous.


    Minister Cui and Commander Tao could no longer say anything for Wang Gebi.


    No, the expressions on their faces were as if they had stepped in dog poop.


    I don''t know what others were thinking, but Yan Peiheng''s gaze pierced through the crowd.


    By the elevator, three children were sitting quietly on the windowsill radiator, looking uneasy.


    The two boys were saying something to the little girl, who suddenly looked up at him, then immediately turned away.


    He also immediately averted his gaze.


    He remembered after Yan Xing''s death, Su Wen had said, "Peiheng, believe me, it was just an ident."


    That was her only defense, but he didn''t believe it. His heart waspletely blinded by insecurity, suspicion, and jealousy.


    If only he had been willing to trust Su Wen as he trusted Wang Gebi, she would surely be alive now. They would have grown old together, and in this world, they would have seen that child they once lost.


    So-called deep love is so insignificant in the face of trust, no wonder his wife never forgave him.


    But it''s only now that he finally understands.

 Chapter 92

    It was already veryte today. Themotion next door had gone on for half the day, but Mi Lan''s illness hadn''t red up. Seeing her tearing at people and hitting them, she seemed even more energetic than before, so no one was worried about her anymore.


    On the contrary, Yan Peiheng felt his heart was ufortable, so he went home early andy down in bed.


    Feng Yu, who had brought marijuana into the military zone, was of course now under the control of the Political Department.


    Wang Gebi and her daughter still couldn''t leave this familypound.


    But the mother and daughter no longer wanted to leave. They had nearly been able to escape, taking arge sum of money to fly directly to America. But now that American dream didn''t seem so important. At the moment, they had gone to the internal hospital to get examined.


    At first, Mi Lan was still calm. After all, it was Feng Yu who was sick. Sexually transmitted diseases required sexual contact to spread, so she figured she and Wang Gebi were probably fine.


    While drawing blood, a nurse asked the doctor, "Can STDs be transmitted by sharing a toilet?"


    "Though the chances are low, it''s possible through toilet seats and showers. So keep a close eye on the boys from now on. It''s chaotic out there, and most prostitutes carry diseases," the doctor replied.


    It was absolutely devastating!


    If it had been a regr apartment building it would have been fine, but this elevator building was something Wang Gebi had schemed hard to get. Flush toilets and showers were standard fixtures. Even if Mi Lan and Wang Gebi hadn''t had sexual contact with Feng Yu, they had at least shared a bathroom.


    Thinking of this, Mi Lan cried her heart out.


    Of course, the matter of selling military supplies also had to be investigated. This time it was an overnight investigation, digging up all the logistics department''s ounts since 1968 for examination.


    A bunch of cabbage sellers couldn''t guess how much the drug dealers had actually made. They were all sheepish, and because none of them could be separated from the situation, the households on the upper floors all disyed a new atmosphere of unity, even more so than usual.


    In the evening, when it was time to cook dinner, Chen Men went out to buy groceries.


    Yan Wei was tidying up the house and went out to take out the trash, just happening to run into Vice Minister Xu who was also taking out trash.


    "Uncle Xu, let me do that," said Yan Wei, taking the trash can. Vice Minister Xu''s children were all out of town, so Yan Wei and Cui Zixiang usually helped with errands.


    "Didn''t you mention recently that you wanted to go back to Xiping City?" Vice Minister Xu said with a smile. "There''s a clerk position open in Xiping City''s Propaganda Department. If you want to go, I can help arrange the transfer."


    Yan Wei was stunned: "Really?" It seemed too good to be true, like pie falling from the sky or a daydream.


    "Your Uncle Cui just mentioned it to me. Currently, there are about 200 senior colonels set to transfer to civilian work. The Xiping City Propaganda Department is the best posting in the whole country. We considered it and coordinated with Xiping''s Military Transfer Office to give it to you," Vice Minister Xu exined with a smile.


    The propaganda department work involved writing, which was perfect since Yan Wei had always been in nonbat roles. He immediately said, "Thank you, Uncle Xu."


    Yan Zhao was in the study, busy with something unknown. Mom had quietly gone grocery shopping with Yuanyuan, without telling Little Wang and Little Lang. The two children had been weathering a storm since arriving in the capital, so they were being especially good, not daring to make a sound. They sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, pouting as they looked outside.


    They spoke in tiny voices, not wanting to disturb Grandpa sleeping in the bedroom, until Yan Peiheng called out, "Yan Wangqi?"


    "Grandpa, are you feeling better?" Little Wang tiptoed into the bedroom to ask.


    Yan Peiheng asked Little Wang, "There was a little girl in the house earlier, who was that...?"


    "My little sister, Yuanyuan," Little Wang smiled and asked Yan Peiheng, "Isn''t she cute?"


    Yan Peiheng asked, "Where did she go?"


    "She went grocery shopping with Mom," Little Wang said.


    Yan Peiheng had several grandsons before. Yan Jun''s children had also grown up around him. Later there was Qilin and Yan Ha. Yan Peiheng had seen many grandsons, and with so many children, the feeling had faded.


    His emotions towards his grandsons were not deep, and he never thought children were particrly cute. Even when he returned to Xiping Cityst time, he was so busy with work that he left without meeting Little Wang and Little Lang. Strictly speaking, he had seen Little Wang once before, but this was his first time meeting Little Lang. He had always been very detached from the children.


    Until this moment when Little Wang sat by the bed, looking at him, being so good and quiet, he suddenly understood what the child meant by "cute."


    He reached out to take Little Wang''s small hand in his palm and said, "You''re very cute too."


    He had heard this child''s voice many times before. Because of Zhou Xueqin''s groundless suspicions about him, it had even caused Wang Gebi to nearlymit suicide, making his reputation in thepound very poor for a time. Yan Peiheng had always been irritable and had never even spoken a word to this child on the phone.


    Now the child was right in front of him, and he felt guilty, speechlessly guilty.


    Just then, Little Lang suddenly started tapping on the window: "Brother, Mom and Yuanyuan are back!"


    Little Wang immediately pulled his hand away and turned to run. Looking down from the 19th floor, people were tiny shadows.


    Little Wang had learned how to operate the elevator yesterday. He took Little Lang''s hand and they rode the elevator down to greet their mother.


    Yan Peiheng also sat up in bed.


    First, he took off his pajamas, then put on his dress shirt, followed by a cotton undershirt, vest, and sweater. After struggling to button up, his trembling hands finally managed it. Then he put on his military uniform, even fastening the wind p tightly.


    Then he steadied himself against the wardrobe, realizing he could actually walk steadily, so he went into the bathroom.


    The bathroom had the only mirror. He stood in front of it, took ab and carefullybed his hair neat and tidy, then looked at himself in the mirror for a long time.


    A few months ago, Yan Peiheng had gone alone to see a movie. It was a film that he had pulled many strings to get approved for screening.


    "The Yellow River Bad."


    In the movie, he saw a girl who looked exactly like his long-gone daughter, with the same mannerisms and smile. But at that time, he hadn''t realized that he would see that child in person in reality.


    Of course, he knew that little girl was Chen Men''s daughter.


    He just hadn''t expected her to look so much like little Yan Xing - the smile, the tone of voice, the appearance, all identical.


    As they say, one hesitates as they near home, and it can be the same with people.


    Yan Peiheng now sat on the sofa, trying hard to put on a kind expression, but still not quite prepared for how to make the children visiting the capital for the first time feel that he was a kind and loving grandfather.


    "Hello, Grandpa," Yuanyuan came in, holding a fish. "I just heard the grandma at the market say that Grandpa loves to eat fish. Look, we bought you a fish."


    Yan Peiheng nodded but didn''t respond. Instead, he gestured to Yan Wei, "Go help Men cook."


    Yuanyuan and her mother had gone out, and it was the people at the market who said her grandfather loved fish, which is why they specifically bought one. Seeing her grandfather''s lukewarm response, she looked up at her mother. Chen Men patted her bottom and said, "Go on, take Little Lang and Little Wang to y outside for a while, but don''t leave thepound."


    The children found riding the elevator to be an especially novel experience. Being able to ride it alone was great fun, so they invited Little Lang and Little Wang along as the three children embarked on their elevator adventure.


    Yan Wei was a model man - he could cook, spoke gently, was obedient and well-behaved. Even after such a big incident, he was actually an optimist, still smiling cheerfully in the kitchen, eager to share his joy with Chen Men: "I might really be transferring to civilian work in Xiping City. Men, if yourpany needs any PR support in the future, leave it to me. I''ll handle it."


    Mentioning this reminded Chen Men of the main purpose of her trip - Factory 271.


    Yan Wei was scaling the fish, and she had already put the rice on to steam. She took off her apron and turned to leave, going to find Yan Zhao.


    Feng Yu had already been dealt with for bringing marijuana into the military zone, without involving Factory 271. It was perfect.


    She needed to discuss with Yan Zhao when they should go talk to Minister Cui about the contract.


    However, just as she entered the study, Yan Peiheng also walked in. When this son came, there were always various matters to deal with. Unlike his two older brothers, this son had what hisrades called a rebellious streak. Even Yan Peiheng had to approach him carefully, speaking gently and kindly.


    "How is Third Son''s work going now? This trip is because..."


    "Why are you still blocking Gu Xiao''s return to the country?" Compared to the cold shoulder he gave Chen Men, Yan Zhao''s attitude towards his father revealed his true personality: "How long are you going to make a fuss over a tiny incident from twenty years ago?"


    Yan Peiheng mmed his palm on the desk, ring angrily at his son. Of course, he had to scold him: "This is how you''ve always talked to leaders and superiors. No wonder people are constantlyining about you, saying you''re too stubborn, acting alone, wielding absolute power in the police bureau. Do you know what ''absolute power'' means? It means Hitler, terrorists, what the Party newspapers have been criticizingtely - the greatest taboo for our Party cadres!"


    These father and son couldn''t have a proper conversation without it turning into an argument.


    Yan Zhao didn''t m the table, but he didn''t back down either. He looked up, staring directly at his father: "You''re the same, using your narrow-minded thoughts and groundless suspicions about my mother to do things that make peopleugh at you."


    Yan Peiheng was about to hit his son.


    Yan Zhao''s brows were furrowed, his eyes cold. Even the setting sun outside the window couldn''t brighten his dark gaze. He didn''t seem like someone his father could subdue with a beating. With this kind ofmunication, their problems would never be solved.


    Fortunately, Chen Men was there. She quickly said: "Yan Zhao isn''t like this at work. Otherwise, you''d only hear bad things about him. You''ve never had to put in a good word for his work, so how did he be deputy director?"


    This was also what puzzled Yan Peiheng. He often heard peopleining about his son in various ways.


    Everyone was an old fox, and Yan Zhao had indeed offended many people''s interests at work. From the mouths of the leaders in Xiping City, Yan Peiheng never heard a single good word about Yan Zhao.


    He wasn''t angry at his son, but worried about his work, fearing that if something went wrong, he wouldn''t be able to protect him. But he had to admit he had never put in a good word for him. His son had be deputy director, and the absolute power he wielded in the Jindong Branch Bureau had made many city and provincial leaders uneasy.


    Seeing Yan Peiheng soften, Chen Men continued: "You''re father and son. Isn''t it better that he speaks his mind directly? Would you rather he deceive you like others do, agreeing to your face but disobeying behind your back?"


    Wasn''t this hitting the old man where it hurt?


    He had been fooled by Wang Gebi for so long, only now realizing Wang Gebi''s true face.


    So this time, unprecedentedly, Yan Peiheng was the first to soften. He finally learned to talk properly with his son: "I haven''t blocked Gu Xiao sincest year, but he''s been close to the opposition party in Singapore, which doesn''t align with our country''s political ideology. His political issues are the main reason he can''t return to the country!"


    Yan Zhao straightened up and let out a sigh. He looked up at Chen Men and suddenly winked at her.


    Political issues could be big or small. ording to policy, Gu Xiao would definitely be blocked, but if someone could put in a good word for him and exin the situation, he could return.


    However, while Yan Peiheng wasn''t blocking him, he also wouldn''t help his love rival clear the way to return to the country.


    But Yan Zhao couldn''t bring himself to ask his father for help. He''d rather die than say it.


    Chen Men pretended not to see Yan Zhao''s wink, but turned to say: "Dad, I think you should be more open-minded. Gu Xiao once went to Southeast Asia, and now he''s a big businessman. Our domestic impression of him is still from twenty years ago. Since he wants toe back, why don''t you help put in a good word to let him return? Let him see how our country has developed now, no worse than Singapore. Wouldn''t that be good?"


    This was nonsense, a lie. Singapore was much more open and developed than their country.


    But Yan Peiheng, Minister Cui, and those old men loved to hear this.


    In their generation''s minds, the red star should shine over the world, and no country in the world was stronger than Hua Country.


    Sure enough, Yan Peiheng paused for a moment and said: "I''ll have Secretary Mao take care of it tomorrow."


    But at the same time, he also said: "You need to be wary of him. He lives in a capitalist country, he''s greedy, a vile capitalist. Even if hees back, I forbid you to have any interaction with him. Whoever dares to say a word to him, don''t expect me to show them a good face in the future."


    This was his old tradition, old thinking.


    It was the era of reform and opening up, only people in the military still viewed capital as a flood and fierce beast. Outside, who didn''t want to kneel down and lick those capitalists'' boots, as long as they were willing to invest?


    Just then, Yan Wei came to ask if he should cook or if Chen Men would take charge of the kitchen, so everyone dispersed.


    It was time for dinner, but the children still hadn''t returned.


    Yan Wei was about to go out to look for them when, just at the elevator, in the dead of winter, several children with flushed cheeks burst out of the elevator.


    Little Wang rushed into the kitchen, hugging Chen Men''s legs, and asked breathlessly: "Mom, what are porn videos? They look just like regr videos, but they cost ten yuan each."


    Fortunately, no one else heard this.


    Chen Men covered the child''s mouth and secretly pinched a bit of fried fish that hadn''t been sauced yet from the te, saying: "From now on, don''t mention the word ''porn video'' again. Tomorrow, Mom will exin this to you privately, okay?"


    Little Wang had just taken the two younger ones for a run outside, and because a videotape only cost two yuan to make but could sell for ten, he thought he had discovered a huge business opportunity. He nodded excitedly, his eyes shining brightly, and whispered: "I want to sell porn videos!"


    Chen Men immediately red at him: "This is our secret, you can''t tell anyone."


    She was already worried about Little Lang''s health, and now Little Wang was getting involved with porn videos. In his past life, he was sent to juvenile detention because of porn videos. Tomorrow, she must find time to properly educate Little Wang.


    Dinner passed without incident.


    People in thispound had strict schedules, and because Grandfather was so fierce, even though the children saw a TV, they didn''t dare turn it on. They lined up early to bathe and go to bed.


    Early the next morning, Chen Men opened her eyes and rubbed them, only to find Yan Zhao lying beside her. She was startled - he had slept with Yan Weist night, when did hee over? He was sitting up against the headboard, his eyes bright.


    "Where''s Little Lang?" she asked.


    "Outside," Yan Zhao said.


    Chen Men suddenly turned over: "He has to go to the hospital for a blood test today, he needs to fast this morning. Don''t you care about your child at all?"


    Yan Zhao had actually juste in, lookingposed: "Oh, he''s already eaten."


    "Are you even a father? You never ask if your child is sick or not..." The door was half-open, and Chen Men hadn''t brushed her teeth, so she didn''t want to open her mouth. Yan Zhao''s hot breath lingered by her ear, back and forth, carrying the fresh scent of toothpaste and soap.


    "Move away quickly," Chen Men said, covering her mouth.


    He directly pressed down on her, thrusting at the same time.


    This was his father''s house, Yan Wei and his father could wake up at any moment. Had this man gone crazy?


    So Chen Men pushed him again: "Get up quickly."


    She had slept with Yuanyuanst night, and because the child loved to y, her pajama buttons were undone. Yan Zhao''s hand slipped inside, saying: "Today I''m going to talk to Uncle Cui about the 271 matter, but Men, you have to promise me one thing. If 271 is contracted, we must prioritize hiring retired military personnel. Can you do that?"


    Chen Men didn''t have the same sense of national honor as Yan Zhao, and she only wanted to live her own small life well.


    She had long known that someone like Yan Zhao would help her pull strings and build connections, but surely he had his own purpose. Sure enough, his purpose was to want her to arrange jobs for retired military personnel at Factory 271.


    Hiring retired military personnel was actually more disadvantageous than beneficial for a business.


    Chen Men wanted to have a good talk with Yan Zhao about this matter from an economic and management perspective.


    But just then, suddenly Yan Peiheng coughed outside. Men immediately kneed Yan Zhao, but she didn''t control her strength well. This knee hit Yan Zhao so hard that he suddenly curled up, his face contorted.


    Chen Men guessed she had hurt him with her knee. She was also frightened and sat up asking: "Are you okay?"


    Yan Zhao rolled over andy there for a while before getting up, then said: "Don''t be too lenient with my father. What he did to my mother doesn''t deserve anyone''s forgiveness. But thank you for helping exin things to himst night."


    If it weren''t for Chen Men, father and son would never be able to talk properly under the same roof.


    And this kind of internal friction would only wear themselves out.


    Chen Men thought to herself, so you understand this, as she turned over to get up. Because it was an apartment building with elders present, she had to get dressed before going out. She hurriedly put on a sweater, tied up her hair, and went out to find Little Lang sitting obediently on the sofa, pouting with his chin in his hands, watching Little Wang and Yuanyuan eating bread with relish.


    Yan Zhao had reviewed Little Lang''s medical records and knew that Chen Men had helped examine him many times. Of course, he would be fasting in the morning.


    Chen Men had worried for nothing.


    The front door was open.


    Wang Gebi had certainly used some tricks to live on the same floor as several leaders, and if it weren''t for the help of a few good brothers, she wouldn''t have been able to get such arge apartment in such a good location.


    But at this moment, this apartment left her nowhere to hide.


    Of course, she no longer needed to hide.


    Before work hours, two groups of people had already arrived. One group entered Yan Peiheng''s home to report on yesterday''s ounting issues, nning to meet with several ministers first before reporting to themander.


    The other group was doctors from the military hospital, waiting at Wang Gebi''s door. Twenty years of painstaking experience and how much money Wang Gebi had secretly earned no longer mattered.


    The words "sexually transmitted disease" hadpletely shattered the mother and daughters. They had cried all their tears out and were now standing at the door, waiting for the results of yesterday''s examination at the military hospital.


    People tend to fear what they suspect the most.


    Nowadays, people have some knowledge about STDs due to the many TV advertisements in newspapers and on television.


    Symptoms like vaginal itching, abnormal discharge, genital warts - small ads were all over the streets. Mi Xue had excessive discharge and often felt itchy. The more she thought about it, the more she believed she had contracted something. She even tried to hang herself with a towel in the bathroom in the middle of the night.


    Of course, she was saved by Mi Lan and Wang Gebi.


    At this moment, the mother and daughters were hugging Yan Ha, waiting for the verdict.


    A verdict like a death sentence, even more terrifying than the military''s intention to investigate their reselling of military supplies.


    Wang Gebi could no longer stand. In her heart, she was even thinking that as long as her two daughters and grandson were healthy, she would be willing to sacrifice all her remaining years and die right now, die in front of everyone. But how could reality possibly be as she wished?


    "Comrade Mi Lan is normal, Comrade Wang Gebi, you are also normal..." The doctor paused, "Comrade Mi Xue, you need to take penicillin."


    Only syphilis required penicillin treatment, which meant Mi Xue really had contracted it.


    Mi Xue''s eyes rolled back and she fainted on the spot.


    The doctor lowered his head, his gaze that would decide the child''s fate falling on Yan Ha.


    ...


    Little Lang''s stomach was growling with hunger. Since he couldn''t eat breakfast, he had gotten dressed early and was waiting for the adults at the elevator.


    He curiously looked at Yan Ha, who was surrounded by three women.


    He didn''t know what had happened to his former brother.


    Seeing that Yan Ha also looked confused, Little Lang ran over and gave him the piece of chocte his father had used to coax him this morning, saying he could only eat it after having blood drawn.


    Yan Ha reached out to take it, smiling and saying, "Thank you, Little Lang."


    Little Lang tilted his head and replied, "You''re wee."


    Chen Menposed herself just as Yan Peiheng and Minister Cui were also leaving. The group got into the elevator together. As it wasn''t a top-secret matter, the logistics director continued his report in the elevator: "There wasn''t much at first, just two or three hundred yuan. Later, the quantity increased a bit, reaching five or six thousand yuan annually in recent years."


    "So how much in total?" Yan Peiheng asked.


    The logistics director said, "The totales to 123,000 yuan."


    Handling 120,000 yuan over twenty years, though a bit much, didn''t constitute a criminal case, and the main responsibility indeedy with them.


    "Let''s all do some self-criticism. Gebi said she still has 30,000 in hand. Most of the money was probably spent by Feng Yu. Let''s recover what we can first, and we''ll make up the rest ourselves," Minister Cui sighed dejectedly. "The responsibility lies entirely with us."


    It was because they had given Wang Gebi the privilege to resell military supplies that Feng Yu had the money to smoke marijuana. He even brought marijuana into the military zone. What if he had rolled it into regr cigarettes and given them to some leader? If a leader became addicted to marijuana, Hua Country''s military would gain international notoriety. And it would be infamy.


    Their ranks would no longer be pure.


    Chen Men, being a woman, was naturally shorter. She couldn''t believe Wang Gebi had only handled this small amount of money and was curious about what was written on the paper in the logistics director''s hand. However, the man was tall and standing in front of her, so she couldn''t see.


    Just then, she suddenly felt herself being lifted. Thank goodness she and Yan Zhao were in thest row. Yan Zhao had slowly lifted her up.


    Yan Zhao supported her from under her armpits, lifting Chen Men entirely over the logistics director''s shoulders.


    Chen Men turned back and whispered to Yan Zhao, "The military supplies are being calcted at three fen per kilogram originally, now five fen."


    As husband and wife, they certainly had this level of tacit understanding.


    Yan Zhao had also worked in the military before, and being Yan Peiheng''s son, he could speak more freely than Chen Men.


    So he spoke up, "Dad, the ounts can''t be calcted like this. How many towels are there in a kilogram? At least 20. Even in the 1960s, one towel would sell for at least one jiao. One kilogram of military supplies, just counting towels, would make two yuan profit at three fen. Even drug trafficking doesn''t have such high profits."


    The elevator was cramped with seven or eight adults and three children, packed tightly.


    In the confined space, the logistics director suddenly took off his hat and turned to face Yan Zhao. Beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead, pouring out like raindrops.


    Minister Cui looked at the logistics director, their faces almost touching, each looking as if they had been pped.


    They had calcted based on the disposal price, but they hadn''t considered the markup. How many towels, how many thermoses made up a kilogram? Even if not tenfold, just calcting at five times the profit, Wang Gebi hadn''t just earned 100,000, she had already made 500,000 to 600,000 yuan.


    It was like a giant iceberg. They had only uncovered a corner, and now the more they dug, therger the iceberg became.


    "Let''s directly refer this to the military court. We''ll all bear the responsibility for our mistakes, but that money must be recovered," Yan Peiheng suddenly shouted. "Due to financial difficulties, our unit only gave out one fish per person as a New Year''s benefit this year. How many fish could 500,000 yuan buy?"


    The logistics director kept nodding, "Yes, yes, alright."


    Cold sweat was still pouring from his forehead, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.


    Yan Peiheng, the most disliked leader in the military region, suddenly raised his voice right there in the elevator, in front of everyone: "Director Wu, I remember you were particrly close with Wang Gebi. Isn''t your son working in Feng Yu''s factory?"


    The logistics director''s face turned ashen at Yan Peiheng''s words, and he suddenly stumbled backwards.


    It didn''t need to be said. He must have been the one covering for Wang Gebi all these years. Without an inside man, how could an outsider steal from the military for so long?


    Chen Men had to admire Wang Gebi. No wonder she chose to remain a widow rather than remarry.


    If she remarried, she would end up with an older man for a second husband, having to take care of his daily needs. Relying on an old man to raise two daughters, she would always have to endure humiliation and anger.


    But as a widow backed by the military region, she had earned several hundred thousand yuan over these years, and a group of good brothers still treated her like a treasure.


    Wang Gebi was truly a capable woman.


    A heroine among women.

 Chapter 93

    Just moments ago, Wang Gebi and Mi Lan had breathed a sigh of relief when the doctor said Yan Ha''s body was normal. Now they were trying tofort Mi Xue.


    "It''s alright, Little Snow. Mom''s here, Mom''s here for everything," Wang Gebi said, kissing Yan Ha''s little cheeks.


    Mi Xue was crying inconsbly. She had contracted syphilis - what was she going to do?


    Wang Gebi signaled to her: "Go ahead and cry. Cry as much as you want. Cry louder."


    After all, she had several hundred thousand in her ount.


    As long as they could continue to receive sympathy from the leaders and family members, as long as the leaders didn''t bring up auditing the ounts again, as long as they could get through this and the military leadership released her. Once they got to a developed country like America, they could treat Mi Xue''s illness. Syphilis wasn''t a terminal disease - with penicillin treatment, as long as it didn''t recur, everything would be fine. So Wang Gebi wasn''t in a hurry.


    But just then news came that the "good brothers" had finally recognized the price discrepancies between internal and external sales. Moreover, the logistics director who had been partnering with her to resell military supplies was also going to fall.


    She was going to be formally prosecuted!


    After hearing this, Wang Gebi was stunned for a long time. Her teeth chattered up and down, trembling continuously.


    The military district was isted from the outside world. The soldiers didn''t consider economic ounts and had no concept of money. It was precisely because of this that she had been able to profit from the price differences between internal and external sales all along. It was no exaggeration to say that towels Wang Gebi had previously resold from the military district for 10 yuan could sell for over 500 yuan outside.


    Moreover, supplies had always been ounted for at 0.02 yuan untilst year, when Minister Wu feared the ounts looked too fake and changed it to 0.5 yuan. So in fact, she had basically been taking supplies for free and selling them outside for twenty whole years.


    The amount of money in her ount was enough to give a group of old leaders collective heart attacks if they heard about it.


    Who was it? Who had seen through her get-rich scheme and ruined her money-making path?


    Sitting on the ground, she and Mi Lan exchanged a nce, their eyes shing with malice, full of grievance, anger, and unwillingness to ept the situation.


    If the huge sum of money was investigated and prosecuted by the military district, she might be sentenced to prison.


    The problem was the money - it would certainly be confiscated!


    As several doctors pressed the elevator button to go downstairs, they heard Wang Gebi let out a heart-wrenching, agonized howl.


    Meanwhile in the elevator, Chen Men and Yan Zhao had been quite happy earlier.


    But as they say, blessings lie where cmity crouches and cmity lurks where blessings lie. When they reached the elevator exit, Minister Cui suddenly said: "Old Yan, let''s have a meeting to discuss this today. Although the Military Commission has issued a document telling us to appropriately open up military assets for contracting, I think we should forget about it. To avoid trouble, let''s not contract out military assets externally in the future. What do you think?"


    Yan Peiheng nodded in agreement: "Alright."


    From the marijuana-smoking Feng Yu to the massive corruption of Wang Gebi, the leaders had been frightened.


    They were inside high walls,pletely ignorant of the external economic society, in the dark about everything.


    Contracting out military factories was intended to solve the military district''s financial difficulties, but if it led to major cases like Wang Gebi''s, not only would they not be able to retire peacefully, they might tarnish their reputations in theirter years.


    For this reason, Minister Cui decided that the factories under the General Military District''s jurisdiction should simply be locked up and not contracted out externally.


    Suddenly, Chen Men''s impulsive husband turned around, looking at her with a shocked, incredulous expression.


    Chen Men responded with an equally shocked smile.


    Yan Zhao had wanted Chen Men to contract the military factory in order to hire those demobilized soldiers who were now running around in the city without work, to give them jobs.


    But now he had made a mess of things himself. One thing had led to another - the leaders, once bitten twice shy, directly announced that from now on Factory 271 would not be contracted out externally.


    After exiting the elevator, a group of leaders went to have a meeting.


    Chen Men''s family was going to the hospital.


    On the bus, Yan Zhao let out a deep sigh. Although not loud, it was clear he was very unhappy.


    Of course, with so many military supply factories across the country, if they all locked their doors from now on, it would be a heavy blow to the economy, not to mention profits. The military factories all had well-equippedrge-scale production lines that had to be imported from abroad at great expense. Those private bosses outside were begging on their knees, drinking themselves to alcoholic liver disease, pleading with Taiwanese and Hong Kong investors for precisely these kinds of production lines.


    But this had nothing to do with Chen Men.


    The money wasn''t hers, and the benefits generated by the military factories didn''t have much to do with her either.


    Moreover, from a capitalist''s standpoint, demobilized soldiers were not necessarily better employees than ordinary people.


    Because when they were in the army, their wives had mostly quit their jobs to take care of the family. Although now due to the one-child policy each family only had one child, men whose wives were unemployed had much higher sry requirements than women or those whose wives had jobs.


    At present, there were no preferential policies for hiring retired soldiers domestically.


    If Chen Men really took over Factory 271, she would have to consider efficiency first.


    Wages were a major expense - why pay 280 yuan to hire a demobilized soldier when you could hire an ordinary person for 200 yuan?


    Under the cruel market economy, only by franticallypressing costs could one obtain profits.


    This was also why demobilized soldiers who couldn''t be ced in jobs could only make a living on their own these days.


    So even if Chen Men took over Factory 271, she wouldn''t want to hire demobilized soldiers.


    Now that the factory couldn''t be taken over, the equipment would be left to gather dust. Chen Men couldn''t help but feel schadenfreude. This was the trouble caused by Wang Gebi - because of her, arge batch of production equipment would be covered in dust, and it might even affect the country''s economic growth rate. That woman was really something.


    On the way to the hospital, small carts hauling honeb briquettes shared the road with Crown and Xiali three-wheelers. The newsstand also sold hot sweet potatoes. The red spaghetti strap-wearing women on magazine covers contrasted with the newsstand owner''s military cap covering a face full of chilins. On the capital''s streets in this era, the traditional and modern intermingled in a strangely harmonious way.


    Along the way were billboards with red characters proiming "Sessful Asian Games, All Hope for the Olympics".


    When they arrived at the hospital, coincidentally there was a subway station right in front. And the subway entrance happened to be where porn sellers gathered.


    They had talked about this yesterday and said they wouldn''t mention it again, but as soon as Little Wang saw it, he got excited: "Mom, look! Porn! My favorite!"


    His voice was loud. Not only did it startle Yan Zhao into turning around, but the hospital was a crowded ce, especially busy on Mondays, like visiting a temple fair. Immediately people stopped and said things like: "Does this kid have no home training?"


    "How old is this child? His parents must watch a lot of porn at home," someone else said.


    "His dad must be a policeman, look at the green pants," another person said.


    Yan Zhao and his wife had sessfully gained notoriety at the hospital entrance thanks to their unruly child, even beingbeled as porn lovers.


    Yan Zhao had already been kneed by Chen Men this morning, and was angry about the Wang Gebi situation. Now his son had embarrassed them in front of strangers with one sentence. He instinctively reached out to grab the back of Little Wang''s cor.


    This p would probably be unforgettable for Little Wang for the rest of his life.


    Chen Men could coldly observe major events, but she couldn''t stand by and watch her child be hit without intervening. She quickly said: "You take Little Lang to get his blood drawn. Leave Little Wang here, I''ll deal with him."


    She handed all the medical records to Yan Zhao.


    "I have to discipline him. You can''t talk to him about that kind of thing," Yan Zhao said.


    Chen Men turned and pushed Yan Zhao: "I won''t talk about sex or porn, but trust me, I''ll definitely make sure he never asks about that kind of thing again, okay?"


    With that, she took Little Wang''s hand and walked towards the exit of the hospital.


    Yan Zhao watched Chen Men''s back for a long time before finally taking the two little ones in to queue.


    Little Wang, holding his mother''s hand, still looked confused: "Mom, did I say something wrong again just now?"


    Chen Men thought to herself that Yan Zhao detested evil, while Little Wang was selling porn. In his previous life, Little Wang had probably been beaten by his father many times for this. And how embarrassing would it be for a deputy police chief''s son to end up in juvenile detention for selling porn?


    But it wasn''t easy to talk about sex and porn with a 9-year-old child, and it certainly couldn''t be discussed directly.


    Porn wasn''t such a big deal. Who in this world wouldn''t be curious about sex after bing an adult, or watch some porn?


    Little Wang was about to enter puberty. The hormones in the child''s body would increase more and more. At this time, the more you try to prevent him from exploring porn, the more curious he''ll be about it, stimting him to explore.


    Once he discovers what it is, it could lead to sexual precocity and affect his studies as a result.


    So the key was to make him lose curiosity about it from now on.


    The subway entrance was bustling with people. If you looked carefully for a while, you could spot those selling pornographic videos. There were at least seven or eight of them, and Chen Men examined each one closely.


    After watching for a long time, she noticed a particrly handsome man with a great physique - tall and slim, with an extremely attractive face. He seemed to have an air of righteousness about him. Looking him up and down, Chen Men noticed he was wearing well-polished military-issue leather shoes. Because of his good looks and the sense that he seemed trustworthy, she decided to take a chance. She took Little Wang''s hand and approached him, saying, "Comrade, I have a question for you."


    This man was indeed selling pornographic videos, with tapes hidden inside his coat. He pulled his open buttons closer together and said, "Sister, you''ve got a child with you. You shouldn''t be talking to someone like me."


    Usually only men bought porn, so he found it strange that a woman with a little girl would approach him.


    Chen Men patted Little Wang''s head and said matter-of-factly, "This child of mine likes to make money and doesn''t want to study. She heard that selling porn videos is profitable and wants to try it. Since you''re in this business, do you have any advice for her? Maybe share some business tips?"


    Little Wang nodded repeatedly, "Yes, that''s right!" The child genuinely felt that her mother was better - she would talk things through properly, unlike her father who would hit first and ask questionster.


    The man suddenly understood - this was an unruly child, and the sister hade to him to teach the kid a lesson.


    He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag and blew out a smoke ring. Then he suddenly opened his coat, revealing an August 1st badge pinned to his sweater underneath.


    With the cigarette dangling from his mouth, the man bent down and helped Little Wang sit on the railing. Pointing at the child''s nose, he said, "Little student, do you know what Uncle used to do? I was in the Yunnan Border Defense Army, an artillery gunner. I''ve been to war. But I was transferred to civilian work. The country''s economy isn''t good, and they couldn''t arrange a job for me. I can''t be a burden on the country, so I have to make a living on my own to follow the policy. But I don''t know how to do business. When I was transferred, all my resettlement money was scammed away. My mother became seriously ill, so I had to do this to make money quickly. Selling porn - do you know what kind of business that is? It''s hical and shameful. It''s absolutely not something you can let your parents, family, orrades know about. Do you really want to do this?"


    Little Wang listened to this long speech from the uncle, saw his red eyes, and suddenly realized that even though she didn''t know exactly what porn was, it must be something really bad.


    The child was stunned, "I thought it made a lot of money."


    "It does make a lot, but it''s dirty money. Once my mother gets better, I''ll never do this again!" Halfway through speaking, the man suddenly pped himself twice on the face, shedding two tears in front of Little Wang.


    Seeing a grown man p himself on the street had a huge impact on the child.


    Even Chen Men felt sympathy for him.


    It was pitiful - these soldiers who were transferred to civilian work in the 1990s had truly shed blood and sweat on the battlefield, only to have to shed tears to support their families after returning.


    The man was fullymitted to his act. Just then, a police officer was seen approaching from a distance. He suddenly handed Little Wang back to Chen Men and turned to run, shouting, "Run! The cops areing to arrest us!"


    The group of porn sellers immediately scattered and disappeared in the blink of an eye.


    There was no need for Chen Men to say anything more.


    Little Wang stood there dumbfounded, then suddenly burst into tears, "Mom, I''ll never talk about selling that stuff again!"


    That transferred soldier brother was too impressive. His act had a profound effect - Little Wang didn''t even dare to mention the word "porn" again.


    But she felt sorry for that veteran soldier. If his parents and rtives found out he was selling porn, it would be so shameful.


    "Let''s not talk about it anymore. We''ll never mention it again," Chen Men suggested. "Come on, let''s go to the hospital."


    Little Wang was still looking back, "Mom, that uncle is so pitiful."


    When they entered the hospital, Yan Zhao and Little Lang had already had their blood drawn and received their test results. They were queuing for the examination.


    Yan Zhao had also found time to buy some special cancer medications only avable in the capital for Sun Nutao.


    He had registered at the capital''s pediatric department, said to have the most authoritative experts specializing in difficult andplicated cases.


    Chen Men had carefully preserved a thick stack of medical records, from two years ago until now, documenting every change in Little Lang''s health. Each paper could serve as evidence.


    The doctor looked through them one by one. Under the eager gaze of the whole family, he first gave Chen Men a thumbs up: "You deserve praise, madam. Ordinary parents love their children, but few can be as meticulous about their child''s physical changes as you. This child''s telet count used to be very low, and he could have developed leukemia if not carefully monitored. But look how healthy he is now."


    Chen Men let out a big sigh of relief, but also held her breath as she asked, "So how is he now?"


    "I think he''s very good, very healthy," the doctor surprisingly said.


    Chen Men then told the doctor about how the child had been bumping and falling a lot recently, and asked if there might be some illness they hadn''t discovered.


    After listening, the doctor shook his head, "That''s unlikely. I see these bruises heal very quickly. I''m more inclined to think this child has been beaten. You should investigate whether he''s been hit by someone at kindergarten."


    Before Yan Zhao could say anything, Chen Men nearly fainted from anger.


    Sure enough, Little Lang had been bullied by a school bully.


    This child was really too foolish. She had asked him many times, but he refused to say anything no matter what.


    How could this child be like this, willing to be beaten without telling his parents?


    On the bus ride home, although Chen Men had a weight lifted from her heart, she was still very angry. She had always taught the children to fight back if someone hit them, not to be afraid, and that even if they got their heads cracked open, she would pay for the medical expenses.


    The children shouldn''t be bullies themselves, but they also shouldn''t let others beat them. Little Lang had a sturdy build, so why was his personality so soft?


    Yan Zhao was more calm. Hearing that his son had been beaten, he reflected and thought that Little Wang had a solid foundation and strong fists. He nned to start teaching his son some boxing techniques from now on.


    Increasing his agility would allow him to fight back when others hit him in the future.


    But Chen Men was still angry, very angry.


    It wasn''t that she hadn''t asked. Almost every time he was hit, she would try every way to ask if someone had beaten him. She had even gone to the kindergarten to look at each child one by one, trying to figure out which one might be hitting Little Lang. She had even secretly watched from outside during ss time asionally.


    She hadn''t discovered anything herself, and the child wouldn''t tell her. All that fuss had been for nothing.


    Little Lang sat in Chen Men''s arms, sensing her unhappiness. He looked up and asked, "Mom, are you really angry?"


    Little Wang, sitting in front, suddenly turned around and said insightfully, "Mom isn''t angry, she''s hurting. Don''t you know the old saying ''A hit to the son''s body is a pain in the mother''s heart''?"


    Little Lang''s mouth opened slightly. He touched Chen Men''s hand and surprisingly asked, "Little Lang gets hit, Mom hurts, because Little Lang came from Mom''s tummy, right?"


    It wasn''t the right time to correct the child in this situation. Chen Men was still silently fuming and didn''t feel like saying much, so she just gave a vague "Mm-hmm."


    Little Lang seemed to make up his mind and raised his hand, "I''m sorry, Mom. I was hit by someone, but Wang Yuhan said I couldn''t tell you or you would send me away, and my sister wouldn''t love me anymore."


    Wang Yuhan was a very cute little girl in Little Lang''s ss. Chen Men quite liked her, but she never imagined that little girl would bully Little Lang.


    "You were born from Mom, so when others hit you, Mom feels the pain. How could Mom possibly not want you?" Chen Men stroked her belly and continued, "If Mom sent you away and you were hungry out there, Mom would feel hungry too. Now tell me, how did Wang Yuhan hit you?"


    Little Lang finally exined, "It was Wang Yuhan''s cousin. He''s in primary school. When hees to pick up Wang Yuhan, he always likes to push me from behind and hit me secretly. But don''t worry, Mom. I''ll grow up soon and be able to beat him then."


    To think it was a primary school student - that was a big kid.


    Wang Yuhan''s cousin hit Little Lang, and to keep the parents from finding out, Wang Yuhan threatened Little Lang, saying if he dared tell his mom, his mom would abandon him.


    Little Lang was a tough kid who could endure pain, and he had a kind nature.


    For him, he could bear the pain, but he was afraid of being abandoned by his mom.


    This must have been the reason he never dared to tell the truth all this time.


    Don''t underestimate children; the current social environment has influenced an entire generation.


    Many people have gone into business or be self-employed, working from dawn to dusk and neglecting their children. Add to that excessive pocket money and the prevalence of hooligans in society, and many spoiled rich kids from this era grew up this way.


    In her previous life, Zhou Qiaofang once mentioned an incident about a rich kid in the city who, at just 15 years old, took his father''s sports car for a joyride while drunk. He knocked down five trees and killed a mother and daughter. Being a minor, he feared being sent to juvenile detention. The family approached Zhou Xueqin to pull strings, offering 50,000 yuan and a designer bag to have Yan Zhao settle the matter.


    This happened around 1997, when 50,000 yuan was still a huge sum.


    Yan Zhao didn''t ept it, and because of this incident, he firmly decided to divorce Zhou Xueqin.


    Of course, this wouldn''t do. After Chen Men returned, she would have to be a "tiger parent," confront Wang Yuhan and her cousin, and track down their parents to see what kind of irresponsible adults could raise children who not only beat others from a young age, but also use such vicious methods and threaten other kids.


    For this reason, Chen Men prepared to y the role of a strict parent.


    It was almost noon, and Little Lang''s forehead injury had mostly healed.


    Being healthy and uninjured was the best thing of all.


    Since it was the children''s first time in the capital, they had to be taken to Tiananmen Square for a visit and to take photos.


    They also wanted to eat at KFC, and Chen Men had enough pocket money, but for Yan Zhao, frugality was always the way. So for lunch, they just had noodles with soybean paste outside.


    In the afternoon, they went to the mall for a while. Since Yuanyuan already had a down jacket bought by Yan Xishan, they didn''t buy any more clothes, just new cotton coats for Little Lang and Little Wang.


    Little Wang, being vain, put his on right away.


    Little Lang didn''t care much about appearances, and he ran hot, so he didn''t like wearing overly warm cotton coats.


    Chen Men tried to persuade him the whole way, but seeing the child wouldn''t wear it, she had to let it go.


    She guessed Yan Zhao probably wanted to buy her a piece of clothing too. He stood in front of an advertisement for a women''s leather jacket for a long time, went into the store to inquire, then came out again.


    That women''s leather jacket cost 1700 yuan.


    The wealth gap brought by economic development was just like that. Even if Yan Zhao didn''t eat or drink for three months, he still couldn''t afford that leather jacket.


    After walking around for a long time, the children were parched.


    Of course, they could sense that their mother wanted to treat them to a good meal, but their father wouldn''t allow it.


    So they probably harbored some resentment towards their father.


    Fortunately, Yan Zhao performed exceptionally today. After leaving the mall, he actually bought each of the three children a bag of puffed snacks and a bottle of Wahaha from a small shop.


    Wahaha paired with puffed snacks, a sip of milk followed by a bite of puffed food. The public bus to the First-ss Family Compound was not crowded, everyone had a seat, eating and drinking all the way - it was simply perfect.


    But all three children wanted to squeeze onto one seat with Chen Men, leaving her gasping for air, while the seat next to Yan Zhao remained empty, with no one daring to sit there.


    Halfway through the journey, an interesting incident urred.


    A girl of about seventeen or eighteen got on the bus first, followed closely by someone else. When Little Wang saw that person, he immediately tugged at Chen Men: "Mom, look quick, that uncle."


    It was actually the young man selling porn videos they had encountered in the morning?


    Little Wang stood up, making faces and waving his hands, signaling the young man to quickly get off the bus and run.


    Because his father was a police officer, Little Wang was afraid his dad would arrest the young man.


    But the young man had seen too many people in a day and had already forgotten Chen Men and Little Wang. From the moment he got on the bus, he kept following that girl, repeatedly saying sorry.


    The girl kept rolling her eyes and walked to the seat in front of Yan Zhao. Seeing him wearing army green pants, she probably concluded he was a police officer, so she sat down next to Yan Zhao.


    It looked like they were a young couple having a quarrel.


    The young man sat in the row in front of Yan Zhao, turned around, and just as he opened his mouth to say sorry, the girl immediately grabbed Yan Zhao''s sleeve: "Police uncle, he sells porn videos, and he even tried to molest me. Quick, arrest him."


    The young man probably didn''t expect the girl to say this, and immediately raised both hands, saying, "Jingjing, I said I''m sorry, but I have my reasons. Will you listen to my exnation?"


    "Police uncle, he''s just a nasty pervert. He even tried to grope my butt just now. Uncle, hurry and arrest him," the girl said, tugging at Yan Zhao and pointing at the young man.


    Yan Zhao shook off the girl''s grip on his hand and, on the moving bus, reached out to grab the young man.


    The young man had also been in the military and was well-trained. Seeing that the girl was seriously turning against him and fearing Yan Zhao would arrest him, he suddenly leaped towards the open window amidst the gasps of the other passengers and jumped out.


    Yan Zhao''s grasp missed, and he shouted to the driver: "Driver, stop the bus! Someone jumped out the window!"


    Not only were the other passengers on the bus unsurprised, but the bus driver also seemed ustomed to such situations: "Comrade, I need to arrive at the stop on time. These hoodlums and ruffians are always like this. Don''t worry, look, he''s fine."


    Chen Men and the children all turned to look back, and saw the young man bending over on the busy road, picking up the videotapes he had dropped.


    Yan Zhao was by the window, leaning out to watch the young man. The young man picked up the tapes and was still chasing after the bus. The girl, still holding onto one of Yan Zhao''s hands, continued to curse: "He used to be a soldier, but as soon as he was discharged, he turned into a hooligan, selling porn videos. Shameless!"


    A dozing olddy chimed in: "A veteran selling porn? Why doesn''t he just dig up his ancestors'' graves? How hical, has he no shame?"


    The girl squeezed closer to Yan Zhao, her face full of disgust and contempt: "Exactly!"


    The driver also turned his head and spat: "Not only do they bring shame to their parents, but these discharged soldiers are also disgracing the entire country."


    "Mom, I thought that uncle was a good person. Why is he doing bad things?" Little Wang was still looking out the window, his face full of bewilderment.


    Yan Zhao shook off the girl, turned around, and forcefully picked up Yuanyuan to ce her there, then sat down next to Chen Men and asked, "Do you know that young man from earlier?"


    Chen Men nodded.


    Yan Zhao licked his lips, pressing them into a thin line, his face so dark it could wring water.


    But even with his "Living Yama" personality, even if he could perform his police work impably, he was helpless against the current state of society.


    This was the situation for veterans now - shamefully selling porn videos, carrying pole baskets to sell spice mixes. Because the military had one type of educational mindset, but once out in theplex society, almost every one of them paid their transition money as tuition to the university of life.


    The leaders in the militarypounds could ensure a smooth retirement just by locking up military assets, preserving their lifelong reputation.


    But who cared about those veterans out there?


    So at this moment, Chen Men suddenly felt ambitious, wanting to take over Factory 271.


    If all the military assets across the country were locked up, many job positions would disappear. Businessmen bringing in investments from capitalist countries would see their profits greatly diverted.


    Perhaps employing veterans would lower profits, but ways to increase profits could be explored in other areas.


    Closing military factories would also make the national economy flourish.


    But those veterans would never have a chance to rise up.


    Like Little Wang, she was shocked by that pitiful veteran, her heart aching secretly!


    The bus stopped at the gate of the First-ss Family Compound. The young girl got off with lively steps, greeted the security office at the entrance, entered thepound, and then stepped into the elevator with a light bounce.


    Clearly, she also lived in thispound, and in this very building.


    It was a coincidence, perhaps heaven was helping Chen Men to take over Factory 271.


    She turned to Yan Zhao and said, "Third Brother,e grocery shopping with me. Let''s invite the uncles upstairs for dinner tonight?"


    Yan Zhao had one good quality - no matter what Chen Men wanted to do, even if he had doubts, he would execute first.


    So he decisively said, "Alright."


    Thus, after sending the children to the doorstep, the couple went back downstairs to buy groceries.


    The children thought their grandfather wasn''t home - when the cat''s away, the mice will y. As soon as they entered, Little Lang turned on the TV with a loud click.


    It was 6:30 PM, cartoon time. Recently, they were showing an American cartoon, "He-Man and the Masters of the Universe."


    They had previously shown another one, "She-Ra: Princess of Power."


    The children had assigned roles: Yuanyuan was She-Ra, Little Wang was He-Man, and Little Lang was the adorable Orko.


    After walking around all day, they were truly hungry. The Wahaha drinks and Bubblestar snacks from earlier hadn''t filled their stomachs. Yuanyuan remembered that Mom had bought fruit yesterday and left it in the kitchen. So she raised one hand and dashed towards the kitchen, shouting as she ran: "Grant me the power! I am She-Ra!"


    As soon as she burst into the kitchen, she saw her fierce-looking grandfather standing at the chopping board, ring at her with stern eyes.


    Yuanyuan was so startled that she trembled, her scalp tingling as she slowly backed out step by step.

 Chapter 94

    Yan Peiheng has been particrly troubled these past few days.


    Wang Gebi''s ount needs to be calcted starting from a towel, a bar of soap, and a light bulb. That''s dozens of tons ofbor protection supplies, which need to be itemized and priced over twenty years.


    Today, the ounting department spent an entire day calcting just 10 years'' worth, and the profit difference has already reached a staggering 300,000 yuan.


    Since Yan Peiheng is not responsible for logistics, this matter technically has nothing to do with him from a policy standpoint.


    But from a moral and ethical perspective, he would be the first person in the entire institute that everyone wouldugh at.


    The old man cares most about his reputation, and how could he be happy beingughed at by a group of female colleagues?


    Moreover, Commander Tao is certainly going to retire, and Yan Peiheng has reached the age where he should theoretically move up a step, but because of Wang Gebi, and because the women in the institute suspect he has some substantial rtionship with Wang Gebi, even though the militarymission leadership has talked to him about promoting him, following convention, he refused.


    Once, in the early days of liberation, looting and robbery of 20,000 yuan was punishable by death. Now that limit has been rxed, but anything over 500,000 yuan would definitely still carry the death penalty, so Minister Wu will certainly face execution.


    But Wang Gebi, who has deceived them all for twenty years, will likely only have her assets confiscated and won''t face legal punishment. For someone like Yan Peiheng, who can''t tolerate even a speck of sand in his eye, he feels particrly angry inside.


    But no matter how angry he is, it''s of no use. Commander Tao even advised him not to take too hard a stance, saying he was afraid that if they pushed Wang Gebi too hard, she might throw dirt on him. After all, they were inws, and if Wang Gebi were to make wild usations, iming she had an affair with Yan Peiheng or some improper rtionship, he would have to retire immediately!


    Yan Peiheng''s bad mood was due to these matters, but it frightened his little granddaughter who was visiting the capital for the first time.


    The little girl retreated step by step. Yan Peiheng took a deep breath and tried to force a smile, but he was already tall, and wearing a military uniform. When Yuanyuan looked up, all she saw was her grandfather opening his big mouth, like a giant monster about to eat someone.


    Holding her breath, the little girl turned and ran, tears streaming as she fled.


    Little Wang, upon seeing his grandfather, also quickly switched off the television with a snap.


    In the face of their grandfather''s smile, the three children were like lively rabbits, scrambling to dash into the bedroom.


    But just then, grandfather''s heavy footsteps sounded again. Was he actually chasing after them?


    Rushing ahead of each other, the three children hid in the bathroom.


    "When is mommying back?" Yuanyuan asked, crying.


    Little Wang, guarding the door, suddenly heard grandfather grunt. He shrank back in fright but mustered up the courage to say, "Soon, soon."


    The capital was so scary. Demobilized soldiers were selling adult films, and their grandfather might eat people. They really wanted to go home.


    Chen Men was nning to make "oil-sshed" noodles, so she bought some high-gluten flour of the Tianshan brand.


    Butterfish is at its best in winter. It can be fried to make a cold dish. Add a slice of pork belly to render the fat, and the meat-vored oil-sshed noodles would be even more fragrant. She also needed a small piece of cooked beef shank, braised pig ears, and half a spicy-numbing chicken. Along with various fruits, two vegetable baskets were filled to the brim.


    On the way, Chen Men instructed Yan Zhao to ask Yan Wei about the parents of the little girl they had seen on the bus earlier. She wanted him to invite the girl''s father toe have dinner at their home, and also to invite all the leaders from upstairs.


    Today, she was going to put all her effort into wrestling 271 from the hands of those leaders.


    Yan Zhao nned to go up to the 20th floor to invite the twomanders first, and then find the little girl''s parents, but he was doubtful about one thing: "Can you really persuade a group of leaders to hand over 271?"


    Chen Men took the vegetable baskets and said decisively, "I really can. You go quickly."


    Once a fierce "King Yan of the Living," this time Yan Zhao had be clueless.


    Because of Wang Gebi, the entire military region was in a state of rm, and the leaders had unanimously decided not to outsource military factories.


    Under these circumstances, it was impossible for Chen Men to get 271.


    However, by this time Chen Men had already entered the house. Yan Zhao let go, and the elevator went up.


    He first went to Commander Tao''s home.


    Inside, his wife was arguing with Commander Tao.


    Because of Wang Gebi, not only had Commander Tao lost face, but he also had to immediately step down to a secondary position and be transferred to a nominal department.


    If he had really slept with her or visited prostitutes, his wife wouldn''t have been so angry. The problem was that he hadn''t even touched a hair on her head, which made his wife furious. So tonight, to argue, she had even sent away the housekeeper. With no one to cook at home, Commander Tao readily agreed toe for dinner to avoid the scolding.


    Next door to Commander Tao''s home was Commander Liu''s.


    If Commander Tao stepped down, Commander Liu would be the top leader.


    As soon as the door opened, Yan Zhao frowned, because the one who opened the door was actually the little girl he had met on the bus earlier.


    This little girl''s name was Liu Jingjing, and she was indeed Commander Liu''s daughter. She folded her arms and smiled, saying, "What a coincidence, uncle. We meet again."


    Just then, Commander Liu came over. He recognized Yan Zhao and immediately scolded his daughter, saying, "Don''t be disrespectful. He''s Yan Wei''s younger brother. You should call him Third Brother."


    Liu Jingjing found this quite interesting. Yan Wei had fair skin, a gentle personality, and handsome looks. He was a very likable big brother. How could his younger brother look like this? Not only did he look fierce, but his skin was also really dark.


    He had a rigid face and was cold and stern.


    After confirming that Commander Liu woulde down for dinner, Yan Zhao turned to leave. Liu Jingjing followed him into the elevator, smiling and saying, "Uncle, are you sure you''re Yan Wei''s younger brother? Howe you look so much older than him?"


    Yan Zhao ignored the little girl and went downstairs to knock on Minister Cui''s door. The little girl spoke again, "You''re inviting my dad and me to dinner, who''s cooking? Is it your wife? I saw her on the bus earlier. You have a very beautiful wife."


    Yan Zhao''s brow softened slightly: "I''m cooking."


    Liu Jingjing was very surprised: "You''re a man, and you can cook?"


    Yan Zhao didn''t answer. Just then, Auntie Cui opened the door, and he went into her home.


    Originally, Liu Jingjing wasn''t interested in having dinner with a bunch of old men, but when she heard that Yan Zhao, a grown man, was going to cook, she went upstairs to call her father. She nned to go and see how that dark-faced uncle would cook.


    Meanwhile, on Chen Men''s side, the house was quiet, unnaturally quiet for a home with children.


    "Dad, did the kids go out to y?" Chen Men asked Yan Peiheng.


    "They''re in your bedroom," Yan Peiheng said.


    Chen Men had found aic book vendor in the market today and bought a set of "Doraemon," thinking Little Lang would like it. She took the big stack and pushed open the bedroom door. Yuanyuan''s head peeped out from the bathroom door, her eyes blinking: "Mommy, you''re finally back."


    "Why are you hiding in the bathroom? Come out and y," Chen Men said.


    The children didn''t want to stay in, they were just afraid toe out.


    However, Yuanyuan and Little Wang turned out to be even more excited about theics than Little Lang. Little Wang held theics, his eyes shining: "Wow, Mom, ''Doraemon''! Thank you for buying this for us."


    The two older children snatched them up quickly, each taking severalrge volumes. Little Lang, who loved readingics the most, only managed to grab one.


    Just then, Yan Peiheng passed by the bedroom door with his hands behind his back.


    "Doraemon" is a Japaneseic, and there was Japanese text on the cover.


    Although Yan Peiheng tried hard to appear gentle, he couldn''t help but say, "Men, how could you buy this kind of thing for the children? A Japanese book?"


    The children didn''t dare to breathe. They hadn''t expected that even reading aic book would make their grandfather angry. They held the books and looked at Chen Men.


    Chen Men smiled and said, "Our TV is a Toshiba, which is also made in Japan. Haven''t you been watching it all along?"


    Yan Peiheng''s TV was issued by his work unit; he had no idea what brand it was.


    He only knew that this TV had clear colors, good signal, and no pictureg.


    Cursing the Japanese while scrambling for Japanese goods was precisely the norm in Hua Country during this era.


    Chen Men''s retort left the old man speechless, and she couldn''t help butugh herself.


    It wasn''t that Yan Peiheng didn''t want to show affection to his grandchildren; it was that he simply couldn''t catch them. He looked past Chen Men, wanting to smile at the children, but as soon as he smiled, the children exchanged nces, and in a sh, they lowered their heads and all went back to reading theics.


    Chen Men was about to go to the kitchen to prepare the vegetables, but she had to inform the old man first: "Dad, Yan Zhao and I have invited a few uncles from upstairs to have dinner at our ce tonight. Does anyone have any dietary restrictions?"


    Yan Zhao''s son wanted to treat his uncles to a meal, which showed he was sensible and well-behaved. As a father, who wouldn''t be proud of such a son? Yan Peiheng was especially pleased and said cheerfully, "They don''t have any dietary restrictions. Let Yan Wei help you, and I''ll go find a couple bottles of wine."


    At that moment, Yan Zhao entered.


    Seeing Yan Wei in the kitchen, he said, "Yan Ha has been cooped up at home, right? Second brother, why don''t you take the kid out for a bit?"


    Yan Wei was stunned for a moment, then looked up and said, "Are you sure?"


    This was the reason why the brothers always had poormunication. Yan Wei had always thought Yan Zhao disliked the family next door, so for the sake of brotherly harmony, he had been holding back from visiting Yan Ha.


    But Yan Ha was the child he had raised since he was five, carrying him on his shoulders and holding him in his arms. The child had been stuck at home for the past two days, listening to Mi Xue crying next door, with his grandmother and aunt both arrested. The fear he must be experiencing was unimaginable. Yan Wei was worried sick but afraid of upsetting Yan Zhao, so he didn''t dare to visit.


    Hearing Yan Zhao actually suggest he go see little Yan Ha, he picked out some fruits from the basket. As they passed each other, he said with determination, "Third brother, sleep in my room tonight. Let''s have a good talk, brother to brother."


    There had always been ack of trust andmunication between the brothers.


    But now, they were starting to try andmunicate slowly.


    Yan Zhao had just finished kneading the dough when Minister Cui arrived early.


    Entering and seeing Yan Zhao cooking, he eximed, "Oh my! Peiheng has done well in raising his sons. Yan Wei has been doing all sorts of housework since he was little. I thought the third son wouldn''t do housework, but I didn''t expect he could even cook."


    If Yan Peiheng had a tail, it would have been wagging with pride: "He does it even better than Yan Wei."


    The old man suddenly remembered something and went into the kitchen: "Third son, your Uncle Cui likes fried peanuts. Make some."


    Peanuts go well with alcohol, making the drinking more enjoyable.


    Chen Men was already rummaging through the cupboards for peanuts, but Yan Zhao frowned,pletely ignoring his father''s request.


    Minister Cui was right there, and Yan Peiheng felt extremely awkward, as if his son had just embarrassed him in front of a colleague.


    Chen Men found the peanuts and started soaking them in water. She said to Yan Zhao, "If I really manage to convince the old leaders to contract out the military factory today, I have a request for you. Will you try to speak nicely to your father from now on?"


    Speaking nicely to his father was Yan Zhao''s sore spot. He knew he couldn''t do it.


    It was meant as a joke, but Yan Zhao truly didn''t believe Chen Men could convince a group of old leaders. So he simply said frankly, "You aplish that first, then we''ll talk."


    When he got angry, his ears would turn red. It was strange - his skin was dark, but his ears would turn pink.


    "I''m sure I can do it, but you must also speak nicely in the future. At least don''t embarrass your father in front of elders," Chen Men argued with her husband.


    Yan Zhao mmed the dough onto the cutting board. The bowl, the dough, and the board were all spotless - this man''s kneading skills were truly masterful. He raised an eyebrow, looking at Chen Men as if challenging her.


    In the current situation, he really didn''t believe Chen Men could aplish it.


    In a blink, Commander Tao arrived, along with Commander Liu and Minister Xu.


    Liu Jingjing followed right behind Commander Liu. She peeked into the kitchen and was amazed to see it was indeed the dark-faced uncle from earlier cooking. So she stood at the kitchen door, watching curiously.


    When Chen Men saw the young girl, she had to marvel again at Yan Zhao''s efficiency - it was truly as fast as lightning.


    "Oh, it''s you. Did that little hooligan hurt you today?" Chen Men deliberately asked Liu Jingjing.


    Liu Jingjing was ate child. Her mother was 46 when she became pregnant with her. She was 18 this year and had just started working.


    The young man she met on the bus today was named Xue Mingfang. He was actually her boyfriend. Because the young man was handsome and had been to the battlefield, Liu Jingjing had even pursued him herself.


    Many people in thepound knew about this.


    But that''s how it is with soldiers. When they wear their uniforms and stand in military formation, they look incredibly handsome, and girls truly like them.


    But once they take off the uniform and are discharged, they lose oneyer of their halo. If they then go on to sell pornographic films, forget about halos - they be like smelly dog shit. Liu Jingjing discovered today that Xue Mingfang was selling porn films, and she immediately broke up with him. Because he kept pestering her, she felt disgusted and that''s why she called for help when she met Yan Zhao on the bus, saying Xue Mingfang was harassing her.


    But with the elders present, being suddenly asked about this matter made Liu Jingjing a bit ufortable.


    Commander Liu became furious: "Jingjing, who was harassing you?"


    "No one," Liu Jingjing said awkwardly.


    She winked at Chen Men, indicating that she shouldn''t continue talking about it.


    Chen Men''s main purpose for inviting everyone today was to secure Project 271, so she didn''t want to involve an innocent young girl. She changed the subject: "It''s not just that guy harassing people today, right? Discharged soldiers have be a cancer on society. Killing, arson, robbery - those who just act like hooligans are considered the good ones."


    But as soon as she said this, Yan Peiheng was the first to be furious: "Men, what kind of talk is that? How have discharged soldiers be hooligans? Which discharged soldier has killed,mitted arson, or robbery?"


    Vice Minister Xu, who worked in propaganda, was also angered by Chen Men''s words and said bluntly: "Your name is Chen Men, right? Youngdy, there are global statistics showing that among all countries in the world, Hua Country''s soldiers have the lowest crime rate after leaving the military."


    "What does ''lowest'' mean? It means almost no discharged soldiersmit crimes," Commander Tao, who was already in a bad mood, added with a tone full of gunpowder, further infuriated by Chen Men''s words.


    A group of old men gathered at the kitchen door.


    It was only because of their good manners that they didn''te in to hit someone.


    Yan Zhao was also dumbfounded, staring at Chen Men.


    Because of Chen Men''s one sentence, not only could the invited leaders not eat, they were about to explode.


    The scene had be a powder keg, almost ready to ignite.


    But Chen Men wasn''t afraid at all. She just gave everyone a knowing smile, as if she had to reluctantly agree with them but definitely didn''t concur. That smile represented the perception that ordinary civilians had of soldiers who had to make their own way after being discharged from the military.


    It proved that in the eyes of ordinary people, discharged soldiers were hooligans, robbers, arsonists, and murderers - unstable elements in society.


    This smile infuriated Commander Liu so much that steam could havee out of his head. He turned to ask his daughter: "Jingjing, quick, tell us, was the person who bullied you today a discharged soldier? He wasn''t, right?"


    The old men all turned to look at Liu Jingjing together.


    Having served in the military for decades, they rarely ventured into society and didn''t understand the actual situation out there.


    At this moment, what they wanted to defend was the honor and face of Hua Country''s soldiers.


    They absolutely didn''t believe that the soldiers they had trained would go on to harm society and be criminals after being discharged.


    Liu Jingjing was extremely ufortable, so ufortable that she lost interest in watching the dark-faced uncle make noodles.


    She stamped her foot, and had to cover her mouth and whisper to her father: "Dad, it''s Xue Mingfang. He''s actually selling porn films now. He told me it''s because his mother is sick, and he had no choice but to do it to make money quickly."


    Commander Liu was shocked and took two steps back: "Really?"


    Then he asked: "What about his discharge bonus?"


    "Who knows? He said he was scammed out of it as soon as he left. Is he an idiot? How could he be scammed so easily?" Liu Jingjing became more angry as she spoke.


    But Commander Liu took two more steps back.


    He couldn''t believe it at all.


    His daughter''s boyfriend, whom he once thought was a good candidate for a son-inw, had been scammed out of all his money after being discharged and was now doing such a shameful thing as selling porn?


    Selling porn wasn''t murder or arson, but it was even more embarrassing for the elders.


    Yan Zhao was kneading dough, Chen Men was preparing cold dishes, and the old men were now whispering among themselves, exchanging information about the current living situations of those discharged soldiers who had been sent out to make their own way - something they had never discovered before.


    Finally, Minister Cui found a chance to justify himself, so he said: "But what can we do? Wang Gebi fooled us for so many years, and isn''t it because we only focused on our specialties and didn''t understand the economic environment outside? We really didn''t expect that soldiers would face such difficulties after being discharged and entering society. Xue Mingfang was a goodd, but now he''s selling... selling..." He couldn''t say the words "porn films," so he sighed and said, "But now we can''t arrange jobs for them. What do you all think we should do?"


    As leaders, they felt ashamed and heartbroken that the young talents they had nurtured like children, who had achieved great feats on the battlefield, were now forced to sell pornography to make a living. It pained these fatherly leaders deeply.


    Chen Men smiled as she watched the group of dejected leaders. After she had her fill, she turned to enter the kitchen, throwing a flirtatious nce at Yan Zhao to signal him to speak, much to his surprise.


    Yan Zhao looked at Chen Men for a long time, shaking his head slightly before saying: "There are so many military industrial factories across the country that produce safety equipment. If we open them up and hire retired soldiers, we can solve the employment problem just the same."


    The old leaders looked at each other, realizing they hade full circle to where they started.


    Initially, the military region had nned to contract out military assets, mainly to solve funding difficulties in an era of rapid economic development but shrinking defense budgets.


    However, Minister Cui had only been hearing one-sided arguments from those who wanted to acquire the factories cheaply under the table.


    "I''ve heard our military products don''t sell well. What if the business isn''t profitable and loses money? Will the soldiers be able to get paid?" he asked.


    This was Chen Men''s cue to chime in: "Even counterfeiters can sell fake soap to Auntie Cui. In a market economy, the capable rise to the top. Whoever has the sales skills - just give them the factory and it''ll work out."


    In today''s society, selling products isn''t about quality, but about ability and marketing techniques.


    In the kitchen, Yan Zhao was still kneading dough, constantly looking back at Chen Men.


    Indeed, she had done it. She had made these old gentlemen willing to consider contracting out the military factories again.


    But how could she manage to get them to give the factory to her?


    Yan Zhao was somewhat cunning - if he weren''t, he''d probably still be just a local policeman.


    But even he couldn''t figure out how Chen Men would convince the old gentlemen to give her the factory.


    Minister Cui was now serious, smiling as he asked Men: "Comrade Men, I hear you do some business in society. In your opinion, what should we pay attention to in the contracting process?"


    Chen Men ced some fried peanuts in front of Minister Cui, set out chopsticks, opened a bottle of liquor and poured him a ss before replying: "With reform and opening up, our country is also feeling its way across the river by touching the stones. We''re learning as we go. I hear from my Yan Zhao that you want to contract out Factory 271 to Feng Yu as a model factory, employing retired soldiers to solve their job difficulties. You''re using Factory 271 as a reform experiment to discover issues in the contracting process, like how to collect contracting fees and maintainrge machinery. I think you''ve already considered everything thoroughly, so there''s no need for me to say anything, right?"


    Minister Cui popped a peanut in his mouth. Actually, none of this was what he had thought of - it was all Chen Men''s own ideas. But since she had already said it, he went along: "Yes, yes, that''s exactly right."


    Feeling their way across the river by touching stones, finding someone to pilot the contracting, gaining experience beforerge-scale outsourcing.


    This way they could follow national policy while avoiding mistakes.


    This was what Minister Cui realized, following Chen Men''s train of thought.


    And because Chen Men had said these things, and he had heard she was in business, he continued: "Old Yan, you''ve always praised your daughter-inw''s business acumen. How about this - why don''t we have your daughter-inw oversee and help us with the contracting of Factory 271?"


    Yan Peiheng felt something was off.


    Why would Minister Cui want Men to contract Factory 271? What was he thinking?


    Oh right, it was because he had been boasting all along that Men was exceptionally good at business.


    But this wouldn''t do. He couldn''t let his daughter-inw contract Factory 271. He had to refuse.


    However, Chen Men didn''t give him the chance. She smiled and said: "Uncle Cui, don''t you also not want Cui Min involved in military business? We''re all just worried about our children. My dad favors me and doesn''t want me to suffer like this. Why don''t you toast him?"


    Not only did Minister Cui immediately raise his ss, but all the old leaders rushed to toast Yan Peiheng.


    After all, it was just the beginning. They were feeling their way across the river by touching stones, and no one knew yet how profitable contracting military assets would be.


    Yan Peiheng had always been known for his impartiality and fairness. This was like pulling him down so that he couldn''t be the only one above it all while everyone else made mistakes.


    Yan Peiheng still felt something was off.


    He even deeply regretted and couldn''t understand why he had gone around boasting about how capable his daughter-inw was.


    Now he realized he had shot himself in the foot.


    Chen Men smiled and turned to enter the kitchen. She checked the pot and asked Yan Zhao in shock: "The water''s all boiled away! What have you been doing?"


    Yan Zhao was even more surprised than his father. The water hadpletely evaporated, and he hadn''t even put the noodles in.


    Chen Men had really done it, and it wasn''t even her negotiating the contract - the military leaders wanted to give her a factory.


    As Yan Zhao refilled the pot with water and stretched the noodles, he said softly: "Thank you."


    The Iron-Faced Yan was thoroughly impressed.


    Chen Men smirked: "No need to thank me. Just know that besides me, no one else would do something this stupid."


    "Getting Factory 271 seems good. Why is it stupid?" Yan Zhao, not versed in economics, asked in confusion.


    Chen Men red at her husband.


    She had to exin it to him.


    A businessperson''s only goal is to make greater profits.


    For Factory 271, contracting it out like Feng Yu nned would mean easy money. But to actually establish proper management systems, ept retired soldiers, and increase contracting fees would benefit the military region and the retired soldiers, while the contractor would earn much less.


    Chen Men was essentially stripping away the ck profits and grey areas of the industry.


    If it weren''t for seeing Xue Mingfang looking so pitiful, forced to sell porn to pay for his mother''s medical treatment, only to be called a hooligan by his girlfriend who broke up with him publicly...


    If it weren''t for seeing Yan Zhao, for the first time ever, trying to pull strings and leverage rtionships for a group of retired soldiers...


    She wouldn''t bother with such a thankless task.


    "Start speaking nicely to dad from tomorrow, okay?" Chen Men added.


    Yan Zhao didn''t understand business, but thanks to Chen Men''s exnations, he was slowly grasping the dark side of society and the various aspects of economic crimes.


    Regarding whether he could speak nicely to Yan Peiheng, the couple had made a bet earlier.


    And now Yan Zhao had lost the bet and should ept the consequences.


    But under Chen Men''s gaze, he actually went back on his word, firmly shaking his head: "I can''t."


    Speaking nicely to Yan Peiheng was something Yan Zhao simply couldn''t do.


    Just like now, with rtives and friends gathered in celebration, grandchildren running around, a scene of filial piety and family joy - Yan Peiheng was the one enjoying it all.


    Even if he felt tremendous guilt and sadness in his heart, even if he constantly proimed his love for his wife, Su Wen could nevere back to life. Moreover, many people in the capital believed that in Yan Peiheng and Su Wen''s rtionship, Su Wen was the one who had an affair and betrayed him. Under these circumstances, how could Yan Zhao remain calm? He knew he shouldn''t give his father the cold shoulder in front of elders, but wasn''t this the consequence of what Yan Peiheng had sown twenty years ago?


    If he weren''t so quick to take offense and hate evil, he wouldn''t be Yan Zhao.

 Chapter 95

    Chen Men understood Yan Zhao''s resentment towards his father.


    But the current situation was that everyone else had a wife, while only Yan Peiheng was single and had a personal rtionship with Wang Gebi.


    Wang Gebi had embezzled too much money. Once the shocking amount was revealed through an audit, it would incite public anger.


    Everyone earned only a few hundred yuan a month, but they heard Wang Gebi had embezzled hundreds of thousands. Moreover, she wasn''t military personnel, so even if prosecuted under militaryw, only Minister Wu could pass judgment. At most, she would have her assets confiscated but wouldn''t face imprisonment.


    When people became angry, they needed a target to criticize, and that target could very well be Yan Peiheng.


    If father and son weren''t united and presenting a united front at this time, with Yan Zhao giving his father the cold shoulder, people might start gossiping: "Look, even his son is rolling his eyes at Yan Peiheng. He must have been up to no good."


    Rumors about misconduct spread particrly fast, and people enjoyed discussing them over tea and meals, adding their own spections.


    Even if Yan Peiheng had a strong reputation, if too many rumors circted, the military would sideline him to a less important position for the sake of appearances.


    So Yan Zhao''s stubbornness was like an invisible weapon against his father.


    How would it benefit him if his father stepped down from his position of real power?


    Feeling both angry and unable to convince this man, Chen Men pinched him.


    Even the muscles on Yan Zhao''s waist were hard. She couldn''t even twist them when she held her breath subconsciously. So Chen Men changed tactics and reached for his armpit to tickle him. Yan Zhao, who was afraid of this, dodged, nearly dropping the noodles he was holding out of the kitchen.


    Suddenly, Liu Jingjing''s voice came from outside the kitchen: "Sis, are you guys still making those noodles? Are we going to eat noodles today or not?"


    Chen Men turned around to see Liu Jingjing standing at the door with her hands on her hips, watching the couple''s yful fight.


    "Why don''t youe in and help us stretch the noodles?" she said.


    Having given birth to a daughter, she inevitably had a fondness for girls and especially enjoyed teasing them.


    Liu Jingjing bit her lip, rolled up her sleeves, and eagerly entered the kitchen.


    But Yan Zhao immediately turned and said, "If that young man is your boyfriend and you don''t want to be with him anymore, just break up properly. Why falsely use him of harassment?"


    Liu Jingjing rolled her eyes without saying a word.


    So Yan Zhao continued, "The reputation of retired soldiers is already not good these days. Your shouting like that will hit them even harder. As a child of military personnel, don''t you understand this principle?"


    Upset by this stern uncle''s unexpected lecture, Liu Jingjing retreated from the kitchen again: "Fine, I won''t eat the food you cook then, okay?"


    Outside, the group of senior leaders were chatting happily. Minister Cui took the opportunity to say, "Jingjing, don''t be angry. I''ll let Xue Mingfang follow your Sister Men to Factory 271 to help run the factory. It''s okay if people make mistakes; what''s important is that they can change for the better. Don''t break up with him, give him a chance to mend his ways, alright?"


    Hearing this, Liu Jingjing felt even more annoyed.


    She had first seen Xue Mingfang''s photo in the newspaper when she was 16 and hadunched a frenzied campaign to actively pursue him. But shortly after she caught him, Xue Mingfang had transferred to civilian life. When he changed into ordinary clothes, Liu Jingjing discovered that without the halo of a war hero, he was just an ordinary young man from rural Henan, with parents who still worked in the fields. She actually didn''t like him much anymore at that point.


    It was just that she had made such a big fuss when pursuing him that it had been difficult to break up, but in her heart, she had long since stopped liking him.


    With everyone trying to persuade her like this, she lost even the desire to eat. Finding an opportunity, she quietly slipped upstairs and went home.


    The matter of taking over the factory was considered settled.


    Yan Peiheng surely had all sorts of worries, but because of Yan Zhao''s stubborn temperament, he couldn''t say anything more.


    While his son and daughter-inw were busy, Yan Peiheng paced to Chen Men''s bedroom door. He saw the three children sitting shoulder to shoulder, back to back, on the bed readingics. The old man tiptoed quietly, watched for a while, and hurriedly retreated before Yuanyuan could look up.


    He didn''t dare disturb them; if startled, they would hide in the bathroom.


    Now, about the most important thing Chen Men and Yan Zhao came to the capital for ¨C Gu Xiao''s return to the country.


    ording to Secretary Mao, both customs and the Singapore conste had been notified. Gu Xiao''s return was just waiting for him to confirm the date and itinerary.


    Since everything was settled, it was time to prepare to go home.


    Chen Men was fired up, gathering her strength to deal with the bully who had picked on Little Lang when they got back.


    Tonight, Yan Peiheng said he had an overnight meeting and didn''te back. After putting the children to bed, she took a shower and was preparing to sleep when she turned around to find Yan Zhao and Yan Wei standing at the front door, peering out.


    But the two kept looking outside without speaking.


    Listening closely, there were people talking outside.


    Chen Men, wearing her pajamas, walked over and saw Liu Jingjing standing at the door with her hands behind her back.


    Seeing Chen Men approach, Yan Zhao moved to close the door: "Come on, let''s go to bed."


    "Second brother, I just heard it from someone else, okay? I''m going upstairs now," Liu Jingjing called out from outside.


    Just as the door closed, Yan Wei turned back and said with a mix of mockery and sarcasm: "Karma. Now everyone outside is spreading rumors that our dad has an affair with Wang Gebi." Turning to Yan Zhao, he added, "Should we go out and exin to some aunties from the leaders'' families?"


    Indeed, rumors about the affair between Wang Gebi and Yan Peiheng had already spread.


    Liu Jingjing hade to give them a heads up.


    At this point, shouldn''t Yan Zhao at least soften a bit? If not exin, at least pick up his dad after work and exin to a few femalerades ¨C that would show some attitude. But he didn''t. Instead, he coldly asked Yan Wei, "When he epted favors from Wang Gebi, didn''t he think there would eventually be a day like this?"


    Yan Zhao''s retort left his brother speechless, and he went into the bedroom first.


    Yan Zhao followed Chen Men into the bedroom. The children were all asleep. He sat on the edge of the bed and just kept sitting there.


    Chen Men guessed he had that intention. After all, when they were in Xiping City, they hadn''t been together for at least half a month. It had been three or four days sinceing to the capital. This man had a strong drive, and if he didn''t release some fire for a while, his temper would be more irritable.


    She reached out and touched his sensitive area, nearly making Yan Zhao jump. Chen Men nced at the bathroom and said in a low voice, "There''s a sink."


    Yan Zhao had definitely been thinking about it but couldn''t find a suitable ce. In Chen Men''s experience, the sink could work for both front and back positions. Indeed, the man just needed her to expand his thinking and broaden his horizons. Without Chen Men having to move herself, Yan Zhao picked her up in one motion and went straight into the bathroom. He closed the door too loudly with a bang, startling Yuanyuan, who called out in her sleep, "Mama."


    Chen Men quickly turned on the faucet: "I''m using the bathroom."


    Under the cover of the water sound, Yan Zhao started to take care of business. Chen Men hadn''t intended to use sex as leverage, and this was Yan Zhao''s family matter, so she didn''t need to worry about it. But when they finally finished, she tried saying, "How about going to pick up your dad after work tomorrow, and then go out to exin to the aunties in thepound?"  As a daughter-inw, it wasn''t appropriate for her to exin her father-inw''s situation, otherwise she would have gone herself.


    Yan Zhao turned off the faucet and spat out, "No need."


    "Didn''t you hear how badly the rumors are spreading outside? If too many rumors spread, your dad might have to retire early. How could that benefit you?" Chen Men asked again.


    Yan Zhao still coldly said, "He won''t." After saying this, he put on his pants and walked out.


    Unyielding and stubborn, this guy wasn''t just the King of Hell, he was truly a stubborn mule. But Chen Men was deeply worried. She felt that this time, Yan Peiheng might not be able to escape the rumors.


    These days, while Yan Wei was handling his transfer to civilian life, he probably truly wanted to divorce Mi Lan. Fearing that Mi Lan wouldn''t agree to a quick divorce after finishing her investigation, he simply filed for divorce through militaryw.


    Yan Zhao left early and returnedte every day, keeping extremely busy.


    Since Chen Men couldn''t leave, she simply took Little Wang, Yuanyuan, and Little Lang to visit director Zhou Yu again.


    This time, she listened carefully and attentively to Zhou Yu''s creative concepts.


    This is where coincidencees into y.


    Yuanyuan and Little Lang were ying in the courtyard. Yuanyuan liked to sing, and bored while waiting for her mother, she started singing. She enjoyed singing pop songs as well as folk songs. Recently, her favorite was Li Guyi''s "Going to Xibei."


    Sitting in the warm winter sun, a little girl hugged her knees and hummed with her eyes closed: "Brother, you''re leaving for the western frontier, little sister I can hardly let you go. Thinking of you leaving for the west, oh little sister, my tears often flow."


    Watching the little girl sitting there humming, Director Zhou Yu suddenly closed his previously talkative mouth.


    "Director Zhou, what''s wrong?" Chen Men was listening with interest and didn''t understand why the director had stopped talking.


    Director Zhou came back to his senses and said with a smile, "I''ve always felt that our TV series was missing something, unable to immerse the audience in the experience. Now I understand - it''s the Xin Tian You, the folk songs of Northern Shaanxi. Back when we were sent down youth, what drove me wild and haunted my dreams were the local children singing Northern Shaanxi folk songs. Your daughter has a good voice. There''s a role in the y of a little girl who loves singing mountain songs from childhood. I think she''d be suitable. Let her audition when the timees."


    Chen Men suddenly remembered that in her previous life, she had watched a drama about educated youth called "Romantic Red", which had once caused a sensation because of its authentic Northern Shaanxi folk songs.


    If "Return to the City" were to add Northern Shaanxi folk songs, wouldn''t it be abination of "Debt of Sin" and "Romantic Red"?


    How could this TV series not be good?


    Chen Men smiled and said, "I''ll have my daughter learn some folk songs when we get home, and work hard to get her in."


    For Yuanyuan, ying a little girl who sang mountain songs from childhood would be typecasting.


    The filming location was also in Xiping City, so it wouldn''t interfere with her studies. Might as well let the child act again.


    Strangely enough, this 200,000 yuan investment was increasingly aligned with Little Wang''s intentions.


    The children finally waited for Chen Men to finish talking with the director. In the cold weather, they were frozen and annoyed, not wanting to return to their fierce grandfather''s house, and were already eager to go back to their own home.


    But if Yan Zhao didn''t leave, Chen Men couldn''t leave.


    So she quietly took the children for another round of KFC.


    After leaving KFC, she bought each child a pack of Bobo stars and a bottle of Wahaha.


    To prevent the children from eating everything too early, she waited until they got home to give it to them.


    Little Lang sat on the windowsill hugging hisic book, taking a sip of milk and a bite of Bobo stars, then ncing at theic. It happened to be quitting time, and the loudspeaker in the courtyard was ying "Only Mom is the Best in the World."


    Little Lang thought with a smile that he really was like a treasure, a child with a mother.


    Chen Men was about to make dinner. After preparing the vegetables, she went out to take out the trash and ran into Auntie Xi from Vice Minister Xu''s family. She decided to help her throw away her trash as well.


    Auntie Xi, who had never greeted Chen Men before, smiled and said, "Yan''s third son looks fierce, but he''s quite nice. He sat and chatted with me for half the afternoon today, speaking very gently, and even helped clean my house. Little Chen, you''ve found yourself a good husband."


    Yan Zhao was indeed a good person, always helping out wherever he went.


    But he was also quite busy with work. He hadn''t left for the past few days, and Chen Men thought he must be working on some earth-shattering big project. How did he end up at Auntie Xi''s house, helping her clean?


    Yan Wei came home early today. As soon as he came upstairs, he first knocked on Mi Xue''s door to give Yan Ha some snacks. Then he returned to his own home. Not only had he bought Bobo stars and Wahaha for the children, but he had even bought Jigang stomach medicine and big snowman-shaped ice cream, which delighted the children.


    However, Yan Wei was particrly nervous today. As soon as he entered, he moved all the chairs in the house out to the living room, washed all the teacups, and prepared the tea leaves. It seemed as if he was waiting for someone.


    "Are we having guests?" Chen Men asked.


    Yan Wei said, "It''s the standard procedure. After filing for divorce, the court will send someone, and they''ll also invite neighbors to mediate. Mi Lan finished her investigation today and will being home soon for the divorce mediation process."


    Although Wang Gebi hadmitted a crime, it didn''t implicate Mi Lan. For military couples, regardless of the circumstances, they must ept mediation when filing for divorce.


    With both spouses present, rtives, friends, and leaders would make a final attempt at reconciliation before going to court.


    Soon enough, Mi Lan really dide. She was helped in by Auntie Xi and Auntie Cui, along with two unfamiliar aunties. After not seeing her for about a week, she had lost even more weight. Being a patient, her hair was dry and yellow, and her eyes were dull.


    As soon as she entered, without saying a word, she went to the kitchen to help boil water for tea.


    Yan Wei was also in the kitchen. She walked over to him, no longer with the arrogant attitude she used to have towards Yan Wei. Instead, she took the initiative to say, "I heard that many people have been spreading rumors about our parents recently. Don''t worry, I''ll exin things."


    Seeing that Yan Wei didn''t respond, she added, "Thank you for taking care of Yan Ha. Yan Wei, I understand now that a in and simple life is the real thing. Can we live a good life together from now on?"


    From her tone, it was clear that a few days of investigation had stripped away ayer of Mi Lan''s skin. This time, she had truly reformed and wanted to live a good life.


    However, after hearing this, Yan Wei just gave a coldugh. That smile inexplicably made Mi Lan feel a chill down her spine.


    They had grown up together as childhood sweethearts. She had truly changed, and her visa to the United States had been revoked by the conste. Mi Lan had no job now and was at a dead end, with only Yan Wei left to rely on. And Yan Wei, she knew, must love her.


    He still hadn''t taken down their marriage certificate from the wall.


    Her shoes were still neatly arranged in the shoe cab, cleaned spotlessly.


    The photos hanging at the entrance and in the foyer were still of her and Yan Ha. He hadn''t taken them down. These were all signs of Yan Wei''s love for her.


    But why did he give such a coldugh?


    Soon after, two female colleagues from the military court arrived, just as Yan Peiheng and the others wereing home from work.


    Seeing themotion here, Minister Cui and Minister Xu also came over.


    Whether to persuade reconciliation or separation, everyone wanted to see how Yan Wei''s matter would finally be resolved.


    But no one could have anticipated that today''s protagonist would turn out to be Yan Zhao.


    He enteredst, carrying arge stack of medical records in his arms.


    Yan Zhao had only been here for a little over a week, but strangely enough, every auntie knew this dark-skinned, fierce-looking man with a stern face. Moreover, as soon as he entered, everyone started praising him.


    "The Yan family''s third son is a good boy. He helped me clean for half a day today," said Auntie Xi.


    Auntie Cui said, "He''s really capable. Yesterday when I was buying groceries, he taught me how to pick out free-range chickens. The vor was indeed delicious."


    Another auntie said, "The day before yesterday, I heard there was a big sale on food outside. He apanied me to go grab some. Sure enough, eggs were cheaper by 1 cent per jin. What a bargain!"


    Not only Yan Peiheng was shocked as he scrutinized Yan Zhao.


    The ice cream in the children''s hands on the balcony was about to melt.


    Chen Men was absolutely dumbfounded.


    When did the ck-faced King of Hell Yan Zhao turn into such a good man, even a domestic househusband type?


    Yan Zhao put the medical records on the coffee table and suddenly said, "Auntie Xi, you mentioned that around 1968, you had heard someone say that my mother Su Wen seemed to have a good rtionship with a man called Gu Xiao."


    Auntie Xi nodded.


    Earlier when Yan Zhao was chatting with her, she thought everyone in the capital believed this, so it wasn''t a secret, and she had said a few words about it. Was that wrong?


    Yan Zhao then asked another auntie, "You said you heard that my sister was killed by my mother?"


    This auntie also asked, "Isn''t that right?"


    Yan Peiheng''s face instantly became very ufortable.


    His breathing stopped for a moment.


    At this moment, Yan Zhao turned to ask Auntie Cui, "Auntie, you used to take care of Yan Wei and Yan Jun, and you had a good rtionship with my father. Can you tell me who you heard this from?"


    "I heard it from Gebi, but Gebi said it came from your Auntie Wang," said Auntie Cui.


    The auntie surnamed Wang nearly jumped up: "Old Cui, don''t you dare throw mud on me. May lightning strike me if I ever said such things. I also heard it from Gebi."


    In fact, with one nce at each other, the answer was obvious.


    The person who had been spreading rumors and continuously damaging Su Wen''s reputation in the capital was Wang Gebi.


    But the events were from long ago, and no one expected Yan Zhao to be such a persistent person. That he would spend a week building good rtionships with these olddies, then take the opportunity of them being together to get to the bottom of things.


    "My mother had no bad reputation in Yanguan Vige. She was pure and clean, known as a living Bodhisattva," Yan Zhao said.


    His eyes today weren''t cold at all, but exceptionally clear, and his voice was particrly gentle and calm.


    But this calmness and frankness, in an instant, made the old aunties who had been living with Yan Peiheng day and night feel ashamed and speechless.


    They had spoken so many bad things about Su Wen before, were those all lies?


    They hadughed at those words from that strange woman they''d never met, how embarrassing it was to think of that now.


    At this point, Yan Wei could no longer contain himself. He suddenly stood up, grabbed the medical records from the table and hurled them at Mi Lan with a loud smack, shouting with a heart-wrenching cry: "My dad used to prescribe a lot of medicine to treat my mom''s illness, and I even personally mailed the medicine several times..."


    Throwing the medical records wasn''t enough, so he picked up a cup of tea and sshed it at Mi Lan: "Damn it, Mi Lan, do you know that your mother reced all the medicine with vitamins? Fucking vitamin B1, B2 to B12, look at how many vitamins your mother prescribed over those years! Look at how vicious your mother is, your mother Wang Gebi is a murderer!"


    In an instant, everyone was in an uproar.


    Actually, ever since Yan Wei had returned, he had felt that something wasn''t right.


    He and Yan Zhao had been sharing a bed recently, talking more than they had in the past thirty yearsbined.


    When the two brothers discussed the medicine Su Wen used to take, because it was so long ago and Yan Zhao was still a child then, he couldn''t remember clearly. But the brothers had some doubts, so they had been spending time in the hospital''s medical records room looking through files whenever they had a chance these past few days.


    There were sheets and sheets of medical records, some signed with Wang Gebi''s name, and others with Yan Peiheng''s.


    From ''68 to ''72, a full four years.


    During those four years, Yan Peiheng had been continuously prescribing medicine for Su Wen.


    He prescribed medicine to treat her illness, while Wang Gebi was also prescribing, but she prescribed only various vitamins.


    However much Yan Peiheng prescribed, she would match.


    It was almost always one after the other, at corresponding times.


    Mi Lan, with tea leaves on her head, still tried to defend: "My mom was sick, she was sick for years, the medicine was all for her to take."


    Yan Wei looked at Mi Lan, saw her sallowplexion and her tearful eyes, and couldn''t help but take out his handkerchief and hand it to her.


    To get back to the point, Wang Gebi had tasted the sweetness of profiting from selling military property and didn''t want to remarry. She wanted to keep making money, but the military district wouldn''t let her remain a widow forever. They would certainly arrange for her to remarry and introduce her to marriage prospects. At this time, she needed to find an excuse to stay.


    Taking care of Yan Wei and Yan Jun was the best excuse.


    It was clear that Yan Peiheng was about to be promoted, and family members would be able to relocate with him. But if Su Wen went to the capital and there was someone to take care of Yan Wei and Yan Jun, the organization would likely pressure her to remarry and move out of the military district.


    It just so happened that Yan Xing died at this time, and Su Wen fell ill.


    Xiping City had a shortage of medicines, and anti-epileptic and sedative drugs were always mailed from the capital by Yan Peiheng.


    In order to prevent Su Wen froming and to be able to continue caring for Yan Wei and Yan Jun, Wang Gebi secretly reced all the medicine with various vitamins before Yan Peiheng mailed them.


    That''s why Su Wen''s illness never improved, because she missed the best time for treatment.


    So Yan Wei had no choice but to divorce. He still loved Mi Lan, even reluctant to tear up their wedding photo, but with the enmity of his mother''s murder between them, he and Mi Lan had no future together in this life.


    Mi Lan thought this was the end of it, and was still racking her brains, thinking about how she could defend Wang Gebi.


    Meanwhile, Yan Zhao pulled out a few more A4 papers from the medical records and continued: "As we all know, in our country during the ''70s and ''80s, all overseas letters required registration of personal information, which can be verified. The day before yesterday, I went to the International Mail Department of the Capital Postal Bureau and found records of at least ten letters sent by Wang Gebi to Gu Xiao in Singapore. The letters started in ''76 and continued untilst year, without interruption. Gu Xiao belongs to the opposition party camp in Singapore..."


    He turned to look at the two female colleagues from the military court: "Colleagues from the military court, Wang Gebi was in the military district and corresponded with an opposition party leader for over a decade without approval. This constitutes espionage. Who should I submit this evidence to?"


    The two female colleagues from the military court couldn''t process so much information at once, but immediately said: "Comrade Yan Zhao, this case isn''t under our jurisdiction, but we can help transfer the evidence."


    Mi Lan slowly wiped her face, only now realizing that it wasn''t a matter of softening up or begging to make her lover change his mind.


    She had to face the fact that not only would all the money be confiscated by the military district, the house would be taken back, but her mother would also be criminally charged and go to jail.


    Yan Peiheng raised his hand, about to m it on the table, but remembering there were children behind him who were afraid of him, he ended up covering his own eyes instead.


    Everyone present was dumbfounded.


    Until Auntie Xi spoke first: "We can''t me old Yan, right? Gebi was blinded by money, who could have guarded against such scheming?"


    "That''s right, no one''s saying anything bad about old Yan, he''s an upright person!" Auntie Cui chimed in.


    Yan Zhao, with his usual stern face, scanned the room, his gaze stopping on Chen Men''s face, and said softly: "I''ll go buy tickets, we''ll go home tomorrow."


    He stood up, tall and slender, his dove-colored woolen coat softening his strikingly dark skin, making his whole person appear particrly gentle, his eyes bright and piercing.


    He turned and left the room.


    It was only at this moment that Chen Men realized that from Yan Zhao''s standpoint, he would not reconcile with his father.


    Nor did he need to.


    He had only one goal: to clear his mother''s name and send Wang Gebi to prison.


    And from a professional perspective, he was capable of doing all of these things.

 Chapter 96

    Mi Lan still couldn''t ept it.


    After all, she had been sleeping in the same bed as Yan Wei since she was five or six years old, always his little princess. Now she didn''t care about Wang Gebi anymore, she just wanted to avoid divorce.


    But bad news kepting.


    Although policies had changed, militaryw still required ountability. So even though times had changed, all the evidence Yan Zhaocheng submitted was epted by militaryw. Wang Gebi was sentenced to 15 years in prison for espionage. Next came the seizure of assets - even the house Mi Lan lived in would be taken back.


    Then the military court pronounced the divorce in session. Mi Lan was divorced from Yan Wei. After that, Yan Wei bought arge woven bag full of snacks for Yan Ha, as well as two stacks of children''s books. He took Yan Ha to the capital''s zoo and amusement park, carrying him on his shoulders the whole time, and promised he would return to the capital every year to y with Yan Ha.


    Then, without looking back, he left for Xiping City to report for his job transfer.


    Now Mi Lan had to face reality whether she wanted to or not.


    The man who had loved her deeply, who also loved Yan Ha, who was willing to be a workhorse at home, had very rationally abandoned her.


    Mi Lan still couldn''t give up, but she had no tactics or schemes. She finally waited until Wang Gebi''s sentencing came through, so she could visit him in prison. She went to ask her mother what she should do.


    Her mother was so clever, Mi Lan thought she must have a way to help her win back Yan Wei.


    "Let it go," Wang Gebi said, looking at his daughter with pity through the iron bars. He had to tell her the harsh truth: "Lan, find a way to make a living on your own. The men in the Yan family are all stubborn. Yan Wei won''t change his mind."


    Gripping the iron bars, Mi Lan burst into tears.


    Wang Gebi''s own heart was also in tatters.


    Without the drive of love, a woman couldn''t have aplished such big things. At 16, she had married a 38-year-old man who only washed his feet once a month, never brushed his teeth at night, almost never bathed, and was addicted to smoking.


    And around that man were a group of young soldiers, the most outstanding of whom was Yan Peiheng.


    He kept himself clean, loved his wife, and always talked about his wife and children.


    At night, 16-year-old Wang Gebiy in bed in the row house, pressed under a man reeking of decay, smelling like rotten fish dried in a pond. In the morning, she would see the vigorous Yan Peiheng, hear the sound of him brushing his teeth, feel the wind as he walked by, and witness his personality that wasn''t afraid of her husband, willing to challenge and scold his superior as he pleased. From this, Wang Gebi could experience sexual pleasure she couldn''t get from her husband.


    She was infatuated with that man. So when she heard that Yan Peiheng''s mother and wife back home were fighting over housework, that his children had no one to care for them or feed them, she begged her husband to make an exception and give Yan Peiheng an extra room so he could bring his two older children to live with him.


    She had schemed bit by bit for so many years.


    She had used so many tactics, but never got him to look at her twice.


    That family''s men, when they''re good to you they''re very good, but when they say they won''t turn back, they truly never will.


    "Mom, what am I going to do?" Mi Lan wailed.


    Wang Gebi had no idea what to do. Which of the military region''s leaders hadn''t received small favors from her? In difficult years, a piece of pork fat, a cut of pork belly, all kinds of pastries - she found ways to improve their lives, truly treating them like brothers. But now, to distance themselves from her, they all avoided her like the gue.


    She suddenly remembered hearing that Gu Xiao was about to return. After so many years of corresponding, Gu Xiao and she had developed a spiritual connection. He especially approved of her, and he deeply despised the current environment and those in power in China.


    Gu Xiao knew she wasn''t a spy. Gu Xiao still considered her the only confidant of Su Wen in all of China.


    She just didn''t know if Gu Xiao woulde to see her first when he returned.


    That was Wang Gebi''s only hope after being imprisoned.


    ...


    Back to Yan Zhao. As the year end approached, migrant workers were returning home in droves. Train tickets were extremely hard to buy, especially sleeper berths. Even police certificates didn''t work anymore. He tried several ticket offices but couldn''t get train tickets.


    It was only after Chen Men reminded him that Yan Zhao learned the Civil Aviation Administration now had discounted air tickets. Normally 70-80 yuan tickets could be obtained for 40-50 yuan at internal prices. For a mere five bushels of rice, he swallowed his pride and contacted a war buddy who worked at the Civil Aviation Administration.


    Sure enough, when he asked, flights to Xiping City were 42 yuan per person at the internal price, with children at half price, 28 yuan. However, hearing that Yan Zhao was in the capital, his friend insisted on treating him to a meal.


    This war buddy was named Zhang Zhendong. His sister was a battlefield nurse, one of the heroines Yan Zhao especially admired.


    She was a small, thin girl, but with extreme explosive power. She once carried a soldier whose intestines had been blown out through the front lines, walking ten full kilometers through a minefield. In the end, the soldier died from blood loss, his face turned pale, his body covered in red insects. The girl still had him tied to her back until the simrly wounded Yan Zhao reminded her, and only then did she untie the soldier''s body.


    Thinking of that little girl, Yan Zhao readily agreed. The next day he went to pick up the ne tickets and have the meal as promised.


    Of course, times had changed. The girl was said to have started a business after leaving the military and was doing very well.


    Zhang Zhendong was doing even better. He had gotten fat after leaving the military, his belly as round as a pregnant woman''s. He joked with Yan Zhao, saying it was a "beer belly" because it came from drinking beer.


    The two of them chatted over beer at a food stall. On the way home after eating, Yan Zhao saw small pinwheels being sold at a night market stall. He bought one whirling pinwheel for each of his three children. But Zhang Zhendong had gotten drunk on beer, and while Yan Zhao was helping him home, all the pinwheels were crushed.


    It was already midnight when Yan Zhao got home. Of course, the whole family was asleep.


    He tiptoed in, quietly turned on the light, and prepared to wash up in the outside bathroom. Suddenly, when he turned on the hallway light, he was startled - Yan Peiheng had moved a chair and was sitting outside Chen Men''s bedroom door.


    Yan Zhao, holding the three crushed pinwheels, looked at his father questioningly: Why aren''t you sleeping?


    Yan Peiheng said softly to his son, "Your second brother finalized his divorce today and got his new job arranged."


    Yan Zhao nodded, threw the three small pinwheels into the trash can, took off his coat, and went into the bathroom.


    Yan Peiheng fished the very poor quality stic pinwheels out of the trash can and gently spun them.


    When Yan Zhao and Yan Xingxiao were little, he would asionallye home and liked to make these small pinwheels out of millet stalks and sorghum leaves. He would also string corn husk strips onto wire to make headbands for the children to wear.


    Back then, he was the children''srger-than-life, omnipotent father.


    The children looked at him with eyes full of admiration and love. He could carry one child on each shoulder, while Su Wen always called after them: "Take it easy, be careful not to strain your back."


    The pinwheels would spin noisily on the children''s heads, his wife following behind with a smile.


    Although they never had enough to eat, they were so happy.


    Now his eldest son refused to return to China, and his second son was also leaving. Although Yan Peiheng now had the status of a victim due to Wang Gebi''s sentencing and wouldn''t be affected by Wang Gebi''s case, he had still ended up alone.


    With a whirl, the broken pinwheel creaked and squeaked non-stop, traversing more than twenty years to the happiest days of Yan Peiheng''s life.


    Early the next morning, the whole family was set to return home.


    Each child also received a small backpack printed with Doraemon, a gift from their grandfather. It was the first time the three children had formally spoken to their grandfather, but they were extremely perfunctory, saying an insipid "Thank you, Grandpa."


    However, the children really liked these small backpacks.


    That wasn''t all. At the airport, when Yuan Yuan unzipped her backpack, she found inside a headband with two small pinwheels on top. The frame was made of wire, the des of bamboo, fixed with stic steel wire. She immediately put it on her head. The airport was windy, and the pinwheels spun noisily in the breeze.


    Little Wang and Little Lang also opened their backpacks and, sure enough, they also had pinwheel headbands inside.


    This was great fun. With the headbands on, arms spread wide, as soon as you started running, the little pinwheels would spin wildly.


    This strange yet fun toy not only attracted the attention of many children along the way, but also amazed many adults, who eximed at how well-made it was.


    Upon returning home, another year wasing to an end, and it was time to celebrate the New Year.


    However, as soon as she entered the house, Chen Men heard bad news, while Yan Zhao heard good news.


    And this was actually the same piece of information.


    The news was that Yan Xishan had been boasting wildly in the vige, iming that the position of People''s Representative that he thought belonged to him had ultimately gone to someone else. The nouveau riche who was actually elected could win the hearts of everyone in Xiping City, because he was Yan Zhao''srade-in-arms, the soldier brother who had once been ruthlessly rejected by Chen Men, Xiong Dapao.


    A demobilized soldier, who went into business, and was also a divorced single good father.


    His personal brand was absolutely dazzling.


    This even made it into the Xiping Evening News, which featured a photo of Xiong Dapao wearing a suit and tie, sitting behind arge mahogany desk, smiling radiantly.


    That was a true outstanding young entrepreneur, and Yan Xishan admitted defeat wholeheartedly.


    Chen Men was quite worried, fearing that Yan Xishan might lose face because of this and start drinking excessively again out of despair.


    So she made a phone call, asking Qi Songlu to get off work early, as she wanted to inquire about the situation.


    But Qi Songlu''s response surprised Chen Men greatly.


    "Not only is Yan Xishan attending night school, but he has also signed up for an intensiveputer training course. He''s nning to buy a Great Wall micrputer these days, saying he wants to learn how to useputers," Qi Songlu said.


    Although he lost the election, thendlord''s son had been on TV and met city leaders, tasting the sweetness of being respected for the first time. He was not only studying ounting, but had also signed up for marketing,pany management, andputer operation courses, a total of eight subjects.


    He was gearing up topete for the position of People''s Representative again next year.


    Chen Men was startled and immediately said, "Songlu, I''m enrolling you in aputer training course too, at thepany''s expense. Hurry and go learn aboutputers."


    Yan Xishan''s progress was a crisis for Chen Men. If he mastered these skills while Qi Songlu didn''t, sooner orter Qi Songlu would be left behind by Yan Xishan.


    Chen Men had learned her lesson in her past life, so this time she had to make sure they mastered the fundamentals.


    But she needed to focus on managing the 271 Factory now and couldn''t spare the time, so she had to have Qi Songlu learn instead.


    Qi Songlu was eager topete with Yan Xishan, so he agreed readily: "Alright!"


    The day after returning, Chen Men went to see the kindergarten principal to report the situation of Yan Minng being bullied, and to request information about Wang Yuhan''s parents.


    She had to meet Wang Yuhan''s parents and find the little girl''s cousin.


    Not just for the beating, but the scheming nature of Wang Yuhan and her cousin was not something ordinary children possessed.


    When the principal first heard that such an incident had urred in her kindergarten, she was also frightened pale, and immediately went back to look up the registration information of Wang Yuhan''s parents.


    Yan Minng''s father was a police officer, and even the deputy director of the Jindong District Police Station. Having his child in their kindergarten was like a living advertisement. How could he be beaten by an outside elementary school student? This was uneptable.


    She also had to call in Teacher Wang, who was responsible for the ss, to ask about the specific situation.


    Bullying and fighting of course happened when the teacher wasn''t aware, but Teacher Wang had an impression of that little boy because he often came to pick up Wang Yuhan. She said, "That child isn''t very tall, quite skinny, probably only about eight years old. He''s quite cute looking and very polite. He even likes to salute me and say ''Hello, teacher.'' I never noticed him seeming like someone who likes to hit others."


    "The fact is that my son was beaten by him. You can choose not to handle it, but I must find Wang Yuhan today," Chen Men said.


    Teacher Wang looked embarrassed, seeing that Chen Men was very angry, so she quickly apologized.


    "Found it, found it. Let''s go, we''ll go to their home and ask," the principal had already found Wang Yuhan''s registration information. She flipped through a couple of pages and said, "Look, both parents are farmers, probably doing business. They live not far from us, in Nanwan Vige."


    Chen Men grabbed the registration information and went out to drive to Nanwan Vige.


    She had bought this car not long ago. Yan Zhao and Yan Bin drove it more often, while Chen Men was timid and tried to avoid driving when possible.


    However, today, ording to the principal and Teacher Wang, Chen Men drove exceptionally well, and quite fast too. This was probably what they call "a woman may be weak, but a mother bes strong." Chen Men was going to confront them, so of course she drove quickly.


    However, when she arrived at Nanwan Vige, she hit another wall.


    Because the door of the house at the address was tightly locked.


    "You''re looking for Wang Gang''s family? They bought a new house before the New Year and just moved to the city," a neighbor said.


    Chen Men asked, "What about their address in the city? Can you give it to us?"


    The neighbor smiled and said, "How would we know? Nowadays when rural people move to the city, they''re afraid their poor rtives from the vige wille to stay with them, so they keep their new address a secret. Wang Gang is an only child, and when he moved, he said he would nevere back to this vige again."


    This was indeed true.


    Now many rural people who suddenly be rich and move to the city, originally have poor rtives in the vige who like to freeload. But who likes to be freeloaded off by poor rtives?


    Some people with smaller capacities indeed won''t tell their rtives their exact address in the city.


    "Wang Yuhan will stille to school when the semester starts. Why don''t we wait until then to deal with this?" the principal suggested.


    Teacher Wang also said, "Ms. Chen, please don''t worry. From next semester on, I will pay special attention to Yan Minng and make sure no other children bully him."


    Seeing that Chen Men''s face was still clouded with anger, the principal added, "I''ll waive Yan Minng''s tuition for the entire next school year. You''ll only need to pay for his meals. When Wang Yuhanes back, I''ll definitely criticize them severely and make them apologize to Yan Minng. Is that alright?"


    For parents, having their child beaten is the most frustrating thing.


    The child was covered in injuries for nearly three months. The examination fees, medical fees, the pain the child endured, the tears he cried - could all of this be resolved with just an apology?


    Chen Men didn''t expect to get justice from the kindergarten, because at most they would just try to smooth things over and ask for an apology.


    She naturally had her own way of resolving this matter, but since she couldn''t find Wang Yuhan''s parents, she could only put it aside for now.


    She could only wait until school started again.


    This New Year was particrly busy for Chen Men.


    First, the 271 Factory needed to be contracted out. She had to sign a "Partnership Contract" with Cui Min and get 100,000 yuan from her. Then, Minister Wang from the Military Region Logistics Department personally came to Xiping City to sign another "Contracting Agreement" with her.


    The other party then handed over all the keys of the 271 Factory to her, and Chen Men became the general manager of this factory.


    With the partnership contract rtionship, Cui Min and Chen Men were now in the same boat.


    So she paid the final installment for the staff apartment building very smoothly, and then introduced a small job from a construction team to Chen Men, allowing Chen Degong to work on it temporarily.


    This year, after deducting all expenses, Chen Men earned 60,000 yuan from the construction projects. After paying back the money on Yuan Yuan''s ount, the 5,000 yuan monthly rent from the wholesale market became pure ie.


    Where there''s a demand for housing, there are people selling houses. As soon as the Dongfang Group''s staff apartments were distributed to the employees, several households who already had houses nearby wanted to sell their apartments. Now a set of 65 square meter apartments cost only 5,800 yuan. Chen Men and Chen Degong discussed it and found that there were 6 sets in total. They negotiated with those 6 households and each took three sets, with Chen Degong''s of course being kept for his children.


    Chen Men nned to gradually exchange them, trying to get all three apartments on one floor, then connect them, and slowly renovate when she had time. She would move in when Yanguan Vige was demolished for redevelopment.


    This was her first time investing in real estate, and it should also be thest.


    After all, she had been the wife of a real estate tycoon in her past life and deeply understood a truth: houses are not actually valuable, it''s all artificially hyped up.


    Others might specte in real estate, but as long as Chen Men had other ways to make money, she would never engage in property spection.


    Director Zhou Yu also came during the New Year period, having obtained a filming permit from the Xiping Film Studio. He needed to choose locations for shooting.


    Because Yuan Yuan was going to meet with the director''s team tomorrow, and the children were starting school the day after, clothes needed to be washed and winter vacation homework needed to be done. Although the children could do these things themselves, Chen Men still needed to do the final check, so she was extremely busy these two days.


    After the New Year, because Sun Nutao had reached the final stage of his illness, Yan Zhao was also so busy that his feet barely touched the ground, and he hadn''t been home for nearly a week.


    And today, Yan Xishan, having finished several months of intensive study and achieved good grades in night school, finally came to show off to his daughter and nned to have a good time bonding with her.


    Carrying arge travel bag, he was not only dressed in a suit and leather shoes, but also sported a pair of gold-rimmed sses. As he entered, he looked just like a dashing businessman from a Hong Kong or Taiwanese drama.


    Amid the children''s exmations of surprise and Chen Men''s eye roll, he grinned and said, "They''re just in lenses. The main thing is that these sses make me look cultured and sophisticated. Men, leave the kids with me today. I''ll check their homework and do theundry. I want to spend some quality time with my daughter. You go take care of whatever you need to do."


    Chen Men had to pay the housing installment today. She couldn''t prevent Yan Xishan from seeing Yuanyuan, nor did she want him to take Yuanyuan away for an overnight stay. So she reluctantly agreed.


    In her mind, even if Yan Xishan couldn''t do anything else well, he would at least check the homework and make sure Xiao Wang did theundry.


    But this is precisely why the parent with custody often doesn''t want the other parent to have too much contact with the children after a divorce.


    After paying the housing installment, when Chen Men returned home and opened the door, she was immediately sprayed in the face with water.


    Entering the courtyard, she saw wet clothes draped over the washing machine, not yet spun dry.


    The doors to all the rooms in the courtyard were wide open. In the storeroom, steel pipe mps, ropes, and various nuts and bolts were strewn all over the floor. In the garden, the vegetables that Yan Zhao had newly nted this year, just beginning to grow, had been trampled and were lying in disarray.


    The in lenses that Yan Xishan had worn to look refined were nowhere to be seen.


    He was holding arge water gun, sucking water from the washing machine. Yuanyuan was in his arms, cheering him on as he aimed the water gun at the windows and sprayed continuously.


    From inside the window, Xiao Wang and Xiao Lang could be heard shouting, "We are the Red Fourth Army! We''re holding our position and we''re not afraid of you!"


    On the ground were scattered bags of spicy snacks and popcorn, half-empty bottles of Wahaha drink spilled on the floor, and trampled sausages split in two.


    Looking at the walls and windows, there were dirty water stains everywhere from the spraying.


    As a result, chili oil had formed rivers on the ground, dairy products were smeared everywhere, and as Chen Men stepped in, her leather shoes made a sticky sound on the cement floor.


    What made Chen Men''s scalp tingle even more was this:


    To help Yuanyuan seed in her audition tomorrow, she had speciallymissioned a tailor to make a small corduroy jacket for Yuanyuan, with hand-embroidered flowers. Not only had Xiao Wang failed to wash this garment, but it was now lying on the ground in a puddle of dirty water.


    Chen Men picked up the jacket and threw it at Yan Xishan''s head.


    Yan Xishan, who had been so uninhibited while ying, now realized he was in trouble. He covered his head and protected Yuanyuan, enduring Chen Men''s blows while constantly trying to exin, "It''s just y, the kids were having fun."


    Chen Men nearly tripped over Yan Xishan''s sses that he had worn to look refined, kicking them to the front gate. "Get out!" she yelled.


    "Why are you getting angry?" Yan Xishan hurriedly put on his sses and smiled sheepishly.


    Xiao Lang and Xiao Wang were still children after all. Today, Yuanyuan''s father had brought snacks and water guns, tempting them. They hadn''t been able to stand firm, but they had truly had so much fun that even now, knowing they were in big trouble, they couldn''t help but smile at each other.


    Yuanyuan, of course, didn''t want her father to leave, but she was more afraid of him getting beaten. So she kept waving, signaling him to leave quickly.


    As soon as Yan Xishan stepped out the door, a water gun hit him on the forehead with a ssh. As he dodged, another one flew at him. Just as he was about to dodge again, a travel bag flew out and hit him on the head.


    Xiao Wang, knowing he had done wrong, was busy refilling the washing machine to rewash the clothes when suddenly he stepped on something. Looking down, he felt like the sky was falling - it was his winter vacation homework, soaking in water.


    With a howl, he finally understood the idiom: You reap what you sow!


    Chen Men wanted to deal with these troublemakers, but when she entered the kitchen, she became even more furious.


    Yan Zhao hadn''t been home for a week, and she couldn''t clean the kitchen thoroughly. Now with Yan Xishan''s havoc, it looked like a garbage dump. Chen Men had always wanted to hire a housekeeper, but Yan Zhao had always insisted he could handle the housework, so she hadn''t hired one.


    This was what Yan Zhao called handling it!


    Guilt by association - from Yan Xishan to Yan Zhao, and then to the children, they were all Chen Men''s offenders now.


    She wasn''t going to clean up today. She wanted Yan Zhao to see the state of the house when he returned.


    However, before Chen Men could get angrier, someone knocked on the gate outside. A handsome young man dressed in an army green outfit, with fair skin, entered with a smile, calling out, "Sister-inw, I''ve finally found you."


    "Uncle!" Xiao Wang, upon seeing this uncle, forgot about his homework and jumped up. "You''re not selling those anymore?"


    Xue Mingfang, who used to sell adult films, was now wearing a green military uniform and carrying a backpack. He hade to find Chen Men today. Walking up to her, he stood at attention and gave her a salute. "Reporting to themander, former artillery regiment toon leader Xue Mingfang reporting for duty."


    This was the worker sent by the Military Region to help her manage the 271.


    Chen Men had never been amander and didn''t quite know how to act like one, so she asked, "Just you alone?" Seeing that he was still saluting, she added, "At ease... no, no, just dismiss."


    Xue Mingfang bent down and started working, still smiling. "It''s just me for now, but as soon as you give the order, we can assemble 500 people. Commander Liu and Commander Yan said that the new era''s war is an economic war without gunpowder. Our enemy is still capitalism, but now we don''t use artillery, we use products. You are ourmander, leading us to win this economic battle. We only follow your orders!"


    Chen Men''s scalp tingled, her vision blurred, and her legs felt weak.


    Five hundred people would need sries, they all needed to eat. She felt she might not be up to thismander role.


    But the children were happy. With a guest at home, mom surely wouldn''t punish them now.


    They all helped, assisting this handsome uncle in cleaning up the garbage and tidying the ce.


    Seeing him reach for the clothes, Chen Men quickly said, "Xiao Xue, leave it, I''ll do it."


    Xue Mingfang had already wrung out the clothes. The spin cycle was just spinning but not draining. With his experience, he gave the washing machine a p, and it immediately obeyed hismand, starting up with a whir.


    Taking arge broom, Xue Mingfang swept the ground clean, then sprinkledundry detergent. With a hose in one hand and a scrub brush in the other, he started scrubbing the floor. With a few children helping, half the courtyard was cleaned in the blink of an eye.


    He was like a cleaning machine with emotions.


    Because from time to time, he would look at the children and smile, asionally even doing a little dance move, making the childrenugh with delight.


    ...


    Meanwhile, Yan Zhao was about to be promoted to full bureau chief.


    But with all the leaders having major issues with him, this time it was Sun Nutao''s influence that made it happen.


    On his deathbed, when the city bureau leaders came to visit him, Sun Nutao should have made some requests for them, such as solving employment issues for his children, or since the Ximei Factory wasn''t doing well, asking the leaders to arrange a new, better job for Zou Jie.


    But he didn''t mention any of these. He only made one request: despite Yan Zhao''s insufficient age and experience, he must be made the chief of the Jindong District Police Station.


    Moreover, he held each city bureau leader''s hand and pleaded with them to be more lenient towards Yan Zhao, not to secretly report to higher-ups about him, saying things like he was pursuing absolute power or that he was dictatorial.


    Using such methods to squeeze him out and prevent him from rising to the city bureau.


    In fact, everyone knew clearly that the reason some people reported such things was only for their own interests.


    But if they brought Yan Zhao down and everyone pursued their own interests, would that really be good?


    He wanted the leaders to search their consciences and ask themselves this question.


    With a person on their deathbed speaking, of course everyone kept nodding in agreement.


    "Director Sun really makes one feel ashamed!" Outside, Ma Bo and Xiong Xiangdang sighed, "He didn''t make a single request about his own children, only protecting our Director Yan."


    Deputy Director Zheng of the city bureau, well-versed in the ways of officialdom, smiled and said, "Old Sun protects Yan Zhao, and Yan Zhao will have to look after his daughter out of gratitude in the future. It''s just a mutual benefit. Sun Nutao, that old fox, still calcting even on his sickbed!"


    Ma Bo and Xiong Xiangdang were instantly angered, almost losing their temper at the leader. They felt that Director Sun was selfless, dedicated to his work, and beyond reproach.


    Looking at Deputy Director Zheng''s back, Ma Bo said resentfully, "People with dirty minds see everything as dirty!"


    As soon as the doctor pronounced Sun Nutao dead, Yan Zhao came out of the hospital room.


    He hadn''t been home for a week, and the children were starting school the day after tomorrow. Chen Men was also on her period these days, so her mood was surely not good. He estimated she was probably fuming at home.


    On the bus, he was already feeling uneasy.


    After getting off the bus, just as he reached the vige entrance, he saw Yan Xishan with a travel bag in one hand and several colorful water guns in the other, looking like a wasteful dog. Yan Zhao paused but didn''t greet him.


    As the saying goes, even enemies can be friends. At this moment, Yan Xishan was aware of Chen Men''s anger and knew her temper well. Remembering their past arguments and how Chen Men had once tied him up and beaten him without a word, he felt a kinship with Yan Zhao. Out of sympathy, he called out to Yan Zhao: "Third brother, hurry home and get to work. Men''s a bit angry today." He was worried Yan Zhao might get beaten too.


    Yan Zhao stopped, but looking at Yan Xishan with spicy skin on his sses, milk stains on his head, andpletely soaked clothes, he suddenly didn''t feel so rushed anymore.


    People needparisons, andpared to Yan Xishan, Yan Zhao felt he wasn''t doing too badly.


    In any case, it was time to hurry home and get to work.


    As soon as he entered, he found the courtyard spotlessly clean. Chen Men was in the bedroom, hanging round clothes under the air conditioner, using hot air to dry Little Wang''s wet winter holiday homework. However, the bedroom was in disarray, and when he touched the mattress, it was damp.


    "Shall I take apart the bedding and change it?" Yan Zhao instantly entered work mode.


    After all, Yuanyuan was a girl and couldn''t have caused too much trouble. This mess was clearly the work of Little Wang and Little Wolf.


    But surprisingly, Chen Men remained calm and didn''t lose her temper: "No need, you go busy yourself with work. We have someone taking care of the housework, a handsome young man, dashing and charming."


    Who could it be? Surely not Yan Xishan?


    Does wearing a suit make one dashing, and putting on sses make one charming?


    Had he finished the housework before leaving?


    Yan Zhao took a step back, not only feeling jealous but also extremely angry. In that instant, he turned into a hedgehog.


    However, he couldn''t stay angry for long.


    Because from outside, the three children came in, crowding around a young man in military uniform with fair skin and a beaming smile. The young man was about 25 or 26 years old, indeed youthful and charming. He put down the trash can, rolled up his sleeves, and entered the kitchen.


    The three children, like squirrels, bounced and jumped as they followed him in.

 Chapter 97

    "Is Xue Mingfang the one sent from the capital to help you with the 271 project, Little Xue?" Yan Zhao asked Chen Men.


    Chen Men suppressed augh and murmured, "Mm-hmm."


    She hadn''t expected Xue Mingfang to not only be handsome, but also so capable. He had already swept the courtyard, wiped the windows, hung out theundry, and was now bustling about in the kitchen. As soon as he entered, there was a ttering of pots and pans as he got to work.


    Throwing open the window, Xue Mingfang said with a smile, "Hello, Colonel Yan. We''ve fought in the same formation before - I manned the artillery for you in the rear. Tonight I''ll be cooking, Henan style. Would you like to try it?"


    Yan Zhao couldn''t refuse and simply nodded.


    He then busied himself taking apart the wet bedding. The spring air was humid, and these things wouldn''t dry outside. He''d have to run the air conditioner at full st to dry them quickly, otherwise there''d be no ce to sleep that night.


    When Yan Zhao got to the piano, he ran his hand over it and realized some mischievous child had sshed water on it.


    This was the most valuable item in the house. He quickly found a new towel from a drawer and carefully wiped it down. Just as he finished, Chen Men finally got Little Wang''s homework dried, sighing in relief, "Thank goodness it wasn''t too wet, or Little Wang would have been in tears."


    The wet pages with fountain pen ink were all smudged and would need to be rewritten, but the rest could probably still be used. Hopefully the teacher wouldn''t be angry.


    As Yan Zhao reached for the homework, Chen Men, who had been standing on tiptoe in front of the air conditioner for so long that her legs were weak, sat down right in Yan Zhao''sp as she rxed.


    At that moment, Xue Mingfang lifted the curtain to enter, saw Yan Zhao holding Chen Men in an awkward position, and quickly retreated, saying, "Colonel Yan, am I interrupting an intimate moment?"


    Normally, Deputy Chief Yan wouldn''t even dare walk next to his wife in public, but being caught like this by a former subordinate made his face flush. Still, he managed to reply, "Yes."


    "Should I let you two finish beforeing to eat?" Xue Mingfang scratched his head outside.


    Despite selling adult films, the most intimate he''d ever been with Liu Jingjing was holding hands. He''d never experienced embracing a woman.


    Chen Men struggled, "Let go."


    Yan Zhao held Chen Men tightly, his week-old stubble and the smell of hospital disinfectant clinging to him. He stared at her for a moment, then suddenly rubbed his stubble roughly against her forehead. His own face was red and his neck flushed. Chen Men saw Xue Mingfang just outside the window with his back turned, but feared he might look back at any moment, making her heart race.


    She grew angry and pushed him away, and Yan Zhao finally released her.


    The couple entered the kitchen, dumbfounded.


    Xue Mingfang had made a huge pot of Henan-style noodle soup and fried arge batch of fist-sized dumplings, each golden brown and plump. When bitten into, they revealed a filling of vermicelli, chives, and tofu.


    There were enough dumplings to feed the family for three days.


    In front of everyone, he presented Chen Men with a basin full of noodles, saying, "Themander needs to eat well to lead us to victory. You''re too thin, here, eat more."


    Yan Zhao immediately nced at his wife, noting that she did seem a bit thin.


    But this wasn''t a matter of eating more - she couldn''t possibly finish such arge portion.


    So Yan Zhao took the basin meant for Chen Men and handed her the small bowl that Xue Mingfang had prepared for him.


    Xue Mingfang felt this wasn''t right - themander needed to eat more to fight.


    But just as he was about to speak with a smile, Yan Zhao suddenly thrust the basin at him, his eyes narrowing and his voice turning hoarse: "Eat."


    When he first arrived, Xue Mingfang hadn''t even recognized this tall, thin, dark-skinned but refined and reserved man as the fearsome "King of Hell" who could strike terror into the enemy''s heart with just a nce on the battlefield.


    But Yan Zhao had been a colonel in the elite assault unit, a soldier who had engaged in hand-to-handbat with the enemy and personally stabbed foes in the gut. There was a difference between such soldiers and others. At hismand, Xue Mingfang immediately wiped the grin off his face and picked up the bowl.


    The meal was so filling that even Little Lang felt stuffed. The leftover dumplings served as breakfast for the next three days, showing just howrge the portions had been.


    That night, Xue Mingfang slept with Little Lang and Little Wang, who wanted to hear his stories from the battlefield.


    He was a great storyteller, and he had even brought a toy tank to teach the boys about how tanks work. He recounted the dangers he''d faced on the battlefield. Though his experiences probably paled inparison to Yan Zhao''s legendary feats, he had a knack for storytelling that kept the boys enthralled, eliciting gasps, exmations, and eager questions of "What happened next?"


    Yuanyuan had an audition tomorrow and was practicing singing with Chen Men. Theughter from next door kept making her forget the lyrics, frustrating Chen Men who grabbed her little hand and gave it several light ps. The little girl pouted, getting her first taste of the loneliness Little Wang used to feel sleeping alone.


    Yan Zhao was also jealous, and unlike with Chen Men, he didn''t try to hide his jealousy towards other men. He was always direct, so when Chen Men came to bed, before she could even undress, he asked, "When is Xue Mingfang going to the factory? He should be staying there, right?"


    "I''ll send him tomorrow, but he says 500 people areing soon. Comrade Yan Zhao, I ask you, what am I supposed to do with 500 people?" Chen Men asked.


    Yan Zhao methodically went about his routine of examining her breasts, his movements as gentle as always. His speech slowed and his voice softened: "Just assign them work and let them do it. They have an indomitable fighting spirit, tireless energy, and unwavering obedience to orders."


    This was precisely the spirit of Chinese soldiers - 500 warriors who would attack wherever directed.


    "I can''t take 500 people at the start. At most, I can only take about 80. Once the machines are running, we can slowly bring in more people, but no more than 200. And those 200 people will need to be paid," Chen Men said, letting out a heavy breath in response to Yan Zhao''s touch.


    Yan Zhao''s hand paused for a moment. After a long while, he gradually tightened his embrace around Chen Men.


    Money - the one thing in the world that the fearsome "King of Hell" Yan Zhao was afraid of.


    With money, they could have bought more special medications not covered by insurance and continued chemotherapy. Sun Nutao could have lived at least two more years. But doing so would have exhausted all their savings, and he would still have died in the end, leaving his wife and daughter with endless debt.


    For this reason, he had resolutely refused further chemotherapy and chosen to face death.


    Money, it all came down to money.


    ...


    Chen Men continued, "Starting a factory isn''t that easy. A demobilized soldier gets 300 yuan a month. For 200 people, that''s 18,000 yuan in wages for just three months. The 271 factory makesbor protection equipment, but it can be converted to make clothing and shoes. However, the current inventory, except for leather, can only be used for trimmings. We''ll need to buyrge quantities of various fabrics and leather. Even if we can get the products nned and on the market within three months, logistics and inventory costs will be 300,000 yuan. We''ll need another 200,000 yuan to ensure operations. Deputy Chief Yan, I need at least 700,000 yuan to get 271 up and running, and that''s assuming our products sell as soon as they hit the market."


    Her words fell like a massive boulder on the chest of Yan Zhao, who was already burdened with the recent loss of hisrade!


    In the 1990s, private enterprises were springing up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.


    Everyone was a contractor, and anyone could open a factory or start a sales business. Production was trivial - the real skill was in selling the products.


    Workers depended on the market for their livelihood, not on Chen Men.


    This was the only time Yan Zhao crawled into his wife''s nket without doing anything else, simply holding her quietly.


    Extraordinarily, he slept holding Chen Men for half the night without returning to his own bed.


    Chen Men was used to sleeping alone and found it ufortable being held. She woke up in the middle of the night and, unable to bear it any longer, asked Yan Zhao, "Aren''t you going back to your own bed?"


    "I don''t want to tonight," Yan Zhao said.


    Chen Men, half-asleep, asked again, "Didn''t you say you couldn''t control yourself if you slept with me?"


    "If I can''t control myself, why should I try?" Yan Zhao unexpectedly countered.


    After all, they were husband and wife. It wouldn''t do to argue over sleeping in the same bed - how would that be any different from before? Yan Zhao didn''t drink or smoke, so he had no unpleasant odors. Chen Men didn''t find his scent repulsive, but she was used to being alone and didn''t sleep well that night.


    The next day, Chen Men had to take Yuanyuan to her audition.


    Because they needed to borrow a studio from Xiping Film Studio for some shots, the production team was set up next to the studio.


    The y required six children - three boys and three girls. An advertisement was ced in "Popr Film" magazine to recruit young actors. Qin Yu, who was most interested in the entertainment industry and wanted to groom Ningning as a child star, brought Ningning to the audition as well.


    However, Ningning and Yuanyuan were auditioning for different roles.


    Qin Yu and Chen Men were fine, but there was another woman with a little girl auditioning for the same role as Yuanyuan. Somehow, she had heard that the audition would involve a crying scene, so she was pinching and scolding her daughter, trying to force her to cry in public.


    It''s hard for a child to cry onmand in public. After the woman had been pressuring her daughter for a while without sess, she suddenly kicked her daughter''s bottom, saying, "You''re so useless, always embarrassing me."


    "If she doesn''t get the part this time, there will be other opportunities. There are plenty of productions recruiting on ''Popr Television''. Why are you hitting the child?" Qin Yu couldn''t help but scold the woman.


    The woman immediately turned around and retorted, "I gave birth to her, I can hit her if I want. It''s none of your business!"


    "Some people are just not fit to be parents," Qin Yu rolled her eyes and said to Chen Men.


    Chen Men also shook her head in disapproval. Public beating and scolding was nothingpared to what she had heard - some parents would even deliberately give their children growth-stunting injections to keep them from growing up, all for the sake of maintaining their child star status.


    Acting should be left to fate. Before going to university, Yuanyuan''s main focus must be on her studies.


    Soon it was Yuanyuan''s turn to go in. Recently, she had practiced almost all folk songs from "Mountain Lilies Blooming" to "Ten Farewells to the Red Army". She had learned the lyrics, singing style, and vocal techniques by imitating Li Guyi''s recordings on the tape recorder, achieving the most authentic folk song vor.


    After she went in, singing could be heard from inside shortly after.


    A whileter, Yuanyuan came out. She first whispered something to Ningning, then rushed to Chen Men: "Mom, the director asked me to tell you that your hard work hasn''t been in vain. It''s really good."


    This meant she had been selected.


    And Yuanyuan had indeed worked hard for it, so it wasn''t just a case of getting in through connections.


    The old director had his pride. Although Chen Men was the financial backer, and he was surely grateful in private, he didn''t give Yuanyuan any special treatment in this situation. Reportedly, they had thoroughly tested everything from singing to crying scenes and dialogue delivery. It was only after several assistant directors had agreed that Yuanyuan was suitable that Zhou Yu nodded his approval.


    As they were leaving, Chen Men deliberately waved her hand outside the window for a long time, indicating that she was about to leave.


    Zhou Yu didn''t look at her much, just waved his hand to signal her to leave quickly and not disturb his work.


    Even so, Chen Men felt very satisfied. The fact that he wouldn''t even give her preferential treatment proved that Zhou Yu must have selected based on merit, which meant the TV series would surely be well-made.


    What was even more delightful was that Ningning had also been selected.


    Currently, they were filming the adult scenes. The children''s scenes wouldn''t be shot until July, which would coincide with the summer holidays and wouldn''t interfere with their studies. The two little girls had be good friends after being selected by the same production.


    As for Chen Men, after the children started school, she had to seriously deal with public rtions at Factory 271.


    Two hundred demobilized soldiers - it was a nightmare. What was she going to do with them?


    Given the current market environment, even Xue Mingfang, who hade with grand ambitions to run the factory, was at a loss.


    Factory 271 used to produce old-fashioned pure cotton military uniforms, belts, and shoes. While the production lines could still be used, nowadays people pursued branded clothing. With clothing factories of all sizes springing up like mushrooms after rain, no one wanted their products even at discounted prices. How should they produce clothes, and how could they sell them once produced?


    "Chief, isn''t this task a bit too challenging?" The more Xue Mingfang thought about it, the more his scalp tingled with anxiety.


    Chen Men raised an eyebrow: "Isn''t it?"


    "Those five hundred people..."


    "First, call in twenty or thirty of them. Take out the unsold clothes from the factory and set up stalls at the entrance of various shopping centers. Put up a sign saying ''Clearance Sale''," Chen Men said.


    Clearance sales weren''tmon yet at this time.


    It was a trendy thing to do.


    People are always looking for bargains. As long as they hear about discounted products, even if it''s just eggs that are one cent cheaper but require two bus trips costing twenty cents, they''re willing to go. First, they needed to sell off some inventory to get some cash flow, get the factory moving, and then she would slowly figure out how to find the startup capital.


    Since Xue Mingfang had sold adult films before, he must know how to handle sales.


    Military orders were absolute. He immediately saluted: "Yes, Chief!" and left at a run.


    Today was the first day of school. Chen Men had transferred Little Lang to a new school, paying an extra thirty yuan per semester to move him to the Dongfang Group''s kindergarten. However, she still had to go to his original kindergarten.


    To confront Wang Yuhan.


    That little troublemaker, she had to confront him.


    But this time she was even more frustrated because Wang Yuhan had also transferred schools and wasn''t attending this semester.


    This meant that the child who had bullied Little Lang before was now like a needle in a haystack in this city of nearly 2 million people. Unless she actively searched for him or happened to bump into him by chance, she wouldn''t be able to find him.


    Chen Men was already quite annoyed, and when she returned to the vige entrance, she ran into Yan Xishan, who was chatting with Yan Sanye.


    Yan Sanye was poking Yan Xishan with his cane: "Look at your centipede legs and ant waist, don''t you know how to fatten yourself up a bit?"


    Yan Xishan was yelping in pain from the poking, constantly exining: "The doctor said my liver isn''t good, that''s why I''ve already quit drinking. Don''t worry, old man, I''ll fatten myself up soon."


    Seeing Chen Men from afar, he first thoroughly admired her white suit, woolen coat, and leather shoes before walking over with a grin: "Men."


    "Get lost," Chen Men said.


    Yan Xishan neither left nor got angry. He still enthusiastically said, "I''ve recently negotiated for two mines, the total purchase price is fifty thousand yuan. Qi Songlu won''t give me the money, you need to say something about this."


    Chen Men then answered, "Alright." The mines bought now also belonged to Yuanyuan, and each additional mine meant one more investment in safe production. There was money in the ount anyway, and this money could be spent. Chen Men would talk to Qi Songlu about it.


    "I also want to buy a Great Wall micrputer," Yan Xishan added.


    Chen Men nodded readily: "That''s fine."


    Seeing Chen Men in a good mood, Yan Xishan smiled and said, "Men, look how well off you are now, with a son and a daughter, while I''m still single. We used to be a couple, and you know my character better than anyone. Can you help me arrange a match? I''m thinking of formally talking to Qi Songlu."


    This statement made Chen Men pause: "Really?"


    Currently, Qi Songlu''s situation was like this: after gaining fame on television, her parents were willing to acknowledge her, but she didn''t pay them any attention. Wang Ding''an also frequently harassed her, even absurdly hoping to remarry her, but she didn''t pay much attention to him either. If it was about introducing someone, Chen Men could pass on the message, but she instinctively felt that Qi Songlu wasn''t interested.


    Yan Xishan suddenly lifted his shirt to show his waist: "Haven''t you noticed something missing from my waist?"


    When it came to cunning, Chen Men was no match for Yan Xishan. His mind worked too quickly, and if you weren''t careful, he could sell you out in a heartbeat.


    "Recently, our Xiping City has cell phones now. One isn''t expensive, just twenty thousand yuan. If you approve the money for me to buy one, I''ll talk to Qi Songlu about dating," Yan Xishan added.


    Chen Men suddenly understood. Yan Xishan had no real intention of dating Qi Songlu. Knowing that she was concerned about Qi Songlu''s marriage prospects, he first used the prospect of dating to make her happy, but his real goal was to spend tens of thousands of yuan on a cell phone.


    "You just wait then," she said, walking past Yan Xishan towards her home.


    "You must approve the money, you know. All the other nouveau riche in Xiping City have cell phones, I must have one too," Yan Xishan shouted, following behind her.


    Right at her doorstep, Chen Men encountered two more people.


    It was an oddbination: one was Qi Songlu, and the other was Yan Wei.


    Yan Wei was in a white shirt and ck pants, looking like an old cadre, while Qi Songlu also wore a white shirt and ck pants, resembling an old ountant.


    Qi Songlu hade to report ounts to Chen Men after she got off work, and while waiting for her, she was picking vegetables at the garbage station.


    Yan Wei had already found employment in the Propaganda Department of Xiping City. He was currently a staff member, usually living in the unit''s dormitory in the city, but woulde home on weekends and stay overnight at One Brigade.


    He was observant and hardworking. Seeing Qi Songlu picking vegetables, he voluntarily helped her.


    Surprisingly, their appearances had a particrly harmonious andpatible feel.


    A thought crossed Chen Men''s mind that these two might make a good match.


    However, Yan Wei was a government leader, and he might look down on Qi Songlu, who was just a working girl.


    Qi Songlu briefly reported the day''s ounts, as well as the outstanding payments and settlement times for Xishan Company, before returning next door to cook for herself.


    After Qi Songlu left, Yan Wei asked, "Is she your neighbor? She seems quite introverted. I asked her a couple questions, but she didn''t say a word."


    "She has a good temperament, she just doesn''t like talking to strangers. She''s excellent at bookkeeping and very meticulous in her daily life," Chen Men first praised Qi Songlu, then asked, "It''s not the weekend, why did youe, Second Brother?"


    Yan Wei got straight to the point: "Gu Xiao said he''sing back. The city assigned me the task of hosting him."


    Chen Men was opening the main door when she dropped the lock with a ng: "Really?"


    Yan Wei picked up the lock and opened the door: "Father heard about it in the capital and was furious. He called to say if I dare to host him, I''m no longer his son. But how can I not host him? Our department has quotas for attracting investment now. Each person has to bring in hundreds of thousands in foreign investment annually. If we don''t meet the target, the section chief, who''s three years younger than me, can berate me in front of everyone. What am I supposed to do?"


    Working as a civil servant in the government, the lowest levels are the hardest.


    Every leader can scold you, the tasks are heavy, the sry is low, and mainly, you have to suffer abuse.


    In the army, Yan Wei was a leader, respected by others.


    But now that he''s transferred to civilian work, starting from the bottom, he''s the lowest-ranking soldier in the unit.


    And now, it''s an era when all parts of the country are vigorously pursuing development, creating wealth, opening their doors to weepatriots from Hong Kong, Macau and Taiwan, and striving to attract foreign investment.


    The urban mantra is: Only by looking towards money can we look towards the future!


    The rural mobilization slogan is: One person going out to work can ease the whole family''s finances.


    The national slogan: Poverty is shameful, wealth is glorious.


    The propaganda slogan for Yan Wei''s department is: Foreign investors are benefactors, merchants are family. As long as drinking doesn''t kill you, drink till you drop. As long as investors are willing to invest, we''re not afraid of drinking till we get gastric prpse.


    The provincial leaders heard rumors from somewhere that a big foreign investor from Singapore wasing to Xiping City, and they also heard that he had some roundabout connection with Yan Wei. The leaders used threats, enticements, and intimidation to make him secure the deal, not letting the investor leave without investing at least 700,000 or 800,000 in Xiping City.


    Yan Wei had recently spoken on the phone with Gu Xiao''s side, though he hadn''t talked to Gu Xiao personally. But from the secretary''s tone, he could tell that Gu Xiao didn''t have a good impression of any of the three brothers.


    He was onlying to pay respects at Su Wen''s grave.


    Moreover, he made it clear that among the Yan family children, he would only see Yan Zhao and no one else.


    Under these circumstances, how could Yan Wei ask Gu Xiao for investment?


    Furthermore, Yan Wei disliked Gu Xiao just as much as Yan Zhao did. Asking him to grovel and beg Gu Xiao for investment funds was something Yan Wei simply couldn''t do.


    Now, all departments use signed vouchers for entertainment expenses. Many people take these vouchers and bring their parents, wives, and children out to eat. They enjoy good wine and food together, then sign the bill and leave, with the government footing the bill. Some people have gotten tired of the good food, so they order a whole table, eat a few bites and leave, wastingrge amounts of meat and fish.


    At first, Yan Wei couldn''t stand it, but gradually he was assimted. Since wasting food and drink on entertainment had be the norm, he thought he might as well take the kids out for a good meal today. After all, the department could reimburse it under the name of "entertainment expenses"!


    As Yan Wei was rambling on, he suddenly heard Yan Zhao ask solemnly from behind: "What entertainment expenses?"


    Yan Wei turned around with a smile and said, "Our department''s entertainment budget. Let''s go have a meal. I heard a restaurant recently added some great dishes, all high-end specialties."


    "Aren''t entertainment expenses meant for hosting foreign guests? You''re taking us out to eat, are we foreign guests?" Yan Zhao retorted.


    Yan Wei smiled and said, "You could change clothes and pretend to be a bodyguard, Men could be the manager. That''s what everyone in our department does. It''s government money, why not eat it?"


    "Just because everyone does it, does that make it right?" Yan Zhao confronted his brother.


    Yan Wei was left speechless by Yan Zhao, but fortunately Yan Zhao didn''t scold him further. He handed the vegetables to Yan Wei: "Hulutou. This is the best specialty. Come cook with me."


    The 2,000 yuan borrowed when Sun Nutao was sick had finally been reimbursed, and Zou Jie had given it back to Yan Zhao.


    Because Chen Men had been talking recently about wanting to eat hulutou paomo, but was afraid the water was too cold in early spring and outside vendors wouldn''t clean the hulutou thoroughly, she hadn''t dared to eat it. So Yan Zhao went to the market and bought pork intestines, stomach, pork, and chicken frames, nning to go back and make the soup himself. He also specially bought the tbread from the alley behind the Public Security Bureau, the chewiest bread he''d ever eaten. The sugar garlic was pickled by himself a while ago.


    Self-washed intestines are clean, the pickled garlic has no artificial sweeteners, and the bread is chewy.


    What makes a good dish? Isn''t this it?


    "Let''s eat at home. No extravagant waste outside," Yan Zhao said as he tossed the intestines into the basin.


    When Yan Wei saw the hulutou, he was also happy. This was something he had be fond of since returning to Xiping City. After apanying clients and drinking all day, eating a bowl of hot hulutou was much morefortable than those expensive dishes like pangolin or turtle soup in restaurants.


    The two brothers washed the intestines together. Yan Wei originally wanted to talk to Yan Zhao about Gu Xiao''s matter.


    But looking at Yan Zhao seriously scrubbing the intestines with rolled-up sleeves, he could only sigh in his heart.


    Yan Zhao seemed to have lost a lot of weight recently, making his features appear even more defined. His crew cut, thick hair stood up distinctly strand by strand. As a child, this brother was also like this - quiet, not very likeable, with extremely strong self-esteem. He never took any abuse from anyone, whether verbally or physically, and always sought to thoroughly conquer the other party, both morally and physically. There was a reason why Gu Xiao said he would only see Yan Zhao when he came, and just for one meeting before leaving. Wang Gebi had been in continuous correspondence with Gu Xiao for many years, and in his letters, he had portrayed their father and sons asplete devils. So Gu Xiao was particrly averse to them, but they didn''t know exactly what Wang Gebi had told Gu Xiao.


    This made things even more troublesome.


    Yan Wei was afraid that once his brother met Gu Xiao, the two mighte to blows.


    But today they were having a good meal, so Yan Wei decided not to bring this up yet. He''d find time to talk to his brother about it tomorrow.


    Speaking of which, Chen Men seemed happier today than during Yan Wei''s previous visits. She was calcting ounts on a calctor, asionally biting her lip and smiling.


    She wore a white suit jacket with a camel-colored wool coat over it, teal slim-fit trousers, and slip-on high-heeled leather shoes. With fair skin and a youthful appearance, she exuded a particrly healthy and vibrant energy. This waspletely different from the constantly sickly Mi Lan, and also unlike Zhou Xueqin, who always red at people as if everyone owed her something.


    Yan Wei sincerely felt that his brother had found a good daughter-inw for their family. Seeing her smile, he asked Yan Zhao, "Is there some good news in your family? Men looks so happy."


    Yan Zhao also smiled: "Nothing special. Second Brother, go get some flour, I need to scrub the intestines."


    However, halfway through his sentence, he stopped smiling, and looked at the doorway with confusion. His hand tightened on the intestines, and with a slippery sound, the vinegar sauce sshed onto Yan Wei''s trouser leg.


    Yan Wei looked up and saw Xue Mingfang walking in from outside with Yuanyuan on his back, Little Lang in his arms, holding Little Wang''s hand, and carrying a basket of vegetables in the other hand.


    "Oh, what a coincidence, I also bought intestines, nning to make hulutou," Xue Mingfang said, looking at the Yan brothers.


    Yan Zhao questioned him one sentence after another: "Didn''t I help you move a bed? Weren''t you supposed to move to 271 to live tonight? Such a big factory, we''ve already withdrawn the police security. If you don''t watch the gate, what if things get stolen?"


    Under Yan Zhao''s suspicious gaze, Xue Mingfang put Little Lang into Chen Men''s arms, then set Yuanyuan down as well. He smiled and said, "As it happens, I have a few veteranrades in Xiping City who want to work with us. I recruited them to the factory in advance. Sister-inw, just because the kids like me, I have to stay at your ce for a few more days."


    "Yay!" The children were delighted.


    The courtyard was full of people, with several men vying to help, aiming to produce a pot of clean, steaming hulutou.


    Only Chen Men was biting her lip, wondering how she could get 700,000 yuan in investment from Gu Xiao.

 Chapter 98

    In her previous life, Chen Men spent over a decade as a lonely, bored wealthy housewife. To add some prestige to her life, and also because Lu Jingyu feared she might interfere with his phndering, he enrolled her in many sses. She grew tired of flower arranging and tea ceremonies, and evenpleted an MBA, earning a master''s degree in business administration.


    Those studies from her past life had been useless then, but in this life, they gave her wings.


    Regarding product manufacturing and sales, she had a clear n in mind.


    For those wanting to do business, this was the best era. The market had just opened up, and by seizing opportunities early and capturing market share, as long as one managed carefully and didn''t make fatal mistakes, profits were guaranteed.


    The only thing missing was startup capital. With it, Chen Men could get that big factory up and running.


    Gu Xiao was a ready-made investor. Since he wasing, Chen Men definitely needed to find a way to get him to invest. However, she hadn''t expected him toe so early, and currently, her initial investment of 300,000 yuan hadn''t shown any returns yet.


    Businesspeople are always profit-driven; no one would casually throw money away on charity.


    How could she make that 300,000 yuan show some effect?


    "You seem preupied today. Why aren''t you sleeping yet?" Yan Zhao noticed Chen Men tossing and turning, so he asked.


    Yan Zhao''s own attitude was to encourage Gu Xiao''s investment in Xiping City. Sun Nutao had just passed away, so he was probably troubled too. Chen Men decided not to mention this matter to him for now.


    On the contrary, ever since Xue Mingfang had moved in, this guy had been hugging her to sleep every night, on high alert at the slightest sound from the other room. Chen Men btedly realized that Yan Zhao was so concerned about Xue Mingfang.


    The young man was in his early twenties, so handsome, and still had 18-year-old Liu Jingjing in his heart. She didn''t know what kind of unnecessary jealousy he was feeling, but of course, she had to reassure Yan Zhao: "Third Brother, I''ll talk to Xue Mingfang and have him move to Factory 271 starting tomorrow."


    Yan Zhao blurted out one word: "Good!"


    As he gently stroked Chen Men''s shoulder, Yan Zhao suddenly remembered that before their divorce, Zhou Xueqin had pointed at his nose and said that a man like him would never have a woman truly love him. Zhou Xueqin had also said that in the future, even if he thought a woman truly loved him, she would always have various ulterior motives.


    He was a pitiful creature when it came to emotions in this life.


    But for some reason, there was a woman like Chen Men who truly loved him, could tolerate his bad temper, and understood his thoughts. Although they didn''t talk much, every word she said touched his heart.


    After thinking for a while, Yan Zhao suddenly lifted the other quilt and rolled into it.


    For a week straight, Chen Men had just gotten used to living together, being able to rest her head on his arm when her pillow felt too soft, hugging him when it was hot because he was cool, and when it was cold because he was warm. Just as she had gotten used to sleeping like this, why did he move away?


    "Let''s sleep together. Are you afraid I''ll eat you or something?" Chen Men said.


    "I can''t control myself," Yan Zhao answered righteously from the other quilt.


    Chen Men knew that recently, he had been sleeping in the same quilt because of his sense of crisis due to Xue Mingfang living in their home. Now that he heard Xue Mingfang was leaving, he had let his guard down. So she held back herughter and said, "I''ve seen you controlling yourself quite welltely. Third Brother,e sleep together? Hmm?"


    Yan Zhao wanted to say more, but didn''t know what to say, so he just blurted out: "Go to sleep quickly."


    Chen Men was patient enough, but in bed, she always felt particrly annoyed by this rigid man.


    Summer was approaching, and in summer his body was especially cool, veryfortable to hug, like a natural air conditioner.


    Chen Men had to think of a way to get this stubborn mule to sleep in the same quilt with her in the future.


    ...


    Having a goal in life gives one something to strive for.


    Although she still didn''t know exactly when Gu Xiao woulde, or what his attitude would be when he arrived.


    But it was good timing that the workers from the Xingda Construction Team were free recently. Using their own people, while having Xue Mingfang lead the young soldiers to sell the stockpiled military uniforms, leather shoes, and belts everywhere, they could use the money earned to buy cement, steel, tiles, and panels, and first give Factory 271 a general renovation.


    Factory 271 was considered Gu Xiao''s factory, so they had to improve its image. When Gu Xiao came to inspect, he would then readily invest.


    The "Return to the City" film crew had gone to northern Shaanxi for on-location shooting.


    To speed up progress, Chen Men had even specially driven with Yan Bin to northern Shaanxi to discuss with Zhou Yu about editing at least two episodes by the time Gu Xiao arrived, so he would know his money wasn''t wasted.


    Busily upied like this, summer vacation arrived in the blink of an eye.


    Chen Men estimated that Gu Xiao would being soon, but Factory 271 was only half renovated, far from achieving the effect she wanted. The TV series had also just started filming a little bit. She was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.


    But Yan Wei had contacted the other party and received confirmed news that they knew Xiping City was like a furnace in summer, too hot, and feared the old man''s body couldn''t handle it. They woulde in September when the weather cooled down.


    This gave Chen Men some more time. As soon as summer vacation started, Yuanyuan and Ningning were apanied by Qin Yu to northern Shaanxi for filming. It was perfect timing to let Zhou Yu edit a segment of the children''s scenes, which should have an even greater impact.


    A week after sending Yuanyuan off, Chen Men had a day off and nned to visit the newly opened People''s Department Store.


    Since it was the weekend, she made ns with Qi Songlu and also called Yan Wei, asking him toe y with the two children. Actually, she wanted to create an opportunity to see if there was any possibility between Yan Wei and Qi Songlu.


    As soon as summer vacation started, Little Wang had been running around everywhere with Xue Mingfang selling clothes. They had covered the whole city, so he wasn''t very interested in shopping at the mall. But he heard there were "big brother" mobile phones for sale in the mall that you could hold in your hand to make calls, and each one cost twenty thousand yuan. So he enthusiastically followed Chen Men, wanting to see the legendary "big brother" phone.


    Just as they stopped the car at the entrance of the mall, they encountered a bigmotion.


    A crowd of people was gathered around one spot, with firecrackers and ceremonial cannons going off loudly. Amidst the crowd, there were bursts of exmations.


    Someone was shouting: "Make way! This thing is extremely expensive. You can''t afford to bump into it and break it!"


    Little Wang loved to watch excitement the most. He jumped up and down trying to see what all the fuss was about, but after hopping for a while, his head was still too short to see. Just as he was getting anxious, someone suddenly picked him up.


    Worried it might be someone trying to kidnap a child?


    Little Wang reached out to scratch, kicked his feet, and opened his mouth ready to shout for mom. But when he turned his head to see who was holding him, he smiled: "Yuanyuan''s dad."


    Yan Xishan held Little Wang up, his eyes sparkling: "Did you see what Xiong Dapao''s ''big brother'' phone looks like?"


    It turned out today''s bigmotion was because Xiong Dapao had bought a "big brother" mobile phone and brought hispany''s people to receive it, even setting off firecrackers and hanging red decorations.


    Little Wang held his breath and focused intently. He saw in the middle of the crowd, the suit-d Xiong Dapao held up one hand high, pointing and tapping at something that looked like a ck brick. It was exactly like the "big brother" phone used by Ko Chun in the Hong Kong film "God of Gamblers".


    After connecting the call, who knows who was on the other end, Xiong Dapao said in his Shaanxi ent: "Hello, Dad, it''s me. Have you eaten yet?" It turned out he was calling his father.


    "It''s so fancy, stylish, and incredibly good-looking," Little Wang eximed.


    Xiong Dapao, holding the "big brother" phone, had specially styled his hair like Andy Lau today. Dressed in a ck suit, with the "big brother" phone as an essory, he looked just like he had stepped out of a movie.


    Stylish, handsome - Little Wang''s eyes turned red with envy.


    Xiong Dapao''s entourage was sorge that they pushed and shoved, nearly knocking Chen Men and Qi Songlu to the ground.


    Yan Xishan held Little Wang with one arm, had to grab Little Lang with the other, and still managed to squeeze close to Chen Men''s ear to shout: "Men, did you see? That person who just walked by is our new People''s Congress representative Xiong Dapao. He has a ''big brother'' phone, so I must have one too. Let me buy one, and I''ll date Qi Songlu, how about that?"


    Chen Men was almost pushed off bnce by the crowd, but she was still looking at Xiong Dapao from afar.


    The handsome soldier she had once almost married was now holding up a "big brother" phone, looking incredibly grand.


    Compared to the hardworking, shrewd, business-savvy Xiong Dapao, the mischievous Yan Xishan was simply not worth mentioning.


    Chen Men rolled her eyes and said: "I was indeed nning to introduce a date to Qi Songlu today. If the blind date is sessful, I''ll personally give him a ''big brother'' phone."


    Yan Xishan thought Chen Men was talking about him and was just starting to grin when he suddenly saw Chen Men waving towards the distance, calling out: "Second Brother, I''m over here."


    Yan Xishan turned his head and saw it was Yan Wei, who squeezed through the crowd and came over. He said to the two children, "Finally, I don''t have to drink and socialize today. Come on, Little Lang and Little Wang, uncle will take you to y."


    Chen Men reached out and grabbed Little Wang, who was about to run off. She deliberately said, "Second brother, I suddenly remembered something. The water at home is shut off, and I left the faucet on. You, Songlu, and Little Lang wait here for me. I''ll go home and turn off the water."


    With that, she pulled Little Wang along and turned to leave.


    Yan Xishan understood a bit. Chen Men was deliberately stringing him along, wanting him and Yan Wei topete in pursuing Qi Songlu. As the saying goes, men at thirty are in full bloom, while women at thirty are like bean curd dregs. Given Yan Xishan''s status and background, if he really wanted to get married, people would be willing to introduce even college students who hadn''t graduated yet to him.


    The reason he was willing to marry Qi Songlu was that he wanted to use money more conveniently after marriage.


    With his hands on his hips, Yan Xishan was half furious.


    Yes, now no one in Xiping City called Qi Songlu a prostitute or bar hostess anymore, but hanging out with a bunch of coal miners all day, how good could her reputation be? When a piece of tofu falls on the ground, even if you wash it and pick it up, is it clean tofu? No, it can only be tofu dregs.


    Yan Xishan still needed to hurry back to learnputer operations, so he wouldn''t join in thismotion.


    After Yan Wei looked down on Qi Songlu and ignored her, then he would make his move.


    A thirty-year-old piece of tofu dregs, he really didn''t take Qi Songlu seriously.


    It was actually the weekend, and there was no water shut-off at all. Yan Zhao was still at home cleaning.


    As soon as Little Wang was pulled into the car by Chen Men, he immediately blurted out, "Mom, you want to introduce a girlfriend to my second uncle, and it''s Aunt Qi, right?"


    Chen Men was very surprised: "How did you figure it out?"


    Little Wang was quite proud: "My original mom used to do this all the time."


    Zhou Xueqin had many friends and used to like ying matchmaker. She often had Little Wang act as a third wheel, after all, blind dates usually involved meals, and if you didn''t bring a child, an unmarried man and woman walking together would be seen as indecent. So Little Wang had been to many such dinners when he was little.


    Before going, Zhou Xueqin would remind him, "Don''t talk too much, eat whatever you see, and make sure to fill your belly."


    Speaking of Zhou Xueqin, Little Wang sat happily in the back seat, smiling and thinking that she must be living well now.


    The long period of rtively peaceful life had faded the memory of being beaten and scolded, and the resentment. Now when Little Wang thought of Zhou Xueqin, he felt very calm and sincerely hoped that she could be as happy as he was.


    Getting out of the car, the little one bounced and jumped: "Dad, we''re back! Have you made dinner?"


    But as soon as he faced the door, Little Wang was startled and suddenly stood still.


    Because right at his courtyard gate, next to the big peony tree, stood a woman wearing a pink short skirt, a silk scarf, with hair permed like a big chicken nest, and sunsses.


    The woman had very thin lips, and when she smiled, Little Wang immediately recognized her. He rushed towards Chen Men: "Mom, it''s not good, that, that..."


    Zhou Xueqin was carrying a small handbag, wearing a pink dress, with an extremely strong perfume scent, fashionable and stylish. She grasped Chen Men''s hand: "Men, it''s been so long, I''ve missed you so much."


    Then turning to look at Little Wang, she smiled at her son, reached into her bag, and pulled out a hundred-yuan note in brick red color. She held it up to Little Wang''s nose, gently tickling it, and said deliberately: "Here, son, take it and spend it."


    Little Wang didn''t take the money, he just lifted his head and stared nkly at his birth mother.


    She was fatter than before, with a thickyer of white powder on her face, but her neck and arms were waxy yellow. There were faint dark circles under her eyes. She was wearing sandals, and both her feet were covered in white dead skin. The heels of the sandals were crooked, obviously, she must walk a lot in her daily life.


    Chen Men had juste up to greet her. Seeing Zhou Xueqin, she wasn''t surprised. After all, it had been two or three years. She had been making money in Yangcheng City, reportedly doing quite well. When people have money, they inevitably want to return home in glory.


    Zhou Xueqin was here to show off her sess.


    She didn''t juste alone, but brought a guest, her father Zhou Renyi.


    He was the only person in the entire Zhou family that Yan Zhao respected.


    Chen Men entered the courtyard and saw arge pile of stic bags on the kitchen steps, some containing clothes, others shoes, stacked in rows. Obviously, these were gifts she had brought for Little Lang and Little Wang.


    Zhou Xueqin smiled, waiting for Chen Men''s inspection.


    When Chen Men''s gaze fell on arge cardboard box, she said with undisguised pride: "Have you heard, Subor has released a learning machine? I bought a learning machine for the kids to y with."


    If the ultimate dream of all Chinese men was to have a big brother mobile phone,


    The dream of children was to have a Subor learning machine.


    She reached out to touch her son and asked, "Do you like it?"


    Not only did his birth mother have money now, but she had even bought him a learning machine that he had only seen in TVmercials. Little Wang''s heart was pounding, almost leaping out of his chest.


    But just then, Yan Zhao said in a low voice: "Yan Wangqi, go inside."


    Little Wang was afraid of his dad and scurried off to the bedroom at thismand.


    Yan Zhao sat with Zhou''s father under the shade of the locust tree, drinking tea and chatting.


    After Chen Men entered, he said to Zhou''s father: "Since we''re already divorced, and Little Lang and Little Wang are in my custody, I won''t ask for child support from Zhou Xueqin, but I also won''t ept anything she sends for the children. You can take the things back. When Little Lang returns, let Zhou Xueqin see him for a moment, that''s all. As for her saying she wants to take the children to stay at your house for a few days, that''s absolutely not allowed."


    It turned out Zhou Xueqin not only came to visit the children but also wanted to take the two sons back to stay at her home for two days.


    Zhou''s father was hard of hearing, one eye was blind, and his head would shake neurotically.


    With his mouth wide open, he struggled to look at Yan Zhao with his one cloudy eye, and after a while said: "Xueqin has changed now, she has money now." The old man understood one truth: "When people have money, everything gets better. She also wants to show love to the children."


    "No." Yan Zhao said coldly, spitting out another word.


    As Zhou''s father was about to open his mouth again, Zhou Xueqin suddenly scolded her father: "Dad, I''ll handle everything, you keep quiet."


    Turning back, she pulled Chen Men to sit in the shade under the kitchen eaves, handed Chen Men a bottle of Jianlibao, and asked with a smile: "Has Men tried this drink before? It''s new, very popr in Yangcheng City now."


    Chen Men, being an old-fashioneddy, only drank cold boiled water in summer and hot water in winter, never touching soft drinks.


    "I haven''t tried it," she said.


    It was evident that Zhou Xueqin indeed had some money, but the bag she carried was a poor-quality fake brand, the heels of her sandals were worn down, though the dress fit well. She still looked quite pretty, but signs of age were very obvious. Sitting in the sunlight, when she smiled, there was a ring of deep crow''s feet around her eyes.


    Looking at her, Chen Men was reminded of herself in her past life, exactly like Zhou Xueqin at this moment.


    Zhou Xueqin smiled again and said: "I heard from my sister that you started a construction team, but it''s not making much money, is that right?"


    As things stood now, if a construction team could make a profit of sixty to seventy thousand a year after expenses, that was already very good. Chen Degong had made exactly thirty thousandst year and even bought three houses, but to avoid unnecessary trouble, the siblings had an understanding to keep the big ounts hidden from Zhou Qiaofang and not tell her the truth.


    As for 271, it was a demonstration factory transferred from a military factory, and the news was being suppressed, so outsiders had no idea that Chen Men was now the general manager of such arge factory.


    A person''s economic situation should be judged from their environment. Men''s courtyard was kept very clean and tidy, but the house didn''t even have tilesid, and the doors and windows hadn''t been reced with the now popr aluminum alloy ones. In Zhou Xueqin''s view, this was a sign of not having money.


    She naturally assumed Chen Men wasn''t making money.


    Chen Men was deeply versed in the art of keeping a low profile, and besides, even if she had money, there was no need to show off to Zhou Xueqin. So she nodded: "Yes, we haven''t made much money. We''re just living an ordinary life."


    Zhou Xueqin didn''t know the inside story of Xishan Company, but she had heard that Yan Xishan had almost been elected as a people''s representative. Feeling both envious and emotional, she said: "I also heard that Yan Xishan is doing quite well, now considered the top leader in the coal mining industry in Xiping City."


    Since the beginning of this year, with the sharp increase in coal demand, Yan Xishan had sessively merged several bankrupt small mines. With nearly 200,000 in working capital on the books, his position in the coal industry was indeed unshakeable.


    Chen Men nodded and said, "Yes."


    "I heard Little Lang is also in good health. Men, we must thank you for all of this, thank you for your hard work and willingness to endure hardship," Zhou Xueqin sighed, holding Chen Men''s hand.


    However, the moment she held Chen Men''s hand, Zhou Xueqin was shocked.


    Because Men''s hands were just like they had been in her previous life, before she divorced Yan Zhao - delicate and soft, with a natural glow to the skin.


    While her own hands were withered, pale, and rough beyond recognition.


    This was how it was with Zhou Xueqin: back when they were at the wool mill, her father Zhou Renyi was in charge of arranging matches. He wanted to introduce Men to Xiong Dapao, but she had been a bit petty at the time and declined the match on Chen Men''s behalf. Instead, she introduced a girl she was friendly with to Xiong Dapao, and introduced Chen Men to Yan Xishan, whose family and economic conditions wereparatively worse.


    After her reincarnation, wanting the best for Men, but mainly for her own two children, she had introduced Men to Yan Zhao instead.


    And knowing Yan Zhao''s nature well, and also knowing that Men was only making small money from some engineering projects rather than any significant wealth, she had no intention of going back on that decision.


    But looking at Chen Men''s soft, delicate hands, she couldn''t help but feel bitter about her own situation.


    In her busy life, Zhou Xueqin was definitely better off financially than in her previous life - she could buy a 300-yuan Subor Learning Machine whenever she wanted, and as long as she was willing to work hard, making money was very easy in this era.


    But her hands would never return to what they once were.


    After carefully examining Men''s hands for a while, Zhou Xueqin said, "By the way, Men, aren''t city properties cheap now? I heard many people are selling their houses. Don''t mind if they''re old or small, if you have money, stock up on several properties. Listen to your sister, I won''t let you down."


    Chen Men merely gave a soft "mm" and answered, "Okay."


    Being reborn in this era, probably everyone would frantically buy and hoard properties, waiting for real estate values to skyrocket and be wealthy. Chen Men, who wasn''t buying houses, was the anomaly.


    After pondering for a moment, Zhou Xueqin continued, "I recently heard that Yan Wei and Mi Lan got divorced, and Mi Lan''s mother Wang Gebi was imprisoned. We had a mother''s old friend called Gu Xiao who''s about to return to the country, right?"


    "Yes," said Chen Men.


    Zhou Xueqin remarked, "That''s quite early."


    This mention of Gu Xiao sparked Chen Men''s interest in Zhou Xueqin for the first time since her rebirth.


    In her previous life, she had personally experienced everything that happened with Yan Zhao. She knew more clearly than Chen Men whether Gu Xiao had evere to Xiping City in the previous life, what meetings had urred between him and Yan Zhao after his arrival, and whether there had been any conflicts.


    So Chen Men remained silent, wanting to hear what else Zhou Xueqin had to say.


    Zhou Xueqin sighed deeply and continued, "I had anticipated the misunderstanding between our mother and father, and also predicted that Yan Zhao would make our father regret it, but I never expected Wang Gebi would go to prison. I thought she would take Mi Lan and Yan Wei to America. Yan Wei has always been soft-natured andpletely under Mi Lan''s thumb - I never imagined they would divorce."


    From Zhou Xueqin''s words, Chen Men suddenly realized that in the previous life, Yan Zhao must have also discovered the truth about Yan Xing''s death. However, because he chose to remain estranged from Yan Peiheng, he never uncovered Wang Gebi''s military property trafficking scheme.


    As a result, Wang Gebi had fled to America with her ill-gotten wealth to enjoy a life of luxury.


    Zhou Xueqin had experienced all of this, but since it didn''t concern her or the 300,000 yuan, even after her rebirth, she chose to turn a blind eye.


    It wasn''t until Wang Gebi''s recent arrest and Mi Lan and Yan Wei''s divorce that she realized how dramatically things had changed.


    In the Wang Gebi incident, Zhou Xueqin was a victim, so she should be happy about it.


    Logically, she should also have suspected that Chen Men might have been reborn too.


    However, Chen Men lived such a simple life, hadn''t moved to a new house, and maintained a modest household, which prevented Zhou Xueqin from harboring any suspicions.


    She attributed all these changes to the fact that she had helped Yan Zhao marry a virtuous and kind wife. She felt quite pleased with herself, believing that her rebirth had made everyone better.


    "I suppose you know that Old Master Gu Xiao is extremely wealthy in Singapore, practically considered a tycoon," Zhou Xueqin continued enthusiastically, still holding Chen Men''s hand. "If you''re not in big business, you wouldn''t know - even the smallest favor from someone like that could set us up for life. Just a small investment from him could save us half a lifetime of struggle."


    The reborn Zhou Xueqin must have met Gu Xiao in her previous life.


    Like flies drawn to honey, businesspeople chase profit. Having heard about Gu Xiao''s impending arrival, she hade sniffing around, hoping to secure some investment.


    Seeking investment was like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea - each showing their unique abilities.


    Once Gu Xiao arrived, the Xiping City leadership would organize meetings between him and numerous private entrepreneurs, like concubinespeting for the emperor''s favor, all vying for investment funds. Whoever secured the funding would be the victor, earning high praise from the government.


    In Zhou Xueqin''s eyes, Chen Men was still just a naive fool.


    What better time than now to gather more intelligence about Gu Xiao?

 Chapter 99

    Zhou Xueqin''s transformation after her rebirth was truly remarkable. Gu Xiao, who was supposed to return to the country in 1995, had originally nned to invest in Xiping City upon his arrival. However, due to certain circumstances, he ended up not investing a single penny in Xiping City.


    Zhou Xueqin''s current situation is as follows: Last year, after earning a sum of capital, she and Lu Jingyu opened a private factory in Yangcheng City, where they sourced raw materials and produced pagers. However, the pager market is currently oversaturated, so although sales are good, profits are not high.


    Upon hearing that Gu Xiao would be returning to the country earlier than expected, Zhou Xueqin decisively returned to Xiping City. She had already rented a factory, obtained a business license, and registered with the Municipal Propaganda Department, all in preparation to secure this investment.


    She was well-versed in the events of her previous life, even having met Gu Xiao once in the courtyard of the First Brigade. With this advantage, she was highly confident in securing the investment.


    However, there was a significant obstacle to ovee.


    There was a person who would cause Gu Xiao to develop a deep prejudice against the entire Hua Country. Originally, he hade with arge sum of investment funds, but ultimately decided against investing. After personally touching Su Wen''s ashes, he returned to Singapore and passed away shortly after, leaving his entire estate to the local government.


    Zhou Xueqin knew who this obstacle was.


    But she couldn''t tell Chen Men that she had been reborn; she had to approach the matter indirectly.


    Thinking about it, she said, "You probably don''t know, but there''s someone from Yanguan Vige who has been in contact with Gu Xiao all along. There''s also a girl from our vige who is currently taking care of him. Gu Xiao even arranges for someone to sweep our mother''s grave and offer incense every year."


    This genuinely surprised Chen Men.


    Who could it be from Yanguan Vige who had gone abroad?


    And the gate of the First Brigade was always locked; who would go to offer incense? Could it be a neighbor?


    But the neighbors didn''t have the key either, and Chen Men hadn''t seen anyone ask Yan Zhao for the key.


    "The gate of the First Brigade is locked, and I haven''t seen anyone go to offer incense to our mother," Chen Men said.


    Zhou Xueqin exined, "The mystery lies here. The person Gu Xiao sent didn''t go to the First Brigade. Isn''t our mother''s ashes box known only to Yan Zhao? But Gu Xiao knows. He didn''t ask anyone; he guessed it based on his understanding of our mother. All these years, he has been quietly sending someone to visit the ashes box."


    Chen Men was a bit moved by the future benefactor.


    Su Wen''s ashes box was ced ording to Su Wen''s wishes by Yan Zhao in a certain ce.


    That ce was essible to everyone, but not everyone could guess where it was.


    Unlike Yan Peiheng, who would only ask his son where his wife''s ashes box was, and would get angry if his son didn''t tell him, never thinking for himself where the ashes box might be.


    Gu Xiao didn''t ask Yan Zhao; he guessed where Su Wen''s ashes were ced on his own.


    And all these years, he never mentioned it to Yan Zhao, yet he has been quietly sending someone to visit the ashes.


    It seems that in terms of the soul, Gu Xiao is the one who truly understands Su Wen.


    However, anyone in the vige who had contact with Gu Xiao would have informed Yan Zhao immediately. Who could it be that chose to keep it a secret and quietly offer incense to Su Wen?


    Chen Men thought hard and suddenly blurted out, "Do you think the person who has been offering incense to our mother on behalf of Gu Xiao is Yan Dongping?"


    There were twondlord''s offspring in Yanguan Vige: Yan Xishan and Yan Dongping.


    Yan Xishan, through his own efforts and struggles, had be a real private entrepreneur with a big reputation in Xiping City. Yan Dongping, on the other hand, was more unfortunate. His cousin was killed while doing business in the capital, and he himself became addicted to heroin, selling his house to Little Wang. He was now a destitute opium addict.


    Yan Dongping had a sister named Yan Dongxue who had gone abroad a few years ago.


    So, Yan Dongxue must have gone to Singapore and ended up with Gu Xiao.


    Indeed, Zhou Xueqin was surprised by Chen Men''s quick thinking and even suspected she might have been reborn: "Men, that''s amazing. I haven''t even said anything, how did you guess that? Do you know how to read fortunes?"


    "I''ve been living in this vige all along. I know everyone here, and I know what everyone does. What''s so surprising about that?" Chen Men retorted.


    Zhou Xueqin didn''t have any more doubts.


    Recalling when Zhou Xueqin first married Yan Zhao, Su Wen had said many good things to keep her in Yanguan Vige. The olddy, despite her age and mental instability, even cooked for Zhou Xueqin.


    Unfortunately, Zhou Xueqin despised Su Wen''s poverty and left to find a powerful father-inw in the capital, abandoning Su Wen.


    Who would have known that one day, that gentle, smiling olddy would be Zhou Xueqin''s biggest chip for getting rich.


    But now it was toote to regret.


    Zhou Xueqin then said, "Yan Dongping''s cousin was killed, right? Men, think about it, how would Yan Dongxue describe our country to Gu Xiao? She would definitely say that our society is extremely dark and that the government is full of evil forces and protectors. Yan Peiheng has recently been promoted tomander in the military, right? Yan Dongxue would definitely portray Yan Peiheng as a huge protector, wouldn''t she?"


    Chen Men thought seriously and found that it was indeed the case.


    Zhou Xueqin held Chen Men''s hand, nced back at Yan Zhao, and said, "I''m Little Wang and Little Lang''s real mother; I won''t harm you. Gu Xiao ising, and our Xiping City is currently in chaos. If something happens on his way here, he might get upset. Yan Dongping is a troublemaker. When Gu Xiao returns, the first person he will meet is Yan Dongping. That man has no conscience. Even though his cousin was killed and Yan Peiheng stood up for him, he and Yan Dongxue will work together to portray Yan Peiheng and Yan Zhao as demons, the biggest evil forces in the country. So we can''t let him meet Gu Xiao. Talk to Yan Zhao and think of a way to nt some drugs on Yan Dongping and send him to jail before Gu Xiao arrives. What do you think?"


    Sometimes Chen Men felt sorry for Zhou Xueqin but couldn''t help but feel pity for her.


    Everyone has a mouth, used for eating and speaking. Who can stop it?


    Yan Dongping''s cousin''s death was avenged by Yan Peiheng, and Yan Dongping could nder Yan Zhao and his father, but Chen Men also had a mouth. Couldn''t she exin the situation?


    To avoid trouble, if Yan Zhao really nted drugs on Yan Dongping and sent him to jail, wouldn''t Yan Zhao be the real protector?


    Thinking of this, Chen Men firmly refused, "You go ask Yan Zhao about this. I can''t do it; I''m too scared of him."


    If Zhou Xueqin dared to make such a ridiculous request to Yan Zhao, why would she have to go around telling Chen Men all this?


    "You''re still so timid and afraid of trouble, never changing," Zhou Xueqin scolded Chen Men for not striving, stamping her feet in anger.


    After hesitating for a long time, the temptation of money was greater. Zhou Xueqin then asked Chen Men, "Do you know where our mother''s ashes box is? You''ve been married to Yan Zhao, haven''t you asked him about this?"


    When Gu Xiao arrives, he will head straight to the ce where Su Wen''s ashes are kept. There, he will be misled by Yan Dongping and Yan Dongxue, and he won''t even attend the government-hosted reception.


    He will visit the First Brigade, take a look around, and then return directly to Singapore.


    Then the old man will die.


    When the man is dead, the tea is cold, and what investment is there to talk about?


    If all else fails, Zhou Xueqin will go to the ce where Su Wen''s ashes are kept to intercept Gu Xiao and secure the investment.


    Regarding this, Chen Men still replied, "I don''t know this either. You go ask Deputy Director Yan yourself; I don''t dare to ask."


    Zhou Xueqin knew Chen Men was soft-spoken, but she didn''t expect her to be so afraid of Yan Zhao.


    After ring at Chen Men for a long time, she finally said angrily, "If I ask him, I might as well ask Yan Dongping." Yan Dongping is a drug addict; giving him some drugs might make him reveal the address.


    Asking Yan Zhao would just be asking for a scolding.


    After talking for so long, Zhou Xueqin was thirsty and hadn''t gained any benefits from Chen Men. She had to make a demand: "Men, you can''t do anything else, but I have one request you must agree to. I want to take Little Wang and Little Lang back to my parents'' house for a few days to show them some love."


    She had money now, returning home in glory, and wanted to spend some time with her two sons, showing them some affection.


    This was a reasonable request.


    Yan Xishan came to visit Yuanyuan. Out of three applications in a month, Chen Men would allow one visit.


    Zhou Xueqin, being the birth mother, had the same rights as Yan Xishan.


    Unlike adults who overthink things, children don''t hold grudges; they only remember kindness.


    Take Yuanyuan for example - she used to fear Yan Xishan and wanted nothing to do with him, but now she loves him dearly, holding both her birth father and stepfather in equal regard.


    It wouldn''t be right to prevent Zhou Xueqin from seeing Little Wang and Little Lang, but given what happened when Yan Xishan took the children, Chen Men was hesitant to let Zhou Xueqin take them out.


    Even if Yan Zhao firmly refused, Chen Men knew she had to let the children have a say, particrly Little Wang''s opinion.


    "Little Wang, what do you think? Do you want to go?" Chen Men asked.


    Yan Zhao was pouring tea for his former father-inw, his voice deep and authoritative: "Visiting is fine, but taking them out is not."


    "We won''t stay overnight. Can''t we at least have a meal together? I can see you''re living quite frugally. I have money - why can''t I treat the children to a nice meal?" Zhou Xueqin raised her voice.


    "They don''tck for food," Yan Zhao coldly refused.


    Zhou Xueqin stood up abruptly and called out: "Little Wang,e on, let''s go eat!"


    With a birth father, birth mother, and stepmother involved, the children were in the most awkward position. They were like objects being fought over, with no one asking how they felt.


    Little Wang kept looking outside because of that Subor Learning Machine.


    When Zhou Xueqin called out to him, he saw his father''s stern look of disapproval and quickly turned away.


    But the child was still curious about the Subor Learning Machine, and because Zhou Xueqin had been cheerful this time, neither hitting nor scolding him, but instead bringing many clothes, his heart had softened a bit.


    The child hesitated, unsure whether he should go out with his birth mother.


    Seeing Yan Zhao''s continued stubbornness, Zhou Xueqin picked up a stic bag and said proudly: "Look, shoes for the children. I bought five pairs each for Little Lang and Little Wang. And look at these clothes - I brought them a whole bag. After bringing so many things, why can''t I take them out for a meal?"


    Just as Yan Zhao was about to speak, the courtyard gate slowly opened.


    First, a fist-sized wrapped zongzi leaf swayed in.


    Then came a small sandal with a tendon sole, followed by a chubby little leg in floral shorts.


    Finally, Little Lang''s whole head appeared.


    Looking back, he was waving with a smile: "Goodbye, Auntie Qi."


    It turned out that earlier, Qi Songlu and Yan Wei had grown tired of waiting for Chen Men to return, so they had taken Little Lang out for a meal. Little Lang had a good appetite and was definitely a quality third wheel. From themb in hot pot to the stuffed pasta skin, then honey-vored cold zongzi and ice cream, when he couldn''t eat anymore, he asked his second uncle for a popsicle. He even bought a honey-vored cold zongzi for his mom. Now Qi Songlu was dropping him home.


    Little Lang had grown into a fair-skinned, tall, and chubby little boy, taller than his peers.


    With a popsicle in one hand and a honey-vored cold zongzi in the other, this outing had been quite fruitful.


    Standing at the courtyard gate, he smiled contentedly with a sigh before turning around.


    The child was born to Zhou Xueqin, and in her memory, Little Lang had always been sickly. Seeing him now so healthy, innocent, and adorable, how could she not feel love?


    Taking a few steps forward, Zhou Xueqin reached out to pat Little Lang''s head: "Son, mommy has missed you so much."


    Little Lang hadpletely forgotten Zhou Xueqin, and the only mother he had ever known was Chen Men.


    Finding this auntie strange, he bounced over to Chen Men.


    Passing by the shoes on the ground, he sniffed and instinctively said, "Ugh, smelly!"


    Those were the leather shoes Zhou Xueqin had brought. The smell wasn''t noticeable when the stic bag was closed, but once opened, a strong odor of synthetic leather wafted out.


    Walking up to Chen Men, he first gave her the zongzi, then pulled at her, wanting to whisper something.


    Zhou Xueqin quickly pulled out another hundred-yuan note, trying to give it to Little Lang: "Yan Minng, you''re a good boy. If your brother doesn''t want to go, that''s fine, but would you like to go out to eat with mommy?"


    Little Lang turned to look at Zhou Xueqin, his eyes falling on the money.


    Since he could remember, whenever Little Lang was well-behaved, Chen Men would buy him whatever he wanted to eat, drink, or y with. So unlike Little Wang, he had developed apletely different personality and didn''t care about money at all.


    His eyes barely lingered on the money before he tugged at Chen Men, constantly nuzzling against her: "Mama, I have something really important to tell you."


    Zhou Xueqin was already divorced and remarried.


    She knew that if she wanted the best for her sons, she needed to be careful with her words and try to encourage their closeness with Chen Men.


    But Little Lang''s affectionate behavior toward Chen Men still triggered her.


    In a moment of impulse, she said: "Yan Minng, I''m your mother too. I gave birth to you."


    Little Lang was even more protective of Chen Men than Yuanyuan was. After all, being the youngest, he was the most indulged by Chen Men, and this child truly believed in his heart that Chen Men was his birth mother.


    He was quite proud of this fact, and turning back while touching Chen Men''s belly, he said seriously: "Auntie shouldn''t lie to children. I came from this mama''s belly."


    Little Lang had escaped illness in this life, and Zhou Xueqin was very grateful for that.


    She didn''t believe the responsibility for the child''s previous illnessy with her, and always thought of herself as a good mother. She believed she had only been unkind to her children in the past because she had no money, but now that she had money, she wanted to be good to them.


    She even thought of herself as an extremely kind person. In fact, she was also good to Lu Erniu and Lu Dabao, paying for them to attend the best boarding schools.


    She was the world''s mostpetent stepmother.


    And when visiting her own children, she naturally controlled her temper, knowing that only this way would Chen Men not despise her children the way she despised Lu Dabao and Lu Erniu.


    But Little Lang still managed to provoke her anger: "Men, Yan Zhao and I may be divorced, but I''m not dead. Who told my son that you gave birth to him?"


    Aggressively, she first looked at Yan Zhao, then at Chen Men.


    This time Zhou Xueqin felt she was in the right, and questioned further: "Yan Zhao, let me ask you, how would Yan Xishan feel if you imed you gave birth to his daughter?" She continued: "Yanguan Vige is still your hometown, shall we call the vige elders to judge this matter?"


    Where was the shame in iming someone else''s son as your own?


    At this moment, Zhou Xueqin finally stood on the moral high ground.


    Just then, Little Lang finally pulled Chen Men down to whisper, telling her some explosive news: "Mama, I saw Wang Yuhan today."


    When Chen Men heard Wang Yuhan''s name, she immediately bristled, asking: "Where is she?"


    Little Lang said: "On the fifth floor of the People''s Department Store. Her father is selling pagers."


    Knowing what matters most, Chen Men immediately grabbed Little Lang''s hand and called back to Yan Zhao: "Third Brother, we found the person who hit our child. Let''s go confront them."


    Zhou Xueqin, not knowing what had happened, grabbed Chen Men: "Men, don''t be too unreasonable. I must take my son out today. I need to have a meal with him."


    Chen Men, suppressing her anger, said: "Little Lang was beaten up, and we''ve been looking for that troublemaker. Now that we''ve found them, we need to talk to their parents."


    Zhou Xueqin didn''t know the details of Little Lang being beaten.


    If she had known, she would certainly have been angry too.


    But at this moment, in her eyes, Little Lang was so well-behaved, adorable, and obedient, just like a little bunny.


    She thought, what child doesn''t get hit sometimes? Couldn''t such a small matter wait?


    So she said: "What child doesn''t get hit sometimes? I''ll give Little Lang a hundred yuan to buy a stick and hit back tomorrow. Today he must have dinner with me first. I want to shower him with love."


    For Chen Men and Yan Zhao, everything should be handled reasonably.


    After all, as adults, they couldn''t just start arguing immediately.


    Although Chen Men had decided in that instant that she absolutely wouldn''t let Zhou Xueqin take Little Lang out.


    But what she never expected was that the first person to explode would be Little Wang.


    In an instant, the child pushed open the window and jumped out, grabbing therge cardboard box containing the Subor Learning Computer. He rushed out of the courtyard gate, throwing it away, and then let out a heart-wrenching roar: "Zhou Xueqin, leave! Get out of here and nevere back!"


    This was her own son, yelling at her, cursing her, and telling her to get out?


    Zhou Xueqin was stunned at this moment, and immediately shouted in anger: "Yan Wangqi, you ungrateful wretch, you worthless thing, what did you just call me? How dare you tell me to leave?"


    "I called you Zhou Xueqin. We don''t need your food or your things, just get out!" Little Wang pointed towards the door, his chest puffed up high, tears welling in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.


    "Ungrateful wretch," Zhou Xueqin instinctively added.


    She didn''t realize those three words cut into Little Wang''s heart like a thousand knives.


    She also didn''t understand why this usually obedient and quiet child suddenly exploded, and she still thought it was all Chen Men''s fault.


    Look at him now, crying and running to Chen Men, saying: "Mom, I don''t want to eat with that woman, and Little Lang won''t go either. We won''t eat her food."


    Zhou Xueqin waspletely enraged and reached out to grab Little Wang: "I gave birth to you. If you keep treating your birth mother like this, I''ll go back to court with Yan Zhao and fight to get you back to teach you a proper lesson."


    "Get out!" Little Wang''s heart-wrenching roar startled the sparrows in the locust tree behind the courtyard, causing them to flutter away in an instant.


    Zhou Xueqin was so angry her scalp tingled, and she suddenly raised her hand to p him: "Worthless thing, ungrateful wretch!"


    In fact, if Zhou Xueqin hadn''t been so impulsive and had spoken reasonably, Chen Men would have convinced Yan Zhao to let her have a meal with the children.


    If she had behaved better, like Yan Xishan, Chen Men might have even taken a day off from home to let her spend time with the children.


    But with one shout after another, calling them worthless and ungrateful, even Chen Men became angry.


    On the stepsy a pile of clothes and shoes that Zhou Xueqin had brought.


    Two small leather shoes were scattered on the ground, the ones Little Lang had wrinkled his nose at earlier, saying they smelled bad.


    Chen Men picked up the shoes, smelled them herself first, then thrust them under Zhou Xueqin''s nose: "Tell me, how much did these shoes cost?"


    "Eighty yuan a pair, what about it? I''m willing to spend money on my son. These are brand-name shoes," Zhou Xueqin said in a raised voice.


    Chen Men suddenly tore the shoe apart ¨C a leather shoe ripped into two halves, revealing that the inside wasn''t leather at all, but ayer of flimsy rubber-like material. The outside smelled bad, but after tearing it open, the inside had an even worse stench like burnt tires or burning hair.


    "These are fake brand-name shoes, they''re called ''dawn-to-dusk shoes'' or ''one-day shoes.'' Only conscienceless, corrupt merchants sell these. They fall apart after one day of wear. You im these eight-yuan shoes cost eighty yuan, and what about these clothes?" Chen Men said, pulling out a piece of clothing from the stic bag and shoving it under Zhou Xueqin''s nose. "Smell it yourself. Isn''t it foul?"


    "New clothes always smell. The patterns are painted with oil paint, of course they smell," Zhou Xueqin said matter-of-factly.


    Chen Men red at Zhou Xueqin and pressed on: "You think it''s okay for your son to smell such toxic paint?"


    Zhou Xueqin was stunned, notprehending.


    Zhou''s father stuttered, seeing the two women arguing, and wanted to step forward to intervene.


    But Yan Zhao held his former father-inw back with hisrge hand, preventing him from getting up.


    The two women looked like they were about to fight, but at that moment, Chen Men turned and went into the bedroom. She pulled out Little Lang''s injury photos, ultrasound reports, X-rays, and various medical records from the bedside table. Findingst year''s blood test report, she came back out and handed it to Zhou Xueqin.


    "Look at this yourself. This is Little Lang''s blood test fromst year. The child''s telet count has always been very low, only improving somewhat this year. The doctors in the capital warned us that he can''t be exposed to paint or rubber fumes because those things contain formaldehyde that can make him sick ¨C leukemia! If you want to see the children, just see them. Why did you bring so many toxic things? Are you trying to poison my son?"


    Little Wang stood behind her as she shielded him with one hand while pointing at Zhou Xueqin''s nose with the other, emphasizing each word: "This is my son. If you dare call him worthless or ungrateful again, I swear I''ll p you right out of this courtyard."


    Zhou Xueqin stared at the fierce woman before her, dumbfounded.


    Was this really the same timid, honest, and simple Chen Men she knew?

 Chapter 100

    This was a real ho''s nest they had stirred up. Yan Zhao picked up a piece of clothing from the ground and sniffed it.


    Although Zhou''s father was hard of hearing, he wasn''t deaf. Hearing Chen Men''s words, he picked up a leather shoe and sniffed it. The old man had never smelled such a stench before and, gagging, vomited up the tea he had just drunk.


    The shiny leather shoes looked glossy on the surface, but even Yan Zhao couldn''t help but retch at the smell.


    Zhou''s father was an honest man, an intellectual, who believed his daughter had made a fortune and was living well. He never imagined she would buy such things for the children. His already unsteady head shook even more violently.


    Mentioning leukemia, Little Wang also remembered.


    In the capital, the doctor had told the whole family that Little Lang had almost contracted leukemia, but Chen Men''s meticulous care had prevented it. They should avoid renovations and not let Little Lang inhale too many harmful gases, as paint contained toxins like formaldehyde, which could trigger leukemia.


    Little Wang might not know what formaldehyde was, but he could tell how foul these clothes smelled.


    He also couldn''t let go of Zhou Xueqin, his biological mother. He wanted to ask if she was really doing well, if the children she raised were as obedient as him, if they helped with housework.


    His sudden anger earlier was because Zhou Xueqin, as a mother, valued a meal more than Little Lang being beaten. This reminded him of his childhood, when he was beaten and Zhou Xueqin would say, "If your father had money and was a wealthy man, you could hire someone to beat them back. But poor people deserve to be beaten. You''re beaten because your father is poor. me fate."


    Little Wang had been triggered and suddenly erupted.


    Earlier, Zhou Xueqin called him a "white-eyed wolf" and a "worthless thing."


    Because he genuinely hated his mother, he felt guilty and epted it.


    But after Chen Men''s words, Little Wang suddenly felt he wasn''t a good person, but neither was Zhou Xueqin. She was still so vain and concerned with appearances, never caring about him or Little Lang.


    She imed the 8 yuan shoes were worth 80, and the paint-smelling clothes were for Little Lang to wear.


    This mother, even if she had money, wouldn''t change her nature.


    He didn''t want to see her again, not even for a moment. So he started throwing clothes and shoes again.


    "Get out, Zhou Xueqin, get out," the child muttered through gritted teeth, tears welling up.


    Zhou Xueqin took Little Lang''s test results, nced at them, and realized her son had just narrowly escaped illness.


    But the clothes and shoes were a misunderstanding by Chen Men.


    Little Lang was her son; what benefit would she get from harming him?


    She was always very busy, and Lu Jingyu had helped her buy the clothes and shoes.


    They cost over 2,000 yuan in total.


    If these were all fake, had Lu Jingyu embezzled her money?


    In their second marriage, she had been sincere with Lu Dabao and Lv Erniu, buying them brand-name clothes and shoes, yet Lu Jingyu bought fake leather shoes and substandard clothes for her son?


    He clearly loved her; why couldn''t he treat her children well?


    How could Zhou Xueqin exin this to everyone now?


    She was caught between a rock and a hard ce.


    But she never expected Little Wang to shout at her like this.


    Because of Little Wang''s shouting, Zhou Xueqin suddenly remembered the past hurts inflicted by Little Wang.


    In his previous life, Little Wang had a formidable nickname: Truant Dragon.


    From a young age, he skipped school, dealing in porn, drugs, fake cigarettes and alcohol. He secretly wronged all of Zhou Xueqin''s friends. With many cases against him, he was frequently sent to juvenile detention. He even nned to kill someone on his 16th birthday, knowing juvenile offenders wouldn''t face execution.


    It was only after Yan Zhao discovered and dislocated his arms, tying him up at home, that he abandoned that crazy idea.


    A white-eyed wolf, even if he now studied well, didn''t skip school, and stopped dealing in porn, he was still a white-eyed wolf.


    That Little Tyrant learning machine was bought with her own money, carried thousands of miles on the train.


    He actually threw it away, smashing it to pieces outside the door?


    Such a son, better to have been born a piece of roast pork.


    Yan Zhao stood up and said to Chen Men, "Let''s go to People''s Department Store."


    Chen Men took Little Lang''s medical records from the drawer, ready to confront the bully.


    Both Zhou''s father and Zhou Xueqin were driven out, clothes and all.


    Earlier, to show off to the vigers, Zhou Xueqin had stood at the vige entrance for a long time with her bags. Now, she was kicked out, shoes and all.


    Zhou''s father asked Zhou Xueqin to pick up the shoes and clothes and take them away, but she refused, still sulking, annoyed and snapping, "Can you stop talking?"


    She then knocked all the smelly clothes and fake leather shoes out of her father''s hands.


    At that moment, Sister-inw Mao, who had chatted earlier, walked over and looked at the shoes, saying, "What''s going on, don''t want them?"


    Zhou Xueqin, always concerned with appearances, tried to save face, "They''re just a bit low quality, but they''re still wearable. Why don''t you take them, Sister-inw?"


    Meanwhile, Second Sister Liu picked up a pair from the ground to try on her son Yan Fen.


    Yan Fen, the same age as Little Wang, slipped his foot in, thinking it was a rubber shoe and stomped twice. The shoe immediately split open, the front part resembling a duck''s beak.


    "This is too fake, can''t even wear it," Second Sister Liu said, throwing the shoe away.


    Now, not only was Zhou Xueqin''s dignity lost, but so was her face.


    Temporarily setting aside how angry she was with Lu Jingyu and how disappointed she was in him.


    After all, Little Wang was doing well in his studies, not skipping school, looking quite obedient, and Little Lang was so healthy¡ªthat was her son.


    What was Chen Men? Just ater picking the fruit.


    Hearing that Little Lang had been beaten, Yan Zhao''s family went to stand up for him.


    Zhou Xueqin, as Little Lang''s biological mother, unlike Chen Men who was timid and afraid of trouble, was bold and argumentative. If it came to standing up for her child, she was far more capable than Chen Men.


    So, hiring a tricycle to send her father home, Zhou Xueqin also rushed to People''s Department Store.


    Here, once on the car, Little Lang couldn''t wait to tell Chen Men.


    It turned out that today, to wait for Chen Men, Yan Wei had taken Little Lang and Qi Songlu to roam the entire mall. On the top floor, the fifth floor, there was a section selling electronics, including a store selling pagers.


    Wang Yuhan was sitting behind the counter eating ice cream, with her grandmother, mother, and father apanying her.


    Little Lang was clever; he didn''t alert Wang Yuhan and didn''t tell Yan Wei and Qi Songlu about it.


    After returning home, he chose to tell his mother.


    "Little Lang hasn''t forgotten, he''s always remembered Wang Yuhan," the child said earnestly.


    Chen Men patted his little head, "You did very well."


    Today was a pity; Yuanyuan wasn''t present.


    School bullying was a pain in Chen Men''s heart, as Yuanyuan dropped out of schoolterrgely due to bullying. One reason was her beauty, making her easy to iste, and another was Lv Erniu spreading rumors, leading to her being bullied and insulted by ssmates. She chose the worst way to handle it, fearing Chen Men''s worry, silently bearing it alone. Eventually, unable to take it, she started skipping school and then running away from home.


    Now, everything Chen Men did seemed to be repaying the debt from her previous life to Yuanyuan.


    Yuanyuan''s story could wait. On-site education, Chen Men hugged Little Lang and told Little Wang, "Yan Wangqi, Yan Minng''s approach was very correct. You should also remember, even if you go to university, if there''s anyone bullying you at school, even if you can handle it yourself,e back and tell me, okay?"


    Little Lang nodded, "Yes!"


    Chen Men''s swift and decisive attitude gave the child confidence, treating seeking justice from Wang Yu as a very important matter.


    "Brother, say something," seeing Little Wang turn his head, Little Lang nudged him.


    Today, Little Wang had shouted at Zhou Xueqin and driven his biological mother away.


    He had been breastfed by Zhou Xueqin and had lived with her, so shouting at her was like denying himself. The anger that had built up to confront his mother was still pent up, not daring to rx.


    "Brother..." Little Lang called again.


    Chen Men spoke softly, "Alright, let your brother rest for a while. He''s not in a good mood today, so let''s all be quiet, okay?"


    Little Lang, though young, sensed that his brother must be upset about the auntie who had just visited.


    He even reached out and patted Little Wang on the shoulder, "It''s okay, brother. The bad auntie has already been sent away by mom!"


    That gentle touch set off a flood of tears that had been brimming in Little Wang''s eyes for over two hours. He quickly closed his eyes.


    He couldn''t understand why Zhou Xueqin, with her wealthy life, woulde to disturb him.


    Oh, and he remembered, Zhou Xueqin had just threatened that if he didn''t treat her well, she would sue to take him back. His mind was in a whirl as he tentatively asked Chen Men, "Mom, if she really sues to take me back, will you give me to her?"


    "No," Chen Men replied without hesitation. Worried that Little Wang might still have doubts, she added, "The court has already ruled that you belong to your dad. She''s remarried and has her own children; she can''t take you away."


    Little Wang nodded and then said, "Can we not tell Little Lang that he''s her son?"


    The child''s eyes were full of hope, waiting for Chen Men''s promise.


    But this question was difficult, it stumped Chen Men.


    Yan Zhao suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road, cing one hand on the passenger seat and turning back to look at Chen Men.


    This problem not only stumped Chen Men but probably also the formidable Yan Zhao. He nced at Little Lang, who was innocently peeling his honey-zed rice dumpling.


    Little Wang added again, "Can we never tell Little Lang, please?"


    "No," Chen Men said.


    Just as Little Wang''s face changed, ready to cry again, Chen Men continued, "But let''s not tell him when he''s young. We''ll talk about it when he''s older, like you. It''s not a big deal who his biological parents are; what''s important is that he learns from his dad and bes a righteous, useful person to society."


    Even if Little Wang grew up to be ungrateful, Chen Men didn''t mind. She never expected her children to support her in old age, but she was afraid Little Wang might be a good-for-nothing.


    Every parent hopes their child will grow up to be a useful member of society.


    This simple statement suddenly made the anxious Little Wang happy: "Yes, I''ll work hard and be like dad... No, I don''t want to be a policeman, it''s too poor. I want to be a big boss like Yuanyuan''s dad."


    Yan Zhao''s expression softened and then hardened as his son spoke.


    "By the way, dad, I don''t need anyone to buy me a Little Tyrannosaurus learning machine," perhaps still worried about disappointing his father, Little Wang suddenly stood up and fished out a woolen wallet from his back pocket, "Look, I already have over seven hundred yuan, enough to buy two Little Tyrannosaurs."


    Yan Zhao was greatly shocked and asked Chen Men, "Where did he get so much money?"


    Every summer, Little Wang secretly sold ice cream. Recently, with Xue Mingfang and hisrades clearing inventory, Little Wang would join them whenever he finished his summer homework. ording to Xue Mingfang, the soldiers were mostly shy and couldn''t muster the courage to call out, so Little Wang would warm up the crowd first, and only then would the soldiers dare to shout a few words.


    For this, Little Wang also made a significant contribution to the development of the 271 Factory.


    "Don''t let him go out to do business anymore," Yan Zhao said as they got out of the car and walked side by side, "You need to teach him that a man should dedicate himself to the country, not always think about making money."


    Chen Men paused, thinking that people who didn''t love money and preferred to dedicate themselves to the country ended with Yan Zhao''s generation. Nowadays, everyone looks towards money. She liked Little Wang''s attitude towards making money; if he followed Yan Zhao''s path, wouldn''t he be poor all his life?


    Who in this world would be as foolish as her, willing to make money to support a man?


    "I really can''t do that," she retorted.


    They hurried upstairs, everyone moving quickly, and on the fourth floor, Little Lang suddenly pulled Chen Men, "Mom, look, it''s Wang Yuhan."


    It was a booth selling Ximei mattresses, newly opened today. Zou Jie was sitting behind the counter, overseeing sales. Wang Yuhan was there too, holding an olddy''s hand, chatting as if they knew each other.


    Yan Zhao nced over and said, "That''s Wang Gang''s mom."


    "Who''s Wang Gang?" Chen Men asked.


    Yan Zhao exined, "A nephew from Wang Gebi''s maternal family, rted to Director Mi. He originally worked at the Jindong Branch Bureau butter transferred to the Jinxi Branch Bureau because he found the work too tiring."


    There''s no such thing as love or hate without reason. How could a little girl bring a big boy to hit Little Lang for no reason? This doesn''t make sense, especially since Little Lang is neither naughty nor known for mischief in kindergarten.


    It turned out that after a big circle, the one who hit Little Lang was a rtive of Director Mi, Mn, and Wang Gebi.


    Little Lang wasn''t just randomly beaten; he was targeted by people who disliked his dad.


    Chen Men rolled up her sleeves, ready to step forward, but Yan Zhao pulled her back, signaling her to wait.


    The olddy was chatting with Zou Jie, "Zou Jie, life must be tough without your husband, right?"


    Sun Nutao had died of cancer, so Zou Jie''s life was indeed tough, but there were also things that made her happy. She smiled and said, "I''m doing fine because my daughter just finished her college entrance exams and scored high enough for Peking University."


    "Oh, impressive," the olddy chuckled and then said, "Yan Zhao is heartless. Director Sun was so good to him, yet he didn''t introduce you to anyone?"


    Clearly, this was a group that hated Yan Zhao. They quickly brought him up.


    Zou Jie was beautiful and efficient, loyal to herte husband. Many people noticed, including the city''s Director Zhang, whose wife had died of breast cancer the previous year. Middle-aged people don''t talk about love, but Director Zhang wanted to live together with her. Recently, he had been frequently extending offers, but Zou Jie couldn''t let go of Sun Nutao and had been refusing.


    There was no need to discuss personal feelings with outsiders, so she chose to stay silent.


    But this olddy was one of those who really disliked Yan Zhao. She took a big detour, bringing up Wang Gebi from Zou Jie: "Being a widow is good, but you also have to watch out for some people with bad intentions. My auntie in the capital''s military region has been a widow for decades for an old martyr. Just because she made a little money from the military, those scoundrels in the military locked her up. To me, this government is still too dark, with umbres and ck forces everywhere."


    Zou Jie knew about Director Mi''s situation and had vaguely heard of Wang Gebi but didn''t know the specifics. She asked, "How old is she? Should be around sixty, right? Can she endure prison at this age?"


    "Of course not, but it''s not a big problem. She should be out of prison next month. It''s just a pity, all her money was taken by the military." the olddy said.


    Wang Gebi was sentenced to fifteen years in prison and was serving his sentence in jail. How could he be out next month?


    Chen Men couldn''t help but feel that Wang Gebi''s mother was quite formidable, managing to wiggle out of prison.


    However, matters rted to Wang Gebi, Yan Zhao would naturally handle.


    Yan Peiheng was currently the secondmander of the military region, and Wang Gebi was imprisoned in a military prison in the capital. No matter how formidable, could she really turn the sky upside down?


    Chen Men''s main task now was to educate Wang Yuhan''s parents on how to behave.


    Considering Yan Zhao''s identity, she gave him a look, signaling him to stay back. If someone recognized him, they might think he was using his position to bully others.


    "Oh, it''s little Yuhan. What a coincidence, we meet here?" Thinking of this, Chen Men stepped forward.


    Zou Jie saw Chen Men and greeted her with a smile, "Men, are you also shopping?"


    Chen Men greeted Zou Jie and reached out to hold Wang Yuhan''s hand, "Yuhan, why aren''t you in your old kindergarten anymore? Which kindergarten did you transfer to?"


    Wang Yuhan was still a child, influenced by her parents to bring her cousin along to bully Little Lang. Chen Men, who had picked up Little Lang before, used to enjoy teasing her, so she remembered Chen Men: "Hello, Auntie. I''ve transferred to Cihua Kindergarten."


    "Is Cihua Kindergarten fun? Has anyone bullied our Yuhan?" Chen Men asked again.


    Adjusting to a new kindergarten always takes time, and new friends are never as good as the old ones. Seeing Little Lang standing not far away, Wang Yuhan blurted out, "No, I want to y with Little Lang. I want to go back."


    Grandma Wang, who didn''t often pick up the kids, was a bit familiar but not entirely acquainted with Chen Men. However, upon seeing Little Lang, her face changed dramatically, and she quickly pulled Wang Yuhan away.


    But Chen Men suddenly grabbed the little girl, smiling and said, "You find Little Lang soft and fun to hit, don''t you?"


    Grandma Wang sensed something was off and eximed, "What are you talking about, missy? My well-behaved granddaughter would never hit anyone!"


    Wang Yuhan, being a little girl, was scared silly by the tug-of-war between the two women and was about to burst into tears.


    At that moment, Chen Men bent down and grabbed the child''s shoulder: "Our Yuhan didn''t hit Little Lang. It was her cousin, right?"


    "Yes, yes, it was the cousin," Wang Yuhan repeated.


    "The cousin pushed Little Lang down the stairs and beat him up, several times even causing him to bleed, right?" Chen Men continued.


    Wang Yuhan, in a mechanical repetition, wailed, "It wasn''t Yuhan, really not."


    Ma Yuan, Wang Yuhan''s mother who ran a pager shop, probably got wind of the situation and came down the stairs, rushing over and eximing, "Oh, isn''t this the wife of Director Yan from Jindong Branch Bureau? Here to bully us with your power?"


    The mall was crowded, and many onlookers gathered. In such situations, controlling the narrative was crucial, as people would spread rumors, each version more exaggerated than thest.


    The terms "director" and "bullying with power" were particrly effective in stirring public excitement.


    In an instant, many people gathered around.


    But Chen Men was well-prepared. She knew Ma Yuan and didn''t intend to cause trouble. She simply said, "Ma Yuan, your daughter just admitted that her cousin pushed and hit Little Lang."


    "I''m so scared, Mrs. Director. Your son being the bully king at kindergarten is one thing, but now you''re using my daughter of hitting. Clearly, big leaders with protection are different from ordinary people. What, do you want to kill me? Come on, do it!" Ma Yuan instantly went into a dramatic act, tearing at her clothes as if ready to throw a tantrum.


    Wang Yuhan was so scared by her mother that she burst into tears and even wet her pants.


    Little Lang and Little Wang, standing not far away, also took a few steps back in fear.


    Just then, Zhou Xueqin arrived, seeing the crowd and the two boys standing at the stairwell. She rolled up her sleeves and asked Little Wang, "Who hit Little Lang?" She thought teaching the bully a lesson would earn her points in her son''s eyes.


    Little Wang didn''t respond, but Little Lang pointed and said, "That auntie."


    Zhou Xueqin looked in the direction the child pointed and was stunned when she saw Ma Yuan: "Why would it be her?"


    "It''s her," Little Lang confirmed.


    What a coincidence. Zhou Xueqin produced pagers, and Ma Yuan was her distributor. In the business world, even if Ma Yuan''s child had hit Little Lang, Zhou Xueqin couldn''t afford to break ties with her. After all, there were so many pager brands; if Ma Yuan got angry and switched to another brand, it would be a loss.


    So in Zhou Xueqin''s mind, she had no choice but to swallow her pride and protect her business.


    She needed to make money, big money, and she could make up for her childrenter.


    She even feared that Ma Yuan would recognize her and her children, leading to a fallout that would jeopardize her pager sales.


    Covering her face with her small bag, she turned and slipped away.


    Little Wang and Little Lang, innocent children, had no idea what Zhou Xueqin was thinking.


    As their mother scurried away, Little Wang nced back at her, feeling somewhat relieved. She was running so hastily, hiding and dodging; she probably wouldn''te looking for them again.


    And at that moment, Chen Men opened therge envelope she was holding, revealing a series of ultrasound scans, X-rays, and photos, all of Little Lang.


    Every time the child was injured, Chen Men took photos and had him undergo ultrasounds, X-rays, and blood tests.


    In just three months, Little Lang had been beaten and had his fingers poked so many times at the hospital that they looked like sieves.


    The cause? Mi De had been taken down by Yan Zhao, and the interests of his small faction were damaged, leading to this retaliation.


    Chen Men couldn''t even imagine how Little Lang and Little Wang had survived in the past without her, in an era where everyone acted based on benefits, and the police and gangsters were intertwined.


    Now that the incident had urred, it needed to be resolved once and for all.


    She had to use Little Lang''s beating to send a strong message to the small factions harmed by Yan Zhao, ensuring they wouldn''t dare to harm the children again.

 Chapter 101

    Actions speak louder than words. Seeing the crowd gathering, Chen Men decided to share all the photos and sincerely said, "I''m sure many of you have children. If your child gets hurt at school, you must learn from me - take photos immediately, take your child to the hospital for examination, andmunicate carefully with them. Ask whether they were bullied or just fell. You must maintain openmunication with your children, otherwise you''ll end up in situations like today where your child gets beaten and the other party tries to shift the me."


    Too much time had passed for Ma Yuan to ept responsibility. She blurted out, "Director''s wife, how can you prove my child beat your son?"


    "Yuhan just admitted it herself, and many people witnessed it," Chen Men replied calmly and steadily.


    Ma Yuanughed mockingly, "Maybe the child was intimidated into confessing, coerced through threats or inducements."


    Zou Jie could no longer stay silent and stepped forward: "I''ll testify. Ma Yuan, your Yuhan just admitted that her cousin was the one who hit him. You should apologize. Look at these photos - see how badly Little Lang was beaten? What''s worse is that your child did it deliberately. Your husband Wang Gang used to be Yan Zhao''s subordinate. Did you deliberately instigate the children to beat Yan Zhao''s son because of some work-rted grievance with his father?"


    As a former police family member with a daughter herself, Zou Jie suddenly realized while speaking that this was a serious matter. She left the counter and went to the first-floor reception to make a phone call directly to Director Zhang Chao, intending to ask him toe over.


    "How cruel must someone be to beat a child like this?" someone asked while looking at the photos.


    Another person said, "This can''t be resolved with just an apology - they need to pay medical expenses!"


    "If someone dared to beat my child like this, I wouldn''t want medical expenses - I''d want to kill their child," someone else added.


    Seeing that she couldn''t deny it anymore, Ma Yuan deliberately pushed Wang Yuhan forward and said, "Director''s wife, go ahead and file a police report. Let the police handle it. My Yuhan is only 5 years old, and her cousin is just 12. In my view, it was just children rough-housing and an ident. But since you''re the director''s wife with connections, go ahead and have the police arrest them and throw them in jail."


    Someone immediately responded, "Throwing a five-year-old in jail? Is the police director crazy?"


    "So the police director''s children are untouchable now?"


    Just onement was enough to shift the crowd''s opinion again.


    Ma Yuan''s nephew Xu Xiaoliang was 12 years old. The reason she dared to act this way was because she knew that no matter what a primary school student did, even if they killed someone, they wouldn''t face criminal charges.


    Otherwise, would she have deliberately instigated the children to find a high ce to push Little Lang down?


    If Yan Zhao couldn''t prove it, the beating would go unpunished, and she would have gotten her revenge.


    If it was investigated, the worst oue would be a police report, but the police wouldn''t take action against children, so it would still go unpunished.


    However, this was just her angry thinking when the beating happened. Taking a step back, she definitely didn''t want the incident toe to light, which is why she transferred her daughter to a different school after one semester.


    If the incident came to light, it would be seen as retaliation against a superior. Wang Gang was a police officer who needed to continue working in the police system. Even if the job didn''t pay well, it gave him status and allowed his wife Ma Yuan to earn money on the side.


    For example, with pagers - any businessman who knew Wang Gang had to buy pagers from him to stay in his good graces. These were the benefits that came with the job.


    In a marriage, one person has to y good cop while the other ys bad cop. Ma Yuan naturally had to deny everything, but Wang Gang had to y the good cop and actively work to resolve the situation.


    He had been upstairs the whole time, and as soon as the incident broke out, he had already called several familiar colleagues and friends toe help mediate the situation.


    After making the calls, he came downstairs, sped his hands and said, "It''s all a misunderstanding. Chen Manager, I''m truly sorry. How could my child have beaten your child? Don''t worry, I will severely punish Yuhan, beat her, educate her. We must paypensation and apologize. Let me buy some toys for your child..."


    Then, seeing therge crowd, he added, "Everyone, please disperse. It''s not a big deal. I''ll make amends, apologize, and pay the medical expenses for Chen Manager and Director Yan''s child."


    With the incident involving a police director''s beaten son, no one wanted to leave.


    "They should pay medical expenses - look how badly injured the child is," someone said.


    Another person said, "Young man, you''re being reasonable. An apology is definitely needed." The crowd didn''t leave, but because of Ma Yuan''s shrewishness, they found Wang Gang easy to talk to and considered him a reasonable person.


    Chen Men observed all this and secretly gave a thumbs up to the married couple Wang Gang and Ma Yuan.


    The incident happened suddenly - they should have been at a loss for what to do.


    But the couple''s tacit understanding and crisis management skills were impressive. One acted fierce while the other reasonable, and they quickly managed to suppress the crowd''s anger.


    By now, some were saying, "Just apologize quickly and be done with it."


    Others added, "An apology is enough. It''s just children fighting, and the director''s wife isn''t short on money - she just wants to see the right attitude."


    Chen Men wanted more than just an attitude, but the shopping mall with its crowd of onlookers wasn''t the best ce to handle this matter. The case shouldn''t be decided by well-meaning but thoughtless spectators and rubberneckers, so she was preparing to leave with her child.


    Wang Gang gave Ma Yuan a stern look. He actually hadn''t wanted to beat the child for revenge - it was all Ma Yuan''s idea, and it was her sister''s child who did the beating. He had simply acquiesced at the time, and after one semester, he quickly transferred Wang Yuhan to another school, never thinking this matter would resurface.


    Now they had to pay medical expenses and apologize - what a hassle.


    Both working at the police bureau, they were colleagues in a superior-subordinate rtionship. Wang Gang kept looking around for Yan Zhao, wanting to treat him to a meal first, give some gifts, then apologize and make amends.


    However, he couldn''t find Yan Zhao anywhere, and by this time, Chen Men was already leaving with her child.


    "Manager Chen, tomorrow at the Guoguang Grand Hotel, I''ll arrange a dinner where Xiaoliang and Yuhan can apologize to Little Lang," Wang Gang called after her.


    Chen Men replied decisively, "No need. I will file a police report and let the police handle this matter."


    Ma Yuan thought this was perfect and couldn''t help winking at her husband: sure enough, Chen Men wanted to file a report.


    If she really filed a report, in Wang Gang and his wife''s view, she would be in the wrong.


    After all, it was just a minor children''s fight. As subordinates, they were offering apologies,pensation, and toys - if she refused all that and insisted on involving the police in a children''s matter, wouldn''t that constitute a superior retaliating against subordinates?


    So the couple followed from the fourth floor to the first floor, with Wang Gang deliberately pleading along the way: "Manager Chen, please don''t file a report. They''re just children - what''s the point?"


    "Yes, I''ll have Yuhan apologize, give Little Lang a proper apology, okay?" Ma Yuan chimed in.


    Chen Men just listened without responding - she had no need to speak with the couple.


    However, when they reached the first floor, they ran into Zou Jie, who was standing with a tall man.


    Zou Jie said, "Men, this is Director Zhang from our city bureau. Why don''t you tell him about what happened with the children?"


    Not many people knew that Zhang Chao was pursuing a rtionship with Zou Jie.


    If Yan Zhao had sought Director Zhang''s help for his son, Zhang wouldn''t havee so quickly, or even shown up at all - he would have just told him to follow procedures and resolve it legally.


    But when Zou Jie called him about something, he came immediately to make a good impression on her.


    After the introduction, Zou Jie continued, "Being a police family member has always been a high-risk upation. Men, when you''re wronged, you need to tell their leaders. They must apologize and make amends. Otherwise, who would dare marry a police officer? Who would dare have children with them? When police officers make enemies during cases, and those people take revenge on their children - what have we be? Are we punching bags for criminals?"


    Chen Men had never met Zhang Chao before. Looking up, she saw a middle-aged man in his mid-forties, tall and imposing,pletely different from the refined Sun Nutao, appearing very authoritative.


    This was Yan Zhao''s superior leader.


    Zhang Chao reached out to hold Chen Men''s hand: "You can make any requests you have, just tell me."


    Chen Men had originally nned to report the matter and take it to the public security bureau. Now that she had met the big chief, she should state her demands: "Chief Zhang, we don''t need apologies because the ones at fault are not the children but the adults. You, Chief Zhang, understand better than anyone that Yan Zhao''s work has touched the interests of certain people, which is why they did this."


    Zhang Chao didn''t know Wang Gang, a small-time policeman, but he nodded: "If the investigation confirms the facts, we will handle that policeman seriously."


    Wang Gang didn''t expect such a small matter to catch the attention of the city bureau chief. His face turned pale, and he almost fell backward.


    Ma Yuan also realized she was in fear, as when bullying others, she only sought momentary pleasure and vented her anger. At that time, who would have thought that Chen Men would take photos and store ultrasound images, every time going to the hospital to authenticate the injuries? This kind of meticulous approach is something ordinary people simply cannot do, or rather, no one can do it.


    Now it''s over; her husband''s future might really be in jeopardy.


    For Ma Yuan, the sky was about to copse.


    But Chen Men''s demands were far from over. Now that she had caught the city bureau chief, she had to resolve this issue thoroughly today.


    She said: "Handling Wang Gang is something your police station should do, and I can get any police station to do it for me. But Chief Zhang, have you thought about whether the children were instigated by adults? As a policeman, harboring resentment and instigating children to hit others¡ªis that person just making a mistake, or is it a crime, even a case of knowingly breaking thew?"


    "If the facts are true, then yes," Zhang Chao replied, pressed by Chen Men''s every word.


    He thought to himself that Yan Zhao''s work style is tough, and his wife is no less so.


    Chen Men then asked: "Do you think someone who knowingly breaks thew, evenmits a crime, can raise children well?"


    "If the facts are true, then no," Zhang Chao continued.


    This is the highest-ranking leader of the city bureau. He has seen countless victims'' families and mediated numerous cases, but he has never encountered a victim''s family as calm as Chen Men.


    She was calm and rational, making him a bit amazed. This femalerade is particrly reasonable.


    People like reasonable people, so although Chen Men pressed on step by step with harsh words, Chief Zhang felt that this femalerade was indeed excellent, just like Zou Jie.


    "So I have a request. For the sake of the child, the child named Xu Xiaoliang must be taken in by the public security organs for legal custody and education..." Before Chen Men finished, Zhang Chao immediately realized the severity of this femalerade''s request. He said: "Custody and education will be recorded in the child''s file, which is very detrimental to a child. A 12-year-old child, once recorded in the file, will face significant problems in future education and employment."


    Custody and education means going to a juvenile reformatory, not as a juvenile delinquent, but it will be recorded in the file. Currently, the country is considering abolishing it.


    Because children under 14 still have a bright future and life. A single mistake shouldn''t leave a mark on their file, affecting their entire life in education and employment.


    Chen Men didn''t wantpensation or apologies, but her demand was a disaster for one family.


    A 12-year-old child, if recorded and subjected to custody education, would ruin his life.


    "But I only have this one request. Because I don''t believe Wang Gang''s family has the ability to educate the child. I ask the government to at least take the child away, educate him for ten days or half a month, even just a week, but it must be custody education," Chen Men calmly said.


    Turning back, she pointed to Little Wang and Little Lang, and continued: "This also has educational significance for my children. They are the children of police officers. If they break thew, the consequences and impact are more severe than ordinary children. So I beg you, even if it''s just a week, please have the public security organs take custody and educate that child."


    Zhang Chao stood still, watching Chen Men walk away from him.


    Zou Jie added: "Even just a week of custody education would be truly good for the child."


    Good? Ma Yuan didn''t think so.


    Her nephew was only 12 years old. If he went through custody education, even for a week, his life would be ruined.


    And now, she wanted to cry but couldn''t. She now had to face the fact that when her sister found out about this, knowing she had ruined her son''s life, she wouldn''t forgive her.


    Yan Zhao had been following slowly behind to avoid meeting the leaders.


    Chen Men and the two children reached the car, and he arrived too.


    The couple didn''t speak, and the children were well-behaved.


    But the adults'' actions, setting an example, taught them two things: first, if they were bullied, they could find an adult to solve the problem. Second, even if they were the children of police officers, if they broke thew, they would also be subject to custody education. Little Wang and Little Lang had seen and heard it all, which was the best education.


    As for those who, because Yan Zhao had touched their interests, wanted to instigate their children to hit others.


    Even if Chen Men couldn''t get Xu Xiaoliang into a reformatory, she would never easilypromise.


    She would keep raising this demand, letting the matter ferment fiercely within the police system, making those people understand that acting out of momentary anger could ruin their children''s future.


    So now they just had to wait for Wang Gang and his wife toe begging and pleading.


    For their child''s future, they would surely seek rtionships, find people, and offer gifts to beg for leniency. The bigger themotion, the more people who knew about it, the better it was for Chen Men.


    ...


    As for Gu Xiao, although he hadn''t arrived yet, that day he personally called Yan Wei. Firstly, to discuss the time and amodation arrangements. ording to him, these matters didn''t need Yan Zhao''s arrangement and would be handled by Yan Dongping.


    Secondly, ording to his secretary, Xiping Airport was particrly chaotic. It was said thatst month, many foreign businessmen had their wallets stolen, and some drug addicts and motorcycle gangs would ride motorcycles to snatch bags.


    Gu Xiao''s original words were: "I heard Yan Zhao works at the Xiping City Police Bureau. Yan Wei, ask him if he can guarantee my personal safety on this trip?"


    This was actually a challenging reproach.


    Because Yan Wei is Su Wen''s son, now he had to ask the old man for investment, begging for money like a beggar.


    And Yan Zhao, also Su Wen''s son, having served in the army for twelve years and now working at the police station, in Gu Xiao''s view, was responsible for the chaotic airport security.


    These things were naturally told by Yan Dongping to Yan Dongxue, who then informed Gu Xiao.


    They were once the offspring ofndlords, and now Yan Dongping is at the bottom of society. He smokes opium and steals chickens and dogs, but as soon as he opens his mouth, he talks about social issues.


    Hooligans are like this; they don''t strive for progress, getting worse and worse, and they me the social environment.


    But Gu Xiao is in the opposition party in Singapore, and his impression of China''s national conditions is not good. He likes to hear such things the most.


    "Ask Yan Zhao for me. Can he guarantee my safety? If not, I will prepare for the possibility of being stabbed as soon as Ind, but I will stille because I must see your mother, even if it''s just her ashes. And you brothers are the best proof that Su Wen''s life in China was in vain." With that, the refined Mr. Gu hung up the phone.


    Yan Wei then called Yan Zhao, expressing empathy: "Third Brother, the airport''s security is indeed chaotic, and I know it''s not your responsibility, but can you think of a way to manage it? If not, I''ll apply to the city for police forces to focus on improving airport security."


    It''s not just Gu Xiao. Although the city is constantly seeking investment and inviting merchants from all over the country, even from Hong Kong, Macao, and Taiwan, to feast, due to insufficient police forces and the 1990s being like this, the security is indeed chaotic. Many merchantse, feast, and then leave.


    Even if you drink yourself into gastroparesis and offer the most favorable conditions, one bad apple spoils the bunch. If a motorcycle gang robs a bag, who would still want to invest in your ce?


    "No need, I''ll think about it," Yan Zhao said.


    "No ambition, are we really bringing shame to our mother?" Yan Wei sighed and hung up the phone.


    After hanging up, Yan Zhao saw Chen Men entering the bedroom to fetch rice and asked him, "Is something wrong?"


    Yan Zhao thenid out the situation to Chen Men.


    The airport was in Jinan, where the security was not under Yan Zhao''s jurisdiction. Jinan was indeed the most chaotic area in Xiping City. The main issue was not police inaction but the presence of the train station and airport, coupled with rapid social development. Now, everyone had a pager, and small hoodlums each had a motorcycle. They would ride motorcycles to snatch bags and cut hands, known as the "motorcycle gang," which needed to be addressed with special measures and strict crackdowns.


    However, every matter has a process. To open a green light for Gu Xiao alone, what about other cases?


    Yan Wei made a call, and the city bureau dispatched police forces to ensure better security when Gu Xiao arrives.


    But the police forces were still from various districts. Not only would it cause a stir, but it would also be a temporary fix. Once the police forces withdrew, Jinan would still be chaotic.


    So, Yan Zhao had to consider if there were other ways to resolve this.


    "I have a solution, but starting tonight, you have to sleep with me in the same bed," Chen Men said, patting her pillow lightly.


    It was already very hot, and sleeping with Yan Zhao was refreshingly cool.


    Yan Zhao was caught off guard by Chen Men''s suggestion. It was broad daylight, and he couldn''t just push the sun down the mountain. Since it was summer vacation, the two boys were ying and reading in the courtyard. Although Xue Mingfang had moved to 271, he was used to the military lifestyle and treated this ce as his own, oftening and going without knocking.


    "Stop joking," Yan Zhao turned to leave.


    He blushed easily, and his ears turned red.


    Yan Zhao''s wooden demeanor made Chen Menugh. Just as she was about to tease him further, a woman knocked on the gate outside: "Men, are you in?"


    Yan Zhao immediately went out.


    It was Cui Min, who entered the courtyard and said, "I have good news for you. Do you know where Gu Xiao will stay when he arrives? It''s the Dongfang Hotel. Today, a man named Yan Dongping booked the room for him."


    Gu Xiao was here just to visit rtives, wanting to meet Yan Zhao and see Su Wen''s ashes.


    Staying near Yanguan Vige was both convenient and quiet. When Yan Dongping booked the room, he naturally chose the Dongfang Hotel as the best option in the area.


    Chen Men hadn''t expected it but found it reasonable.


    "Our Yuanyuan and the ''Return to the City'' crew are featured in ''Popr Movies'' this issue. Have you seen it? I''ll arrange for a copy to be ced in the room," Cui Min added.


    In fact, not only was ''Return to the City'' featured in ''Popr TV,'' but Yuanyuan was also going to be in ''Popr Movies'' this month, with a dedicated page about her, the young star with two roles.


    If Yan Zhao heard about this, he wouldn''t approve.


    He was particrly averse to involving children in adult matters, especially those rted to Gu Xiao.


    But Chen Men was more than willing: "That would be great!"


    With Gu Xiao''s thirty thousand, Chen Men''s main achievement was the TV series ''Return to the City,'' but the effect wasn''t good. It hadn''t finished filming or aired, only a few sample episodes, which couldn''t be broadcast on TV. It could only be shown to Gu Xiao.


    With reports in two authoritative magazines as a foundation, Gu Xiao would know that although the series hadn''t aired, it was already well-known. Without her saying anything, he would understand the achievements and significance of her using his money.


    Seeking money on one''s own, like Yan Wei now, is both without face and substance.


    Participating in a meeting organized by the Propaganda Department, a group of private entrepreneurs asking for investment, Chen Men wasn''t afraid and believed she could handle it. But if Gu Xiao knew her capabilities and theyers of rtionships involved, he might invite her for a private talk.


    If that happened, perhaps she could secure more investment.


    "I''ll go buy the new magazines now and arrange them before he arrives," Chen Men said immediately.


    Cui Min smiled and said, "Just two magazines, do you think I can''t buy them?"


    As a major shareholder of 271, Cui Min also benefited from Chen Men''s investment, so she was even more enthusiastic about this matter.


    As she was about to leave, Cui Min saw Little Lang and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Men, someone recently approached Lao Liu, saying a man surnamed Wang asked for a favor, wanting Lao Liu to talk to Yan Zhao about their child hitting yours. They want to pay five hundred yuan in medical fees to settle it privately, just asking you not to involve the police and avoid their child being taken in for education. Is the child seriously injured?"


    It had only been three or four days since Chen Men caught Wang Gang and his wife.


    Chen Men had reported the case and made a reasonable request for Xu Xiaoliang to be taken in by the police for three days of education. Three days of education wasn''t a big deal, but being taken in meant a record, making him a juvenile offender.


    Wang Gang and his wife were seeking help everywhere, now causing a city-wide stir.


    Chen Men, who had the evidence, showed the photos to anyone who asked for a favor and uniformly replied, "We only follow the reporting procedure, not epting mediation or private settlement."


    After looking at the evidence, Cui Min sighed, lowered her voice, and nced at Little Lang in the courtyard, adding, "I heard that family also approached Zhou Xueqin, who seems to have business dealings with them. Zhou Xueqin is the biological mother, so if she agrees to settle, it could be troublesome."


    If Cui Min hadn''t reminded her, Chen Men wouldn''t have thought of this.


    Zhou Xueqin produced pagers, and Ma Yuan sold them, forming a supply-demand rtionship.


    It was easy for the police to investigate such rtionships. Obviously, Wang Gang''s family had found Zhou Xueqin, hoping to persuade Chen Men through her.


    But Zhou Xueqin''s consent was irrelevant; Chen Men was the child''s guardian.


    Not to mention that Zhou Xueqin wouldn''t dare to discuss this with Chen Men and Yan Zhao, even if she did, Chen Men was eager to see how angry Little Wang would be if she suggested settling privately.


    Thinking of this, she said, "If Zhou Xueqin wants to settle privately, let here and talk to Little Wang and Little Lang herself."


    As a biological mother, she probably wanted the children to hate her, right?

 Chapter 102

    Zhou Xueqin also saw the photos. The child was her own, beaten to a pulp, and the vivid images showed the child''s hands, feet, and head covered in shocking injuries. She felt heartache and intense anger.


    However, as a distributor, Ma Yuan was very capable in sales, and Zhou Xueqin didn''t want to lose such a distributor.


    So when Ma Yuan came to her for help, Zhou Xueqin scolded her but eventually decided to settle the matter privately.


    But the situation escted rapidly. Within the police force, many officers reported that their children had been targeted for revenge by criminals'' families or had been bullied by colleagues'' children due to work-rted conflicts.


    Such cases were not isted; they were widespread.


    As a result, the case was elevated to the municipal level and designated as a model case for serious handling. It involved the safety of police officers'' families and children.


    Seeing the gravity of the situation, Ma Yuan made a bold move, ordering 500 pagers worth 150,000 yuan, forcing Zhou Xueqin to settle privately.


    Zhou Xueqin was prepared, waiting only to receive the payment before going to find Little Wang and Little Lang.


    But then, a major ident urred.


    Ma Yuan''s sister, an innocent victim, saw her son''s reputation tarnished across the city without her knowledge. Now she was to be taken away by the police for re-education. Unable to bear the shock, during a quarrel, she lost control and stabbed her sister with a fruit knife, causing severe intestinal bleeding and nearly killing Ma Yuan.


    Ambnces wailed, police surrounded the house with guns drawn, Ma Yuan copsed in a pool of blood, and her sister, wielding the knife, roared through the residential building. The incident eventually made headlines in the newspaper''s social section, bringing the matter to a close.


    Zhou Xueqin was too frightened to speak, but the 500 pagers had already been delivered, and the payment was not received, resulting in a significant loss.


    As for Xu Xiaoliang''s punishment, it was to undergo re-education at a juvenile reformatory for half a month, without being recorded in his file.


    Before that, he had to apologize to Little Lang in front of the leaders of the Jindong Branch Bureau, where his father worked.


    On this sunny summer day, two little boys in singlets and sandals sat in the back seat of a car, their feet happily kicking in the air.


    Little Wang repeatedly reminded Little Lang on the way: "Don''t forgive him, because he pushed you off the balcony several times. If you weren''t so plump, you would have died. So he''s a murderer, understand?"


    Little Lang clenched his fists and said, "Okay, brother, I definitely won''t forgive him."


    Chen Men looked back at the two boys, one full of energy and the other more gentle.


    If Yuanyuan were here too, the three of them would be like three little speakers, enough to drive her crazy.


    Upon entering the police station, they went upstairs. In the corridor, a young boy, tearfully, saw Little Lang and rushed over to bow deeply, his voice trembling as he said, "Yan Minng, I''m sorry, brother apologizes to you, okay?" This was clearly taught by an adult.


    Wang Gang and Ma Yuan''s sister and brother-inw stood behind the boy, their smiles more painful than tears.


    Little Wang whispered behind Little Lang, "Don''t ept, definitely don''t ept."


    But Little Lang was a kind child, peace-loving and not fond of fighting. He immediately said, "Okay, brother, I forgive you." Then he turned to Chen Men and asked, "Mom, can I forgive this brother?"


    For the adults, this was just a formality; the unseen struggle had already concluded. Wang Gang was a bit worried, fearing Chen Men wouldn''t agree and insist on recording the incident, so he quickly said, "Alright, the children have made up, Chen boss, please be magnanimous and let my son go, okay?"


    Chen Men remained silent but scrutinized Xu Xiaoliang closely.


    This was her first time meeting the boy, who was only 12 years old. His eyebrows were particrly distinctive, thick and almost joined in the middle, leaving a deep impression on Chen Men.


    In her previous life, she had seen this child, not in reality but in a file she saw while passing by the courthouse.


    A family had a daughter who had once studied with Yuanyuan and was very beautiful.


    When Chen Men saw her at the courthouse, the girl''s face had been shed, disfigured.


    The parents were petitioning the court, seeking justice for their daughter.


    Chen Men had read the petition materials, which stated that the girl had been gang-raped and disfigured by this boy and three other fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys. However, due to insufficient evidence, the police did not ept the case, and the girl''s parents continued to petition for justice.


    Eventually, the matter was quietly resolved.


    Chen Menter inquired and learned that it involved the children of powerful families, who paid off the victims, suppressing the incident.


    Looking at the boy, just 12 years old and a bit plump, those joined eyebrows made him look ufortable.


    But the child was still a child, crying pitifully.


    Would this boy, in the future, be involved in gang-raping and disfiguring a girl?


    Seeing Zhang Chao, the bureau chief, Chen Men stepped forward to shake his hand: "Director Zhang, this child must be sent for re-education. As a mother with children, I value their education above all else. My ultimate goal is not to record his file but to ensure he receives education. Can you understand my feelings?"


    Zhang Chao found Chen Men''s thoughts quite righteous and appreciated her. He firmly shook her hand, saying, "Little Chen, don''t worry. I will personally instruct the juvenile reformatory to educate the child well."


    Wang Gang quickly added, "Yes, yes, as parents, we will definitely educate him well in the future."


    This incident resulted in a serious reprimand, though he didn''t lose his job. His wife was seriously injured in the hospital, the pager shop closed, and rtives became enemies. He had truly suffered a harsh lesson.


    Unshaven and unwashed, with a greasy cor, it was clear that he had been knocked down and frightened by this incident.


    Xu Xiaoliang''s mother pped her son on the neck and said, "Go and apologize to this aunt again, make her forgive you. If she doesn''t let you go, you''ll have to spend your life in prison. Do you want to be a man or a dog? It''s all in her hands."


    These words were harsh, and Chen Men felt the woman''s attitude was wrong.


    Moreover, whether Xu Xiaoliang would be used of gang-rape in the future was uncertain. His mother''s education was far more important than the reformatory''s.


    Chen Men immediately retorted, "Sister, how can you talk like that?"


    "Isn''t it true? Aren''t you the one forcing my son to be taken away by the reformatory?" the woman retorted.


    Wang Gang quickly advised his sister-inw, "Alright, can we stop talking?"


    The matter had concluded with Chen Men''s insistence, and she had no regrets. After receiving some education in the reformatory, Xu Xiaoliang might be able to start anew.


    His mother, however, didn''t seem like someone capable of educating a child.


    Chen Men then said to Xu Xiaoliang, "When you go to the reformatory, be sure to listen to the police officers'' teachings, understand their reasoning. They won''t harm you, okay?"


    Xu Xiaoliang nodded and walked behind his mother, his eyes still filled with hatred.


    Yan Zhao was also present, but as the bureau chief and involved in the case, he couldn''t say much. He approached Chen Men and said, "Why don''t you say a few more words?"


    He didn''t want Little Lang to so easily forgive a child who had bullied him so many times.


    Unlike Little Wang, Little Lang''s personality was like a soft melon, seemingly not holding grudges at all.


    This was not good at all. Yan Zhao worried that if something like this happened again, his son would easily forgive someone who simply offered a casual apology after hitting him. More than being concerned about other children''s upbringing, Yan Zhao feared his son might be taken advantage of in the future.


    Among the three children, Chen Men actually liked Little Lang''s personality the most - generous and gentle. Because he had an older brother and sister who always instructed him, he never got to make his own decisions, which prevented him from showing his character''s strengths. But Chen Men felt that although he was young and appeared soft, he wasn''t someone without opinions or someone whose kindness made him weak.


    She wanted to see how he would handle this situation, to give him a chance to exercise his judgment.


    So she said to Little Lang, "Yan Minng, since you''ve said you forgive him, this matter is settled. Is there anything else you''d like to say to Brother Xu Xiaoliang? Share your thoughts, okay?"


    Little Lang tilted his head thoughtfully for a moment, then suddenly extended his hand and said, "Brother, would you like to arm wrestle with me?"


    Xu Xiaoliang was taken aback. Already frightened by his family''s reaction, he was especially careful with Little Lang now, so he extended his hand, though he didn''t understand what Little Lang was trying to do.


    Little Lang couldn''t win fights because he was small, but he regrly practiced punching and horse stance, giving his small hands tremendous strength. After gripping Xu Xiaoliang''s hand, he first said, "I''m going to use my strength now, okay?"


    "Ah... it hurts... it hurts!" When Little Lang gripped with force, Xu Xiaoliang felt intense pain in his hand. The boy was already crying, and trying to break free from Little Lang''s grip, he began spinning around Little Lang, hoping to shake him off. But Little Lang''s frequent horse stance practice had given him a stable foundation, and his grip was strong. He didn''t budge an inch, holding Xu Xiaoliang''s hand firmly until he had pressed him against the wall, only then releasing his grip.


    "Amazing, amazing, this child is really something, such great strength," Wang Gang quickly apuded. "This child really has incredible strength."


    Little Lang released Xu Xiaoliang and raised his wrist, saying, "He couldn''t beat me before either, he only hurt me because he always pushed me from behind when I wasn''t looking." Then he said to Xu Xiaoliang, "We can fight in the future if you want, but no sneak attacks - let''s fight fair and square."


    He didn''t hold grudges and could forgive, but he needed to prove he could beat this older boy.


    When the child finished speaking, Zhang Chao smiled and shook Yan Zhao''s hand: "Like father, like son. Yan Zhao, your son has the makings of a general. I bet when he gets bigger, even I might not be able to beat him. You can rest easy now - he probably won''t be bullied at school anymore."


    Everyone from the branch bureau who was watching this sceneughed, with Ma Bo and Xiong Xiangdangughing especially loudly.


    Wang Gang''s family looked embarrassed, appearing as if they wanted to shrink into a mouse hole.


    And with that, this small group''s attempt at revenge came to an end.


    Little Wang, who had been furious earlier about his brother being too kind and quick to forgive others, had been nning to properly educate his "spineless" brother when they got home. But now he was pleased and said to Chen Men, "I didn''t realize your little softie had it in him."


    Indeed - gentle and kind, but firm when needed and flexible when appropriate. Even though Chen Men hadn''t caught them in the act or found evidence at the time, and even though Little Lang might still get bullied by other children, she knew he would eventually earn their respect through his strength, thanks to his stable stance and powerful fists.


    This little fellow truly had the makings of a general - broad-minded and generous, yet dignified andposed, even more exceptional than his father.


    After epting the apology, the family declined Wang Gang''s offer of a reconciliatory dinner. Since Yan Zhao had just finished work, they happily headed home together.


    On the way home, Little Lang and Little Wang were discussing how they would tell Yuanyuan about what had happened when she returned.


    Especially the part where Little Lang arm-wrestled Xu Xiaoliang until he spun around him - Little Wang found it increasingly amusing and nned to embellish the story when retelling it, making sure to emphasize that particr scene.


    However, just as the car stopped, Little Wang suddenly cried out, "Mom, look quickly, something big must have happened!"


    Chen Men looked outside and was also startled, because at their doorstep stood about twenty young men.


    In the height of August summer, against the snow-white wall and beneath arge peony tree, stood a group of young men in olive-green military uniforms.


    Factory 271 currently had 28 people, all veterans, young men whose daily work involved going out to sell old military uniforms, old leather shoes, belts, and caps. They all wore old-style military uniforms themselves.


    Usually, they stayed at the factory, where Chen Men also worked. Only Xue Mingfang, who was fond of the children, frequently visited Chen Men''s home - the other young men didn''te.


    Today should have been their day off, yet they were all here, squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, lookingpletely dejected. Xue Mingfang''s eyes were red, but strangely, his face looked more flushed than usual. When Chen Men looked closer, she noticed severalrge handprint marks on his face, which he must have pped onto himself.


    He reached into his pocket, and several of the young men couldn''t hold back their tears.


    Some were quietly sobbing while covering their eyes.


    In that moment, Chen Men even wondered if someone had died heroically and Xue Mingfang was about to present her with some memento. If his pocket hadn''t been too small to hold a dead person, she might have thought he was about to pull out a corpse.


    Staring at Xue Mingfang''s hand, Chen Men''s heart was racing with fear.


    She felt certain that Xue Mingfang must have gotten into serious trouble that she couldn''t handle.


    The entire Factory 271 might be finished.


    So she watched intently.


    Xue Mingfang''s hand trembled as he pulled out a wallet from his pocket, held it out to Chen Men, and suddenly dropped to one knee: "Commander, you might as well execute me by firing squad. Out of this week''s 5,600 yuan in sales, there are 5 counterfeit bills."


    Nearly scared to death, Chen Men had thought something much worse had happened, but it was just about counterfeit money.


    In those days, people weren''t very familiar with hundred-yuan bills, and counterfeits had just started appearing. Banks hadn''t yet educated people on how to identify fake bills, and soldiers, being honest by nature, were particrly susceptible to being deceived.


    Ordinary people who received counterfeit money wouldn''t make a fuss about it, they would quietly try to spend it elsewhere.


    But veterans had received education and understood right from wrong - discipline wouldn''t allow them to do that.


    And now the money they had earned from sales was their entire sry. Although the factory was operating, it wasn''t doing well at all. They worked hard to make sales to support their families and themselves. Five hundred yuan was two months'' sry for one person - it felt like the sky was falling.


    Xue Mingfang was the manager, and although everyone had collected the money, he was in charge of finances, so this was his responsibility.


    "Who received the counterfeit money, where was it received, do you remember anything about it? Step forward," Yan Zhao said as he took the money.


    A man named Wang Meng stood up and said through gritted teeth, "I remember what the person who gave me the fake money looks like. If I catch him, I won''t let him off easy."


    "Where did you receive the counterfeit money?" Yan Zhao continued to ask.


    Wang Meng said bitterly, "Near the airport."


    Yan Zhao nced at Chen Men - of course it was the airport. Not only were there opium smokers, pickpockets, and machete gangs there, but also people specifically passing counterfeit money.


    The fake money was in Yan Zhao''s hand, and he was looking at Chen Men. Little Wang and Little Lang were also watching their mother.


    Little Lang, being the kindest and most gentle-natured, reached out to shake his mother''s arm: "Mom, please don''t execute Uncle Xue!"


    Little Wang also took it seriously, pulling out his wool wallet from his pocket and saying, "I have five ''Great Unity'' notes, I''llpensate you, just please don''t execute Uncle Xue, okay?"


    Xue Mingfang was a good young man, conscientious, hardworking, and responsible.


    But true to his name, his tendency to make a big show of things sometimes really angered Chen Men.


    "I won''t forgive you, and if you don''t stand up right now, I''ll execute each and every one of you by firing squad," Chen Men said angrily.


    The group of veterans realized Chen Men was angry and gradually stood up, looking confused and at a loss, except for Xue Mingfang who remained on one knee.


    Having a group of soldiers gathered at their doorstep was attention-grabbing enough, but having one kneeling before Chen Men - what had this turned into?


    "Xue Mingfang, what, you''re so eager to be executed? Then go find me a gun! I don''t have a gun or bullets, so how am I supposed to execute you?" Chen Men said.


    Xue Mingfang realized Chen Men was angry and immediately stood up, saying, "I made a terrible mistake, it''s unforgivable."


    "You received counterfeit money. Learn from this lesson. Tomorrow morning, don''t sell clothes first. Go to the bank and find a teller. Let''s all learn properly how to identify genuine currency. What''s the point of executing you? Who would sell the clothes then?" Chen Men retorted.


    Since they had received fake money, getting some training and remembering the key points of identifying counterfeits would be enough to be more careful in the future. Xue Mingfang nodded in agreement but quickly added, "I''llpensate for this five hundred yuan."


    His mother was still in the hospital, and his girlfriend Liu Jingjing had only agreed toe to Xiping City to see him and reconcile after Commander Liu''s intervention. He desperately needed money right now - how could he afford topensate?


    "Commander, I''llpensate!"


    "I''ll pay for it, Commander, I have money!"


    The group of veterans started shouting again.


    If Chen Men actually let thempensate, she would look like the bad person in Little Wang and Little Lang''s eyes again.


    Besides, in business, there were ways to handle such situations without everyone getting so worked up. Chen Men said, "We''ll record the counterfeit money as a bad debt first and offset it with future profits. But this is an exception - from now on, whoever carelessly epts counterfeit money will have it deducted from their wages. Let''s make this an official rule."


    "Yes, Commander!" Xue Mingfang immediately responded loudly.


    Military orders were truly absolute, and these people were genuinely obedient - they just loved to shout and insisted on calling her Commander, refusing to change.


    Chen Men had a reserved, quiet, and low-key personality. She didn''t like drawing too much attention in the vige and worried about gossip when these veterans kept calling her Commander.


    "Dismiss now," she said.


    The young men lined up and gave Chen Men a ceremonial salute, looking at her as if she were their mother. However, just as everyone was smiling and about to leave, Yan Zhao suddenly called out, "Xiao Xue."


    "Colonel, present!" His scalp tingled at the colonel''s call.


    "Starting tomorrow, try to sell clothes around Jinan Airport. If you encounter any pickpockets, motorcycle thieves, or counterfeiters..." Yan Zhao walked over and saluted Xue Mingfang, "Catch them in the act and take them to the police station. If the local police are toozy to detain the criminals, bring them directly to Jindong District."


    "Yes, sir!" Xue Mingfang returned the salute and led his men away, marching in formation.


    As soon as Yan Zhao turned around, he saw Chen Men, who had been cheerful on her way home, now looking resentful. She coldly snorted, "I get to be the bad guy while you father and son curry favor with them. Those are my soldiers, I''m theirmander - what right do you have to make them catch criminals?"


    Yan Zhao was stunned for a moment. "I thought you wouldn''t mind?"


    "How could I not mind? I mind very much." Chen Men entered the bedroom, deliberately throwing her handbag onto the bed. "A group of salespeople not selling goods but catching thieves instead - who''s going to pay their wages, you?"


    The 28th group of veterans were police officers who could start work without training, perhaps even more suitable for maintaining order than non-veteran police officers. Having them temporarily maintain order at the train station and airport while selling goods was the best solution Yan Zhao could think of to handle the chaos at these locations before Gu Xiao arrived. He would then figure out how to deploy more police forces and promote strictw enforcement.


    But these veterans only earned three hundred yuan a month and worked extremely hard from dawn to dusk to make money. While others used public resources for private gain, Yan Zhao''s approach could be considered using private resources for public good.


    The bigger problem was that the veterans particrly enjoyed catching criminals. There was a risk they would prioritize catching thieves over selling goods properly. If this affected their sales, Chen Men might not even be able to pay their wages next month.


    The man was undressing, removing his military green short-sleeved shirt. His white undershirt served as a dividing line - bronze skin and fierce muscles above, milk-white, delicate, and firm skin below.


    He was about to remove his undershirt, his arms raised in the air, when he managed to squeeze out three words: "I''m sorry!"


    Chen Men was clearly genuinely angry, but Yan Zhao didn''t know what to do. Although Chen Men''s shoes were actually clean, he still pulled his undershirt back down and grabbed the slippers, asking, "Shall I clean your shoes?"


    "The shoes are clean, no need," Chen Men said.


    Yan Zhao then asked, "Should I massage your feet?"


    If he massaged her feet and then her face, Chen Men wouldn''t be able to eat dinner.


    "No need," she said impatiently.


    Yan Zhao stood there, truly at a loss for what to do.


    Chen Men tried to maintain herposure, though her heart was nearly beating out of her chest. She patted her pillow and said in a voice that she didn''t realize was both suppressed and barely containingughter, "If you want to use my people, it''s not impossible, but starting tonight, Director Yan, you must sleep in my bed."


    Actually, wherever there was chaos, having those veterans do business there while maintaining order was something Chen Men had thought of when Yan Zhao mentioned Gu Xiao a few days ago. She had nned to suggest it then, but Yan Zhao hadn''t picked up on it.


    Today he had brought it up himself, so she would continue with her own demands - she wanted him to sleep with her from now on.


    But Chen Men was still a woman after all.


    She didn''t understand why this man stubbornly refused to take her hints. She was a woman - how could a woman always be so forward?


    Didn''t she know how to feel shy?


    So before Yan Zhao could react, she covered her face and ran out the door.


    Of course, it wasn''t just Chen Men who was nearly dying of embarrassment when she said those words. Director Yan''s ears were redder than a rabbit''s eyes, staying red from dusk until after dinner. When she was in the courtyard taking a shower, Chen Men suddenly noticed that his originally milk-white skin had turnedpletely pink.


    No, when he turned around, his eyes were red too.


    A big rabbit with red eyes - how frightening!

 Chapter 103

    The next morning, Little Lang and Little Wang, as usual, woke up early and went next door to ask Yan Dawei if there was any news about Qin Yu, and when Yuanyuan and Ningning would be back from Shanbei.


    Of course, the news they received was still that the filming had not finished and they were noting back yet.


    The two children returned disappointed and just happened to run into their father, who was about to go out. Hmm, why were his eyes so red?


    "There''s breakfast in the kitchen. Don''t disturb your mother; quietly go eat breakfast," Yan Zhao said and left.


    Little Wang went into the kitchen and found the usual white porridge and freshly steamed buns, along with some pickles. His father''s breakfast was always the same, and it was really hard to swallow. Chen Men rarely slept in, and Yan Zhao had instructed not to disturb her, so Little Wang decided to take some money and buy breakfast himself.


    However, as he dashed to the gate with his long, thin legs, the child suddenly backed up and cried out in surprise: "Mom..." followed by a loud shout: "Mom!"


    Chen Men had simply wanted to sleep in the same bed as Yan Zhao, butst night, Yan Zhao had made an exception and engaged in physical activity twice. And when Chen Men expressed her reluctance and objections, he was surprisingly puzzled and asked, "Didn''t you say you wanted to sleep in the same bed? Do you want to do it twice?"


    Chen Men had only mentioned wanting to sleep in the same bed, not wanting to engage in physical activity twice in one night. She had given birth, was getting older, and valued sleep and self-care more than anything. With how busy she was during the day, how could she possibly want to waste tens of minutes on such activities?


    So during the second round, halfway through, she kicked Yan Zhao out of bed.


    It wasn''t until the morning, seeing how frustrated Yan Zhao was, that Chen Men finally satisfied his needs.


    She was indeed sore today, feeling quite ufortable all over.


    Hearing Little Wang''s call, Chen Men immediately sat up. After all, she had raised these children herself, and from their voices, she could tell that something big must have happened again.


    "Men, why are you still in bed? I brought you breakfast," it was Zhou Xueqin.


    She was here again!


    Whenever their biological mother came, Little Lang and Little Wang always felt like the world was ending. They pushed the door open and jumped to Chen Men''s bedside.


    Chen Men was looking for her slippers to get out of bed when Zhou Xueqin''s voice followed: "I brought you a few roujiamos from Chen''s Old Shop in Jinnan."


    Chen''s Old Shop in Jinnan was indeed famous throughout Xiping City, with buns so delicious that you couldn''t get in line.


    The incident where Little Lang was beaten had been resolved. Chen Men had heard from Zhou Qiaofang that Zhou Xueqin had supplied 500 pagers to Ma Yuan but hadn''t received payment yet, and was currently in a state of panic.


    No one visits without a reason. Zhou Xueqin was so eager toe, Chen Men guessed that she either wanted her to intervene and help collect the payment for those 500 pagers from Ma Yuan, or she was hoping to get some investment from Gu Xiao, who was about to arrive, by trying to cozy up to her again.


    She stepped out, asking, "Sister, do you have something to say?"


    Zhou Xueqin smiled and said, "What could I possibly need? I just came to see you and the kids."


    Obviously, it wasn''t that Chen Men didn''t wee her. Little Lang was mumbling, "Bad auntie."


    Little Wang took Chen Men''s shoes and quietly sat on the edge of the bed, observing silently.


    Zhou Xueqin had indeed brought a few golden-thread roujiamos, made in the style of the old Tongguan, crispy to the point of crumbling, with all lean meat showing through the cracks. Chen Men went out to brush her teeth, and Zhou Xueqin followed with the buns, making small talk: "I see you and Yan Zhao have a good rtionship."


    As ex-husband and ex-wife, even someone like Yan Xishan nevermented on Chen Men and Yan Zhao''s rtionship, as it was considered distasteful. Zhou Xueqin, who was beautiful, good at socializing, and now self-proimed as a strong woman, should have some pride.


    She wouldn''t look back at a man she had abandoned, even if she regretted it, she wouldn''t show it.


    Her sudden remark, though Chen Men tried to hide her disgust, couldn''t help but feel a bit repulsed.


    "It''s just life, what''s good or bad about it?" Chen Men picked up her toothbrush to brush her teeth.


    Zhou Xueqin leaned in a bit more and said, "Actually, he''s not without his tricks, and you know, despite his stubbornness, there are quite a few women who like him and throw themselves at him, especially in his unit. There are especially many young girls like that. For Little Lang and Little Wang, and for your family, you have to be careful in this aspect, don''t end up like me, being fooled like a fool, and then when Yan Zhao makes a scandal, it''s us who lose face, you understand, right?"


    Chen Men paused her toothbrush and spat out some white foam.


    Zhou Xueqin wasn''t just hinting, she was outright stating that Yan Zhao would have a scandal with some woman at work.


    Her attitude wasn''t just meddling in someone else''s rtionship, it was also somewhat of a provocation.


    This woman really didn''t want her two sons to have a good life.


    Chen Men let out a coldugh and looked back at Zhou Xueqin: "Sister, you''re at least a strong woman, do you really care about whether a man loves you or not? Even with Yan Xishan, I never cared, so why would I care about Yan Zhao?"


    Zhou Xueqin, provoked by Chen Men, raised her voice: "But you have to guard against him giving you a green hat, don''t you?"


    "It''s a new society now, no more concubines allowed. If it were the old days, even if he took a concubine, I wouldn''t object. It would just mean one more person to help with the housework." Chen Men said, putting down her toothbrush and picking up a towel to wash her face.


    Zhou Xueqin was a reincarnated soul and naturally knew about Yan Zhao''s emotional life in his previous life.


    In that life, she was Yan Zhao''s wife and then his ex-wife, clearly knowing that although Qi Songlu had no emotional rtionship with Yan Zhao, there was a girl named Liu Jingjing who would have some unclear rtionship with him, and that would affect his promotion.


    Zhou Xueqin thought she was doing Chen Men a favor by reminding her, and if Chen Men was happy, she hoped she could help her get the 150,000 yuan owed to her by Ma Yuan.


    But Chen Men didn''t even respond, and her tone was so tough.


    Since she wasn''t responding, Zhou Xueqin decided to drop the subject. When Yan Zhao''s work was affected and he was disciplined, let Chen Men cry then.


    Turning back to look at her two biological sons, both were full of vignce, huddled in Chen Men''s bedroom, their eyes fixed on her through the ss window.


    They were exactly like two ungrateful wolves.


    150,000 yuan in unpaid bills, if she couldn''t get it back, she''d have to go to Ma Yuan''s warehouse to move the goods.


    That still meant not making a single cent.


    What a bad omen!


    Putting the roujiamos on the windowsill, Zhou Xueqin suppressed her anger and turned to leave.


    ...


    As the end of August approached, the summer in Xiping City was about to pass.


    This summer, Yan Wei and Qi Songlu got along quite well, thanks to Chen Men creating opportunities for them to date, often taking Little Lang with them, and Little Lang had gained anotheryer of fat.


    Of course, it might also be that Yan Wei was the one with a one-sided crush, as Qi Songlu was always indifferent towards him.


    What disappointed Yan Xishan greatly was that Yan Wei had actually developed real feelings for the thirty-year-old Qi Songlu, who he considered a leftover woman.


    Once, when Yan Wei went to pick up Qi Songlu from work, he even told Yan Xishan, "Xishan, Qi Songlu can cook!"


    What was so special about a woman who could cook? Yan Xishan thought Yan Wei was out of his mind.


    "Last time at my dorm, she also helped me clean, and washed Little Lang''s dirty sweater," Yan Wei added.


    Wasn''t it natural for a woman to clean and doundry?


    Then Yan Wei sighed and said, "My ex-wife never did these things, I did everything at home and outside. I have to hold on to Qi Songlu, really, marrying her, I think I can still find happiness."


    After hearing this, Yan Xishan pped himself hard.


    All these things Chen Men could do, and she did them exceptionally well. And wasn''t this the ultimate requirement of a man for a woman?


    What was it like to realize after a divorce that your ex-wife was exceptionally good and hard to rece?


    Yan Xishan deeply felt that he must have been crazy to have an affair!


    Yan Wei seriously considered forming a family with Qi Songlu, which led to the mention of Mi Lan. Without a job or a house, currently renting in the capital, and having to support Yan Ha, Yan Wei sent her 50 yuan a month for living expenses.


    With that fifty yuan, Mi Lan could only afford to eat cabbage noodles every day, which was extremely difficult for her.


    But once he remarried, he couldn''t give Mi Lan any money anymore.


    So Yan Wei started looking for connections to help Mi Lan find a job, so she could support herself after his remarriage. The job was almost settled, a ticket collector on the bus, which was a formal job, earning three hundred yuan a month.


    But just then, militaryw received awsuit, someone wanted to sue for Wang Gebi, to overturn her case and get her out of prison.


    Yan Wei hated Wang Gebi the most. Hearing that Wang Gebi was still trying to stir up trouble, he called a fellow soldier again and canceled Mi Lan''s job, and even stopped sending her the fifty yuan a month.


    After further inquiry, he learned the details.


    It was Gu Xiao, who had already arrived in the capital. Beforeing to Xiping City, he prepared to overturn Wang Gebi''s case and submitted all the letters exchanged between him and Wang Gebi to the military prison of the General Military Region, trying to prove that Wang Gebi was not a spy.


    The letters were quickly submitted to Yan Peiheng.


    Yan Peiheng had long known about the correspondence between Wang Gebi and Gu Xiao. The old man was extremely angry, but also somewhat gloating. He had been deceived by Wang Gebi, and so had Gu Xiao.


    So no one was nobler or smarter than the other.


    Of course, that day, Yan Peiheng faxed all the letters to Yan Zhao and his brothers.


    And through this, Yan Zhao and his brothers could know the full content of the letters exchanged between Wang Gebi and Gu Xiao over the years.


    It wasn''t that they talked about anything too outrageous.


    After flipping through, Yan Zhao could only summarize it in one sentence: exploiting the dead, eating blood-soaked buns.


    Wang Gebi indeed described herself as Su Wen''s best friend in the letters, and even took credit for the medicine Su Wen received, iming she had been sending medicine non-stop to treat Su Wen''s illness!


    And the most absurd part was that she didn''t describe Yan Zhao and his brothers as bad, but kept praising Yan Jun, saying he was kind and filial to his mother.


    That''s why Yan Jun, after going to the United States, didn''t struggle like others, supporting his unemployed sister-inw and three children, and living well now, all thanks to Gu Xiao''s support and connections.


    Naturally, without knowing the truth, Yan Jun would speak up for Wang Gebi.


    And the matter of Yan Dongping''s cousin was also arranged by Wang Gebi, with Yan Peiheng''s help.


    Yan Dongxue was also sent abroad by Wang Gebi, to Gu Xiao''s side.


    To get things done, you don''t need many people, just one Yan Dongxue and one Yan Jun, both speaking up for Wang Gebi, Gu Xiao naturally believed without a doubt that Wang Gebi was indeed Su Wen''s good friend.


    These were all easily exinable. Yan Zhao had evidence, and once Gu Xiao arrived, the truth woulde out.


    But Wang Gebi wrote a paragraph in one of the letters.


    She said, Su Wen had arge sum of property, unwilling to leave it to unworthy descendants, so she gave it to her. She wanted to hand it over to Gu Xiao after he returned, to be kept in trust by him.


    And she only had one request, to be a nun, to spend the rest of her life praying for Su Wen.


    This sentence caught Yan Zhao''s attention.


    Su Wen lived a frugal life, but was not poor. Yan Peiheng never stopped sending her living expenses, Yan Zhao sent all his sry before marriage to his mother, Yan Jun and his brothers sent money every year, and Old Madam Yan,ing from the old society, also had some savings. Although she hated her daughter-inw when she was young, she had repented before her death and left all her savings to Su Wen.


    Su Wen probably left behind a few thousand yuan, or a few bracelets, a pair of rings, things that were Su Wen''s property and her tokens.


    Wang Gebi had been in the capital, but Xiping City had Mi De, who had once been the director of the Public Security Bureau. He must have been keeping an eye on Su Wen for Wang Gebi.


    Could it be that when Yan Zhao was away in the army, Wang Gebi had instructed Mi De to embezzle Old Madam Yan''s things?


    Herst move was to use those things to make Gu Xiao believe she was the good, kind, and good to Su Wen side, and then, thinking beautifully, she wanted to find a temple to support her in her old age, to be a nun. Would the Buddha ept her?


    She was so kind and beautiful, how much sympathy did she win from Gu Xiao?


    After looking at the letters face to face with Yan Wei for a long time, Yan Zhao couldn''t figure out what his mother''s legacy was, so he took the letters home to discuss with Men, to see what that thing was.


    Holding the letters, Yan Zhao looked at Chen Men, who was also looking at Yan Zhao.


    What exactly was the thing Su Wen had left behind?


    Yan Zhao couldn''t guess at all. After all, he left home at a young age to join the army, and rarely returned home after that. Even when he did, he had littlemunication with his mother.


    When collecting Su Wen''s remains, besides a few old clothes, there was nothing valuable, and Yan Zhao burned everything.


    In his mind, it should have been small rings, earrings, bracelets, or the harmonica Gu Xiao left behind.


    But Chen Men didn''t think so. She had a hunch that her mother-inw wasn''t that kind of person.


    If it were just a few small rings or earrings, Yan Bin would have collected them when arranging the funeral and handed them to Yan Zhao. Yan Bin wouldn''t have been tempted by things, nor could he have been bought off. He didn''t collect anything, which proved that Old Madam really didn''t leave any legacy.


    But what exactly was that thing?


    So the problem now was that Su Wen probably had a legacy, but that thing was in Wang Gebi''s hands.


    The entire Yan family, three generations, none of them knew what that thing was.


    Things developed quickly. Gu Xiao only stayed in the capital for a day before taking a ne to Xiping City.


    Before leaving, he called Yan Zhao and only said one sentence: "Xiao Zhao, wait for me at the ce where your mother''s ashes are kept. I will go straight there when I arrive."


    Yan Zhao received the call at home. He wasn''t Zhou Xueqin, nor had he been reborn, so of course, he was surprised, because the ce where Su Wen''s ashes were kept, no one knew except him.


    Today was August 31st. Yuanyuan finally finished filming before the end of summer vacation and was about to return.


    Chen Men took the child''s summer homework back in advance and was busy correcting it with Little Wang.


    It was also the first time she asked Yan Zhao: "Where exactly are your mother''s ashes?"


    "Next to Lotus Park, inside Lotus Temple. When my mother arranged her will, she said not to tell anyone where her ashes are kept, and I''ve never mentioned it to anyone. How did Gu Xiao know?" Yan Zhao asked back.


    Lotus Temple was arge temple. Su Wen was ay Buddhist when she was alive, and her ashes were ced in the temple after her death, which wasmon practice.


    Gu Xiao did like Su Wen, understood Su Wen, and could guess it, which Chen Men thought was normal.


    Yan Wei had already set off for the airport to pick up Gu Xiao.


    In two hours, Gu Xiao would arrive in Xiping City, and at this time, Yan Zhao still couldn''t figure out what his mother''s legacy was.


    Gu Xiao had Yan Dongxue and Yan Dongping by his side.


    He also made a request to the General Military Region, asking them to release Wang Gebi from prison.


    Wang Gebi had been biding her time, and this sudden move caught them off guard!


    Judging from the current situation, it was very unfavorable for Yan Zhao and his brothers.


    "The sky full of flowers, the sky full of clouds, sifting gold with a fine sieve, half a sieve of sand..." A loud song sounded outside the door, followed by a little girl in a floral blouse, two cloth sandals, with two pigtails sticking up, and dark skin, running into the yard, immediately shouting: "Mom, I''m back!"


    After a summer in northern Shaanxi, Yuanyuan finished filming all the rural scenes of "Return to the City" and finally returned.


    "Why isn''t Dad happy?" The little girl saw her dad''s face was darker than usual and asked puzzledly.


    Little Wang was correcting the homework and turned back to say: "Who knows, he only talks to Mom, always whispering."


    Little Lang eximed: "Sister, why did you be like this?"


    Dark, Yuanyuan''s skin tone was almost as dark as Yan Zhao''s.


    Yan Zhao had to go to Lotus Temple, naturally wanting Chen Men to apany him, to think about what Su Wen''s legacy was on the way.


    But no,pared to Gu Xiao, clearly Yuanyuan''s homework was more important.


    So Chen Men said, "You go ahead, I need to watch the kids do their homework, and I''ll think about it properlyter."


    The inheritance left by her mother-inw, whom she had never met, now had to be pondered by Chen Men herself.


    Just saying, isn''t this strange?


    And that inheritance was something Wang Gebi had been secretly suppressing, turning things upside down, never imagining what it could be, that olddy would have to jump out of prison.


    As for Yan Wei, he was currently at the airport.


    The feared motorcycle gangs, cut-hand gangs, and those who smoked opium and picked pockets didn''t ur, as the airport''s security was quite good recently.


    The entire area around the airport was orderly, even tricycles, motorcycles, and donkey carts were surprisingly following traffic rules.


    But even he couldn''t imagine what the legacy left by his mother would be.


    As soon as he arrived at the airport, Yan Wei saw a Toyota Crown parked at the VIP exit. The car belonged to Xiping City''s current richest man, Xiong Dapao.


    The driver''s seat was upied by Xiong Dapao''s driver, but the person standing beside the car was Yan Dongping.


    Clearly, Yan Dongping had borrowed a good car from the richest man, Xiong Dapao, specifically to wee Gu Xiao.


    Yan Wei, along with Yan Bin, drove a car assigned by the Propaganda Department, an old Santana, with a broken air conditioner, both of them sweating profusely.


    Yan Bin looked at Yan Dongping and said, "That bastard Yan Dongping has always wanted to go abroad. He''s so eager to please Gu Laozi because he wants to go abroad, to Singapore."


    When Gu Xiao was in Yanguan Vige, everyone always called him Gu Laozi, so Yan Bin still uses this term.


    Yan Wei thought so too.


    However, their brothers have never spoken to Yan Dongping, thendlord''s brat, so they just smiled from a distance without approaching to greet him.


    With ten minutes to spare, the two brothers stood outside and smoked a cigarette. They then entered the VIP arrival hall, and soon saw Gu Xiaoing out of the arrival channel with three people.


    Yan Dongxue is a pretty girl who has been abroad for four or five years, probably 27 this year. Her attire was quite in, wearing t shoes made of cloth, following closely behind Gu Xiao.


    Yan Bin, seeing Gu Xiao from afar, sighed first, "This old man looks even better than when he was young, is it because of his wealth?"


    Yan Wei had seen photos of Gu Xiao, and indeed, he was a strikingly handsome old man.


    In person, he looked even better than in the photos.


    Why does a man need to be so handsome?


    The two brothers, driving an old Santana, came to pick up Yan Peiheng''s lifelong enemy, carrying the task of attracting investment, feeling overwhelmedpared to the opium addict,ndlord''s brat Yan Dongping, almost ready to copse, yet they still had the mood to gossip,paring Yan Peiheng and Gu Xiao to find their father''s advantages.


    "My dad is dark-skinned and strong, at least he can do farm work, this guy obviously can''t do farm work," Yan Wei summarized after observing for a while.


    Yan Bin''s rtionship with Song Huaihua has gradually improved recently, as he has been honest and not yed any tricks, finally able to get into Song Huaihua''s bed. But since Song Huaihua was promoted to the General Bureau, many young men have been trying to curry favor with her, which Yan Bin is very jealous of. What''s worse, Song Huaihua has been quite amodating to those young men.


    He didn''t dare to tell anyone to avoid embarrassment.


    Throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, he said resentfully, "What do you know, old second? Women like these delicate, seemingly useless handsome men."


    In the blink of an eye, Yan Dongping had already stepped forward to greet Gu Xiao: "Uncle Gu, take my car, I borrowed the best car in the city to pick you up."


    Gu Xiao stared at Yan Dongping for a while, sniffed unconsciously, then walked towards Yan Wei: "Is this Xiao Zhao?"


    Time flies, people change, Yan Wei''s face is very simr to Su Wen''s, Gu Xiao recognized him as Su Wen''s child at a nce. But he didn''t know Yan Wei, mistaking him for Yan Zhao.


    Yan Wei quickly extended his hand: "I''m the second, Yan Wei."


    "Get in the car," the old man said.


    His hand was very cold, like a dead person''s, dressed in a suit and tie, with gold-rimmed sses, indeed looking both aloof and proud. Yan Wei then took him to the car, and besides Yan Dongxue, the other two attendants got into Yan Dongping''s car.


    "Is this your car?" the old man asked after getting in.


    "It''s assigned by the Propaganda Department," Yan Wei honestly said, "I can''t afford a car."


    Gu Xiao followed up with, "ording to regtions, the city''s Propaganda Department should have a Toyota Crown for guest reception, especially for foreign guests with assets over 1 million."


    Yes, the city does have a Toyota Crown, but Yan Wei''s level isn''t high enough to apply for it, the leaders only demand performance from him, not better equipment.


    Before Yan Wei could speak, Gu Xiao added, "I heard you haven''t reached the deputy section level in your unit." Just a small clerk.


    Yan Dongxue, a good conversationalist, immediately snorted with a coldugh.


    Yan Wei and Yan Bin in the front seat exchanged nces: This old man has been in Singapore, how does he know so much about the Chinese officialdom?


    And with one sentence after another, he exposed Yan Wei''s current predicament in the unit.


    The old man didn''te to pay respects to Su Wen, he came to humiliate them, right?


    With this, does Yan Wei still want to attract investment?


    Yan Wei himself feels like he''s daydreaming, wishing for the impossible.


    Alright, let''s head straight to Lotus Temple. Today is the first time Yan Wei found out that his mother''s ashes were actually kept in a nunnery.


    He had already called Yan Peiheng and told him, and also informed him that Gu Xiao had long guessed this and was now heading to Lotus Temple.


    After hearing this, Yan Peiheng silently hung up the phone.


    The old man now knows where his wife''s ashes are, and his rival knew it 800 years earlier, the mood can be imagined.


    Yan Zhao is already inside Lotus Temple, this ce is in the city, next to Lotus Park, and Lotus Lake, thergestke in Xiping City, is right across from the nunnery.


    Originally, there were a few nuns in the temple who were familiar with Su Wen, and Yan Zhao wanted to ask if they knew what the legacy Su Wen left was.


    But after inquiring, he found out that almost all the old nuns had died, and those who hadn''t were transferred by the Religious Affairs Bureau to other ces.


    The new ones are government-appointed, only collecting incense money, and know nothing else.


    This ce is now very popr with incense, even on weekends, peoplee to burn incense in droves, and many even put hundred-yuan notes in the incense box.


    Su Wen''s ashes, like manyy practitioners, are kept in the underground pce of Lotus Temple, where the ashes of believers are stored.


    Yan Zhao walked around the temple, seeing the time was almost up, guessed Gu Xiao would be arriving soon, and was about to head towards the entrance of the underground pce when he suddenly noticed Zhou Xueqin sneaking around not far from the underground pce.


    She also wants to attract investment from Gu Xiao, recently got close to Yan Dongping, and should have gotten the information from him, here to fish for opportunities.


    Ex-husband and ex-wife, Yan Zhao red fiercely, second by second, Zhou Xueqin slowly retreated.


    Zhou Xueqin probably still wanted to say something, but facing Yan Zhao, she didn''t dare to be bold.


    And then Gu Xiao arrived.


    It was too hot, the car had no air conditioning, the old man was almost heatstroke, needing Yan Dongxue to support him to walk.


    Entering the nunnery, going up and down steps, although the ce wasn''t big, it was winding, making the old man dizzy.


    In Zhou Xueqin''s view, this was no different from the development of the previous life, Gu Xiao and Yan Zhao never spoke a word to each other, silently finishing the incense offering, Gu Xiao then sat in the courtyard of the first team, and then left.


    Money, investment, all were fleeting, nothing.


    No, it seemed even worse than the previous life.


    It was all Yan Zhao''s bad temper and stubbornness that caused it.


    Just as they were about to enter the underground pce to offer incense, Yan Zhao suddenly asked Gu Xiao, "Professor Gu, what exactly is the legacy my mother left?"


    He couldn''t guess, so he had to ask Gu Xiao.


    Gu Xiao stopped, staring at Yan Zhao with an incredulous expression, and soon,rge beads of sweat began to pour from his pale forehead. After a long while, he said, "I never expected the rtionship between you brothers and Su Wen to be so cold. You don''t even understand her as well as Wang Gebi, an outsider."


    Yan Wei stood with his hands on his hips, shaking his head and sighing.


    Zhou Xueqin also let out a long sigh: "It''s over. Trying to attract investment?"


    This time, Gu Xiao might not even go to the first brigade and would leave directly from here.


    It''sughable. As a son, he doesn''t even know what his mother''s keepsakes are.


    Just how stupid are Yan Zhao and Yan Wei, the brothers?


    ...


    Meanwhile, at home, Yuanyuan was doing her homework, Little Wang was fanning, and Little Lang was cheering, racing against time.


    Tonight, she had to correct all her wrong answers.


    Otherwise, she would be kicked out of the ssroom by the teacher tomorrow.


    But after traveling from Shaanbei, she had been on the road for half a day, her bones almost shaken loose. Yuanyuan was almost exhausted, her hand barely able to hold the pen, and she couldn''t help butin: "Mom, why did you give birth to me? Being human is so hard, I don''t want to be human anymore."


    "If I hadn''t given birth to you, you would have been reborn as a piglet. Do you want to be a piglet?" Chen Men retorted.


    This was a joke she often made with Yuanyuan, saying that if she hadn''t given birth to her, she would have been reborn as a piglet.


    "Being a pig is great, just lying around eating all day. If you had divorced my dad before giving birth to me, I wouldn''t have been born, and I could have been a piglet," Yuanyuan said, drooping her shoulders with a look of despair.


    Little Wang deliberately tugged at her braid: "Hurry up and write, or you''re not allowed to go out and act anymore."


    Yuanyuan was alreadyzy about writing and immediately cried out: "Mom, my brother is pulling my braid, it hurts!"


    Little Wang didn''t actually pull hard, knowing that Yuanyuan was just being a drama queen. He pressed her hand down and said, "You little ck girl, hurry up and write!"


    Little Lang didn''t like his brother bullying his sister and suddenly grabbed his wrist, and the two brothers started fighting for the first time.


    Little Wang couldn''t beat Little Lang and shouted, "Mom, Little Lang is bullying me."


    Yuanyuan was pleasantly surprised for the first time to find that Little Lang could actually beat Little Wang. While Little Wang was being restrained, she went to tickle his armpit and pull his ears.


    The children were all in a tangle, fighting fiercely.


    In Chen Men''s mind, the words "if I hadn''t given birth to Yuanyuan, I would have divorced" kept repeating.


    Suddenly, she really remembered.


    She knew what her mother-inw''s legacy was. She remembered it from the disjointed conversations Su Wen had with her when she first married into Yanguan Vige.


    It wasn''t some small ring or earrings, but a huge fortune.


    Her mother-inw was a millionaire.


    "Little Wang, watch Yuanyuan and make sure she finishes her homework. Mom needs to go out for a bit," Chen Men said, grabbing her car keys and heading straight to Lotus Temple.


    ...


    In Zhou Xueqin''s view, the situation this time was even worse than thest.


    Because Yan Zhao asked, and Gu Xiao chose not to answer. Then, without even letting Yan Zhao apany him, he went into the underground pce to light a stick of incense, staying inside for about an hour. When he came out, he said to Yan Dongxue, "Buy a ticket, leave immediately."


    And so, Yan Wei''s performance was about to fly away.


    Zhou Xueqin''s investment funds were about to be lost, and Gu Xiao was about to leave immediately.


    Further extending this, Wang Gebi might even be released from prison under Gu Xiao''s intervention.


    Wang Gebi even wanted to be a nun, how refreshing. To dominate a temple, especially a prosperous ce like Lotus Temple, her meal ticket for the rest of her life would be secure. If she was a bit more ruthless, she could even touch the money-filled incense box, allowing her to sleep on money for the rest of her life.


    But just as Gu Xiao''s words fell, just as he was about to leave,


    Suddenly, Chen Men ran down the steps and opened the door with a question: "Professor Gu, the ''Land Use Certificate'' for my mother''s three temples, is it with you? Did Wang Gebi give it to you?"


    Gu Xiao stopped in his tracks.


    Yan Wei and his brothers also froze, as did everyone else.


    Su Wen actually owned temples, three of them.


    The idea that private individuals could own temples was not part of anyone''smon knowledge.


    In everyone''s mind, temples should belong to the state and the religious bureau, how could they belong to ordinary people?


    In that instant, Zhou Xueqin even felt that Chen Men must be talking in her sleep.Aliali: 673eb950c4f3f33ac4ee7f08


    Even Yan Zhao and Yan Wei couldn''t believe it.


    Their mother owned temples, and three of them?


    But the fact was clearly so.


    Because Gu Xiao looked at Chen Men and actually answered seriously: "Yes, the ''Land Use Certificate'' is with me. It was transferred by Su Wen to Wang Gebi, and then Wang Gebi transferred it to me."


    The wealthy Su Wen owned three temples with extremely prosperous incense, which was the legacy she had umted throughout her life.


    Although the temples belonged to the state and the religious bureau, thend use rights for building the temples belonged to Su Wen. So, in a sense, she was the owner of the temples.


    Not only did Wang Gebi eat the blood bread and pick the peaches, but she also took it all and then offered it as a gift to Gu Xiao.


    In exchange for a meal ticket for the rest of her life.


    "That''s really interesting. You and Wang Gebi, as thieves, as perpetrators, what are you here for now? To show off your sess at my mother-inw''s grave, to prove how innocent the person you harmed was, and to take away what belongs to her?" Chen Men retorted.


    The always aloof and proud Old Master Gu suddenly staggered back.

 Chapter 104

    The reason Chen Men knew about Su Wen''s three temples was as follows.


    After Chen Men married Yan Xishan, she initially aimed to live a good life, not minding their poverty or his background. She worked hard to maintain the household and make their life better.


    However, because Yan Xishan was such a good-for-nothing scoundrel who spent his days stealing and causing trouble - bringing her stolen watermelons one day, and when questioned, admitting they were stolen; another day bringing her a wool coat, which again turned out to be stolen.


    So before giving birth to Yuanyuan, Chen Men had considered divorce several times.


    But in the early 1980s, it was very difficult for a woman to get divorced.


    Though she had these thoughts, she didn''t dare tell anyone, because as soon as she would open her mouth, everyone would criticize her.


    People would say: So what if Yan Xishan is poor and a bit of a rogue? As a woman, you should endure it and educate him to be a better person - otherwise, you''re not a virtuous wife.


    Why did everyone love Liu Huifang in "Yearning"? Wasn''t it because she could endure hardship and was kind-hearted?


    But Chen Men couldn''t suppress her desire for divorce. Unable to bear it any longer, she had once quietly confided in Su Wen about wanting a divorce. She was really just venting her frustrations, using Su Wen as a sort of confidante.


    The olddy listened and immediately said, "Then get divorced! Are you afraid of people gossiping about you?"


    People would definitely gossip - both her natal family and inws, anyone who knew her would mock her and criticize her behind her back. Chen Men could handle that, but her elder brother and sister-inw were struggling greatly at that time. She couldn''t bear to burden them by returning home, afraid she''d have nowhere to go.


    "Yes, I''m afraid of gossip, but I''m more afraid of having nowhere to go after divorcing," Chen Men admitted honestly.


    At that time, Su Wen leaned in close to Chen Men and said mysteriously, "Don''t worry, you have me. I''ll give you a temple."


    Since the olddy wasn''t entirely lucid and what she said seemed too absurd, Chen Men thought she was just talking nonsense and replied with a bitter smile, "I don''t want to be a nun. I still want to live a normal life." She wanted to find a good man, get married, and have children.


    "You don''t have any children, no attachments - what''s wrong with bing a nun? If I wasn''t worried about making my son sad, I would have be a nun long ago. I have my own temples, three of them!" Su Wen held up three fingers and said with a smile.


    So what seemed like a joke at the time was actually the olddy''s truth.


    Starting in the 1970s, damaged temples across the country were scheduled for demolition. Some devout Buddhists and Taoists, in order to protect the temples, negotiated with the government to buy thend themselves, protecting it as private property. This way, the temples could be saved from being converted into farnd or burned down.


    As a result, many major temples in China were recorded under private ownership at that time, saving them from demolition.


    In 1978, whennd reform policies were implemented, it was determined thatnd could not be bought or sold. For those who heldnd certificates and owned many temple properties, the government resolved the issue by issuing them "Land Use Certificates."


    They still legally owned thend, but the Religious Affairs Bureau designated it as temple property under their administration.


    Therefore, many temples in China, though situated on mountains as religious sites, aren''t necessarily owned by the government or temple management - they might be owned by ordinary individuals.


    So when Yuanyuan mentioned divorce, Chen Men remembered Su Wen''s words and boldly deduced that Su Wen''s lifetime wealth consisted of temples.


    Su Wen was the holder of temple properties.


    Gu Xiao, not knowing Chen Men, had to ask, "Who are you?"


    "Chen Men." Chen Men stepped forward, reaching out to support the old man before Yan Dongxue could.


    Chen Men - Gu Xiao had heard about her from Yan Dongping. ording to him, she and her husband Yan Zhao had formed a business-government alliance, using protection to thrive in Xiping City.


    Gu Xiao had no good feelings toward Yan Zhao, and even less toward Chen Men.


    Yet Chen Men''s question left him speechless.


    How did she know something that even Yan Zhao didn''t know?


    "How did you find out about this?" he asked in return.


    "I was the person who talked most with my mother-inw before she passed away. Why shouldn''t I know?" Chen Men countered.


    Gu Xiao didn''t believe her, of course. He had heard that Chen Men had only been married to Yan Zhao for two or three years.


    Before he could respond, Chen Men continued, "Those temples are my mother-inw''s legacy. I''d like to know if Wang Gebi had my mother-inw''s permission when she gave them to you. Also, the Land Use Certificate is issued by the Land Bureau and transferred to the holder through the Police Bureau - it requires the owner''s signature. Does the certificate you have bear my mother-inw''s signature?"


    Now that she was certain the inheritance involved temples, Chen Men wanted to know how Wang Gebi had managed to take possession of them.


    The Land Use Certificate in Gu Xiao''s possession had been handed to him by Mn under Wang Gebi''s instructions.


    Faced with Chen Men''s questioning, Gu Xiao remained remarkably calm, speaking slowly and deliberately: "Ms. Wang Gebi has Su Wen''s handwritten letter. I can recognize Su Wen''s handwriting, and the letter proves that Su Wen gifted that precious inheritance to Ms. Wang Gebi, who then transferred it to me."


    After a pause, he added, "I apologize, but the documents are in my car, and I won''t be showing them because you younger generations aren''t qualified to inherit this precious legacy."


    Actually, Chen Men could guess without seeing the documents. The property deeds had likely always been in Su Wen''s possession. Being temple property with nomercial value, Su Wen hadn''t thought about leaving it to her descendants and had never mentioned it, keeping it to herself.


    It would only havee up when the Land Use Certificate needed to be updated.


    That must have been when it was transferred to Wang Gebi''s possession.


    Who exactly had given it to Wang Gebi? She couldn''t guess.


    But how dangerous - if it weren''t for Yuanyuan''s casual remark, if it weren''t for Chen Men''s previous conversation with Su Wen about divorce...


    Would Wang Gebi have be the nominal owner of the three temples?


    But there was a will?


    And even Gu Xiao believed it was Su Wen''s handwritten will?


    How capable was olddy Wang Gebi, to be able to forge a will, and forge it so well that even Gu Xiao believed it was genuine?


    It was much more convenient to receive someone in person. When Yan Dongxue arrived, she only brought one suitcase. When Yan Wei heard Gu Xiao say the items were in the car, he turned and left the temple gate, already carrying the suitcase back.


    It was a wheeled suitcase, something he had never seen before, so he didn''t know how to handle it properly and carried it in his arms instead.


    The suitcase was very heavy, and Yan Wei struggled to carry it. Inside the temple, there were steps everywhere, either going up or down. Just as he approached, Yan Wei let out a yelp, and the suitcase crashed to the ground.


    First, Yan Dongxue burst intoughter, followed immediately by the other two people who hade with Gu Xiao.


    Being refined people, they didn''t say anything.


    Only Yan Dongping was crude enough tough and say, "Yan Wei, really now - your family used to be quite prominent in our Yanguan Vige, with your red-blooded father being a big shot in the military in the capital. Isn''t Yan Zhao impressive? A force to be reckoned with in Xiping City''s police circles. Aren''t you impressive too, sitting with the citymittee, enjoying public funds, frequenting nightclubs? If you just want to ask Professor Gu for some investment to maintain your current lifestyle, you should be more sincere. I''m sure Professor Gu would give you some money - why are you trying so hard?"


    The group naturally divided into sides - those from Singapore stood together on one side.


    The Yan Zhao brothers stood together on the other.


    It was already nine o''clock at night, and everyone was hungry, their stomachs growling.


    Yan Wei looked both anxious and flustered, without any sense of direction, appearing extremely foolish.


    Actually, it wasn''t about the money. Shamefully, Yan Wei barely remembered what his mother looked like, and he was indeed an unfilial son. Upon hearing that his mother miraculously owned several temples, he desperately wanted to know where these temples were and what they looked like.


    All talk of attracting government investment or Singapore businessmen meant nothingpared to those temples that would bring him no wealth or ie.


    His current busy state was all for his birth mother, Su Wen.


    He simply wanted to be closer to the woman who gave birth to him.


    But often, the more you rush something, the more likely you are to make a mess of it.


    Yan Dongxue''s suitcase wasn''t just a wheeled one - it was difficult to carry and had abination lock that couldn''t be opened.


    Thebination lock was something Yan Wei had only heard of but never seen before. After fiddling with it for a moment, he looked up at Yan Dongxue with a pleading expression: "Dongxue, what''s thebination?"


    Yan Dongxue turned to look at Gu Xiao, her eyes asking whether they should open the suitcase for Yan Zhao''s brother.


    Gu Xiao appeared to be in poor health - he was very thin and pale, but he was undeniably handsome. In the eyes of older women like Chen Men, while Chow Yun-fat was considered handsome, his features weren''t particrly delicate, and Andy Lau was good-looking but possessed an aggressive masculinity.


    There was a Taiwanese actor called Zhao Wenxuan - if he were a bit older and thinner, he would look very simr to Gu Xiao.


    His was the kind of face that women particrly loved - his eyes, nose, and mouth were all wless, exactly what women found attractive. He had a refined demeanor, but his thin lips suggested someone extremely aloof and difficult to get along with.


    "No," he said curtly, just that one word.


    "Shall we go straight to the airport then, or stop at a hotel first?" Yan Dongxue asked again.


    Gu Xiao nced at Chen Men before saying, "The hotel."


    One of the two assistants came to take the suitcase, but couldn''t get it back from Yan Wei, so they simply pressed the handle release and wheeled it away right in front of him.


    The other assistant handed Gu Xiao his crutch.


    Leaning on his crutch and holding onto Yan Dongxue with one hand, Gu Xiao walked alongside Yan Zhao and asked, "You''re working at the Jindong Police Station now - is it still at the same old precinct?"


    This gentleman had spent three years in Xiping City and was very familiar with the area.


    Yan Zhao answered, "Yes."


    "The public security is quite good," Gu Xiaomented.


    Yan Zhao replied, "Only on the surface. The police force is severely understaffed, and with rural workers flooding into the cities en masse, urban crime rates remain high. Moreover, criminal methods are bing increasingly sophisticated. Not just in Xiping City, but across all of China, we''re facing severe challenges due to the urbanization process following the Reform and Opening Up policy."


    The sudden urbanization process was the pain of this era.


    Following behind them, Yan Wei couldn''t understand why Yan Zhao was so calm, and why he hadn''t shown any curiosity about the temple matters from the beginning.


    He could even have a peaceful conversation with Gu Xiao.


    This wasn''t like Yan Zhao''s usual character - hadn''t he always been particrly stubborn and deeply resentful of Gu Xiao, unwilling to exchange even a single word with him?


    When Gu Xiao needed to climb the steps, he seemed to have rheumatism as his leg was somewhat deformed, making it difficult to climb stairs. Yan Dongxue was struggling to support him alone, and surprisingly, Yan Zhao reached out to help.


    Gu Xiao then said, "I heard your wife used your mother''s three hundred thousand to buy herself a building, and a military factory, and some of the money went to support her younger daughter in making a TV drama." With a soft sigh, Gu Xiao turned to look at Chen Men and added, "Women should all be like her, skilled at spending money."


    The same words can have different meanings depending on who says them and how they''re said.


    After hearing Gu Xiao''s words, Chen Men immediately turned to look at Yan Dongping.


    This fellow was a heavy smoker with brownish-yellow teeth more revolting than tetracycline stains, and he actually grinned, saying, "Well, it''s all true, isn''t it?"


    It was true, but nothing good coulde from his foul mouth, making Chen Men soundpletely worthless.


    Yan Zhao could only truthfully answer, "Yes."


    After climbing a few steps, Gu Xiao needed to rest, and then said to Yan Zhao, "That money was my gift to your mother, and I have no opinion on how it''s used, but personally, what I despise most in life are Chinese soldiers. They appear passionate but are mostly reckless and impulsive, and they''ve been brainwashed by so-called party spirit - they have party spirit but no humanity."


    The implication was that he despised Chinese soldiers the most.


    Both Yan Bin and Yan Wei looked at Chen Men with sympathetic gazes.


    While Gu Xiao wouldn''t say anything about her initial investment in Project 271, now that he had clearly expressed his hatred for soldiers, how could she possibly get any more investment from him?


    The situation wasn''t just bad - it was extremely unfavorable for all of them!


    Well, this wasn''t receiving a Southeast Asian businessman - this was receiving nothing but disappointment.


    From Yan Wei representing the government, to Yan Zhao representing the police force, to Chen Men representing the business sector - everything was aplete mess, utterly worthless.


    Yet at this moment, Yan Zhao remained as calm as ever.


    Facing Gu Xiao, a man who had also wronged his mother, he showed none of the aggressive, unyielding, and unbending spirit he had disyed toward his father. Instead, his quiet and mild manner made Chen Men feel as if he had be a different person.


    After climbing the steps, he suddenly stopped and gestured for Gu Xiao and the others to wait while he returned to the underground pce entrance.


    However, he didn''t go into the underground pce but walked to the nearby grove, staring intently at it.


    Yan Wei was scratching his head, and Yan Bin lit another cigarette, but suddenly noticed Gu Xiao frowning at Yan Dongping, seemingly very disgusted by him. Realizing that the old gentleman could smell the unpleasant tobo odor on him, he tactfully extinguished his cigarette and threw it far away.


    Chen Men followed Yan Zhao''s gaze and saw Zhou Xueqin standing in the shadows under the dim streetlights, holding arge stack of papers, exchanging looks with Yan Zhao.


    The busy Zhou Xueqin hade along to seek investment.


    Gu Xiao was like a piece of fat meat - as soon as he arrived in Xiping City, not only was Yan Wei hovering around trying to secure investment for the government, but Zhou Xueqin, busy making a living, was also trying every way to create opportunities for herself to get money.


    It was the pot calling the kettle ck - Chen Men was the same, seeking investment from Gu Xiao for Project 271 and for those veterans who would threaten to execute her as theirmander at the slightest provocation.


    The world bustles for profit, and all gather for gain - it was just that simple.


    After Yan Zhao red for a while, Zhou Xueqin retreated back into the grove.


    Then Yan Zhao returned to the group.


    Everyone continued walking, heading out of the temple.


    It had been an eventful day, and Chen Men was wearing high heels with thin stilettos. While everyone else had walked ahead, she couldn''t move her shoe, which was stuck. When she pulled her foot out, she discovered the heel was caught in a crack between two stone steps.


    "Third Brother," she called out.


    It was nine o''clock at night, and although the nunnery wasn''t closed, there were no more visitors, and there weren''t many streetlights - it was dark all around. Chen Men hugged herself, standing alone in the darkness, trembling slightly with fear.


    By this time, Yan Zhao had reached the main gate, but hearing Chen Men''s call from afar, he turned back.


    Seeing Chen Men standing on one foot, he knelt on one knee, gesturing for her to step on his knee while he tried to retrieve her shoe.


    As he worked on the shoe, he asked, "About the temple matters, did you hear about them from my mother too?"


    How strange it was that they had no connection in the past.


    Yet Chen Men was the only person who had shared heart-to-heart conversations with Su Wen in her final days.


    If Yan Xishan hadn''t foolishly gotten divorced, if Zhou Xueqin hadn''t frantically insisted on divorce as well.


    If they both hadn''t been stripped raw by their marriages and stumbled together by chance, Yan Zhao wouldn''t have remarried her, wouldn''t have been with her.


    But it was precisely because of marrying her and bing husband and wife that Yan Zhao not only changed his own life but also touched something he had never reached before - the deste, lifetime-lonely heart of his most beloved person, his mother.


    Chen Men also found it fascinating. Standing on Yan Zhao''s foot, she enthusiastically told the story of how her mother-inw had encouraged her to get divorced and promised to give her a temple.


    Under the moonlight, Yan Zhao lowered his head to work on the shoe, suddenly pulled it free, and while kneeling on one knee, looked up at Chen Men with a smile. As he listened, he took her foot and slipped it back into the shoe.


    Chen Men was about to step away, but Yan Zhao still held her foot firmly in hisrge hand, refusing to let go.


    "Thank you, Chen Men." After a pause, seeing that Chen Men was trying to pull her foot away again, he said, "You know, don''t you? To me, to Yan Minng and Yan Wangqi, you are an especially important person in our lives."


    The moonlight filtered out some of Yan Zhao''s particrly dark skin tone, and when he smiled, his features were exceptionally handsome.


    His smile made Chen Men feel somewhat regretful. If only he had worked in an office like Yan Wei, if only his skin hadn''t been darkened by the sun, he would have been even more handsome than Yan Wei. Unfortunately, after more than a decade of military service, his skin would never return to its original fairness.


    Originally, Chen Men hadn''t been curious about Yan Zhao''s love life in his previous marriage.


    But she had to admit, his ex-wife''s words had been incredibly impactful.


    Just one sentence from her had nted the seed of curiosity in Chen Men''s mind.


    Thinking about how Yan Zhao, such a rigid person who almost never looked at women, could somehow get involved in a workce romance made Chen Men furious, absolutely livid.


    But never mind, don''t think about it, don''t be curious. The olddy needed peace of mind to stay healthy and live a long life.


    In her previous life, Chen Men had loved two men, both of whom had hurt her deeply. She had never been curious about Yan Xishan and Lu Jingyu, and she absolutely wouldn''t be curious about Yan Zhao''s romantic affairs.


    Gu Xiao and the others had already walked to the temple gate.


    A Crown and a Passat were parked outside the temple gate.


    Gu Xiao, probably scared by the stuffy car without air conditioning, was now standing directly next to the shiny Crown that Yan Dongping had borrowed, waiting to say goodbye to Yan Zhao.


    Yan Dongping seemed quite cheerful but kept yawning. He had a serious smoking addiction, and right now he was probably craving a cigarette. Though he couldn''t show it openly, he kept urging Yan Dongxue to hurry Gu Xiao along.


    Yan Dongxue was ring at Yan Dongping, signaling him to behave himself.


    A heavy smoker having withdrawals, with his constant yawning and drooling, was incredibly unpleasant.


    Gu Xiao was a particrly perceptive person and had already noticed that Yan Dongping was a heavy smoker. He was extremely disgusted by this, and Yan Dongping''s current behavior was making things very awkward for Yan Dongxue.


    He extended his hand from afar, wanting to shake Yan Zhao''s hand: "I''ll be leaving early tomorrow morning. Before that, I''ll visit the courtyard where we used to live. Will you wait for me?"


    "Alright," Yan Zhao said, returning the handshake.


    Yan Wei was anxious, and so was Chen Men.


    In Chen Men''s opinion, they might not need to discuss investments or the grudge between Su Wen and Wang Gebi, but even if Gu Xiao wouldn''t give it up willingly, they should break open the box and find the Land Use Certificate.


    Although the temple wouldn''t generate any ie, it was Su Wen''s property. Why should they just let Gu Xiao take it away?


    Hadn''t Yan Zhao always been meticulous in handling matters, and never let anyone push him around?


    What was wrong with him today?


    This concerned his mother, yet he was so calm about letting Gu Xiao leave?


    He wasn''t just being stubborn as a mule, he was being worse than a mule!


    Of course, Yan Zhao was still Yan Zhao, and he had his own calctions for everything. Chen Men had worried for nothing.


    "You and Wang Gebi seem to have been kindred spirits for a long time," Yan Zhao said first.


    Gu Xiao leaned on his cane and said, "She was your mother''s only confidante and friend."


    Yan Zhao followed up immediately: "She once secretly switched my mother''s life-saving medicine from the capital for four years. Indeed, they had a long-standing connection. If it hadn''t been for her continuous medicine switching, my mother''s illness probably would have been cured long ago."


    Gu Xiao stood there stunned, as if struck by lightning.


    Actually, Wang Gebi''s ability to manipte situations so easily came from exploiting the information gap between the domestic market, the capital, and Xiping City.


    Previously, Yan Zhao might have been too proud to discuss this with Gu Xiao, but now he had to continue the conversation: "She also spread rumors tirelessly in the capital about some unspeakable rtionship between my mother and you. I ask you, Professor Gu, do you think there was any truth to that?"


    The reason Yan Zhao dared to ask this in public was because he was certain there wasn''t any truth to it, and he hoped Gu Xiao would deny it in front of him.


    But Gu Xiao remained silent, neither confirming nor denying.


    He seemed to have been stunned by Yan Zhao''s words.


    Chen Men was silently cheering for her husband, while Yan Wei and Yan Bin''s spirits were also lifted.


    Sure enough, Yan Zhao gripped Gu Xiao''s hand and asked another question: "You say you have my mother''s will, and that it was written by her own hand?"Aliali: 673eb950c4f3f33ac4ee7f08


    "Then do you know who taught my mother to write?" Yan Zhao asked again.


    Gu Xiao immediately replied, "Yan Peiheng. She loved literature and art, enjoyed reading, and had very beautiful handwriting."


    Su Wen hadn''t attended school as a child, and although she had attended some government literacy sses for a few days, because she was a girl, and in those years the rural attitude was still that ''a woman''s virtue lies in herck of talent,'' the adults didn''t support girls learning to read and write, so she hadn''t learned many characters.


    It wasn''t until after marriage, under Yan Peiheng''s fierce instruction and threats, sometimes with storms of anger and sometimes with gentle coaxing and scolding, that she gradually learned to write, stroke by stroke.


    Books like "How the Steel Was Tempered" and "The Song of Youth" were all taught to her by Yan Peiheng, character by character.


    She was the only woman of her generation in Yanguan Vige who could read and write.


    Because she had started by tracing Yan Peiheng''s characters, her handwriting was flowing and elegant, exactly like Yan Peiheng''s.


    The so-called ''will'' that Gu Xiao received had handwriting that matched Yan Peiheng''s exactly.


    This was the reason why Gu Xiao had believed the will was genuine.


    "Wang Gebi took care of my father in the capital for more than ten years. It would have been very easy for her to imitate my father''s handwriting," Yan Zhao said, then added, "I don''t even need to see it to guess that your so-called will was written by Wang Gebi, imitating my mother''s handwriting."

 Chapter 105

    Gu Xiao stood frozen in ce.


    He had been corresponding with Wang Gebi for many years, considering her a kindred spirit.


    When he came to visit Wang Gebi this time, he saw a woman not yet sixty, with snow-white hair, skeletal thin, sitting behind iron bars. She looked at him with tears in her eyes, saying she wanted to be a nun and dedicate her life to praying for Su Wen''s blessing.


    She also mentioned that her elder daughter had unfortunately contracted syphilis, and begged him to take her to Singapore for treatment.


    She added that her younger daughter could barely make ends meet, living meal to meal, and pleaded with him to take her to Singapore as well.


    Gu Xiao agreed to everything at the time, even promising to help secure Wang Gebi''s release from prison so she could manage the temple properties Su Wen had left behind.


    He truly believed she was Su Wen''s closest friend.


    But Yan Zhao''s words nowpletely demolished everything Gu Xiao had believed in just a few sentences.


    If Wang Gebi wasn''t Su Wen''s friend, if what Yan Zhao said was true - that she had even switched Su Wen''s medicine - then all his years of effort had not only failed to help Su Wen but may have actually made her living conditions even worse.


    Yan Zhao had said too much; Gu Xiao couldn''t process it all at once.


    He tried to pull away, but Yan Zhao kept holding his hand firmly and continued: "In my mother''ster years, after copying Buddhist scriptures for so long, her handwriting lost the sharpness of her youth. If you''d like, I can show you her real will, and what her current handwriting looks like."


    Once, when they were young, Yan Zhao was just a child while Gu Xiao was a tall adult.


    Now, that child had grown into a man, standing tall and straight, imposing in stature.


    The once-vigorous man had be elderly, stooped and thin.


    Gu Xiao not only disliked Yan Zhao but harbored a particrly deep prejudice against him.


    Twenty years ago, after Yan Xing''s death, he was detained by the Revolutionary Committee and hung up and beaten. The guard was Yan Sanye, so Su Wen had begged Yan Sanye to secretly release him, as he had nned to take Su Wen away at that time.


    By then, Su Wen''s mind was already confused - one moment crying over Yan Xing, the next fearing her husband would kill her, then asking what would happen to Gu Xiao after he escaped. So Gu Xiao described to her the wonderful life in Hong Kong and Southeast Asia, repeatedly promising that he had the means to make money once they escaped, and that with money woulde good days ahead. If she went with him, she wouldn''t have to worry about being killed by her husband or continue living in such hardship.


    He coaxed her all the way to the train station, where a coal train was roaring past. If they could just get on that train, whether she wanted to leave or not, she would have to go with him.


    But just as he had climbed onto the train and reached out his hand to pull Su Wen up, Yan Zhao called out "Mother" from behind. Su Wen immediately broke free from his grip, ran back, and held Yan Zhao tightly.


    No matter how much Gu Xiao called out to her, she never looked back.


    That single cry of "Mother" from Yan Zhao brought Su Wen back, but also sealed her fate for twenty lonely years toe.


    How could Gu Xiao possibly feel kindly toward him?


    He was a filial son, utterly devoted, but it was precisely thisplete filial piety that had ruined Su Wen''s life.


    Yet he would never understand orprehend Gu Xiao''s feelings. Even now he was saying: "My father misunderstood my mother for twenty years with his subjective assumptions and arbitrary judgments, and I have never forgiven him. Professor Gu, you consider yourself someone who understands my mother, not just superficially but deeply, you think of yourself as a rare confidant in her life - how could you even misidentify her will?"


    Turning back, he said to Yan Dongxue: "Dongxue, open the box and take out my mother''s things." After a pause, seeing Gu Xiao not only pale but trembling all over, he added, "Take Professor Gu to the provincial hospital, he needs medical attention now."


    One of the assistants from Singapore supported Gu Xiao and said to Yan Zhao: "Mr. Yan, please don''t worry. I am Professor Gu''s personal physician, I will take care of him."


    The old gentleman having his own personal physician indeed meant Yan Zhao didn''t need to worry.


    At this moment, Yan Zhao was being particrly aggressive, reaching his hand out toward Yan Dongxue.


    Yan Dongxue, who was indeed afraid of her stern-faced brother, promptly opened the box and handed over severalnd use certificates and Su Wen''s supposed ''will'' to Yan Zhao.


    Prejudice blinds people, and blindness leads to arrogance.


    Since Gu Xiao now knew everything, Yan Zhao said nothing more.


    Giving him time to think, now they should examine their mother''s belongings.


    Watching Xiong Dapao''s polished Crown car drive away, Yan Wei eagerly took thend use certificates from Yan Zhao''s hands and began examining them.


    One was for the Qingliang Temple in the city, another for the Longyuan Temple not far from Yanguan Vige, and the third was for the Lotus Temple. On all threend use certificates, Su Wen''s name was indeed signed with flourishing calligraphy, identical to Yan Peihen''s handwriting.


    This was it - these were the assets Su Wen had umted throughout her life.


    They had no real economic value, as you couldn''t charge Buddha for money, and their ultimate destiny would be either self-preservation or donation to the National Religious Affairs Bureau.


    They would only be useful if the temples faced demolition or renovation, but they would never be about money.


    They were wealth that could never be converted into currency.


    But as Yan Wei looked back at the nunnery embraced by the gentle autumn night wind, his heart suddenly felt incredibly warm. In his lifetime, he had finally touched something of his mother - she was like the gentle autumn breeze. He had thought she had left no trace, thought she must hate this unfilial son from heaven above. But now he discovered she was everywhere, enveloping him - lost, heartbroken, and destitute - in this vast world.


    So perhaps she had forgiven him after all? Forgiven this destitute, pitiful child of hers who struggled to survive in adversity?


    But there was still one question: who had given these to Wang Gebi?


    Wang Gebi was in the capital while Su Wen was in Yanguan Vige; they had never met. As for the temple properties, even Yan Zhao didn''t know about them, so how did Wang Gebi know?


    After thinking for a long while, Yan Wei suddenly looked up at Yan Zhao and blurted out: "Big Brother, it must have been First Brother who did it."


    First Brother Yan Jun had gone abroad in ''82, and he was the only one who had returned to Yanguan Vige that year. Looking at the application date on thend certificates, it was exactly 1982.


    Could it be that it coincided with the time for certificate renewal, and Su Wen had given her original documents to Yan Jun to exchange them, but Yan Jun took the old certificates and gave the new ones to Wang Gebi?


    Seeing Yan Zhao''s silence, Yan Wei sighed and said: "First Brother wanted to go abroad, but Father strongly disagreed and wouldn''t let him go. It was Wang Gebi who helped him get Commander Tao at the conste to arrange for his official overseas assignment."


    Yan Jun''s rtionship with Wang Gebi wasn''t particrly good, and he was very proud and arrogant, the type who looked down on everyone.


    But when it came to going abroad, that was different. The Cultural Revolution had just ended, and people were desperate to go to America. Yan Jun and his wife were especially keen, frantically searching for connections to secure that official overseas funding.


    Could it be that Yan Jun had given the certificates to Wang Gebi in exchange for help going abroad?


    The temple properties might not generate ie, but they were Su Wen''s life''s wealth.


    For Yan Jun to give them to Wang Gebi - wouldn''t that make him truly unfilial?


    Yan Wei was trembling now.


    He thought he had been unfilial enough, but never imagined his eldest brother could be even more heartless and conscienceless.


    Inparison, Yan Zhao was much calmer: "You should call Big Brother first before jumping to conclusions."


    Even though their eldest brother had remained abroad, and his asional letters couldn''t hide his pride in how he and his children had fully integrated into American life as American youth.


    But without concrete evidence, Yan Zhao was unwilling to believe that Yan Jun had given the certificates to Wang Gebi.


    However, for their eldest brother to know about Su Wen''s temple properties and not tell his younger siblings - that was truly the behavior of an ungrateful wolf.


    Late at night, under the moonlight, Yan Wei kept trying to start the car, but like an exhausted old dog, it would roar a few times before dying out again. Well, not only was the air conditioning broken, now it wouldn''t even start.


    Yan Zhao and his wife had already driven away. Yan Wei mmed his fist on the steering wheel and cursed, "Damn it!"


    Then, burying his head on the steering wheel, he began to sob along with the sudden roar of the engine.


    They were miserable enough, but no, there were even more miserable ones.


    Zhou Xueqin was thest to leave the temple. By now the buses had stopped running. She stood alone, shivering with her arms crossed, thinking about how pitiful these people were, all because of money.


    ...


    When the couple returned home, the courtyard gate was locked from the inside. As Chen Men reached out to knock, Yan Zhao gestured for her not to. He stepped back, kicked off the wall, and leaped into the courtyard. As soon as he entered, he heard gigglesing from Yuanyuan''s bedroom. Yan Zhao quietly opened the door, signaling Chen Men to tread lightly. Just as they reached Yuanyuan''s bedroom door, they heard Little Wang''s deliberately hushed boasting: "God of Gamblers is great enough, right? And there''s also All for the Winner. You think All for the Winner is good? No, God of Gamblers Returns is even better..."


    But before he could finish, Chen Men''s intentional cough announced their presence, startling Little Wang.


    Yan Zhao waited by one window while Little Wang scrambled out through another, hopping and skipping back to his own room.


    Chen Men held back Yan Zhao, who was about to rush to Little Wang''s room, saying, "Yuanyuan just got back, what''s wrong with the kids ying together?"


    "Little Wang has been to the video hall," Yan Zhao said.


    Children going to video halls was a serious matter. Normal movies weren''t a problem, but there was always the risk of adult content being shown.


    Little Wang was only ten years old, and not only had he gone to the video hall himself, but from his tone, he wanted to take the younger ones too. How could Yan Zhao''s hand not itch to discipline him?


    "I promise I''ll handle this. Don''t go hitting the child again," Chen Men blocked Yan Zhao.


    It was just a visit to the video hall - she could handle it. She didn''t understand why Yan Zhao was getting so worked up.


    Back in the bedroom, Yan Zhao threw several certificates on the table.


    It hadn''t been appropriate to discuss family matters in front of others earlier.


    That''s why Yan Wei had kept mentioning Yan Jun, but Yan Zhao hadn''t said a word.


    "Could it really have been your older brother who gave them to Wang Gebi?" Chen Men finally ventured to ask.


    Yan Zhao exined, "The procedure for transferring certificates is to first send them to the police station, then to the Land Bureau. There''s another possibility - the certificates could have been switched at the Land Bureau."


    In Yan Zhao''s mind, there was yet another possibility: the executed Mi De might have used his connections at the Land Bureau directly. After the certificates were sent there, knowing Su Wen was unconscious, Mi De simply didn''t return them but had them taken through his connections at the Land Bureau.


    The Land Bureau was at the municipal leadership level - who would dare to do something so bold?


    Looking at the bigger picture, the country had only recently opened upmercial building construction and sales. Land was supposed to be allocated through bidding to developers who wanted to build. If Land Bureau officials could arbitrarily transfer other people''snd use certificates, what was stopping them from secretly operating behind closed doors and giving primend to their own rtives and family members?


    And thinking even further, there always seemed to be several leaders at the provincial and municipal levels sending reports up the chain, constantly watching and criticizing Yan Zhao.


    So perhaps it was these same leaders who were always reporting on him who had quietly taken the certificates.


    Following this line of thinking, if they could find out who had secretly taken the certificates, they could discover who was constantly sending reports up the chain and finding ways to make trouble for Yan Zhao at work.


    "Time for bed,e on," Chen Men said, turning down Yan Zhao''s covers and patting them.


    Yan Zhao had just closed the certificates when he turned to look at Chen Men, hesitating: "Didn''t you say you''d sleep with me?"


    "One night was enough. From now on, let''s sleep separately," Chen Men said softly, still patting the bedding.


    Yan Zhao felt this wasn''t right: "That won''t work. I still need to use your connections with them for a while longer."


    Hadn''t she said that whoever wanted to use her connections had to sleep with her?


    Rationally speaking, Chen Men shouldn''t have too many emotions about this. After all, she only wanted to raise the children with Yan Zhao, just like her previous marriages with Yan Xishan and Lu Jingyu - she shouldn''t expect too much from him.


    But the impact of the ex-wife was too great.


    And the phrase "developing feelings at work" made Chen Men ufortable just thinking about it.


    If it were Yan Xishan or Lu Jingyu, she would have dismissed them as a worthless couple and not cared at all.


    But looking at Yan Zhao''s fair, attractive muscles and his confused expression, Chen Men just felt uneasy: "Go sleep by yourself. Don''t you find it hard to control yourself when you sleep next to me?"


    Yan Zhao directly grabbed another quilt and threw it on top of the cab. Stripping down to just his tank top and shorts, he lifted the covers and climbed in, countering: "If I can''t control myself, why should I try?"


    This man - could he be any more shameless?


    And with such a righteous expression too, as if he were sacrificing himself for official business, forced to sleep in her bed.


    Chen Men really wanted to grab his ear, just like Yuanyuan scratching Little Wang, and make him howl in pain.


    ...


    Early the next morning, Yan Zhao had to go to the First Division to meet with Gu Xiao again.


    He still carried those certificates, apparently choosing to believe that Wang Gebi had directly manipted things at the Land Bureau.


    It was time to investigate this matter at the Land Bureau.


    As soon as Yan Zhao left, Cui Min called.


    "Men, something''s not right. Last night, Gu Xiao stayed at our hotel, but as soon as he checked in, his female assistant threw several magazines out of the bedroom, and I heard they''re leaving today?" Cui Min said.


    The situation was indeed concerning.


    Chen Men hadn''t anticipated one thing: Gu Xiao had originally been driven away by Chinese military men, and had failed in his attempt to steal a Chinese soldier''s wife. He hated Chinese military men the most.


    So all her previous efforts had been in vain. Emotionally speaking, it was almost impossible to get Gu Xiao to invest in a military factory.


    Those two film magazines were the only things that could currently change his mind about investing in her business.


    But Yan Dongxue had taken them away right from under Gu Xiao''s nose.


    "What should we do? They''re leaving today. How about this - I''ll call youter, and we''ll wait at the hotel to stop him. We''ll tell him about our difficulties directly. Even if we have to beg for an investment - after all, he wronged your mother-inw back then, so it wouldn''t be too much to ask for his support," Cui Min suggested.


    On this point, Chen Men disagreed.


    Though Gu Xiao said he was leaving, she felt certain he would stay.


    Seeking investment wasn''t like being a country bumpkin visiting a grand mansion, relying on others'' pity for handouts.


    Investment was a win-win business arrangement. Before meeting Gu Xiao, Chen Men had only wanted 700,000 yuan, but after meeting him and observing his two assistants'' manner of speech and dress, she could tell that asking the old man for a few million would be easy.


    In business, especially for arge factory like 271, the more capital avable, therger the market that could be developed, and the more money could be made. Chen Men now wanted one million yuan, and he could invest in more than one ce. With China''s current development prospects being so promising, Gu Xiao''s investment would be profitable all around.


    She wanted Gu Xiao to stay of his own ord and, setting emotions aside, make arge investment in Xiping City.


    Thinking of this, she said, "Don''t worry, Sister Cui. Oh, and please tell the hotel staff to take good care of the food - we don''t want any problems with Old Master Gu''s health."


    "But his assistant said they''re leaving today," Cui Min said.


    Chen Men said decisively, "They won''t. Don''t worry, he''ll definitelye looking for me."


    "You''re something else! Why would hee looking for you? I''ve seen that old man - he''s quite handsome. He probably wouldn''t be interested in women like us," Cui Min said half-jokingly.


    Chen Men justughed and hung up the phone.


    Why would hee?


    Because yesterday Chen Men had personally told Gu Xiao that she was the only person who had had a deep conversation with Su Wen before his death.


    If he truly loved Su Wen, he would definitelye to find her.


    So Chen Men wasn''t worried at all.


    Today, the children finally went to school. Since she didn''t have to go to work, Chen Men decided to wash all the clothes that Yuanyuan brought back from Northern Shaanxi. While checking through the little girl''s luggage, she found a cassette tapebeled "Beautiful People, Sweet Songs - Yan Shengnan Folk Song Collection."


    The tape must have been recorded by the production crew for Yuanyuan, and it even had Yuanyuan''s photo on it.


    Well, she might as well y the tape in the radio while cleaning.


    The first song was the one Yuanyuan sang when she first arrived: "Flowers all over the sky, clouds all over the sky, fine sifting for gold yields half a basket of sand." The song felt strangely familiar, and Chen Men particrly enjoyed listening to it.


    Just as she started cleaning, someone knocked on the door.


    Surprisingly, standing at the door were Xiong Dapao and Yan Dongping.


    Theirbination seemed a bit odd, but it wasn''t hard to understand - after all, Xiong Dapao was also a private entrepreneur looking to attract investment.


    And he had chosen to build connections through Yan Dongping.


    But what was Yan Dongping? A heavy opium smoker with a strong smell of opium about him.


    Gu Xiao, an old fox who had done business in Southeast Asia for decades, had seen all sorts of people - would he be impressed by an opium addict like Yan Dongping?


    So even though the investor had ridden in Xiong Dapao''s carst night.


    Reportedly, right after getting out of the car, Gu Xiao had tactfully told Yan Dongxue to tell her brother not toe again today.


    Thus, not only Zhou Xueqin and Chen Men, but Yan Wei''s group had also hit a wall.


    Xiong Dapao, who had tried to win with an unexpected move, had his car used by Gu Xiao, but getting investment was impossible.


    However, something strange was happening - Xiong Dapao, known for his cannon-like voice that could make people temporarily lose their voice, had not said a word since entering.


    "Men, things aren''t looking good. Old Mr. Gu doesn''t seem to have any intention of investing in our Xiping City," Yan Dongping said, getting straight to the point.


    He had hoped to help Zhou Xueqin and Xiong Dapao secure investment and get somemission.


    But Gu Xiao wasn''t giving him any chance at all.


    Looking worried, he continued, "The old gentleman ns to sit at your house for a while today, then return to the capital, and then back to Singapore. What should we do? We came to see if you had any way to make him stay."


    "What to do? We''ll deal with whateveres our way," Chen Men said while making tea for both of them, then asked Xiong Dapao, "Mr. Xiong, why aren''t you speaking?"


    Xiong Dapao had fair skin and looked particrly young. Though already in his early thirties, he looked like a young man just like Xue Ming. When anxious, his face would turn pink, but he still wouldn''t speak.


    Chen Men thought he was trying to be proper by not speaking to her while Yan Zhao wasn''t present, so she handed him a cup of tea, saying, "Well, have some tea then?"


    Xiong Dapao''s eyes were as wide as brass bells. He suddenly gave Chen Men a thumbs up but still didn''t speak. Yan Dongping looked at him and said, "Mr. Xiong means that no matter what, you must make Old Mr. Gu stay."


    Could it be that Xiong Dapao had fallen ill, be mute? Would that beloved cannon-like voice be gone forever?


    "I''ll definitely keep him here. Have some tea," Chen Men said.


    Another thumbs up, and Xiong Dapao moved closer to Chen Men, nodding vigorously.


    Just then, the courtyard gate opened, and Yan Zhao strode in. Upon seeing Xiong Dapao and Yan Dongping, his brows furrowed, his eyes asking: Why are they here?


    Chen Men thought Xiong Dapao would finally speak when he saw Yan Zhao, but he remained silent.


    So Yan Dongping repeated to Yan Zhao what he had just told Chen Men.


    Yan Zhao nodded and asked Xiong Dapao, "What''s wrong with you, gone mute?"


    Xiong Dapao both nodded and shook his head, alternating between giving thumbs up and making various gestures, waving his arms and legs about.


    Yan Zhao didn''t know what had happened to his friend, so he set that aside for the moment and handed Chen Men a book: "Gu Xiao went to rest at the hotel and gave me this for you to read. He said he wants toe to our house this afternoon to talk with you, but he requires you to read this book first."


    Actually, Gu Xiao had also said that if Men spoke sincerely during their conversation, he would consider investing some money, but the prerequisite was that she must read this book first.


    It was quite novel - the investor wanted to chat with her but required her to read a book first.


    Xiong Dapao and Yan Dongping immediately crowded around, eager to see what book it was.


    The ancient saying that books contain both beauty and gold wasn''t wrong - could reading this book really lead to money?


    Concerned about the investor, Xiong Dapao, quick as lightning, had already snatched the book from Yan Zhao''s hands.


    Chen Men hadn''t even seen what book it was yet: "Mr. Xiong, how could you? Give me the book."


    "Dapao, hand over the book," Yan Zhao said as well.


    Xiong Dapao kept pping the book with hisrge hand, frantically flipping through it, refusing to return it.


    Chen Men snatched it back from Xiong Dapao''s hands, and when she first looked at it, she immediately understood Gu Xiao''s meaning.


    It was a book in traditional Chinese characters, titled "The Bridges of Madison County." She wasn''t very familiar with traditional characters, and the book was quite thick. She couldn''t finish reading it today, but after briefly flipping through it, Chen Men knew what this book was.


    This book wouldter be made into a movie, and quite a famous one at that.


    It was called "The Bridges of Madison County."


    Thus, Chen Men also knew what Gu Xiao wanted to discuss with her.


    "The Bridges of Madison County" was a story about extramarital affairs.


    The male and female leads meet by chance while both are married, develop a deeply moving love affair, then return to their separate ways and their ordinary lives. After the male lead''s death, he is cremated and his ashes are sent to the female lead.


    After the movie''s release, the most debated topic among viewers was whether the female lead would have lived a happier life if she had abandoned her loveless marriage and beloved children to go with the male lead.


    Gu Xiao wanted to discuss "The Bridges of Madison County" with her because, at least in his view, Su Wen would have been happier if she had gone with him.


    That was his life''s greatest regret.


    The reason he said he wanted to meet Chen Men alone wasn''t to ask questions, but to convince her to admit that Su Wen would have lived a happier life if she had gone with him.


    Wasn''t this asking her to implicitly admit that her mother-inw had an affair with him?


    Wasn''t this ndering Su Wen?


    And what was his actual attitude toward Wang Gebi? Would he still help get him out of prison?


    Fortunately, Yan Zhao hadn''t read this book and didn''t know its plot, otherwise, he might have been furious.


    Though he was their lifesaver, he was now turning against them. Chen Men had no desire to discuss "The Bridges of Madison County" with him. When he cameter, she would need to help him clear his head.


    Xiong Dapao, hoping to secure investment, though unable to speak, was passionately scratching his head in frustration, wishing he could telepathically transmit his thoughts to Chen Men.


    Yan Dongping stood with his hands on his hips, also wiping sweat.


    Yan Zhao finally couldn''t bear it anymore and grabbed Xiong Dapao''s shoulder, asking, "What''s really wrong with you?"


    Xiong Dapao pulled out his mobile phone from his waist, slowly pressed it against his face, then pointed at it, before putting it back in his belt.


    It was at this moment that Chen Men finally understood what had happened to Xiong Dapao.


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    The thirty-thousand-yuan mobile phone that had made Xiong Dapao the most prestigious person in all of Xiping City had now betrayed him.


    It had rendered him unable to open his mouth and secure investment when the investor arrived.


    ...


    As a side note.


    Among all the businessmen in Xiping City, Yan Xishan was the calmest after Gu Xiao''s arrival.


    He had abundant cash flow, plenty of money, and his coal mines were bringing in fortune daily. Not only was he acquiring small coal mines everywhere, but under Chen Men''s nning, he was installing safety production and coal washing facilities with each acquisition. The high-quality coal was selling well, not just nationwide, but now he was also an expert with seven or eight qualification certificates inputers, ounting, and business administration.


    Upon hearing that the People''s Representative Xiong Dapao had developed facial paralysis from his mobile phone.


    Yan Xishan visited forty nouveau riche that day, and over a hundred more the next day.


    He spread the news far and wide!


    It was said that for several consecutive days, hisughter sounded even more terrifying than a donkey''s bray.

 Chapter 106

    What a coincidence - even if Xiong Dapao hadn''te to find Chen Men, she would have needed to pay him a special visit soon anyway.


    Some say that when Chinese men meet a woman they fancy, they can imagine their future children''s names at first sight. In fact, running a business requires simr foresight and nning abilities.


    Chen Men had already worked out everything about Factory 271''s clothing and essories brand - from the brand name to where to hire designers, the brand image, positioning, and even the visual identity and BIS nning systems. She just needed the funding in ce, then she could have Xue Mingfang execute the n.


    After productunch, there was another crucial step: finding distributors across the country.


    With just a dozen well-resourced and financially strong distributors helping to open sales channels, arge clothing factory could fully revitalize its operations from production to marketunch to sales.


    Xiong Dapao himself was in clothing distribution and was an excellent agent. With Xiong Xiaohua managing store sales, he frequently traveled nationwide and knew many fellow distributors. If Chen Men could win him over, she wouldn''t have to worry about distribution, so today she nned to do exactly that.


    Yan Zhao had to go out to visit the Land Resources Bureau.


    It was almost noon, and all the children were eating at school, noting home.


    Chen Men needed to discuss business with Xiong Dapao, so naturally she had to treat him to a meal.


    She asked Xiong Dapao, "Would you like to try some paomo? There''s a shop at the entrance of our vige that makes pretty good ones. Shall I order some for us?"


    Xiong Dapao remained silent while Yan Dongping nodded his head repeatedly like a pecking chicken.


    Chen Men went out to the paomo shop at the vige entrance to ce the order.


    The shop was run by Second Sister Liu, a viger who gave generous portions and maintained good hygiene.


    Once ready, her husband would deliver the food directly to their door.


    After cing the order, she headed back home. Just as she was about to enter, she heard Yan Dongping speaking in the courtyard: "Don''t be angry. It''s Chen''s loss that she didn''t marry you. Look how well you''re doing now - you''re a big boss, driving the only Crown car in the city. You''re leagues ahead of that coward Yan Xishan, and even Yan Zhao."


    Chen Men stopped in her tracks.


    Like a bolt from the blue - that good-for-nothing Yan Dongping was badmouthing her again, wasn''t he?


    Sure enough, Yan Dongping continued: "You don''t have any business dealings with Chen anyway. We''re not trying to cause trouble for her, but what kind of business can a woman run? Just wait and watch her go bankrupt. Factory 271 is a military factory, Old Gu definitely won''t invest in her. You just need to secretly enjoy watching this unfold."


    At this moment, Chen Men was peeking through the door crack. She saw the expressionless Xiong Dapao stand up with his hands behind his back, pacing around while admiring her courtyard.


    The courtyard had vegetables nted by Yan Zhao. As September approached, most had already been harvested.


    There were three sunflowers that had reached maturity, their heads already yellow. The children hadn''t wanted to pick them yet - they were nning to wait until Yuanyuan came home from school tonight, then they would harvest them and each enjoy a big flower head.


    Xiong Dapao walked over to the sunflowers and suddenly reached out, roughly handling them. Good heavens - he was causing all the seeds that the children had been looking forward to for half a year to fall to the ground.


    If he had any expression at this moment, Chen Men thought it would surely be one of schadenfreude and smugness.


    It was like finding out that the seemingly trustworthy Zhu Shimao could also betray you.


    Chen Men had always had a very good impression of Xiong Dapao. She deeply regretted not ending up with him and had even thought that if she had been reborn earlier, before having Yuanyuan and when Xiong Dapao was still unmarried, she would definitely have wanted to start a family with him.


    But look at him now - it proved that while Xiong Dapao said nothing and appeared honest on the surface, he actually looked down on her because she had once rejected him, and was even hoping to watch her fail at running Factory 271.


    How could he be like this?


    This wouldn''t do.


    Xiong Dapao was extremely important to Chen Men. Without his help introducing resources, she and Xue Mingfang would have to travel all over the country, visiting distributors one by one. With 32 provinces nationwide, finding distributors and agents would take at least a full year.


    But if she could win over Xiong Dapao, that year could bepressed into one month. With Xiong Dapao connecting with distributors and holding a distributor conference in Xiping City, the products could quickly flow to private department stores nationwide, generating quick returns and getting Factory 271''s cash flow moving.


    Just then, Yan Dongping said with augh: "Besides, Chen Men''s first child was a girl, while your ex-wife''s first child was a boy. Just based on this alone, she''s not as good as your ex-wife..."


    With a bang, Chen Men pushed open the door and said with a smile: "Our Boss Xiong served in the military and is educated. Gender equality is written into our basic national policy. Yan Dongping, are you trying to get Boss Xiong to hit you by talking like that?"


    Yan Dongping jumped to his feet, looking embarrassed.


    The sunflower was already fully ripe and yellow, and Xiong Dapao was startled by Chen Men. His hand that was gripping the sunflower made a swooshing sound as he identally broke off the entire flower head.


    This was Little Wang''s sunflower - he would definitely cry when he came home tonight and saw this.


    Being caught gossiping behind someone''s back - that was their current awkward situation.


    Seeing Chen Men''s displeased expression, Yan Dongping tried to smooth things over: "Boss Xiong''s son is really something. He''s only eight years old, but you wouldn''t believe it - the other day he secretly took his father''s car and drove it all the way to the main road. Who would believe an eight-year-old could drive?"


    Xiong Dapao''s poker face lit up, his eyes gleaming - clearly, he was very pleased with Yan Dongping praising his son.


    An eight-year-old taking and driving a car to the main road - in Chen Men''s view, that child seemed to be heading down the path of a spoiled rich kid.


    Carefully picking up the sunflower head that Xiong Dapao had broken off, Chen Men added: "Like father, like son. Our Boss Xiong has seenbat - how could his son be anything less than exceptional?"


    "That''s right, that''s right. But Men, our Zhaozhi is also outstanding. I heard she''s been in magazines and newspapers because of her TV drama role," Yan Dongping, knowing he had spoken out of turn, quickly tried to make amends by praising Yuanyuan, thinking this would please Chen Men.


    People are so difficult!


    This was exactly what Chen Men had been waiting for. She smiled and said: "Indeed. That year when I was 18, the wool mill wanted to introduce me to a soldier for matchmaking. But the mill''s party secretary was my sister-inw''s father, Zhou Renyi. Heter told me that the young man wasn''t interested in me and had chosen another girl instead, rejecting me..." She deliberately paused before continuing, speaking in reverse: "Oh my, when I heard that the young man wasn''t interested in me, I was so devastated and heartbroken for a long time. But thinking about it now, it''s good that the soldier rejected me. If he hadn''t rejected me back then, how could I have had such a lovely daughter like Yuanyuan? Don''t you agree, Yan Dongping?"


    Who needs whom anyway?


    Chen Men said this both to exin why she and Xiong Dapao had missed their chance in the past, and to clearly tell him that because of Yuanyuan, she had never regretted that period of marriage to Yan Xishan.


    Xiong Dapao''s face was expressionless, unable to move.


    But his hands could move, and he had quite a strong grip.


    Chen Men thought it wasn''t a big deal, but with a crack, Xiong Dapao broke off another sunflower.


    Now not only would Little Wang cry, but Yuanyuan would probably cry too, because this sunflower was hers.


    Chen Men was fuming but still had to discuss business first: "Boss Xiong, when our Factory 271''s clothing is ready, could you help organize and invite the biggest clothing distributors from around the country for a distributor conference?"


    She wanted Xiong Dapao to directly invite nationwide distributors to Xiping City for a clothing agency meeting, to get them to be agents andunch the product with a bang.


    Xiong Dapao stiffly nodded his head, his eyes fixed intently on Chen Men.


    If his gaze wereser beams, they would probably have burned Chen Men to ashes.


    "When the timees, we''ll need you to put in some good words for us in front of the distributors. Let''s set the date for January first next year," Chen Men added.


    Yan Dongping felt something was off. Chen Men didn''t have money, and Gu Xiao wouldn''t invest in 271 either. How could she be so sure that her product would beunched in January and even n to hold a distributor conference?


    Also, Xiong Dapao should have been quite curious about Chen Men, but since she had once rejected him, didn''t he not want to help her?


    But this was the first time Yan Dongping saw someone nod like Yan Xishan, nodding in a way that truly embodied the phrase "bowing and scraping."


    Moreover, Xiong Dapao, who was usually expressionless, had his jaw dropped now, his mouth unable to close, and drooling. The drool flowed down his chin, all the way to his chest, and was about to reach his navel.


    Chen Men acted quickly, catching the round sunflower before it fell to the ground.


    The sunflower''s disk was dry, and the seeds were falling off one by one.


    Xiong Dapao was still drooling, as if struck by lightning!


    He was shocked.


    He was confused!


    So, it wasn''t Chen Men who rejected him?


    Zhou Renyi''s daughter was Zhou Xueqin, who was the best friend of his ex-wife.


    So, it was Zhou Xueqin and her father who were behind this, right?


    And they introduced him to such a troublemaker?


    The child ran away as soon as it was born, leaving him to y both father and mother?


    Drool, Xiong Dapao''s drool, kept flowing down.


    Just then, the phone at home rang. It was actually Xue Mingfang calling, saying that Liu Jingjing had just arrived in Xiping City today and wanted toe over for a visit. He asked Chen Men if she wanted them toe.


    And Chen Men, having already settled things with Xiong Dapao, didn''t feel like entertaining them for dinner.


    Taking advantage of the phone call, she found an excuse to say she had to go out and sent the two of them away.


    Xiong Dapao left with drool dripping all over the ce, and even in the car, it continued to flow.


    It was Yan Dongping who found a tissue and wiped him up, or else his chest would have been drenched.


    Yan Dongping thought Xiong Dapao should go to the hospital because his mouth just wouldn''t close!


    He pushed it up, it fell, pushed it up again, and it fell again!


    ...


    Second Sister Liu brought three bowls of mutton soup herself, passing by Xiong Dapao''s Crown car. Seeing Chen Men locking the door, she asked, "I just made the food, are you not going to eat it?"


    Chen Men watched Xiong Dapao''s car leave the vige before turning back and unlocking the door: "It''s fine, leave it, I''ll eat it slowly by myself."


    Second Sister Liu found it odd. Could Men really eat three bowls of mutton soup by herself?


    She had to tease her: "Wow, you''re really something now, aren''t you? After bing the leader of the soldiers, you can eat three bowls of mutton soup in one go?"


    "Why don''t you join me and we can be leaders together?" Chen Men took the tray and said.


    Second Sister Liuughed immediately: "Come on, don''t think I don''t know. Those retired soldiers you''re raising, all they can do is collect fake money."


    This is what they say: good deeds don''t spread, but bad deeds do.


    A group of retired soldiers didn''t be famous for anything else. They sold clothes and caught thieves all day, but no one knew about it. However, the incident of them collecting five hundred yuan in fake money spread all over Yanguan Vige.


    This made Chen Men, who was a leader in the eyes of her neighbors, look anything but glorious.


    Three bowls of mutton soup couldn''t be finished in one sitting, so Chen Men picked out a small bowl for herself and put the rest in the fridge.


    Then, she started reading "Bridges of Madison County."


    In the afternoon, the locust tree rustled in the wind. As Chen Men was flipping through the book, she suddenly heard a girl outside the courtyard, fuming: "Xue Mingfang, my dad says you''re now a manager, but why are you still wearing this old military uniform? You look so outdated."


    This was Liu Jingjing''s voice. She and Xue Mingfang hade over for a visit today.


    But it sounded like they weren''t getting along very well.


    Chen Men then opened the courtyard door and called out, "Liu Jingjing?"


    "Sister-inw, hello," Liu Jingjing smiled from afar. "Isn''t he a manager? Why doesn''t he have a suit?"


    "Is it just for a suit that you want to break up with me?" Xue Mingfang retorted.


    Clearly, they had been arguing all the way here.


    Liu Jingjing got angry and turned to Chen Men: "Sister-inw, look at his attitude. Can I not break up with him?"


    Xue Mingfang was choked, and Chen Men simply said, "Then break up. It''s not like you''re married with kids and it''s hard to divorce. Breaking up a rtionship is nothing difficult."


    "Sister-inw, that''s what you said. I''m breaking up with Xue Mingfang. Okay, I''m leaving. Goodbye." Liu Jingjing said decisively.


    Liu Jingjing had just arrived in Xiping City today, and now she was breaking up with Xue Mingfang.


    Nowadays, young girls are so capricious when ites to rtionships?


    And she left without a word, waving her hand and really leaving.


    But Liu Jingjing was only eighteen, and it wasn''t easy for her toe to Xiping City from the capital. A little girl might get lost. Chen Men pushed Xue Mingfang: "Hurry up and chase after her, what are you standing there for?"


    Xue Mingfang sighed deeply and said, "No need. She came with a girl from theirpound, and that girl is waiting for her at the vige entrance."


    "Did you offend her, little girl just arrived?" Chen Men asked again.


    Xue Mingfang spread his hands, not knowing what to say.


    It could only be said that a little girl''s temper was really hard to figure out.


    When she first heard he was a manager, Liu Jingjing was just like when they first started dating. She called him every day, sang songs, told jokes, read her favorite poems, and nned to visit him.


    But as soon as she got off the train, she started throwing a fit because he wasn''t wearing a suit and tie, but an old military uniform.


    They argued all the way to Yanguan Vige, the crux of the conflict being: the suit.


    Liu Jingjing also brought apanion, who felt Xue Mingfang had embarrassed her by not wearing a suit and wanted to break up.


    After exining the background, Xue Mingfang said angrily, "Leader, what is this supposed to be?"


    "Break up then. If there''s a good one next time, I''ll introduce you to her," Chen Men said decisively.


    She gradually felt that although Xue Mingfang and Liu Jingjing looked like a good match, Xue Mingfang was simple and honest, down-to-earth, and without family background, someone who had to endure hardships to achieve sess.


    Liu Jingjing, being apound kid, had her life arranged by her father, not worrying about work or money, not needing to endure much hardship.


    In terms of personality and life experiences, the two were on different paths, and it was better to part early.


    Chen Men turned back into the courtyard.


    Xue Mingfang stood with his hands on his hips at the courtyard gate, suddenly looking up and seeing that the wall of the coal factory across the street had a new slogan. The other day it still read: "One person gets sterilized, the whole vige is honored."


    Today it had changed to: "Poverty is shameful, wealth is glorious."


    Next to it, some mischievous person had scribbled: "Non-surgical abortion, circumcision, phone 8822338."


    Xue Mingfang stared at the slogan, slowly reaching into his pocket. To entertain Liu Jingjing, he had been eating only two big buns a day for half a month, saving 50 yuan to treat his girlfriend. Well, now she left just because of a suit.


    This was indeed "poverty is shameful, wealth is glorious."


    But even though he was poor, he worked hard, never dragging the country''s back, sweating every day.


    Why was he still shameful?


    And just then, he looked up and saw an old man with fair skin and a refined demeanor, apanied by a few people, walking over. Seeing him, the old man stopped and looked at him from afar.


    After a while, he ordered someone to knock on Chen Men''s door.


    Xue Mingfang was still thinking about the suit.


    This old gentleman was wearing a very decent and nice suit!


    The courtyard gate was open, and Chen Men had just turned back when she heard someone knocking. Seeing it was Gu Xiao, she said, "Professor Gu,e in."


    "That military young man, is he your worker?" Gu Xiao first asked.


    Chen Men motioned for Xue Mingfang to make tea and said, "Yes."


    Gu Xiao nced at Xue Mingfang indifferently and didn''t say anything more.


    In fact, Chen Men didn''t know that Yan Xishan''s family had been andlord, and their courtyard had been taken over by the Revolutionary Committee during the Cultural Revolution. This ce had once been the Revolutionary Committee.


    At that time, Gu Xiao was imprisoned in this courtyard, and then Su Wen had pleaded with Yan San Ye.


    Mr. Yan the Third secretly released him.


    Upon entering the courtyard, Yan Dongxue was quite surprised by the changes, having not visited in a long time. Gu Xiao slowly strolled through therge room that once housed the main hall of thendlord''s mansion, then moved on to the other rooms. No one knew that he had once been confined in that grand hall, where a broken wall at the back allowed him to escape.


    Chen Men had set out a bamboo chair and said, "This is all we have at home. Do you find this stoolfortable?"


    Gu Xiao replied, "In Southeast Asia, I also sit on chairs like this."


    Bamboo-woven chairs are particrlyfortable in the summer.


    With the crisp autumn air, the leaves of the pagoda trees at the back of the courtyard, no longer the deep green of midsummer, were gradually turning yellow. The sound of the wind through them was no longer the dull, heavy noise of summer but had be thin, crisp, and light, soothing one''s emotions.


    After sitting for a while, Gu Xiao added, "I especially love the autumn in Xiping City."


    The sky is high, cloudless, the wind not fierce but persistent all day.


    Though the weather is still warm, the cool breeze can make one feel refreshed.


    Gu Xiao must have arranged with Yan Dongxue and his two assistants beforehand. Seeing Gu Xiao sit down, they prepared to leave. Yan Dongxue even pulled Xue Mingfang, signaling him to leave with him.


    They cleared the space to give Chen Men and Gu Xiao a ce to chat.


    As soon as they left, Gu Xiao began to ask, "You said you were the only one who talked to Su Wen before she passed away. Did she ever tell you if she regretted anything in her life?"


    Seeing Chen Men remain silent, Gu Xiao continued, "I gave you a day to watch ''Bridges of Madison County.''"


    Chen Men still didn''t respond. Xue Mingfang had only half-prepared the tea when she lowered her head and started adding longan to it.


    Gu Xiao grew impatient: "Miss Chen, I know Su Wen was your mother. For us Chinese, there are three taboos: not speaking ill of elders, teachers, and superiors. So you shouldn''t talk about Su Wen in front of outsiders. But times have changed. Your current leader says, ''ck cats, white cats, whichever catches the mouse is a good cat.'' Only by talking seriously with me can you be that cat that catches the mouse."


    Indeed.


    Recently, the vige received an upper-level task, as if waiting to wee Gu Xiao and confront Chen Men. The slogans on the walls had changed.


    Once it was, "One person gets sterilized, the whole vige is honored."


    Now it''s, "Poverty is shameful, wealth is glorious."


    The wealthy old man from Singapore is in the opposition camp and has many grievances about the current policies of this country. Upon returning, without needing anyone to tell him, just by looking at the shocking slogans on the walls, he became even more disdainful of the country''s current policies.


    Once people fought against and cursed capitalists, now they shamelessly fawned over them.


    With such national policies, how can you expect capitalists to respect you?


    Without respect as a foundation, the other party''s attitude remains one of charity. How much can they really give you?


    "I heard you were quite close with Ms. Wang Gebi. Let''s not talk about my mother-inw. What about Wang Gebi? Do you still n to take her case and get her released from prison?" Chen Men changed the subject to ask this.


    Gu Xiao replied very sinctly, "I originally nned to take Mi Lan and Mi Xue to Singapore, but I won''t now."


    Then he added, "As for Wang Gebi, I have notified the military court to withdraw my letter and reiterated my political stance, stating that I will always stand against China. Wang Gebi''s political views and stance are the same as mine."


    This statement is intriguing.


    Wang Gebi is currently in prison, convicted only of having ties with spies. She has repeatedly argued that her political stance is the same as the country''s and refuses to eptbor reform education.


    Gu Xiao''s words, though light, would prove that Wang Gebi''s political ideology is not only problematic but also in the form of counter-revolution, meaning she would be sent to a regr prison forbor reform.


    A sixty-year-olddy sent forbor reform sounds quite harsh.


    After all, the most pitiful are Mi Lan and her son.


    If Wang Gebi hadn''t been so eager to get out of prison and had handed over the ''Land Use Certificate'' to Yan Zhao and his brother earlier, telling them where it came from, things might have been different.


    Yan Zhao is stern but soft-hearted, and Yan Wei is even softer. They have been providing Mi Lan with living expenses until now.


    Perhaps, if they had softened their hearts, Mi Lan and her sister could have gone abroad.


    Now, with Mi Lan unable to do any physical work and Yan Wei cutting off her support, she might starve to death in the capital.


    But this is Wang Gebi''s own doing, no one else''s fault.


    Conversation requires artistry. Chen Men took a deep breath and asked Gu Xiao, "Do you think, like the protagonists in ''Bridges of Madison County,'' you and my mother-inw had such a rtionship?"


    Gu Xiao nodded.


    Fortunately, Yan Zhao wasn''t there; otherwise, he would have been furious.


    This old man stubbornly believes he had an extramarital affair with Su Wen, which is quite infuriating.


    "You also think ''Bridges of Madison County'' tells a story of true love," Chen Men continued.


    Gu Xiao nodded again. Indeed, he loved Su Wen.


    If it weren''t for her risking her life to let him go, there would be no him today.


    So Gu Xiao believes Su Wen also loved him.


    Among the endless children, an absent husband, and a nagging mother-inw, only he was spiritually connected with her.


    He doesn''t regret the persistent harassment he caused Su Wen, stubbornly deluding himself that he was her soulmate.


    A perpetrator, a criminal, yet he sees himself as Su Wen''s soulmate.


    "You also think we all look ugly, don''t you? For money, we''ll do anything," Chen Men said with a smile.


    Gu Xiao didn''t speak, but it seemed he agreed with Chen Men''s words.


    "At the time, Professor Gu escaped by train, right? Currently, trains are only just speeding up. Before that, the speed of Chinese trains was always 40 mph. Jumping off at that speed wouldn''t break a leg, just scratch the skin. Under such conditions, knowing that my mother-inw would be a target once you left, why didn''t you jump off the train and return to face everything with her?" Chen Men questioned further.


    Gu Xiao was taken aback.


    Chen Men then said, "So even if it was true love,pared to your life and future, life and future were still more important, right?"


    ...


    "You always think my father-inw is bad, but under those circumstances, he risked his future, was mocked for wearing a green hat, and never divorced my mother-inw. They were separated due to professional constraints, but he never stopped taking care of her, insisting on her innocence. Inparison, what about you? If you really thought you loved her, why didn''t you jump off the train, return, and bravely face everything with her? You think giving thirty thousand is great, but if I offered you thirty thousand for your life, would you give it?" Chen Men continued.


    If it weren''t for the old man''s advanced age, Chen Men would have further asked: Can someone who fears death and lives in cowardice talk about love?


    "If it weren''t for my mother-inw risking her life to send you away, you would just be a handful of yellow earth and a pile of bones. What right do you have to sit in my courtyard and speak to me with such an arrogant attitude, forcing me to admit to an extramarital affair that never happened?" Chen Men added.


    If the other party wants to talk, fine. In Chen Men''s view, so-called true love is all nonsense.


    Pure love is willing to risk one''s life.


    Someone who doesn''t even dare to risk their life has no right to talk about love.


    If it weren''t for Su Wen risking her life to send him away, where would he get the right to sit here now?


    Anyone can look down on Chen Men, this nouveau riche, muddy-footed entrepreneur, but not Gu Xiao.


    Because even his life was given by Su Wen.


    This must be a deeply painful blow to Gu Xiao.


    But Chen Men had to force a smile and add another sentence: "Doesn''t my second brother look ugly when he''s seeking investment? But if my mother-inw had been a bit crueler and not let you go, my father-inw might have already risen to the position ofmander, and they would have been reunited long ago. My second brother and Yan Zhao would certainly not be what they are now. You know that my mother-inw''s calligraphy was taught by my father-inw, a husband teaching his wife, and you also know they had four children, proving how harmonious their rtionship once was. You personally destroyed the happiness of a family, so why do you still mock their children? I don''t think you have the right to mock my second brother."


    What''s so impressive about that? The tragedy of Yan Zhao''s family has paved the way for Gu Xiao''s sess today.


    ...


    "What''s there to discuss about ''The Bridges of Madison County''? If my mother-inw were alive and could foresee everything, knowing that the person she risked her life to let go is now returning so arrogantly, looking down on this and that in thend where she once lived, and even smearing her reputation, do you think she would still let you go?"


    Chen Men felt that this old man had a strong heart, so she continued to speak, one sentence after another.


    She wanted to repay all that he owed Su Wen to this old man.


    What''s the difference between a ck cat and a white cat if they catch mice?


    When did investment be a form of charity?


    What right did he have to offer charity to Su Wen''s children?


    Gu Xiao''s face had turned pale, and he sat there, trembling like a leaf on the tree in the courtyard.


    But Chen Men wasn''t done yet; she had much more to say, to make this old man feel utterly ashamed.


    However, just then, a faint song came from outside the door. It was Yuanyuan,ing back from school, singing: "Flowers fill the sky, clouds fill the sky, sifting gold through a fine sieve leaves half a sieve of sand... the water in the sandy river can''t be held back, the brother walks to the ends of the earth, holding his sister''s hand."


    The song hadn''t finished when a dark-skinned girl with two small braids pushed open the courtyard gate and walked in.


    Seeing another grandfather in the courtyard, she grinned: "Hello, Grandpa."


    Gu Xiao looked up in response and saw a girl standing at the gate.


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    Through the years, she was just like a lovely girl from the past, who would go out to y every day and return like this.


    Singing,ughing, her voice arriving before her.


    Following closely was Qin Yu, who entered and said, "Men, hurry up, Zhou Yu called to say that ''Return to the City'' has been scheduled on CCTV, and they''re about to air the trailer. Not just the kids'' scenes, but the young people''s scenes are even more interesting. It''s about our childhood experiences, the ck fifth category, smashing and looting, the educated youth, and it''s really interesting. Let''s go watch it on your big color TV."


    This TV series could be said to be Zhou Yu''s life''s work.


    He had been applying to get it on CCTV, but due to the sensitive era and its deviation from major policies, he was afraid it wouldn''t make it and nned to air it on local satellite TV.


    Who would have thought it would actually get on CCTV?


    Chen Men had to hurry to turn on the TV; she was eager to see the trailer.


    Yuanyuan, seeing the old grandfather in the courtyard looking at her and seemingly not moving to go inside, timidly asked, "Grandpa, I acted in a TV series called ''Return to the City''. I yed a rural girl who sings folk songs very well. Would you like to watch it with us?"


    Gu Xiao stared at Yuanyuan, his breath stopping for a moment.


    Chen Men took her daughter''s hand and said, "Grandpa doesn''t need to, Grandpa doesn''t want to watch."

 Chapter 107

    Compared to those who actively do evil, more detestable are those who believe they upy the moral high ground and consider themselves saints.


    Chen Men particrly enjoyed exposing such people.


    Self-righteous, believing every rumor they hear, always assuming the worst in others while considering themselves the most noble and innocent.


    If the children hadn''t returned from school, Chen Men could have continued until Gu Xiao had a heart attack and died right there.


    But since several children hade back, the matter had to be dropped.


    Little Wang had grown up, now a ten-year-old boy who had been fighting constantly with Little Langtely, though he always lost. The two came through the door wrestling.


    His main concern was those sunflower heads.


    Although sunflower seeds outside only cost twenty cents a pack, and they were even five-spice vored, homegrown ones always tasted better.


    Today would be perfect - eating their own homegrown sunflower seeds while watching Yuanyuan''s TV drama. Life couldn''t get any better.


    But when he pushed open the courtyard gate, the boy let out a cry - two of the three sunflower nts had their heads broken off.


    "Mom, who stole my sunflowers?" Little Wang wailed heartbreakingly.


    Little Lang said, "Oh no, only mine is left!" His was the only sunflower that still had its head.


    "They''re on the windowsill, one te for each of you. You can watch TV first today, then do your homework," Chen Men said.


    Seeing an old man sitting in the courtyard, Little Wang quietly asked Chen Men, "Mom, was it that grandpa who..."


    The vacant-eyed elderly man looked like he could be the culprit who picked their sunflower heads.


    Chen Men gave him a light smack on the head: "No nonsense, get inside."


    The TV drama''s theme song "Flowers and Clouds Across the Sky" had already started ying.


    But Chen Men wouldn''t invite Gu Xiao to watch.


    She made a TV drama for her daughter?


    How ridiculous.


    Hearing the music, Gu Xiao stood up and walked toward the ss window.


    They say trailers contain the essence of a TV drama, with actors merely making brief appearances. The whole thingsted only thirty seconds, with actors shing by one after another, but the final long shot was of Yuanyuan.


    It was a crying scene - the little girl''s eyes were misty with tears as the camera circled around her in a long take.


    Just like that, unexpectedly, the past years came vividly alive before Gu Xiao''s eyes.


    He never expected those years that had haunted his dreams, his youth, would be presented on screen in the form of a TV drama. He never expected there would be a girl like Yan Xing, teary-eyed, looking straight at him.


    Through the TV screen, he was now old and frail, but he had never forgotten that little girl.


    And her mother - kind, gentle, beautiful - who could discuss Pavel Korchagin and Lin Daojing with him in the fields.


    He still remembered when she helped him escape, he had asked why Su Wen wanted to save him.


    Su Wen had said: "My husband isn''t educated, but you are. You''re a professor. If people like you survive, you can be professors again, and my children will have the chance to get an education."


    He had tried countless times, in various ways, to ask if she had let him go because she loved him.


    If it wasn''t for love, why would she have been willing to let him escape?


    He had been so arrogant then, believing himself a thousand times better than the crude, stubborn Yan Peiheng.


    Walking along the road, he had directly asked this question, saying: "Su Wen, you like me, don''t you? You love me, right? That''s why you were willing to let me go?"


    Su Wen had replied then.


    She said: "Professor Gu, I have four children. The Buddha says good deeds bring good fortune. I let you go because I hope that in the future, if my children ever find themselves in trouble like you, someone will help them without hesitation."


    Gu Xiao had forgotten those words. A man might love a woman, but he won''t love the children she had with another man.


    He stubbornly forgot those words. Children? Yan Zhao was so sensible, he could take care of himself.


    Yan Wei and Yan Jun were in the capital, weren''t they? They didn''t need their mother anymore.


    And the best one, Su Wen''s most beloved Yan Xing was already dead, so what was left for her to worry about?


    In Southeast Asia, he and Su Wen could have more children.


    They could have another daughter, couldn''t they?


    He chose to forget those words, and even now, stubbornly believed that Su Wen had let him go because she loved him. But now he had been exposed, mercilessly exposed by Chen Men, and he remembered how much that woman had loved her children.


    Yes, she had been kind to him because she wanted him to teach Yan Xing and Yan Zhao to read and write, to teach them various musical instruments, to tell them about "Das Kapital," "Song of Youth," to teach them about poetry, literature, and art.


    She had listened with a smile, and both children were so eager to learn. In their eyes, he was cultured, an intellectual, someone who must be respected. And on this Chinese soil, the ultimate desire of all women seemed to be for their children to seed and have a bright future.


    Cultural heritage - that''s what they valued most.


    And she had let him go because she wanted to umte good karma for her descendants.


    That''s why Su Wen was so renowned in Salt Pass Vige.


    Everyone called her the living Buddha.


    She truly was a living Buddha, having given birth to five children between the ages of sixteen and twenty-six, yet still slim, graceful, and beautiful at thirty, as gentle as the autumn wind on thisnd.


    Gu Xiao was three years younger than her, and always felt she was like a mother, a sister, and sometimes, innocently like a younger sister.


    She was the purest embodiment of womanhood in his definition.


    It was because she had let him go.


    That''s what made him who he was today, appearing devout but arrogant.


    Outwardly humble, but inwardly looking down on anyone who had stayed behind on thisnd.


    All that qualification and confidence came from Su Wen.


    Gu Xiao looked around. The former Revolutionary Committee prison had be such a grand and stable courtyard house.


    Several children sat around the TV,pletely absorbed in the trailer.


    The chubby little fellow Little Lang wasmenting: "Sister is crying, that''s not good."


    Little Wang contentedly cracked a sunflower seed: "What do you know, that''s called acting." The shell flew up with a pop.


    Today''s TV dramas are really particr about details - the costumes and the portrayal of the turbulent years were all meticulously researched, truly able to transport people back to that era.


    Gu Xiao probably wanted to watch more, but it was just a trailer, only thirty seconds, gone in a sh.


    The images that could take him back to the past were gone in an instant.


    With the suddenly setting sun and the dying wind in the locust trees behind the courtyard, everything was beyond grasp.


    He wanted to apologize to Su Wen, but who would listen? All that remorse, self-me, and shame could only be swallowed down. Besides himself, no one cared or would be willing to listen.


    He was still in shock, but everything was over and would never return.


    It was already after work hours when Yan Dongxue and two other assistants came in.


    Yan Zhao and Yan Wei arrived together.


    "Professor, the ne tickets are booked. Shall we leave now?" Yan Dongxue asked.


    Gu Xiao remained silent, still standing stiffly.


    The private doctor noticed his poorplexion and quietly suggested returning to the hotel first to get some oxygen and rest.


    Setting aside whatever Gu Xiao had discussed with Chen Men, the most important matter was still the investment.


    Seeing the strange expression on Gu Xiao''s face, Yan Zhao asked: "Men, how did the investment discussion go?"


    Poor Commissioner Yan had once fought bravely on the Old Mountain front line, a living King Yama who struck fear into the enemy''s hearts. Now in the public security system, leaders called him the stubborn mule, but in their hearts, he was still the living King Yama who could take lives with the slightest mistake.


    But even the living King Yama worried about investments - it concerned 271 and the many veterans who depended on it for their livelihood.


    Yan Wei also came closer, asking Chen Men in a low voice: "Did the old man give you any trouble? Should I go ask him to discuss the money with you again?"


    Compared to them, Chen Men was much more rxed: "It''s fine, the old man will bring up money on his own."


    He would definitely invest; it was just a matter of how much and in how manypanies.


    As they were whispering among themselves, Gu Xiao suddenly said: "Little Zhao, could youe to the hotel tonight?"


    Yan Zhao and Yan Wei exchanged nces; as expected, the old man wasn''t leaving.


    If Yan Zhao had softened his attitude a bit at this moment, Old Master Gu might have been willing to discuss investment tonight.


    But if Yan Zhao were truly capable of yielding, he wouldn''t be known as the "Living King of Hell." He replied, "I don''t have time, and I don''t want to."


    Yan Wei let out a sigh, thinking his third brother was truly stubborn - what harm would it do to be a bit more amodating right now?


    Yan Zhao''s attitude directly affected Gu Xiao''s response. He nodded and shuffled out of the courtyard with unsteady steps.


    After watching Gu Xiao leave, Yan Wei immediately said, "Third brother, you really are... couldn''t you just..."


    But Chen Men quickly interrupted him: "Second brother, don''t worry about it. These things don''t have to be resolved immediately."


    She had spent six months preparing; how could the investment fall through just because of Yan Zhao''s attitude or a singlement?


    Gu Xiao would definitely stay - that was as certain as a nail in wood.


    Soon after, Yan Wei quietly slipped next door.


    Qi Songlu had always known about him paying alimony to his ex-wife, but since she was also in her second marriage, she understood such situations. Moreover, Qi Songlu wanted to discuss something with Yan Wei - although she hadn''t been tested, she hadn''t had children in her first marriage and worried that she might have some condition preventing her from bearing children, which would burden Yan Wei.


    Yan Wei himself didn''t want children anyway, so he didn''t care about this at all.


    For these two people in their second marriages, Yan Wei found Qi Songlu to be both considerate and understanding - the best he could ask for.


    For Qi Songlu, Yan Wei was straightforward without any deception, and honest - a rare find. The two of them got along quite well.


    Meanwhile, at Chen Men''s ce, Yan Zhao was helping the children with their homework while she was organizing the "Investment Promotion n" for Factory 271.


    She faintly heard the piano music stop, and shortly after, Yan Zhao returned.


    With a thud, he tossed a book onto the bedside table.


    Chen Men looked - it was "The Bridges of Madison County."


    It seemed Yan Zhao had finished reading the book.


    "The Bridges of Madison County" would be a widely popr film in the 1990s.


    If Zhou Xueqin hadn''t mentioned it that way, Chen Men wouldn''t have been curious. But because Zhou Xueqin had raised that possibility, Chen Men couldn''t help but ponder it. She picked up the book and, smiling, asked Yan Zhao who was undressing: "Director Yan, since you''ve finished it, how about sharing your thoughts?"


    "What thoughts?" Yan Zhao countered.


    He neatly folded his shirt, put it in the wardrobe, and jumped onto the bed.


    Chen Men always left the bed in a mess, and before Yan Zhao would lie down, he had to re-arrange the sheets and pillowcases, but he wouldn''t engage with Chen Men''s topic.


    How could someone like him have an affair, let alone an office romance? What woman would even be interested in him?


    Unable to contain herself any longer, Chen Men pressed on: "About the affair - if you met a woman you truly loved in the future, would you have a physical rtionship with her?"


    It wasn''t just about the physical rtionship - in "The Bridges of Madison County," the male protagonist chose to be cremated after death and had his ashes delivered to the female protagonist.


    It was an affair, but it was also true love.


    Yan Zhao looked down at Chen Men, and after a long while finally said: "Let''s go to sleep."


    How could someone be so dull?


    "Let''s talk about it - if you met a girl you really liked, would you, like the characters in the book..." Chen Men continued.


    "Sleep," Yan Zhao said as he arranged the bedding, ready to turn off the lights.


    He wasn''t just stubborn - he was like a ck hole, whatever you said to him, you could never expect any response.


    But just as Chen Men was about to die of frustration, she suddenly heard Yan Zhao let out a long sigh.


    "Tell me, if I hadn''t called out then, if I had let my mother go with Gu Xiao, would things have been better?" It was rare for him to discuss what happened back then with Chen Men - he never mentioned Su Wen.


    Clearly, he felt guilty about calling out to Su Wen at the train station and making here back.


    If he hadn''t called out then, letting Gu Xiao take Su Wen away, she would have had apletely different life. With Gu Xiao''s money-making abilities, Su Wen would have been a wealthydy in Singapore, living a life totally different from her days in Yanguan Vige.


    But because of his one call, mother came back, and she endured a lifetime of hardship.


    However, Chen Men had her own interpretation of this matter.


    She said firmly: "No, if mother had really left, she wouldn''t have been happy or content. Love and marriage are two different things. She nearly went crazy after losing Yan Xing; if she had lost you too, do you think she could have been happy?"


    Yan Zhao shook his head; he had never thought about it this way before, and didn''t know.


    He only knew that his mother loved them deeply.


    After Yan Xing''s death, she gave all her love to him alone.


    "Speaking for myself, even now, if any of my three children were missing or not doing well, I couldn''t rest in peace," Chen Men patted her chest. "For a mother, nothing is more important than her children."


    Yan Zhao sat there, slowly breaking into a smile, and reached out to turn off the light with a click.


    That smile contained tears and contentment.


    Chen Men was also satisfied as shey back in bed.


    Love was nothingpared to this.


    If Yan Zhao ever had an affair, Chen Men would beat him to a pulp, get her revenge, and divorce him - simple as that.


    But if Yuanyuan, Little Wang, or Little Lang were ever bullied or looked down upon, if they weren''t doing well, Chen Men would make sure others wouldn''t have peace either.


    Su Wen was patient and reserved, which was why people called her a Buddha.


    Chen Men didn''t have such a good temper - if anyone bullied her children, she would exact eye for an eye, tooth for tooth revenge.


    And all mothers share one trait - when that baby is born, reaching out its arms toward her, her heart belongs only to her child.


    That''s why Su Wen''s greatest love was always for her children.


    Thinking of this, Chen Men remembered something else: "Any leads on the Land Use Certificate? Who took it from mother?"


    "I''m still investigating," Yan Zhao sighed deeply. "I hope it wasn''t big brother."


    If it really was Yan Jun, then Su Wen truly lived in vain.


    And Yan Zhao would chase him all the way to America if necessary, just to strangle him.


    ...


    As expected, early the next morning, Yan Wei called: "Men, Gu Xiao has moved to the Guoguang Grand Hotel in the city, and he says he''ll stay for several days to attend our Publicity Department''s business meeting."


    Chen Men rubbed her eyes and looked at the time - it was only five-thirty in the morning.


    One phone call from Yan Wei had woken up the whole family.


    The Guoguang Grand Hotel was the best amodation in Xiping City, and moving there meant Gu Xiao nned to stay for a while - this was indeed good news.


    "How long does he n to stay?" Chen Men asked. "When is the business meeting?"


    "The meeting is on the 28th. Is everything ready on your end?" Yan Wei asked.


    Chen Men sighed deeply. Everything was prepared, but since Gu Xiao didn''t want to invest in the military factory, she had to revise all the investment ns, product nning documents, and marketunch proposals she had prepared.


    "Once you''ve made the revisions, send them over right away. I need to deliver the materials to Gu Xiao tomorrow. I''ll make Factory 271 our key rmendation and try to secure the first investment for you," Yan Wei said.


    Having been woken up by the phone call, and seeing it was about time to get up anyway, Chen Men got up to make breakfast. She saw Little Wang organizing his backpack, which looked unusually bulky. Although he was in fourth grade now and considered a big student, he didn''t have that many books. The strap was leaving marks on his shoulder, and the young boy was trying to leave without breakfast.


    "Yan Wangqi, what''s in your backpack?" Yan Zhao asked while brushing his teeth.


    "Nothing, nothing at all," Little Wang said, turning to leave.


    Of course, his father caught him immediately.


    As Yan Zhao opened the backpack, Yuanyuan came out of her bedroom and, seeing the contents, frowned and said: "Brother, aren''t these the notebooks you asked me to sign? How could you use so many at once?"


    Chen Men came out to look and asked: "Yan Wangqi, how much are you selling each notebook for?"


    "There''s Yuanyuan''s signature on these, she''s a little star now. I could sell these for one or two yuan, maybe even five yuan each!" Little Wang proudly gave himself a thumbs up.


    This clever little rascal had filled his entire schoolbag with notebooks, each one bearing Yuanyuan''s signature - the three characters of Yan Shengnan - on the first page.


    Yuanyuan had thought the notebooks were for her brother to write in, and she had spent half ofst night signing them until her hand was sore.


    Little did she know that he was nning to sell them at school.


    First sneaking off to watch videos at the theater, and now selling his sister''s signatures - at just ten years old, Little Wang was racing down a path that would surely give his father a heart attack, with no intention of turning back.


    Yan Zhao finally let his son go, then turned to Chen Men and asked, "This behavior... it''s concerning, isn''t it?"


    When it came to his son''s minor misdeeds, Yan Zhao waspletely at a loss for what to do.


    Chen Men responded casually, "Don''t worry, I have one trick that will sort him out. You should get to work now."


    With "Return to the City" about to air on Central TV, Yuanyuan was bing a little celebrity. It was foreseeable that she would receive many film offers afterward. With a young girl bing a star, there would surely be variousplications at school. Based on Chen Men''s previous life experience, both siblings would need time to adjust. They would have to take things as they came.


    Regarding Little Wang''s secret video-watching, Chen Men could easily handle that herself.


    As for selling the notebooks, she figured the teachers wouldn''t let him off easily this time and would give him a proper punishment.


    To Chen Men, these weren''t major issues.


    The priority was the business n for 271, and since Teacher Huang had drafted it, he would need to revise it.


    Chen Men had positioned 271 to produce high-end professional wear, along with luggage and leather shoes. Now they needed topletely remove all traces of the military factory background, reposition it as a high-end professional wear brand, and revise the business n ordingly.


    It took an entire day toplete the revisions to the business n.


    In the evening, Chen Men went into the city and rented over a dozen of thetest video tapes from an electronics store. Renting videos was expensive now, with just the deposit being fifty yuan, but to keep Little Wang from sneaking into video halls, this expense was necessary.


    Early the next morning, Yan Wei needed to go into the city to meet Gu Xiao, but first came to see Chen Men to collect her business n.


    He was carrying a thick stack of business ns from various private entrepreneurs.


    These ns were arranged in order of priority - those on top would be the focus of promotion, and Gu Xiao would definitely review them carefully and thoroughly.


    Those submittedter would only get a cursory nce, essentially just making up the numbers.


    Chen Men flipped through them and noticed Zhou Xueqin''s pager factory business n was first, so she began reading it carefully.


    Yan Wei exined, "Zhou Xueqin used to have serious conflicts with Wang Gebi and her daughter. I bear some responsibility for Third Brother''s divorce. Her business n is quite good, and she''s repeatedly promised to work hard at her business and earn money to save up for Little Wang and Little Lang. After all, she is Little Wang and Little Lang''s birth mother. If she faces financial difficulties, it will ultimately affect the children, so I want to support her. You don''t have any objections, right?"


    In thepetition for investment, the bold prevail, so Chen Men said nothing.


    However, she noticed another business n in Yan Wei''s bag, crumpled up, with the words "Xiongsheng Company" barely visible. Since Xiongsheng Company belonged to Xiong Dapao, it seemed this was one Yan Wei intended to discard. Curious, Chen Men pulled it out.


    The cover read: Investment Proposal for Sanbao Paint Factory''s Production of Quality and Safe Paint.


    Sanbao Paint Factory was the very factory that had caused Little Lang to develop leukemia in her previous life.


    Chen Men had filedints about that factory, and the Industrial and Commercial Bureau had shut it down, but after a while, the owner had bribed some officials and reopened. The paint they sold was still just as toxic and poor quality, but due to high market demand for paint, it sold extremely well.


    This year, both the factory director and his wife had developed strange illnesses, losing their hair and nails, along with blood-rted problems.


    To pay for their medical treatment, they had to sell the paint factory to Xiong Dapao.


    After taking over Sanbao Paint Factory, Xiong Dapao investigated and discovered that the former director and his wife had been poisoned by their own paint. Upon further inquiry, he learned that harmful ck paint was amon issue in the market. After this sobering revtion, he decided to improve paint quality and develop safe paint products.


    For this purpose, he was seeking investment capital.


    "What''s the story with this one?" Chen Men asked.


    Yan Wei smiled and said, "The general manager of this factory is named Xiong Dapao, who''s also a People''s Representative of our city. Just yesterday, he inexplicably showed up at Zhou Xueqin''s factory with a group of people, confronted her for quite a while, and had his men tell her that she should never try to do business in Xiping City again, threatening to beat her up every time they saw her. Zhou Xueqin filed a police report in Jinxi, using Xiong Dapao of vandalism and retaliation. Today she specifically told me that since Xiong Dapao is a veteran, this identity would anger Gu Xiao, and moreover, his character is questionable, so she asked me to withdraw his business n - otherwise, Xiong Dapao''s n would have been near the front."


    Chen Men understood.


    Reincarnation wasn''t a fresh start, nor did it necessarily make people smarter.


    Setting aside all prerequisites, Xiong Dapao had acquired Sanbao Paint Factory and wanted to produce safe paint.


    As fellow private entrepreneurspeting for investment, Chen Men had to give way to him and let the paint factory take priority.


    As for Zhou Xueqin, she had Lu Jingyu backing her.


    And Lu Jingyu had built his fortune using substandard steel and cement in construction, never properlyying foundations, always creating dangerous buildings. Chen Men had never bought Zhou Xueqin''s pagers, but she was certain they too were counterfeit products passed off as genuine.


    Calmly, she told Yan Wei about how Zhou Xueqin had bought fake goods and poor-quality shoes for Little Wang and Little Lang, and how when Little Lang was beaten, she had actually tried to mediate the situation.


    Then she moved Xiong Dapao''s business n to the top, put her own second.Aliali: 67409081c4f3f33ac40a029f


    Zhou Xueqin''s n was removed and crumpled into a ball.


    Little Lang had been harmed by poor-quality paint in his previous life - how many children''s lives could Xiong Dapao save by producing safe paint?


    Yet Zhou Xueqin, knowing all this, still tried to discredit Xiong Dapao topete for investment?


    Chen Men had anticipated that after she exined to Xiong Dapao about their blind date and the misunderstanding, he might direct his anger at Zhou Xueqin, given his unfortunate first marriage.


    But she deserved it - let them fight it out.


    If reincarnation couldn''t wake Zhou Xueqin up, she should go make money elsewhere.


    She shouldn''t expect to earn any more money in Xiping City.


    Safe paint, veterans'' reemployment - while making money, one must maintain a conscience!


    "Xiong Dapao is also a veteran. Do you think Gu Xiao will invest in him?" Yan Wei worried.


    Chen Men continued reviewing the business ns, looking up to say, "Perhaps he might even invest all his money in veterans starting businesses?"

 Chapter 108

    Zhou Xueqin''s "nning Document" ended up being crumpled into a ball and thrown into the trash bin.


    The Sanbao Paint Factory''s proposal was ced at the top of Chen Men''s stack of nning documents.


    If she could only secure one investment from Gu Xiao, Chen Men hoped it would be for the Sanbao Paint Factory.


    "Return to the City" was scheduled to begin airing next month.


    Today, followingst night''s preview, Yuanyuan had be famous throughout the school. As she walked into the yard with her backpack, Chen Men asked, "How was your day?"


    Logically, it shouldn''t have been too pleasant, because with her newfound fame, she would likely face both admiration and scrutiny from her ssmates. Chen Men worried her daughter might not handle being isted, stared at, and gossiped about, so she wanted to offer some guidance.


    "It was fine," Yuanyuan said with a smile. "When I went to the bathroom, Zheng Beibei and her friends surrounded me, saying I didn''t look as good on camera as Ningning, but a sixth-grade sister chased them away, saying both Ningning and I were pretty."


    The little girl ran her hand across the piano keys and said, "I really like that big sister. She''s my good friend now."


    So indeed, while some ssmates tried to exclude Yuanyuan, an older student had stood up for her and defended justice.


    It seemed Chen Men''s prepared psychological counseling wouldn''t be necessary.


    Little Wang was also quite proud today, having sold all his notebooks and made over forty yuan.


    Nobody knew how this little rascal managed to sell them without the teachers noticing.


    That evening, after the children finished their homework, Chen Men called for Yuanyuan and Little Lang to watch "God of Gamblers" with her. It was a ssic film starring Stephen Chow and Andy Lau, currently the most popr movie at the video hall.


    She assigned Little Wang to wash the dishes.


    As soon as the music started ying on TV, Little Wang couldn''t resist abandoning the dishes and rushing over.


    "Didn''t you already see it? Go finish the dishes," Chen Men said.


    Though Little Wang had seen it at the video hall, watching it at home with his siblings was different, plus he could spoil the plot for Little Lang and Yuanyuan.


    But this time, Chen Men showed no leniency, making him finish washing the dishes despite his impatience before allowing him to return to watch the video. Not only did Yuanyuan and Little Lang get to watch the movie, but Chen Men also bought them arge bag of snacks.


    Though she didn''t say anything explicitly, from that day forward, Little Wang stopped sneaking off to the video hall.


    After all, watching movies at home was much morefortable than in the smelly, crowded, and noisy video hall.


    Chen Men herself enjoyed watching videos, but she wouldn''t y them on weekdays since the children needed to wake up early. She would rent one tape per week and show it to the children on weekends.


    The business meeting was approaching quickly.


    Before that, Gu Xiao had his assistant privately approach Chen Men, asking if she wanted investment. He was willing to invest money in the wholesale market for renovations, which would lead to increased rent, ensuring she would never have to worry about food and shelter again.


    However, Chen Men immediately refused.


    epting money directly from Gu Xiao would be like epting charity, and she wouldn''t be able to fight for money for the 271 group anymore.


    From the beginning, Chen Men''s pursuit of Gu Xiao''s investment wasn''t for herself, but for the veterans.


    Instead of appearing herself, she specifically asked Yan Xishan, who was on a business trip to the capital, to buy a suit for Xue Mingfang. She had Xue Mingfang dressed smartly and stylishly,plete with regr sses, to represent 271 at the business meeting.


    The meeting was scheduled for Saturday afternoon.


    Yan Zhao was returning from overtime work when he saw a tall, handsome young man wearing sses walking with Chen Men. He stopped, eyeing them suspiciously.


    The young man approached Yan Zhao and snapped a crisp salute: "Colonel, sir!"


    "Little Xue?" Yan Zhao was stunned.


    Xue Mingfang, in his suit and tie, stood tall with his crew cut, looking as handsome as Andy Lau from the movies. However,cking confidence, he asked Yan Zhao, "Colonel Yan, how do I look?"


    "Very good," Yan Zhao said as he passed by and headed home.


    In the car, there was a mirror on the passenger side sun visor. Seeing Xue Mingfang trembling, Chen Men pulled down the mirror and said, "Look for yourself. You really look very handsome, but more important than looks is confidence. When we get there, don''t be timid. Answer their questions ording to the nning document. I can''t help you much; it''s all up to you."


    "Yes, Commander," Xue Mingfang replied.


    Starting the car, Chen Men gave a thumbs up: "You look especially handsome today!"


    Being a gentle, elderly-natured person who was usually quite steady, when sheplimented his appearance, Xue Mingfang believed it. Clothes make the man, as they say, and his confidence grew.


    The business meeting was held in the second-floor conference room of the Guoguang Grand Hotel.


    After signing in at the entrance and going upstairs, they found almost all seats were taken.


    The crowd of unsophisticated private entrepreneurs were all in suits and ties. They liked to use hair oil, wear cologne, and smoke and drink, making the conference room smell particrly unpleasant.


    Among the crowd, the most eye-catching and striking were veterans like Xiong Dapao and Xue Mingfang. It was no coincidence that many future business tycoons would be veterans - firstly, they had strong execution abilities and dared to act on their words; secondly, their military training gave them a bearing that made them stand out in any crowd.


    Yan Xishan had alsoe to join the excitement today. Seeing Chen Men, he pointed to an empty chair beside him, gesturing for her to sit there.


    However, there were also two empty seats next to Xiong Dapao, who was staring at Chen Men.


    He looked quiteical with acupuncture needles still stuck in his face.


    His sister Xiong Xiaohua, sitting beside him, was trembling. Seeing Chen Men arrive, she whispered, "Sister, my brother can''t speak, so I''ll have to do the talking. What should I do? I''m so scared."


    Just as Chen Men was about tofort Xiong Xiaohua, someone gently tapped her shoulder. She turned to find Yan Dongxue.


    "Sister-inw," Yan Dongxue called out.


    This clever girl seemed to work as a caretaker or guardian for Gu Xiao. Wang Gebi had helped her get the position, so she should have spoken up for him, but people are just like that - seeing which way the wind was blowing, she kept quiet and focused on her duties without saying anything extra. Now, she was actively approaching Chen Men.


    ncing at the door, she said, "Don''t mention that military factory. Professor Gu hates veterans the most."


    Xiong Dapao, his face still full of acupuncture needles, suddenly looked up and nced at Chen Men.


    Xiong Xiaohua also muttered quietly, "It''s over, there''s no hope."


    Not securing an investment wouldn''t be the end of the world, but this atmosphere was making the inexperienced Xiong Xiaohua tremble uncontrobly.


    Before Chen Men could say anything, Gu Xiao arrived, quietly taking his seat at the head of the table.


    Looking around the room, he said "sit," and the crowd of peasant entrepreneurs smiled awkwardly, bowing their heads as they sat down. Even in such a setting, someone deliberately bumped the needles in Xiong Dapao''s face, but fortunately, his face was numb and he couldn''t feel the pain.


    Gu Xiao flipped through some papers, picked up a nning document, and said, "Sanbao Paint Factory - this is a good factory. Currently, with the rise of home decoration, paint sales in Hua Country will be very promising. However, looking at the financial report, there are 200,000 in bad debts. How do you n to resolve this?"


    Sure enough, Xiong Dapao was first.


    Unable to speak, he gestured for Xiong Xiaohua to stand up.


    But Xiong Xiaohua had never spoken in public before; her legs were weak, and she couldn''t even stand.


    The investor was naturally not easy to please. Seeing no response, Gu Xiao was about to move on to the next document when Chen Men quickly stood up and said, "Hello, Professor Gu. When we acquired the Sanbao Paint Factory, Mr. Xiong personally assumed responsibility for the bad debts. They have no connection to the factory''s future profits, and please trust that we will definitely handle the bad debts properly."


    Gu Xiao looked up at Chen Men, stared for a moment, and amid the eager gazes of all the local businessmen, asked, "Is this your military factory?"


    "It''s clearly a paint factory, not a military factory," Chen Men pointed at Xiong Dapao. "The factory director of Sanbao has had a stroke, so I''m speaking on his behalf."


    Xiong Dapao timely pointed at the acupuncture needles covering his face.


    Gu Xiao pondered for a moment and flipped through the "nning Document" again, seemingly assessing the credibility of Chen Men''s words. However, in this situation, Chen Men had no reason to lie. After a pause, he said decisively, "I''ll give you one million yuan. Is that enough?"


    They could get a million just like that?


    Could it really be this easy?


    The needles on Xiong Dapao''s face trembled as he noticed Chen Men looking down at him, and he nodded vigorously several times.


    Chen Men then said, "Director Xiong says it''s more than enough. Thank you, Professor Gu."


    One million - while everyone was stunned, they also realized that others probably didn''t stand a chance anymore.


    The money had all been swept up by Xiong Dapao.


    Moreover, everyone was held captive by this frighteningly generous investor, and no one dared to make a sound.


    But clearly, Gu Xiao was wealthy and generous. He picked up another document: "Dongpai Clothing Factory, this factory''s nning is particrly good. In social development, clothing and footwear are among the first industries to develop..." Seeing Xue Mingfang stand up, Gu Xiao looked at him for a moment before saying, "But your strategy has issues. You should switch to selling women''s clothing and target young, youth-oriented fashion. The sales prospects would be better, and profits would be higher."


    After a pause, the old man regretfully said, "This strategic vision is problematic, I''m afraid it won''t work."


    Xue Mingfang looked down at Chen Men, wondering if she would stand up.


    Chen Men firmly shook her head, signaling him to speak for himself.


    In fact, just a few days ago, she had erased all traces of Factory 271 being a military factory from the nning Document and changed it to Dongpai Clothing Factory.


    At this moment, Gu Xiao was discussing investment with Xue Mingfang without knowing him or the factory''s background at all.


    If it weren''t for his words, Chen Men wouldn''t have been able to gauge the old man''s capabilities.


    He understood the market economy extremely well.


    Whether paint or clothing, these were indeed industries with both high profits and prospects, suitable for investment.


    She didn''t answer; she wanted Xue Mingfang to step up himself.


    Xue Mingfang then said, "The young women''s clothing market is certainlyrge, but currently, women''s status in our country isn''t as high as you might think. Women''s social status affects their consuming power. When theyck sufficient social standing and are at a disadvantage in work and life, how can they achieve economic freedom? Without economic freedom, where does consuming powere from? So for now, to ensure profits, we can only choose to focus on men''s clothing and women''s formal wear. Once women''s social status improves and they gain purchasing power, we''ll venture into youth-oriented women''s fashion."


    This response precisely addressed the current market environment.


    Women''s status had always been a pain point in Hua Country, or rather, the entire world.


    But who would consider this aspect when making business ns?


    Gu Xiao was taken aback, looking up to examine the young man in his suit who appeared so bold and resolute - someone capable of getting things done.


    "How about 800,000 yuan, is that enough?" Gu Xiao asked directly.


    Xue Mingfang swallowed hard, barely containing himself.


    Their expectation had been 700,000 yuan.


    How could it not be enough? This was excellent. In this new era''s economic battle, facing the capitalist, Xue Mingfang had fired the first shot asmanded, and the gunshot was so clear and melodious.


    He could even imagine how excited the old leaders in the capital would be when they heard this news.


    He had done it.


    He had managed to secure a full 800,000 yuan.


    Chen Men only noticed Zhou Xueqin after being nudged by Yan Xishan from behind.


    She had alsoe, carrying a small leather bag, sneaking forward furtively.


    Gu Xiao was still selecting another pharmaceutical enterprise, asking them about their factory conditions.


    Like lightning striking without warning, Zhou Xueqin suddenly rushed to the front.


    By the time the Publicity Department staff wanted to stop her, it was toote.


    Having rushed to the front and handed over her nning document, Zhou Xueqin smiled and said, "Professor Gu, although you don''t know me, you must have heard of me. I''m Zhou Xueqin, Yan Zhao''s ex-wife. I''ve suffered terribly because of Wang Gebi."


    Almost everyone froze in ce.


    Yes, a capitalist hade to invest.


    But thanks to Chen Men''s efforts, they weren''t just begging anymore.


    However, because of Zhou Xueqin, the tone suddenly dropped.


    "It''s over, it''s over. Old Gu might actually invest in her," Yan Xishan muttered from behind.


    Chen Men thought the same -ing forward so shamelessly and using Yan Zhao''s name to sell her misery, Zhou Xueqin should be able to get some investment.


    But Gu Xiao merely nced at it and said coldly, "Pagers are a sunset industry. I''m sorry, there''s nothing I can do."


    Zhou Xueqin stood there stunned.


    She hadn''t even heard the term "sunset industry" before.


    By this time, the Publicity Department staff had called security, and they escorted Zhou Xueqin out, partly coaxing and partly forcing.


    Even as she was leaving, Zhou Xueqin was still wondering what a sunset industry meant.


    Chen Men couldn''t stand the sweaty smell in the venue and quietly slipped out halfway through the meeting.


    She happened to run into Yan Wei and Yan Dongxue standing at the conference room door.


    "Professor Gu has already promised three million," Yan Wei held up three fingers and smiled, saying, "The Publicity Department director just found me and said they''re considering putting me in charge of the Investment Promotion Department."


    Having achieved great merit, Yan Wei''s status was rising - it seemed he was about to get promoted.


    Chen Men smiled but before she could speak, Yan Dongxue said with a smile, "Sister-inw, you''re so clever. Professor Gu has no idea that Dongpai Clothing is actually Factory 271. You''ll have to keep this secret tight in the future. If he finds out, he might withdraw his investment."


    Where there''s investment, there''s the possibility of withdrawal. At this point, it was just a verbal promise, and the investor could back out at any time.


    Hearing Yan Dongxue''s words, Yan Wei''s face immediately turned pale, and he said, "Men, should we keep this under wraps for now?"


    Just then, Gu Xiao left his assistant to continue discussions with several small factories, and also came out, unable to bear the smell in the venue.


    Yan Dongxue was still saying, "Sister-inw, we must keep it secret."


    "Keep what secret?" Gu Xiao interjected.


    However, Chen Men calmly waved toward the conference room.


    Young men like Xue Mingfang, trained in the military since youth, had excellent awareness - they knew who the leaders were, had eyes in the back of their heads, always ready for a leader''s summons.


    He came out immediately.


    Chen Men then pointed at Xue Mingfang and said, "Let me make an introduction. The Dongpai Clothing that Professor Gu just invested in was formerly Factory 271, and this is Comrade Xue Mingfang, who came from the Laoshan front line. He was an artilleryman in one of our Hua Country''s artillery regiments. He is currently our factory''s general manager, representing all the retired soldiers of Factory 271. He wants to thank Professor Gu for being willing to invest in Hua Country''s soldiers."


    Her words came without any buffer, causing not only Yan Wei''s face to turn pale.


    Yan Dongxue knew that Old Gu had poor lungs and couldn''t breathe impure air, and he needed to constantly use an inhaler. She worried the old man might choke on a heavy breath and be unable to recover.


    She reached out to support Gu Xiao, gently patting his back to help him clear his throat.


    Gu Xiao seemed to be seeing Xue Mingfang for the first time, looked at him for a while before saying, "I''ve seen you before."


    "Yes, we met in Yanguan Vige, in my superior''s courtyard," Xue Mingfang said as he shook hands.


    Gu Xiao''s expression became very unpleasant in an instant, and Yan Dongxue and Yan Wei were silently ming Chen Men.


    She had been too abrupt - if Gu Xiao backed out now, wouldn''t all their previous efforts be wasted?


    "A military factory?" Gu Xiao repeated.


    The old man was still staring at Xue Mingfang but hadn''t let go of his hand.


    "Yes," Xue Mingfang stood straight, head held high, and said loudly.


    This response again made Yan Wei and Yan Dongxue''s hearts jump.


    At this time, Xiong Dapao, seeing the investor outside, came out to express his gratitude.


    With his face full of steel needles, he also stood beside Chen Men.


    These were truly two handsome young men, both with fair skin, crew cuts, and good-looking faces - the kind of good looks with character. Chen Men introduced, "This Mr. Xiong is also a veteran who once fought with bays against enemies in the Spearhead Company at the Laoshan front line."


    Xiong Dapao couldn''t speak and still had needles in his face, but he walked step by step toward Gu Xiao.


    His face was so excited that the acupuncture needles were visibly pulsing.


    He saluted with a snap and extended his hand to shake hands with Gu Xiao.


    It would have been one thing if it was just Xue Mingfang alone.


    Xiong Dapao was also a veteran, and coincidentally, Zhang Baohe from Baohe Pharmaceutical Factory was also a veteran.


    When he came out, Chen Men introduced him to Gu Xiao as well.


    The three veterans stood in a row, fixing their unique, stern gaze on Gu Xiao in a ceremonial salute.


    Yan Dongxue was gently patting Gu Xiao''s back while Yan Wei hurriedly went inside to find the private doctor.


    After standing for a moment, Gu Xiao suddenly asked Xue Mingfang, "With this suit, will your girlfriend still break up with you?"


    With his military bearing and mindset, Xue Mingfang snapped to attention and saluted, saying, "A man''s ambition lies in great achievements. Compared to a girlfriend, following themander''s orders and helping the country win this economic battle is my most important task now."


    "Good, very good!" Gu Xiao muttered.


    Slowly, he stepped backward until he found a chair and sat down.


    And just like that, all the concerns that Yan Wei and Yan Dongxue had simply didn''t materialize.


    Gu Xiao remained as gentle and polite as ever. With a smile, he looked at Xue Mingfang from afar and said, "Very impressive, you''ll make a fine entrepreneur."


    Compared to love, career is truly the most important thing in a man''s life.


    In fact, when Gu Xiao had looked down on Hua Country''s soldiers, it was merely because of Yan Peiheng, or rather, some dark thoughts in his heart.


    Yet mysteriously, he was still drawn to Hua Country''s soldiers, his soul resonating with theirs.


    The meeting wasn''t over yet, and while his assistant was supposed to help him look at some small businesses for potential investment, Gu Xiao sat alone on the sofa outside, silent and still.


    His thin, pale hands were sped together, trembling slightly.


    Yan Wei, sensing hope in the situation, turned back with a smile and gave Chen Men a silent thumbs up.


    Chen Men smiled back.


    Though Gu Xiao probably still looked down on veterans in his heart, he had to admit that given the right opportunity and circumstances, these men who had been tempered in the military - with their decisiveness, determination, and superior ability to act - were always among the best in any industry.


    And among over a hundred private entrepreneurs, whether judging by the entrepreneurs themselves or their enterprises, his instincts had led him to select veterans.


    Despite his firm deration about not wanting to invest in military factories.


    But for someone who would rather watch his beloved woman stand at the edge of a fire pit than jump off a car to save her, choosing instead to head south to make money - would he really let money slip through his fingers?


    He was a shrewd and cunning master of wealth umtion.


    His keen sense for wealth and greed for money were hidden beneath his refined exterior.


    Investment meant returns, and this was an era when private enterprises across Hua Country were desperately seeking investments without regard for the factory''s actual value. Share ratios were calcted at 49%, meaning that for every hundred yuan of profit the factory made, 49 yuan of profit would belong to Gu Xiao.


    This old man had a unique eye for business and knew exactly who could make money for him.


    All told, Gu Xiao invested 3.2 million in Xiping City, setting a national record for foreign investment in 1990.


    However, he said that given his advanced age, this would be hisst trip to Hua Country, and he wouldn''t return afterward, so this was his final investment in Hua Country. He hoped the Publicity Department would keep an eye on things to ensure the money was used appropriately.


    This terrified the head of the Publicity Department, who nearly had a stroke on the spot.


    They immediately arranged for a Crown car to transport Gu Xiao, and when they heard he was paying for his own hotel stay, they insisted it be covered by public funds. Extra staff were assigned to be at his beck and call.


    As for Yan Wei, he was promoted to a section-level cadre on the spot and immediately took office.


    Of course, once everything was settled, Chen Men didn''t attend the thank-you banquet organized by the Publicity Department, but went home early instead.


    This was because Yan Xishan hade to warn her that those nouveau riche were nning to get her drunk.


    Tonight, they wanted to intoxicate her, the only female nouveau riche in Xiping City.


    Hah, they wished.


    Because "Return to the City" was premiering on the first, and tonight there would be an exceptional two-minute preview. Yan Zhao had mentioned earlier that he would make potato hand-pulled noodles and griddle some tbread tonight - wouldn''t the sour and smooth potato noodles paired with crispy tbread be better than alcohol?


    However, just as she was about to leave the hotel, Yan Dongxue called out to Chen Men from behind, inviting her upstairs.


    It turned out that Gu Xiao hadn''t attended the banquet either and was already resting in his room upstairs.


    In the elevator, Yan Dongxue kept smiling: "Well done, sister-inw, I never realized you had such capability."


    Back when Yan Dongxue was still in Yanguan Vige, Chen Men was Yan Xishan''s wife, constantly berated and despised by him. Now she had truly transformed, bing Xiping City''s premier female entrepreneur.


    Chen Men didn''t engage with thisment; she never liked to say much to people she didn''t care for.


    The hotel had a television, an impressive 18-inch color TV.


    Though "Return to the City" hadn''t aired yet, it was ying on the TV just as Chen Men entered the room.


    The wealthy Gu Xiao must have bought the videotape directly from Zhou Yu.Aliali: 67409081c4f3f33ac40a029f


    The old man got straight to the point, saying, "Miss Chen, your clothing factory needs 200 workers and 800,000 in investment, but to enter the market, you''ll need about 300,000 more for store entrance fees, direct sales booth rentals, and twelve months of market development reserve funds. So you need another 500,000 to make your factory profitable, and I''m willing to invest another 500,000 for just 2% more shares. What do you think?"


    500,000 for 2% would give Gu Xiao 51% ownership - what a cunning old fox. If Chen Men epted, he would be the majority shareholder of the military factory. In that case, her n to trap the wolf would backfire, with the wolf devouring everything, and she would be a traitor to Hua Country''s military.


    She marveled internally at Gu Xiao''s craftiness and cunning, as well as his greed for capital and frenzied pursuit of profit. She had to admit that in both her lifetimes, he was the shrewdest businessman she had ever met. If it weren''t for his true love for Su Wen, and if she hadn''t been reborn with a lifetime of experience, she would never have been able to outmaneuver this old fox.


    Shaking her head firmly, she said, "We don''t need your 500,000, and please believe me, we can handle everything from production to marketunch within three months."


    Gu Xiao looked astonished and instinctively paused the video: "Impossible."


    "You should believe in the power of Hua Country''s veterans," Chen Men said with a smile. "It''s entirely possible."


    The path had already been paved by Chen Men for the 271.


    She only needed that much money.


    And she would never sell the factory to a capitalist.


    The frozen image on the TV screen showed a round face - a little girl smiling silently on the screen.

 Chapter 109

    "Sister-inw, you shouldn''t say that. You don''t know the wealth Professor Gu currently possesses. Actually, he could invest far more than you can imagine, but unfortunately, he''s already signed a will that most of his money will be donated to Singapore''s opposition party," Yan Dongxue said with a smile while making tea.


    She winked, signaling Chen Men to be more amodating.


    Since the old man had no children, he had signed a donation agreement with Singapore''s opposition party.


    Once he dies, all his assets would be taken over by the opposition party.


    While he still had money in hand, they should try to get as much as possible.


    Yan Dongxue thought Chen Men was being obtuse.


    Gu Xiao then said, "If you won''t ept the investment funds, that''s fine. I''ll give you another 300,000. ''Return to the City'' is a good TV series, but it''s too sentimental and doesn''t truly and objectively express that era. However, the director told me he has a more realistic version that can''t be broadcast on Hua Country''s television stations, but he can edit it for me to broadcast in Southeast Asia. What do you think?"


    When one approach failed, there was always another. Since the old man couldn''t get controlling shares of 271, he wanted to edit a darker, more realistic version of "Return to the City" to broadcast in Singapore.


    But because of Chen Men''s investment, the director needed her permission to sell the drama overseas.


    Seeing Chen Men still hesitating, Gu Xiao added, "In fact, after the new editing, your daughter''s screen time will be longer. She will be the absolute protagonist."


    "No," Chen Men firmly refused. "This TV series can only be broadcast domestically. I don''t agree to sell it to anyone else."


    Gu Xiao continued persuading, "Singapore is currently one of Asia''s Four Tigers, with 70% Chinese residents. They particrly enjoy watching TV dramas from Hua Country. You want your daughter to be a star from a young age, right? This would be good for her."


    But Chen Men replied, "During that era, I was still a child. I don''t know exactly what happened, and regarding everything that urred during that time, I only wish to understand it through the history given to us by our country. Although I''m just an insignificant ordinary person, I''m still a citizen of Hua Country. Our family matters don''t need others''mentary, and why should foreigners meddle in our country''s history?"


    She directly categorized Gu Xiao as a foreigner.


    Sure enough, Gu Xiao became angry, started coughing, and pointed at the screen saying, "I''m also from Hua Country. I lived through that era. I''m the most qualified person to evaluate and speak about that time."


    "No, you''re not. You''re Singaporean. Didn''t Dongxue just say that all your assets will go to Singapore''s opposition party after you pass away?" Chen Men countered.


    Family shame shouldn''t be aired abroad. On a broader scale, as a citizen of Hua Country, she couldn''t sell things that disyed national wounds to foreign countries. This was a moral bottom line that Chen Men had to maintain.


    After a long silence, Gu Xiao suppressed his anger and held up three fingers: "Three months. By then, please send Dongpai Fashion''s financial report to Singapore by telegram. I retain the right to withdraw investment, and if you fail to achieve productunch and payment collection, I will withdraw and initiate legal proceedings to recover my investment."


    Now, he was half-owner of 271.


    He still didn''t believe Chen Men couldunch the products within three months.


    If Chen Men failed, with money spent and products stockpiled, 271 would not only go bankrupt, but Chen Men would also be buried in debt.


    True to his nature as someone who could watch his loved one walk into a fire pit without intervening, he didn''t believe Chen Men could seed. Based on his years of product experience, he knew that productunch typically required 12 months, and payment collection needed another year.


    Having been outmaneuvered by Chen Men, this was his most ruthless counterattack and blow against her.


    But Chen Men smiled and said, "I can absolutely do it. Please wait for the good news."


    Neither servile nor arrogant, she left Gu Xiao speechless.


    Gu Xiao returned to Singapore the next day, and the promised 3.2 million investment quickly arrived.


    As soon as 271''s 800,000 was in ce, Chen Men immediately sent Xue Mingfang to Hong Kong on business to hire designers, create clothing and bag patterns, and purchase raw materials, while she herself focused on promotional materials and invited Xiong Dapao to help contact regional distributors.


    Simultaneously, 271''s walls were stered with slogans about a hundred-day assault and the battle against capital.


    All veterans had a phrase on their discharge certificates: "If wares, we''ll return when called, and return victorious."


    And now, driven by that motto, they came from all directions, orderly taking up their work positions, without disputes, emotional outbursts, or scheming. The veterans barely spoke unnecessary words, only executing, producing, and working under the guidance of designers from Hong Kong.


    These grown men epted their assignments - those in sales learned sales, those in production learned production. If they didn''t know something, they learned patiently, and if they still couldn''t grasp it, they stayed upte into the night studying.


    The designers from Hong Kong initially doubted that these men could make clothing and bags, but after working with them for a few days, they were thoroughly impressed. When they met Chen Men, they could only give thumbs up, speechless with admiration.


    Indeed, by January, all products were manufactured and, after inspection, ready for market.


    They immediately held the long-prepared distributors'' conference.


    At the conference, Xiong Dapao, his facial paralysis finally cured, moved throughout the venue, drinking three jin of baijiu, shouting enthusiastically. The first batch of orders from clothing distributors and department store managers from 25 provinces across the country totaled 400,000 worth of goods.


    With this, Dongpai Fashion made its explosive debut.


    Overnight, they entered major private and state-owned department stores nationwide.


    This was unprecedented in Hua Country''s history, and in the future, various marketing and branding books would repeatedly cite it as a case study.


    Chen Men immediately faxed the financial report to Gu Xiao.


    In Singapore, there was indeed a bamboo chair identical to the one in Yanguan Vige, though certainly of better quality. Unlike Shaanxi Province with its flying sand and frozen earth covered in crows, this ce was lush and spring-like.


    The TV still yed the "Return to the City" videotape, while Gu Xiao now held 271''s faxed financial report.


    He hadn''t obtained the rights to "Return to the City" but had brought back a set of videotapes.


    They say people be especially nostalgic as they age.


    Gu Xiao rarely watched local TV dramas before, but since returning, he had been watching "Return to the City" constantly.


    Yan Dongxue noticed his hands trembling and asked softly, "Professor Gu, what''s wrong?"


    "Nothing," Gu Xiao shook his head and sighed deeply.


    Originally, Gu Xiao had only wanted to fulfill a dying wish and never return to Hua Country.


    However, firstly, Chen Men''s business approach defiedmercial conventions by collecting 400,000 in payments within three months, which aroused Gu Xiao''s curiosity. He particrly wanted to know how she achieved this.


    For businesspeople, it was like martial arts - hearing about others'' effective methods made one eager to understand them. Even though he owned 49% of all her current profits, he still wanted to know her methods.


    Secondly, Gu Xiao''s memories of Shaanxi Province and Xiping City had previously been only bitter and dark.


    But now, with this TV series, he remembered more happy times. He recalled when Yan Third Uncle released him, still chasing after Su Wen saying, "Su Wen, don''t be foolish, following this bookworm. We''re proper people, we can''t shame our children, okay?"


    Though angry, he had turned away, pretending not to see, and let him go.


    He also remembered Yan Xishan, who like him was often struggled against, but that child was always particrly optimistic. Once, when an outside Red Guard tied him up and beat him with a belt, they forgot to take the belt when leaving.


    Yan Xishan waved the belt around, shouting throughout the vige that he had struck it rich.


    After boiling that belt, Yan Xishan even shared a piece with him to taste. It was cowhide, tasteless as wax, with a lingering metallic taste of human blood, but Yan Xishan ate it with great relish because it was the first time in his life he had eaten meat.


    This time when he met Yan Xishan, who was dressed in a smart Western suit, looking handsome and refined, he had reportedly be one of the most sessful private entrepreneurs in Xiping City. Due to poor health andck of energy, Gu Xiao didn''t get to chat with him much.


    Once, he thought escaping from Hua Country meant leaving behind a sea of suffering for sunshine, but now, for some reason, though the sunshine was good, he couldn''t feel its warmth. Though the food was delicious, it never matched the taste of his youth in his memories.


    He actually felt as if he had been banished and exiled.


    Chen Men''s masterful handling of the IPO showed him, with crystal rity, the enormous and vibrant business opportunitiestent in Hua Country. It also made him realize that in Hua Country, as long as someone was capable enough, they could even defy the basic rules of the capital market when it came to making money.


    This dealt him a painful and merciless blow.


    A military factory from Hua Country, with his money, had not only survived but was now impacting Hua Country''s clothing industry at an unprecedented speed?


    Currently, the military''s external management in Hua Country wasn''t actually that strict, and Gu Xiao could hear news from the military. It was said that the military leaders were full of praise for Chen Men because of this sessful restructuring.


    The leaders'' family members were also rushing to go into business, wanting to taste the sweetness of restructuring and make big money.


    But the Second Commander, Yan Peiheng, wasn''t happy about this.


    He was somewhat sensible and knew it wasn''t good to have half of the military factory in the hands of capitalists.


    So he was still insisting on preventing military leaders'' family members from getting involved with military factories.


    Meanwhile, he wanted to refine the contracting rules for military factories, including one point that even with outsourcing, foreign capital would absolutely not be allowed to hold controlling shares in military factories.


    Yan Peiheng was the person Gu Xiao despised and hated most in his life.


    Naturally, Gu Xiao wasn''t happy about being outmaneuvered by Chen Men.


    And he nned to make Yan Peiheng even more unhappy!


    This would help him, an exiled and banished person, make more money in Hua Country.


    ...


    In the blink of an eye, it was March 1991.


    Another new school year had begun. Little Wang was now a fifth-grader, Yuanyuan was in fourth grade, and Little Lang had sessfully passed the interview for Dongfang School and was now a first-grader.


    The three brothers went to and from school together, and with Little Wang apanying them, Chen Men didn''t have to worry about picking them up and dropping them off.


    Today she needed to go to Xiping Music Academy to collect Yuanyuan''s piano grade certificate.


    After that, she had to go to work at Factory 271.


    As the general manager, with Xue Mingfang as her capable assistant and Qi Songlu handling finances, Chen Men didn''t need to worry too much about these two aspects.


    However, there was a major problem with clothing production. She needed someone like Xiong Dapao or Yan Xishan who was both socially adept at entertaining and detail-oriented, with high emotional intelligence, to travel around the country maintaining rtionships and distribution channels.


    Otherwise, over time, theplex market would inevitably shrink.


    But Chen Men wasn''t good at this, and she had always hated business trips, drinking parties, and social obligations.


    So she needed to find such a person recently.


    Overall though, Factory 271 was much easier to manage than the Xingda Construction Team. In another three to five years, they would be able to get profit sharing, and if managed well, in ten years, when thepany goes public, Chen Men would have a stable annual ie of at least several hundred thousand from Factory 271.


    Today was payday, and they still had the equal pay system, with Chen Men as general manager getting 500 yuan, while everyone else got 300 yuan per month.


    But 300 yuan was enough to make the demobilized soldiers happy, because if it weren''t for Factory 271, they would have to be migrant workers earning at most 180 yuan a month.


    As soon as Chen Men entered the factory, she felt the workers were particrly enthusiastic.


    "Good morning, Commander," several young men called out as she got out of her car.


    Chen Men wasn''t used to salutes, so she just raised her hand slightly to gesture them to go about their business. Just as she was about to enter the office building, she suddenly noticed a brand new champagne-colored Crown parked in front of it.


    Just as Chen Men approached, suddenly there was a burst of firecrackers, startling her so much that she turned to run.


    Someone immediately reached out to cover her ears.


    "Commander, isn''t the car beautiful? Do you like it?" It was Wang Meng, hisrge hands covering Chen Men''s ears, grinning like a happy husky.


    Chen Men was stunned and instantly became angry. She was the general manager, and she hadn''t approved any money for this. Could it be that Xue Mingfang had taken the initiative to usepany funds to buy a Crown?


    The factory only had 600,000 yuan in working capital, with monthly sries to pay, pluster promotion, inventory, new products each season, and various investments needed - how dare he buy a car?


    This bold fellow had just made a little money and seemed to be getting ahead of himself.


    "Xue Mingfang,e out here!" Chen Men shouted.


    Xue Mingfang hurriedly came out from the hallway, still in his old-style green military uniform, grinning from ear to ear: "Commander, are you excited? Happy? Surprised?"


    "Only surprised, not happy, and definitely not excited. Return it immediately," Chen Men said.


    "But this is a reward from Professor Gu in his capacity as a board member, and Manager Cui agreed to it. How can I return it?" Xue Mingfang hadn''t expected Chen Men to get angry and looked puzzled.


    This was actually a car rewarded to Chen Men by Gu Xiao as a board member?


    Just because she had handled the IPO so well, the old man had rewarded her with a car?


    But Chen Men felt that Gu Xiao was like a weasel paying a New Year''s call to a chicken - he must have ulterior motives.


    Cui Min was also there today, wanting to give Chen Men a surprise, and had juste out from the hallway. Seeing Chen Men angry, she also exined: "Professor Gu contacted me and said not to tell you in advance, wanting to give you a surprise. Don''t be angry, we were wrong to startle you. Please ept it, and look inside the car, there''s an even bigger surprise!"


    There was something else in the car?


    Chen Men opened the car door and saw a white second-generation "Big Brother" mobile phone on the passenger seat.


    It came with a charging dock, with the packaging arranged around it, and roses surrounding the packaging.


    It was quite sentimental indeed.


    It was definitely a good thing, and also the ultimate dream of nouveau riche during this era.


    "Professor Gu said he invested in sevenpanies, and you did the best, this is your reward. If our sales can exceed 3 million this year, he has other rewards," Cui Min said, picking up the mobile phone and trying to put it near Chen Men''s face.


    Chen Men hurriedly dodged, afraid it would cause facial paralysis if it touched her.


    However, suddenly having a brand new car and a mobile phone meant that Chen Men''s more than a year of hard work hadn''t been in vain.


    After collecting her sry, amid the salutes and seeing off from the workers, Chen Men drove her champagne-colored Crown home.


    Yanguan Vige was still the same as before, with the same old neighbors, acquaintances, and familiar appearance.


    Only Qin Yu had moved away after Ningning''s sudden rise to fame with "Return to the City"st year, buying an apartment in the city.


    She had also opened a music school in the city, which was now flourishing, while her yard here stood empty.


    It was March, and therge peony tree in front of Chen Men''s house had bloomed sixty flowers all at once this year.


    Just seeing such arge peony tree from afar could lift one''s spirits.


    As soon as Chen Men parked, Little Wang suddenly popped out from behind the peony tree: "Wow, Mom, did you steal this car from somewhere?"


    "Must have robbed it, right?" Little Lang also popped out.


    Yuanyuan followed closely behind, angry at these two unreliable brothers: "Why couldn''t Mom have bought it?"


    "This car is very expensive, it costs 300,000 yuan, Mom can''t afford it," Little Wang, being a boy who naturally loved and knew about cars, exined.


    Chen Men smiled and exined to them where the car came from, then took out the mobile phone from the car to show the children this novelty.


    It was said that Xiong Dapao''s son had gotten facial paralysis for a while from using such a mobile phone.


    Xiong Dapao himself had been paralyzed for three whole months from using this thing.


    She wouldn''t let the children make calls, just let them touch it and see this novel item.


    However, when the three children saw the mobile phone, they immediately became alert, with Little Lang waving his hand in refusal.


    Little Wang also asked: "Mom, is it Grandpa calling on this, wanting us to answer?"


    Yuanyuan immediately stamped her foot and ran away: "Won''t answer Grandpa''s calls, Grandpa is too fierce."


    Chen Men understood that the children were avoiding Yan Peiheng''s phone calls.


    Yan Peiheng had been in the capital, too busy with work to return home, but he always liked to call the children.


    However, the children didn''t enjoy receiving his calls.


    As Factory 271 was a military factory, its first transformation attempt had shocked the entire Hua Country. All the military leaders were overjoyed, but Yan Peiheng remained worried, fearing the military factory would fall into capitalists'' hands. When he asionally called Yan Zhao, his tone would turn harsh since the factory had been taken from Chen Men''s control, and the old man was unhappy about it.


    Of course, 49% of Factory 271''s shares eventually ended up in capitalist hands.


    That capitalist had brought trouble to his entire family, leaving them without peace for half their lives. Yan Peiheng couldn''t possibly be happy about it.


    But since it concerned the re-employment of veterans, he had topromise on this matter.


    So he could only vent his anger at his son.


    The children, not understanding adult concerns, naturally didn''t want to answer their grandfather''s angry phone calls.


    Chen Men guessed Yan Zhao was on the phone with Yan Peiheng, so she gave the mobile phone to Little Wang to y with the younger children. She took the car keys and locked the car before entering the courtyard.


    Inside, she met Yan Zhao.


    Chen Men was eager to show her husband the new car and mobile phone, but Yan Zhao showed no interest: "From Gu Xiao?"


    "How did you know?" Chen Men asked.


    Yan Zhao pointed his thumb toward the bedroom and said, "Father called to tell me."


    Currently, the Army General District still had more than a dozen factories waiting to be contracted, financed, and reopened.


    With Chen Men setting the precedent, many leaders'' family members were eager to grab factories and opportunities.


    Yan Peiheng worried that someone might take a military factory and sell it directly to foreign capitalists.


    Just then, Gu Xiao wanted to gift Chen Men a mobile phone and a Crown sedan, deliberately letting Yan Peiheng know about it indirectly.


    Wasn''t this a tant celebration of his sess and the military''s failure?


    This was both a heartless and painful blow to the old man.


    And Chen Men had be like the fisherman benefiting from the quarrel between the snipe and the m, gaining advantages from the two men''s anger.


    Though the gifts were for Chen Men, she needed to ask Yan Zhao''s opinion about whether she should ept them.


    Yan Zhao went outside and examined the champagne-colored Toyota Crown. It was currently the best and most high-end car on the market, with leather seats and full interior trim. Unlike the formal, rigid ck version, the champagne color carried a gentle quality perfect for women drivers.


    The mobile phone was white, handy, and elegant, also suitable for a woman to carry.


    He pressed his lips together and said, "Keep them, it''s not a big deal."


    If Chen Men hadn''t managed tounch Dongpai Clothing into the market within three months and secure returns, fulfilling her bet with Gu Xiao.


    Factory 271 would now be carrying an 800,000 debt, not bankruptcy but heavily in debt, an amount Chen Men might never be able to repay in her lifetime.


    Yan Peiheng''s feelings toward Chen Men, once his most proud daughter-inw, had be particrlyplex. Today when he called to berate Yan Zhao, his tone implied that his daughter-inw was now treating the enemy like family, no longer considering him as her father but treating Gu Xiao as her real father.


    He even mockingly asked his son in Shaanxi dialect: "Third son, can you still keep your wife in check?"


    Yan Zhao hung up the phone with a bang.


    Having spent his entire life in the military without experiencing the market environment, Yan Peiheng didn''t understand how hard things were for Chen Men, how risky her moves were, nor did he realize that Gu Xiao was deliberately provoking him.


    At this rate, he would eventually have a heart attack from Gu Xiao''s provocations.


    Yan Peiheng''s refusal to learn, think, his prejudice, blindness, and arrogance made Yan Zhao particrly angry, so angry that he didn''t want tomunicate with him anymore.


    He was currently the only military leader willing to persist in preventing capitalist control of military factories.Aliali: 67413bd3c4f3f33ac4135f05


    After his death, capitalists like Gu Xiao would swarm in like vultures, feeding on therge military factories built with the sweat of their ancestors since the founding of Hua Country.


    ...


    "Another Crown car?" Little Wang eximed at the door.


    Little Lang shouted, "Mom, another Crown car has arrived."


    It was a ck Crown, polished to a shine, and from it emerged a man in a suit carrying a brick-sized mobile phone - this was none other than Shaanxi Province''s current richest man, Xiong Dapao.


    However, Xiong Dapao himself was stunned.


    For the past year and more, he had been the most prominent figure in Shaanxi Province with his mobile phone and Crown car.


    Now, not only did Chen Men have a Crown, but upon closer inspection, Xiong Dapao realized it was this year''stest model, with a 2.3L engine, one grade more advanced than his.


    Looking at the mobile phone Little Wang was ying with, it was also this year''stest model, with much lower radiation than his, and almost half the size of his, with an elegant white body.


    Suddenly, Xiong Dapao''s mobile phone didn''t seem so special anymore!

 Chapter 110

    As soon as Xiong Dapao arrived, Chen Men made an excuse to leave.


    Regarding her failed blind date with Xiong Dapao, Chen Men had already exined it to him so he would help with 271''s business recruitment.


    She hadter helped Xiong Dapao secure investment from the paint factory.


    Though Xiong Dapao never said anything about it, he went all out to help Chen Men secure East Fashion''s business. At the business recruitment conference, he couldn''t stop toasting everyone, drinking three jin of baijiu before Chen Men forcibly took him to the hospital to get his stomach pumped.


    ording to the doctor, if they had arrived anyter, the alcohol would have perforated his stomach.


    In his hospital bed, emboldened by the alcohol, Xiong Dapao pointed at Chen Men''s nose and asked if he wasn''t loyal enough, if he wasn''t man enough, if he wasn''t excellent enough.


    If Yan Zhao hadn''t been there at the time, Xiong Dapao probably would have said even more in his drunken state.


    He wasn''t just a real man - for 271, he was practically their savior.


    The next day, Chen Men sent a group of veterans to escort Xiong Dapao to 271, where, led by Xue Mingfang, everyone saluted him, presented flowers, and sang songs - giving him an embarrassingly enthusiastic but touching thank you celebration.


    Then, everyone agreed that for each quarter''s new productunch, Xiong Dapao would help 271 with sales first.


    Because of this, Chen Men felt deeply grateful to Xiong Dapao in her heart, knowing that without him, 271 wouldn''t be where it is today.


    Of course, they were all adults, and recently, Xiong Dapao had tactfully mentioned that he had met someone he could marry and was preparing for remarriage.


    The young man was excellent and handsome; he couldn''t possibly have any intentions toward Chen Men, a mother of three. But it was still proper to maintain appropriate boundaries. Whenever it wasn''t about work, Chen Men deliberately avoided meeting Xiong Dapao.


    So before Xiong Dapao got out of the car, Chen Men had already wandered over to Teacher Huang''s house.


    Since Chen Men had started focusing on 271st year, the Xingda Construction Team had only been taking on small, scattered jobs and hadn''t gotten any major projects. A small construction team could more than adequately support Chen Degong''s family and Yan Bin, but they could barely afford an intellectual like Teacher Huang.


    Today, Chen Men nned to discuss his future work arrangements with Teacher Huang.


    Teacher Huang had been worried about his futuretely. The Xingda Construction Team paid him 500 yuan monthly, but with no major projects, he felt uneasy about taking the sry. Since his unpaid leave period was alsoing to an end, Teacher Huang was considering returning to teaching at school, where faculty sries had increased and the basic monthly sry of 180 yuan would be enough to get by.


    However, as soon as Teacher Huang brought this up, Chen Men rejected the idea.


    She said, "Teacher Huang, you can''t go back to school. From now on, you need to work at 271 to develop a ''Performance Evaluation System,'' a ''Contract Responsibility System,'' and a ''Corporate Management System.'' These projects will keep you busy for at least a year, and you''ll need to travel to Hong Kong for at least two months."


    Teacher Huang was taken aback: "Performance evaluation, contract responsibility, and corporate management systems are typically needed bypanies with thousands of employees. Your 271 only has two hundred people - I''m afraid these might be unnecessary?"


    Moreover, to develop such systems, Teacher Huang would need to travel, study, and buy various reference materials. The total cost would be at least ten thousand yuan.


    That was a significant amount of money.


    But before Teacher Huang could fully express his concerns, Chen Men interrupted him: "I really need these systems. Besides your sry from 271, I''ll personally give you an extra ten thousand yuan. I want you to focus entirely on developing these systematic solutions for me."


    Third Sister-inw Huang was watching Little Mancang y in the courtyard and couldn''t understand the professional terms Chen Men and Teacher Huang were discussing. She smiled and asked, "Men, will these things Teacher Huang is doing make money for you?"


    Chen Men answered definitively: "Yes."


    Third Sister-inw Huang then said, "Since you''re paying him such a high sry, don''t hesitate to work him hard."


    Regr teachers only earned 200 yuan monthly, while Teacher Huang had a stable ie of 500 yuan, and now Chen Men was personally offering an additional ten thousand yuan.


    Third Sister-inw Huang had never seen such a good deal and thought he should work as hard as possible; otherwise, Huang Zhengde wouldn''t deserve such high wages from Chen Men.


    While the adults were chatting, Yuanyuan came in holding a mobile phone and pressed it against her little brother''s ear: "Brother, listen, isn''t it fun?"


    She had called Ningning, who was speaking on the other end.


    Little Lang followed closely behind, also wanting to listen. Chen Men caught him and pointed at his nose, asking, "Did you see Uncle Dapao earlier?"


    "Yes, he went to talk with Dad!" Little Lang said.


    Chen Men pinched his chubby cheeks and said, "Uncle Dapao got facial paralysis for six whole months because of this thing, needing dozens of acupuncture needles in his face every day to recover. When you y with it, make sure to keep it far from your face, understand?"


    Little Lang took the phone and held it a foot away, asking Chen Men, "Mama, is this okay?"


    "Yes. Also, this thing is very expensive - it cost Mama a lot of money. You can y with it, but you must be careful. If it breaks, Mama''s money will be gone," Chen Men added.


    Little Wang came running in, hearing Ningning still saying "hello" on the phone, and wanted to grab it too.


    But to Little Lang, this was Mama''s money, so he wouldn''t even let Yuanyuan have it anymore.


    He held onto the mobile phone for Chen Men, refusing to let go.


    Third Sister-inw Huang remembered something else: "By the way, Men, our Yuanyuan is quite a little celebrity now. Haven''t you helped her get any new movie or TV roles?"


    Since Septemberst year, "Return to the City" had been broadcast on Central TV, achieving unprecedented influence - almost everyone in the country had watched it, and several of its songs had be hits throughout the streets.


    Yuanyuan and Ningning had be overnight stars, household names, and naturally, there were many film offers. Productionpanies from Beijing, Shanghai, and even Hong Kong had been calling through Zhou Yu, wanting Yuanyuan to act in their films and TV shows.


    However, because these locations were too far from home, Chen Men worried about disrupting Yuanyuan''s education and had turned them all down.


    Recently, there were two films from Xi''an Film Studio - "Hoping My Son Bes a Dragon" and "Father and Son Open a Karaoke Bar" - that wanted to cast Yuanyuan, and Chen Men was quite interested. She had been waiting for calls from these production teams.


    Her attitude toward Yuanyuan''s acting was to take things as they came, without forcing anything.


    But if good opportunities arose, like "Father and Son Open a Karaoke Bar" - the kind that could be famous across the country - and if Yuanyuan was willing, Chen Men nned to let her do it.


    "If something suitablees along, we''ll take it. There''s no rush; we can wait for good opportunities," Chen Men said, thinking about this.


    Third Sister-inw Huang gestured toward Qin Yu''s house and said in a low voice, "I heard Ningning has already taken several roles. Our Yuanyuan acts better than Ningning and is more likable on TV. Since she can be famous, why not let the child pursue it?"


    Since "Return to the City" had aired, people inevitablypared Ningning and Yuanyuan within their smallmunity.


    Because Yuanyuan''s character was more likable, neighbors often said Yuanyuan acted better than Ningning.


    Firstly, Qin Yu had be wealthy from running a music school, and secondly, constantly hearing neighbors praise Yuanyuan''s acting made her angry, so she bought a house in the city and simply moved away.


    Chen Men found suchparisons particrly pointless and disliked people discussing the two children this way during conversations. She said to Third Sister-inw Huang, "Sister-inw, it''s just a TV show, we shouldn''t make theseparisons. Haven''t you noticed? It''s exactly because of people making suchments in private that Qin Yu got angry enough to move away."


    "That''s because she''s thin-skinned. When you put your child on TV, you should expect people to talk about it. She should have been prepared for this when she first sent Ningning to be an actress," Third Sister-inw Huang said.


    Chen Men replied, "If strangers say such things, you might not hear it and can ignore it, but when people you know talk like this, I''d be upset too if I were her."


    Realizing Chen Men was unhappy, Third Sister-inw Huang quickly said, "Alright, alright, I won''t mention it again, okay?"


    In fact, once someone appears on TV and bes a public figure, they should be mentally prepared to ept criticism andments from everyone. However, just as Qin Yu couldn''t calmly listen to neighborsparing her children, Chen Men couldn''t either.


    For this very reason, there were many roles offered to Yuanyuan, but whenever she read the scripts and felt they weren''t suitable, she rejected them all.


    After chatting with Third Sister-inw Huang for a while longer, Chen Men checked her watch and saw that an hour had passed. She figured Xiong Dapao must have left by now, so she bid farewell to Third Sister-inw Huang and left her house.


    However, as soon as she came out, she saw Yuanyuan standing alone in front of her champagne-colored car.


    Xiong Dapao''s ck car was parked next to hers, indicating he hadn''t left yet.


    Just as Chen Men was about to return to Third Sister-inw Huang''s house, she suddenly heard a woman''s voice: "Yan Shengnan, do you really like this car?"


    Yuanyuan, leaning against the car''s hood, replied sweetly, "Yes, it''s the most beautiful, most gorgeous car in the world, and it''s my mommy''s car."


    Following the voice, Chen Men walked over and saw a woman crouching under theirrge peony tree, resting her chin on her hand while looking up at Yuanyuan with a smile.


    The woman had narrow eyes, and when she smiled, her face appeared both gentle and alluring.


    She wore a navy-blue suit covered by a cream-colored wool coat.


    At first nce, Chen Men couldn''t help but admire how few women could dress with such good taste - neither shy nor trendy, yet elegant.


    Chen Men felt the woman looked familiar, but couldn''t immediately ce where she had seen her before.


    As Chen Men approached, the woman continued, "Your mother''s car is indeed beautiful, but it''s not the most beautiful or best-looking in the world. Have you heard of BMW, Mercedes, and Ferrari? Those cars are more beautiful and morefortable than this one."


    "Impossible," Yuanyuan said, "This is the most beautiful car in the world."


    "I''ve just returned from abroad, and I can assure you this isn''t the most beautiful car in the world," the woman said, then added, "But for a little girl, it''s already impressive that you helped your mother earn such a beautiful car. You earned the money to help your mother buy this car, right?"


    Having just heard Chen Men''s exnation about the car being a reward from Factory 271, Yuanyuan immediately corrected the woman: "I didn''t earn this car. My mother got it as a reward because she did her job well, and her workce leaders gave it to her."


    The woman''s mouth formed an O in surprise: "Really? You starred in a TV series that became famous across the country, and you haven''t earned enough for a car? Could you tell auntie how much you earned from filming ''Return to the City''?"


    Yuanyuan knew this answer and proudly held up five fingers, saying, "Five hundred yuan."


    The woman stood up, sighed, and said with regret, "You only earned five hundred yuan for such a big TV series?" After a pause, she added, "If this were in Hong Kong, Macau, or Taiwan, you would have earned at least enough for a car."


    Given the huge ie gap between maind China and these regions at the time, and since Yuanyuan was just a child with no concept of money, she simply smiled.


    "You don''t believe me?" the woman asked.


    Yuanyuan turned around, saw Chen Men, and immediately ran into her arms, hugging her.


    The woman also noticed Chen Men and walked over, pulling out a business card with one hand while extending the other: "You must be Manager Chen from Factory 271. Pleased to meet you, I''m Yu Xiaoqiao."


    "Hello," Chen Men said, epting the woman''s business card.


    It was a color-printed business card perfumed with a light floral scent.


    "I''ve seen ''Return to the City'' where Yan Shengnan performed. I just heard she only earned five hundred yuan for the entire series - that''s far too little. Manager Chen, I''d like to invite your Yan Shengnan to be my spokesperson. She''d just need to film a fewmercials, and I''ll pay her three thousand yuan. What do you think?" the woman said.


    Yu Xiaoqiao - this name was very familiar to Chen Men.


    She was someone Chen Men had known in her previous life.


    Three thousand yuan for advertising was quite tempting at that time.


    Chen Men looked at the business card and asked Yu Xiaoqiao, "You''re the general manager of the Five Yuan Milk Powder Factory?"


    "Yes, Five Yuan Milk Powder Factory used to be state-owned, but I''ve taken it over now. I''m the general manager," she replied with a smile.


    Just then, Xiong Dapao and Yan Zhao came out from the courtyard.


    When Xiong Dapao saw Chen Men and Yu Xiaoqiao together, he rubbed his hands and said, "I see you''ve already met Xiaoqiao, sister-inw. Let me introduce her properly anyway - this is my girlfriend, Yu Xiaoqiao. What do you think of her?"


    Proud and pleased, Xiong Dapao was clearly very satisfied with his new girlfriend.


    Yu Xiaoqiao was indeed someone Chen Men knew.


    However, she knew her from her previous life.


    In the future, like Qin Yu, Yu Xiaoqiao would be a renowned female entrepreneur in West Ping City.


    But unlike Qin Yu, who built her sess through her own hard work and struggle, Chen Men had received beauty treatments at Yu Xiaoqiao''s beauty salon in her previous life and had some casual interactions with her, so she understood this woman.


    Unlike Qin Yu, who despite being a strong woman had an impable private life and would grow old with Yan Dawei in a loving marriage despite asional quarrels, Yu Xiaoqiao was different.


    In fact, in her previous life, ording to Yu Xiaoqiao''s own admission, she had at least five or six lovers from business, political, and military circles, all of whom were powerful and influential.


    She was now 28, just a year younger than Chen Men.


    Currently, she should have just returned from working abroad and only owned a milk powder factory.


    But in the future, she would open beauty salons, KTVs, nightclubs, and eventually get into real estate development.


    However, this had little to do with her own abilities.


    When Chen Men met her in her previous life, about twenty yearster, this woman had already be a famous female entrepreneur in the city.


    But when drunk, in her own words, she wasn''t particrly remarkable herself - what was powerful were the political and military bigwigs behind her. She was merely their money-making front.


    How had such a formidable woman with such connections suddenly be Xiong Dapao''s girlfriend?


    Perhaps in her previous life, she had also dated Xiong Dapao, but when things fell apart, she gradually developed into the mistress and front for military and political leaders?


    While Chen Men was pondering this, Yu Xiaoqiao opened her leather bag again and took out a contract, handing it to Chen Men saying, "Sister Men, I''m nning to take over Factory 291. The money is ready, but some leaders in the capital are holding things up and won''t approve my factory acquisition. Could you look at this ''Lease Contract'' and see if there''s any problem with it?"


    At the mention of 291, Chen Men felt even more suspicious.


    There were only two military clothing factories in the country, both under the Army General District''s management.


    Factory 271 was smaller, and she and Cui Min had acquired it.


    Factory 291, located in Henan, was the country''srgest military clothing factory.


    At this moment, Chen Men finally connected this woman with her experiences from her previous life.


    The profitability of Factory 271 had shown certain military personnel the potential for sweet profits, and Yu Xiaoqiao, as their representative, was trying to acquire Factory 291.


    Likely, Yan Peiheng in the capital was blocking this matter tightly, and those people couldn''t acquire the factory. That''s why they had Yu Xiaoqiao approach her through Xiong Dapao, hoping to acquire Factory 291 through her influence.


    "I''m sorry, I don''t understand these matters," Chen Men said as she started to enter the courtyard.


    Yu Xiaoqiao''s expression turned awkward, but she didn''t say anything, just sighed softly with a drawn-out "Ah..."


    Xiong Dapao, being face-conscious, especially since Yu Xiaoqiao was his fianc¨¦e, became angry when he saw Chen Men''s cold rejection: "Sister-inw, Xiaoqiao wants to acquire Factory 291, and I''ll be a shareholder too. What, you''re not happy about us taking over 291?"


    Yu Xiaoqiao tugged at Xiong Dapao''s arm: "Dapao, don''t be angry. Sister Men didn''t mean it that way."


    "What does she mean? I nearly drank myself into a stomach ulcer to help East Fashion go public, so why can''t she help you?" Xiong Dapao''s face turned alternately red and white with anger.


    Yu Xiaoqiao called out softly, "Sister-inw..."


    Women who could be mistresses to men in political, business, and military circles certainly had their capabilities.


    They didn''t need to do much. For instance, at this moment, Yu Xiaoqiao didn''t say anything else - she just needed to call out "sister-inw," and it was enough to make Xiong Dapao''s head steam with anger.


    But Chen Men ignored him and Yu Xiaoqiao, turning to enter the courtyard.


    Xiong Dapao then turned to Yan Zhao: "Colonel, I''ve helped sister-inw tremendously before. What''s wrong with her helping Xiaoqiao a little?"


    Yan Zhao, who was already seeing his guests out, opened the car door for Xiong Dapao: "It''s not that your sister-inw is unwilling. She said she doesn''t understand."


    "If she doesn''t understand, how did she manage to get Factory 271?" Xiong Dapao countered.


    Yan Zhao hadn''t expected this retort from Xiong Dapao and stared at him coldly without speaking.


    Xiong Dapao suddenly patted his briefcase and spread his hands, saying: "Colonel, I didn''t know before, but recently, I heard that sister-inw got Factory 271 purely through connections, purely because your father is the Second Commander of the Military Region."


    Yan Zhao must have been irritated, but he remained silent, coldly staring at Xiong Dapao, waiting to see what else woulde out of his dog''s mouth.


    Xiong Dapao patted his bulging briefcase again and said: "It''s all about greasing palms and using connections, isn''t it? You have the connections, and I''m willing to pay. Colonel, we once fought together on the battlefield, risking our lives for our country, but this is how the country works - everything depends on connections, money, andworks. Speaking of money, I have it, and you have the connections. I once saved your life, so why can''t I use your connections?"


    Yan Zhao, not wanting to continue the conversation with Xiong Dapao, patted the car door and said in a low voice: "Get out!"


    Xiong Dapao was about to push Yan Zhao into the car when he turned and saw Chen Men standing in the courtyard. He let out a coldugh and said loudly: "Sister-inw, cats have their ways, and crabs have theirs. If you won''t help us, we''ll find someone else who will. But remember this - without me, your Factory 271''s products won''t sell anymore."


    At this, Yan Zhao directly pushed him into the car, then turned to Yu Xiaoqiao: "Aren''t you getting in?"


    Yu Xiaoqiao, still holding the contract in her hands, nced at Yan Zhao and hurriedly opened the passenger door and got in.


    Xiong Dapao hadn''t be West Ping City''s richest man by being simple.


    Though his features were regr and his skin fair, giving him an appearance of honesty, there was more to him than that.


    He must have just started dating Yu Xiaoqiao, and bringing her today was to seek Chen Men''s help. Not only had Chen Men tly refused, but she had also been so cold - this meant she wasn''t giving face to Xiong Dapao.


    For a man, nothing matters more than losing face in front of the woman he loves.


    Xiong Dapao stepped on the gas, and the ck Crown roared forward, nearly crashing into Chen Men''s new car.


    However, at thest moment, he swerved, turning the car around.


    His provocation not only angered Yan Zhao but also Chen Men - it was her new car, just brought home today, and what if Xiong Dapao had turned it into a pile of scrap metal?


    So when Xiong Dapao turned around, Chen Men rushed out of the house.


    As she came out, Xiong Dapao had just stopped the car, nearly running over her foot.


    After braking suddenly, Xiong Dapao slowly rolled down the window and called out again: "Sister-inw?"


    ...


    Chen Men and Yan Zhao watched as Xiong Dapao raised his fist and suddenly mmed it onto the horn, making it wail continuously. With the horn still ring, he floored the gas pedal and drove away.


    The prolonged horn st startled all the children in the vige, who came running out of their houses like startled birds and animals.


    Yan Zhao probably hadn''t expected that his former soldier would not only be so stubborn but would also speak to Chen Men this way. He turned and asked: "Should I have him brought back?"


    "What for?" Chen Men asked in return.


    "He used to be quite normal. How did he suddenly be..." Yan Zhao paused, leaving his sentence unfinished.


    This Yu Xiaoqiao had only returned from abroad in February this year.


    She had been dating Xiong Dapao for barely a month.


    Today was the first time Xiong Dapao had brought her to meet the Yan couple, and just moments ago, Yan Zhao had a fairly good impression of Yu Xiaoqiao.


    But Xiong Dapao had always been very upright, building his business through hard work and sweat. How had he suddenly learned to y the connection game and try to bribe people?


    And he even tried to bribe the Yan couple, thinking he could acquire Factory 291 this way?


    Yan Zhao realized that his formerrade, with whom he once fought back-to-back on the battlefield, had suddenly changed after getting a girlfriend!


    This puzzled him greatly.


    "It''s fine, let''s go back inside," Chen Men said, seeing Yan Zhao''s dark expression. "They''re just dating, not married. After spending some time together, maybe Xiong Dapao will realize they''re notpatible and break up?"


    Xiong Dapao definitely needed to remarry, but it couldn''t be with Yu Xiaoqiao.Aliali: 6743211ac4f3f33ac42e7315


    Because clearly, she wasn''t just Xiong Dapao''s girlfriend - she was currently likely already a mistress to certain military bigwigs.


    It would be troublesome if Xiong Dapao angered certain people by being with Yu Xiaoqiao and ended up being quietly eliminated.


    Chen Men needed to find a way to make Xiong Dapao recognize Yu Xiaoqiao''s true character. Once he realized what kind of person she was, he would surely break up with her.


    "Break up?" Yan Zhao suddenly put his hands on his hips and said: "Dapao said they''re nning to get their marriage certificate next month."


    Now it was Chen Men''s turn to worry.


    In her previous life, Yu Xiaoqiao had been not only wealthy but also famous.


    Especially her five-yuan milk powder factory, which had once been a domestic industry leader.


    However, this woman had been arrested by the police just before Chen Men''s death.


    The reason was that her five-yuan milk powder factory had produced milk powder that had affected at least two hundred newborns in Shaanxi Province alone, ording to records. These babies had developed abnormally, with dyed physical development but disproportionatelyrge heads.


    So now, had she already started producing toxic milk powder containing mmine?

 Chapter 111

    Just after Yu Xiaoqiao and Xiong Dapao left.


    Yuanyuan came over and timidly asked, "Mother, was that uncle angry just now?"


    "Mother, were you too harsh with Uncle Xiong Dapao?" Little Wang also chimed in.


    Even if Yu Xiaoqiao wouldter sell tainted milk powder or be a mistress to a high-ranking official, right now she was simply Xiong Dapao''s fianc¨¦e, and the couple hade to visit as guests.


    Moreover, Xiong Dapao was a benefactor to Unit 271, having nearly drunk himself into a gastric perforation at the investment promotion meeting.


    In fact, not only was Mother fierce, but Father had also shoved Uncle Dapao into the car.


    Little Wang had heard it all - Father even yelled at Uncle Xiong to get lost.


    The Yan Zhao couple had always been polite to guests, and the children had never seen them have such a big conflict with anyone before, so naturally they were confused.


    But as soon as the children asked, Yan Zhao bent down and pointed at Little Wang''s nose, asking, "How do you think your mother usually treats people?"


    "She''s always very nice, always smiling, and has never lost her temper with anyone," Little Wang replied.


    "Then do you know why she got angry just now?" Yan Zhao asked again.


    Little Wang and Yuanyuan both shook their heads - the children werepletely bewildered, not understanding why their mother had suddenly be so fierce.


    As for Little Lang, he was tightly hugging his mobile phone, indifferent to everything else.


    "Because your Uncle Xiong and that auntie came to pull strings for dealing in military property. Do you know what the military is? If the country is a person, the military is the gun that protects the country. And what is military property? It''s like the bullets in that gun, and your grandfather is the one who controls that gun, with the authority to pull the trigger to protect the country." After pausing for a moment, seeing the children''s expressions growing serious, Yan Zhao continued deliberately, "Regarding military property, we can''t pull strings for anyone, even if Uncle Dapao saved your father''s life, we must firmly refuse him, understand?"


    To put it inly, if Xiong Dapao and Yu Xiaoqiao hadn''te for military property,


    If Yan Peiheng wasn''t the Second Commander,


    Chen Men would have weed them with a smile, considering Xiong Dapao had once saved Yan Zhao''s life.


    But Yan Peiheng''s position was too special.


    He was the Second Commander of the Army Military Region, with military property under his control.


    Currently, the entire military region was in fiercepetition over military property.


    At this time, if Chen Men and Yan Zhao showed any leniency or gave in to personal connections, there would be an endless stream of peopleing to ask for favors.


    All being acquaintances, if you don''t help when theye with smiling faces, they won''t remember your kindness, but will remember your rejection as a grudge.


    For Chen Men, it was about avoiding unnecessary trouble.


    As for Yan Zhao''s harsh treatment of Xiong Dapao, it was due to anger.


    He shared the same mindset as Yan Peiheng - military property must be obtained through proper channels, through regrpanies, passing multiple levels of review and bidding.


    Xiong Dapao, being a veteran, brought a woman of unclear background to Chen Men, immediately talking about contracting military factories.


    Trying to obtain military property through improper channels.


    This was why Yan Zhao had also turned against him.


    Patting Little Wang''s bottom, Yan Zhao said, "Go inside and practice horse stance, Little Lang go hit the punching bag, Yuanyuan go y the piano, now dismiss."


    Little Lang obediently went to hit the punching bag, but Little Wang, being clever and evasive, didn''t want to practice the horse stance. He suddenly pped his forehead and said, "Oh Dad, I just remembered, we haven''t cleaned the bathroom today, let me go take care of that."


    He would rather die from the smell cleaning the bathroom than practice boxing.


    In a sh, all three little ones scattered.


    Soon, the thudding sounds began - that was Little Lang methodically and energetically hitting the punching bag.


    Though the boy had short legs, he maintained a very stable horse stance while standing on a stool.


    The family''s punching bag was initially made of nylon,ter changed to leather, but Little Lang broke them all. The current one was made of fiveyers of fine-spun cloth, but it looked like it was about to be broken by Little Lang as well.


    Chen Men deeply felt that this boy would definitely be a boxer when he grew up.


    Entering the bedroom, Chen Men was about to carefully examine Yu Xiaoqiao''s business card.


    There was information on the back of the card. Chen Men saw that she had only taken over the milk powder factory this February, just over a month ago. In such a short time, there wasn''t even enough time to set up the factory, let alone produce milk powder.


    So Yu Xiaoqiao probably hadn''t started producing tainted milk powder yet.


    But with Xiong Dapao about to marry her, what could be done?


    Just as Chen Men was pondering this matter, the phone by the bed rang, and she answered it.


    The caller was Yan Wei. Since his promotionst year, Yan Wei had been allocated an apartment by his work unit and had been renovating it recently. The renovation was probablyplete now, and he should be ready to proceed with marrying Qi Songlu.


    Smiling, Yan Wei said, "Men, in the next few days, could you talk to Qi Songlu and see what requirements she might have for me? I''ll agree to whatever I can. We should get our marriage certificate soon, what do you think?"


    For middle-aged couples, once the house was renovated, they should get their marriage certificate and then move in together.


    However, Chen Men felt Yan Wei was being too casual about it. After all, it was a new era, and young people didn''t care much about matchmaking anymore - they cared about proposals.


    So she said, "Second Brother, I can help arrange the marriage, but shouldn''t you order some flowers, buy a ring, and properly propose to Qi Songlu somewhere nice?"


    "Is that necessary? I proposed eight times to Mi Lan back then, and just thinking about it gives me a headache. At my age now, I really don''t have the energy for that kind of thing. Just help me arrange it casually - she''ll agree anyway," Yan Wei said carelessly over the phone.


    "Why could you propose eight times to Mi Lan but won''t even buy one bouquet for Qi Songlu? Is it because Mi Lan had a bad temper, was demanding, and made you do housework every day, while Qi Songlu has a good personality, is kind, and easy to take advantage of?" Chen Men paused for a moment before continuing, "Second Brother, you must get flowers and propose properly, otherwise, even if Qi Songlu agrees, I won''t approve."


    This was the problem with women being too virtuous - they spoiled men.


    When a woman was a bit difficult and fussy, men actually treated her better, pampered her more, and were more willing to put effort into the rtionship.


    Yan Wei had clearly been able to propose to Mi Lan eight times, trying again and again, sparing no effort.


    But with Qi Songlu, he couldn''t even be bothered to buy a bouquet.


    If he didn''t propose properly, Chen Men wouldn''t help arrange the marriage.


    "Alright, alright, I''ll propose, happy now? At my age, I just find it embarrassing," Yan Wei remained good-natured, still smiling even after being lectured by his sister-inw.


    The next day, Yan Wei followed Chen Men''s advice and went to propose.


    But to save trouble, he just casually picked some roses from the flower bed below his office building and wrapped them in newspaper.


    Qi Songlu now had a stable job with a good sry. She was the type of woman who was both capable and knew how to enjoy life. That very evening, she had bought herself a bouquet of red roses to enjoy over the weekend.


    One can imagine how shabby Yan Wei''s newspaper-wrapped flowers lookedpared to the professionally arranged bouquet from the flower shop.


    Having seen much of life''s ups and downs, how could Qi Songlu not see through Yan Wei''s perfunctory gesture?


    So this proposal attempt failed.


    That night, the Jindong Branch had an operation to crack down on motorcycle gangs, so Yan Zhao went for the night shift.


    Earlier that day, Yan Peiheng had called and was very angry, having an argument with Yan Zhao before hanging up.


    Of course, Chen Men had to return the call that evening.


    She specifically gathered the children in her bedroom and patiently exined some things to them.


    For instance, how their grandfather missed them very much but just wasn''t good atmunicating with them because he had a harsh way of speaking.


    And how their grandfather was a soldier, someone who had been in the military his whole life.


    Because soldiers have to protect the country, that''s why his tone might sound fierce, and other such exnations.


    Then, she picked up the phone, preparing to call Yan Peiheng.


    Chen Men needed to ask Yan Peiheng whether Yu Xiaoqiao had already submitted the "Contract Agreement" to the Military Region Headquarters.


    In this era, there was a type of person who didn''t need to give gifts - they could get many projects just by fraud, boasting about being friends with certain leaders or having connections in certain units.


    Although Chen Men had firmly refused Xiong Dapao and Yu Xiaoqiao.


    Chen Men was worried that Yu Xiaoqiao would use her name to approach Yan Peiheng.


    Yan Peiheng was already angry because she had epted Gu Xiao''s car and mobile phone.


    If this matter wasn''t cleared up soon, Chen Men feared that Yan Peiheng might truly disown her as his daughter-inw in another fit of anger.


    She had finally convinced the children to understand the situation, and now they were all gathered around the phone, patiently waiting to hear from their grandfather.


    However, the home phone line wouldn''t connect.


    So Chen Men dialed Yan Peiheng''s office instead.


    This time someone answered - it was Yan Peiheng''s chief secretary Mao Xun.


    "The Commander is still in a meeting. How about this - I''ll have him call you back once the meeting ends?" Mao Xun said cheerfully.


    "That would be fine, Secretary Mao, thank you." After a pause, Chen Men added, "Please pass on a message to my father - tell him that all the children miss him very much."


    "Of course, of course. The Commander misses the children dearly too." After a moment, Mao Xun continued with a smile, "Your daughter was on TV recently in that 12-episode drama series. The Commander didn''t miss a single episode of the first run. When it was rebroadcast at midnight, he even set an rm to wake up and watch it."


    Such intimate family matters were difficult to express directly between rtives, but outsiders could speak of them more freely.


    Chen Men had the phone on speaker, and seeing Yuanyuan''s eyes suddenly light up, she pointed at her nose and said, "See? Doesn''t grandfather love you all so much?"


    Yuanyuan smiled and nodded, then led Little Lang out and headed off to bed.


    The military region must have been particrly busytely. Chen Men made several more phone calls afterward, but Yan Peiheng happened to be away on business trips and never returned her calls.


    Meanwhile, at Factory 271...


    When they firmly rejected Xiong Dapao, Chen Men had anticipated that given his impetuous, stubborn, yet forthright personality, he would certainly try to teach her a lesson.


    Sure enough, this happened during the spring collectionunch period.


    About a weekter, Chen Men had just arrived at her office when she saw Xue Mingfang rushing toward her with an anxious expression. As soon as they met, he blurted out, "Commander, we''re in trouble! Everything was going well with our 42 national distributors, but yesterday, 26 of them said this spring collection would be theirst order from us. They won''t be working with us for the summer collection. What should we do?"


    In the fashion industry, there were four seasons - spring, summer, fall, and winter - with ordering meetings for each.


    It was nowte March, and the spring collection had just been shipped out, with sales of 600,000 yuan for the quarter.


    But the summer collection ordering meeting was about to begin.


    Having 26 distributors suddenly announce they would no longer cooperate meant losing more than half their market.


    Dongpai currently nned to produce summer clothing worth 800,000 yuan, and if they couldn''t sell it, it would all be dead stock.


    While Xue Mingfang was sweating with anxiety, Chen Men calmly said, "Don''t worry, let''s wait and see."


    "But what can we do when several distributors have already said they won''t work with us anymore?" Xue Mingfang asked anxiously.


    "Don''t worry about that for now. Quickly go discuss with the designers about the patterns, samples, and production," Chen Men replied, maintaining herposure.


    The distributors'' show of force must have been Xiong Dapao''s doing.


    Chen Men had made him lose face in front of his fianc¨¦e, so he must have immediately called the distributors toin, and now they were trying to pressure Chen Men by threatening to cancel their orders.


    However, Dongpai''s designs were based on Hong Kong and Taiwan patterns and were currently very much in line with market trends.


    While Xiong Dapao''s threats would certainly shrink the market, with some loyal distributors refusing to take Chen Men''s goods, Dongpai''s clothing had beautiful designs, looked good when worn, and was of high quality - consumers wanted to buy it, so why should distributors turn away from profit?


    So while some distributors might threaten to back out because of Xiong Dapao, the market was already established, and most distributors would continue ordering for the sake of profit.


    This sudden crisis also made Chen Men realize she needed to quickly find a capable sales manager.


    Military personnel wouldn''t do, so she would have to advertise and recruit from the market.


    Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye.


    During these two weeks, Chen Men interviewed over a hundred candidates, both men and women, young and old.


    Some spoke eloquently and confidently, but when Chen Men deliberately left her tea cup empty for quite a while, they never thought to refill it for her.


    Reading people''s expressions and needs was a basic skill for salespeople - if they couldn''t do that, how could they handle customers?


    These candidates wouldn''t do.


    Others were quite good at reading people and did well with serving tea and ttery, but theycked vision. Chen Men deliberately dropped ten yuan in the hallway, and without exception, the candidates she had high hopes for secretly picked up the money as they left.


    If they couldn''t resist taking ten yuan, how could they be trusted with hundreds of thousands in sales revenue?


    So after all the interviews, Chen Men couldn''t find anyone in all of Xiping City who matched the caliber of Yan Xishan and Xiong Dapao as sales managers.


    But that''s enough about that for now.


    This Saturday was only a half-day of work, and after finishing, Chen Men drove to pick up the children as usual.


    It was already April, and Xiping City was getting quite hot, so it was time for the children to switch to summer clothes.


    After picking them up, Chen Men drove the children to the People''s Department Store to shop for summer clothes. After shopping, led by Little Lang, they went down an alley to eat what Little Lang remembered as the world''s best water-cooked mutton, which Yan Wei and Qi Songlu had once taken him to try.


    Chen Men always carried her new mobile phone with her.


    But she rarely used her pager anymore and usually kept it in her bag.


    After finishing the mutton, they each bought a honey-vored rice dumpling and got back in the car. Little Wang, who loved checking Chen Men''s pager, opened it and suddenly eximed, "Mother, someone''s been paging you from our vige phone - there are more than twenty messages!"


    Twenty-some pages from the vige public phone meant someone was waiting for Chen Men in the vige.


    Though she didn''t know who was waiting for her.


    Looking at the record, the first message was from 11 AM, and it was now 2 PM, which meant that person had been waiting at the vige entrance for three full hours.


    Stepping on the gas, Chen Men arrived at the vige entrance twenty minutester.


    From a distance, she could see several military vehicles with army tes parked at the entrance. As she got closer, she saw many vigers gathered around her house gate, and among them were several people wearing new military uniforms with stars and stripes on their shoulders.


    These must be people from the army.


    Second Sister Liu was also among the onlookers. Seeing Chen Men from afar, she ran over and called out, "This is something! Men, your father-inw is here. He''s been sitting at your door for three whole hours. Why are you onlying now?"


    So it was Yan Peiheng, waiting right at her door?


    It had been exactly a month since Chen Men''sst attempt to call him.


    During this month, the old man had either been traveling or in meetings, and Chen Men hadn''t been able to reach him by phone. She hadn''t expected him to suddenly show up today.


    Regarding Factory 291''s contract, even without Chen Men''s help, Yu Xiaoqiao would certainly have found other connections with her influence.


    With the military leadership being in the capital, Chen Men couldn''t possibly know who Yu Xiaoqiao had approached.


    However, she had been firm enough in coldly rejecting Yu Xiaoqiao, so she didn''t need to worry about Yan Peiheng using her of using his connections.


    As Chen Men returned, the crowd gathered around her house gate gradually began to disperse.


    Yan Peiheng was indeed at her door, sitting in the bamboo chair that Yan Zhao usually left outside for Chen Men to use when chatting with visitors or enjoying the cool air. He was currently talking with Yan Sanye.


    Chief Secretary Mao Xun stood beside him.


    The old man must have been sitting there for quite a while, holding arge tea cup with his jacket draped over the chair back.


    Seeing Chen Men from afar, he immediately stood up.


    The three children, upon seeing Yan Peiheng, instinctively shrank behind Chen Men.


    They say Yan Peiheng and Yan Sanye were the same age.


    In contrast to Yan Sanye''s scruffy beard, crusty eyes, and wrinkles deep enough to trap flies, Yan Peiheng stood straight, and though his face had wrinkles too, his square-shaped face and thick eyebrows made him look twenty years younger than Yan Sanye.


    "Men, you''re back?" Old Master Yan Peiheng said in a surprisingly pleasant tone, even smiling.


    His voice made Chen Men feel somewhat ufortable.


    Walking to his side, the old master nced over and pointed at the champagne-colored luxury car in the distance. With slightly furrowed brows but still maintaining a rxed tone, he asked, "Is that the car Gu Xiao gave you?"


    The first time he heard about Gu Xiao giving her a car, Yan Peiheng had nearly used Chen Men of betraying her family over the phone.


    How strange that today his tone had suddenly changed, bing so rxed.


    Though puzzled, Chen Men still called out to the children first: "Little Wang, Little Lang, Yuanyuan,e greet your grandfather."


    The children emerged one by one from behind Chen Men, heads lowered, saying, "Hello, Grandfather."


    Yan Peiheng stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over Little Wang, who wore new sportswear and brand-new sneakers, looking clean and neat.


    Looking at Little Lang, the little fellow was wearing short sleeves despite it being April, his little arms particrly firm - clearly indicating excellent physical condition.


    When his gaze reached Yuanyuan, he noticed the little girl boldly looking back at him, and he quickly turned away.


    Chen Men opened the courtyard gate, gesturing for Yan Peiheng to enter.


    As they walked, Yan Peiheng said, "Recently, a woman named Yu Xiaoqiao wants to take over our Factory 291 in Henan. You must know about this, right?"


    Chen Men brought chairs into the courtyard, saying, "Yes, she came to see me, wanting me to put in a good word, but I refused."


    Yan Peiheng entered the courtyard, looked around, then slowly raised his index finger, curling it slightly before saying with a smile, "Our leadership team has nine people total, and I''m the Second Commander."


    Chen Men had already ced the chairs in the shaded part of the courtyard, gesturing for the old master to sit down.


    Just as Yan Peiheng was about to sit, someone bumped into him. He turned to find Yuanyuan there.


    The round-faced little girl, with her wet, doe-like eyes, quickly ced a soft cotton cushion on the chair before running away.


    Yan Peiheng touched the soft cotton cushion but didn''t sit down. Instead, he raised his index finger slowly until it was in front of Chen Men''s face and said, "Including Ms. Yu Xiaoqiao, there are ten private enterprisespeting to bid for Factory 291."


    Chen Men remained silent, watching her father-inw quietly.


    "These private entrepreneurs have been trying to influence our team and our families through various connections, giving gifts, hosting dinners, and some even trying to give money directly," Yan Peiheng said, staring intently at his daughter-inw, emphasizing each word: "You and Yan Zhao are the only ones who refused them."


    Secretary Mao exined with a smile, "Since Factory 291 is thergest ind military factory, the top militarymission leaders are watching this matter closely. When they heard that you and Yan Zhao refused to help with connections, you brought glory to the Commander in front of the top leaders!"


    Chen Men finally smiled too.


    No wonder her father-inw was beaming today.


    It was because her rejection of Yu Xiaoqiao''s advances had brought honor to the old master among the leadership.


    Currently, the situation with Factory 291 was that every military leader wanted to secure the factory for their own connections and rtionships.


    Just like the Qin Chuan Group situation before, everyone would inevitably fight, cause trouble, and turn against each other, attacking one another.


    But in a leadership team of nine people, someone had to take charge of this matter.


    Yet no one would yield to another, each forming their own faction, which would eventually lead to an irreconcble situation.


    In the end, when the Military Commission got involved, the top leaders saw that Yan Peiheng maintained a firm stance, and his family members were equally steadfast, so the task fell on Yan Peiheng''s shoulders.


    This was the real reason the old master suddenly came to Xiping City.


    Factory 291 was in Henan, very close by, and he hade to oversee the bidding andpetition.


    "Your attitude, Chen Men, represents my attitude," Yan Peiheng paused before adding, "Thank you for bringing me honor this time!"Aliali: 6743211ac4f3f33ac42e7315


    Though this old master had a bad temper, he knew when to bow and humble himself before his daughter-inw, and he could be incredibly forthright.


    Chen Men suddenly realized this might be why Su Wenhui truly loved this old master.


    Yan Peiheng pped his thigh, looked around again, and asked Chen Men, "Are there any spare bedrooms in this courtyard? I''ll need to stay here for a few days while handling the bidding."


    "Why don''t we go back to the city and stay in a hotel? The conditions are better there," Secretary Mao suggested.


    Yan Peiheng waved his hand, "No need, you all stay at the hotel, I''ll stay here."


    Chen Men remained calm - after all, they had plenty of rooms andrge enough beds, so if her father-inw wanted to stay, let him stay.


    But the children, who were peering from the bedroom window, were terrified upon hearing this news.


    None of the children wanted to spend more time with their grandfather.


    And then there was Yan Zhao - his father had actually, for the first time ever,e to stay at Yan Xishan''sndlord-like courtyard.


    One could only imagine what his expression would be when he heard about this.

 Chapter 112

    Old Master went into Little Wang''s bedroom to see his grandson, and Chen Men took the opportunity to call Yan Zhao.


    She exined to him, in brief, how their refusal of Yu Xiaoqiao had led to Old Master eventually taking on the role of representing the family to oversee the 291 investment attraction in Xiping City.


    Over the phone, Yan Zhao was silent for a long time when he heard that Yan Peiheng would be staying at their home for a few days.


    After a while, he asked, "He brought people with him, right? How are they going to stay?"


    "His secretaries said they''re staying at a hotel, just he''s staying with us," Chen Men replied.


    "I''ll talk to him when I get back," Yan Zhao said after a pause. "By the way, you''ve been wanting to find a sales manager, right? I have a suitable candidate. How about I take you to meet him tomorrow?"


    Sales is a science, and it has nothing to do with Yan Zhao.


    Chen Men had been offering a sry of 600 yuan a month and had interviewed over a hundred people, but still hadn''t found a suitable sales manager. Yan Zhao, who knew nothing about sales, could actually help her find one?


    Although she felt it was unlikely, Chen Men agreed enthusiastically because it was rare for Yan Zhao to show concern for her work. "Sure, just set the time. I''m free these days."


    "Tomorrow then," Yan Zhao said and hung up.


    Yan Wei heard that Yan Peiheng was here and rushed over urgently. Knowing that Old Master liked noodles, especially machine-made ones, he bought some and also nned to introduce Qi Songlu to Old Master.


    However, Qi Songlu declined, citing work and being busy.


    As soon as Yan Wei entered, he started bustling around in the kitchen.


    Yan Peiheng, though smiling and amiable with Chen Men, didn''t have a good face for Yan Wei. As soon as Yan Zhao entered, he directly argued with Old Master.


    "You should stay at the First Brigade. Yan Wei has prepared a kang there, and it''s very clean," Yan Zhao suggested.


    Yan Peiheng immediately got angry. "What, this isn''t my son''s home? I can''t stay here?"


    "Isn''t the First Brigade also your home? How many years has it been since my mother passed away? Can''t you stay there for one night?" Yan Zhao retorted.


    Yan Peiheng, with his hands behind his back, suddenly roared, "Get out!"


    The tempers of these father and son were indeed explosive, always starting arguments out of nowhere. The three kids didn''t like their grandfather anyway, and seeing him lose his temper, Little Wang, the most cunning, quietly went into the bedroom and rolled up the bedding on his kang.


    As he rolled, he told Little Lang and Yuanyuan, "Tough luck, tough luck. I''ve rolled up the bedding, so Grandpa will have to sleep with you."


    The two younger ones were so angry at this mischievous older brother that they couldn''t even speak.


    Yan Zhao, though not yelling back at his father''s roar, calmly said, "Where are your toiletries? I''ll take them for you."


    "Yan Zhao!" Old Master roared again. "I''m staying here. What can you do about it?"


    Yan Zhao saw the luggage bag with his father''s toiletries under the eaves and went to pick it up without a word.


    Yan Peiheng, like an angry lion, red at him.


    It seemed the father and son were about toe to blows.


    Fortunately, Chen Men intervened, "Dad, my mother would definitely want you to stay at the First Brigade, right? Even though she''s gone, her spirit is still there. Shouldn''t you go and keep herpany?"


    The crux of the issue for Old Master not wanting to stay at the First Brigade was his fear that Su Wen''s spirit would be displeased. Initially bristling, he suddenly deted at Chen Men''s words, waving his hand and saying, "No, your mother wouldn''t be happy."


    "You are my mother''s husband and the master of the First Brigade. How could she not be happy to see you there? Wouldn''t she prefer to see a harmonious family instead of hearing you argue and seeing you avoid her beloved courtyard as a husband?" Chen Men countered.


    Yan Peiheng''s eyes suddenly reddened, and he stood there, silent.


    So, Yan Zhao was angry because he thought his father didn''t care about his mother, while Yan Peiheng was timid and guilty, unable to express his feelings, using his anger as an excuse to vent on his son, making the conflict even more strained.


    Fortunately, Yan Zhao, enlightened by Chen Men''s persuasion, softly said, "Let''s eat first, then I''ll drive you to Lotus Temple."


    Yan Peiheng''s back suddenly bent.


    He hadn''t visited his wife''s ashes yet, even though Gu Xiao had been there.


    Not forck of opportunity, but because he felt unworthy and afraid that his wife wouldn''t want to see him.


    However, with his son taking him there, his wife should be happy.


    The children held their breath, all looking at their grandfather. Yan Wei looked out from the kitchen window, and Yan Zhao frowned, seeing Old Master slowly raise his hand and wave it.


    Yan Zhao thought Old Master was going to refuse, but instead, he heard him say, "The unit''s car has left. Find another one. I... won''t take Gu Xiao''s car."


    Even though the military factory ultimately needed the capitalist''s money to get back on its feet, and even though the car the capitalist gave to his daughter-inw was indeed beautiful, making Yan Peiheng feel, upon seeing the children get out of it, that money was the best thing in the world.


    He would never change his stance on not using Gu Xiao''s money or possessions.


    "I have an old car of my own. I''ll take you thereter," Yan Zhao said gently. "When I built the house, my mother was afraid you wouldn''t want toe home, so she had me prepare a kang for you. How could she not want you toe home?"


    So, Su Wen had been waiting for him to return all along.


    As the evening deepened, it was the season for pagoda tree flowers, and the gentle breeze behind the house carried the scent of the flowers.


    Yan Peiheng replied softly, "Alright."


    With a sizzle from the kitchen, Yan Wei was stir-frying, and soon the aroma of scallion oil filled the air. In a family, harmony among the adults brings joy to the children. Now that the adults weren''t arguing, the children felt relieved.


    Grandpa was going to stay at the First Brigade, not bothering them anymore?


    Little Wang quickly unrolled and smoothed out his bedding.


    But then came the shocking news: Yan Peiheng said, "Let Yan Wangqi apany me to the First Brigade to sleep."


    Little Wang, still making the bed, was struck as if by lightning.


    Little Lang and Yuanyuan on the ground pulled Little Wang down from the kang together: "Quick, go, brother. Grandpa has specifically asked for you to sleep with him tonight."


    Poor Little Wang didn''t want to sleep with Grandpa, but he couldn''t resist, and after Grandpa and Dad finished offering incense, Dad picked him up with one hand and took him to the First Brigade, throwing him onto the kang.


    Therge hall of the First Brigade was so empty that even mice wouldn''t stay, and there was the grumpy Grandpa sleeping beside him.


    Grandpa kept turning and sighing, sounding like a monster.


    This night almost scared Little Wang to death.


    Yan Peiheng, with the "Contract Bidding Documents" of 10panies, returned to the Seventh Brigade the next morning.


    He then handed them all to Chen Men for her to review.


    Since Chen Men was the first to engage in contracting and had experience, Old Master wanted her to choose whichpany was most suitable for contracting.


    Chen Men skimmed through the documents. Among the ten units, each had to pay a sincerity deposit.


    This sincerity deposit caught Chen Men''s attention. While others paid three to five thousand, Yu Xiaoqiao paid a whopping 50,000 yuan upfront, making her stand out in thepetition. It was said that among the military leaders, the most supported her.


    Meanwhile, Xiong Dapao was also preparing to marry Yu Xiaoqiao.


    Yan Zhao had called him several times, wanting to have a serious talk, but Xiong Dapao didn''t engage.


    Instead, he asked Yan Zhao if Chen Men was crying at home every day due to the sharp decline in sales at Dongpai Clothing.


    Yan Zhao and Xiong Dapao were goodrades-in-arms, having fought side by side and trusted each other with their lives.


    But people grow and change.


    Especially money and women, the two things that can most profoundly alter a man.


    Xiong Dapao was now holding a grudge, wanting to see how badly Chen Men would fare after he refused to help 271. Yan Zhao was pained by hisrade''s transformation but couldn''t just sit by and watch Dongpai Clothing''s sales decline.


    So, Yan Zhao had been looking for a long time.


    Although it was the weekend and his father hade, they should have stayed home to apany the Old Master, but they couldn''t. He had to go with Chen Men to find a capable sales manager for 271.


    Ever since Chen Men started changing her dress, Yuanyuan had been clinging to her: "Mom, let me go with you, I''ll carry your bag."


    Little Lang''s reason was also quite sufficient: "Mom, you haven''t spent a weekend with me for two whole weeks, you must take me today."


    "Then Little Wang can stay with Grandpa, and we''ll go out for a while," Yan Zhao said.


    Yan Peiheng nodded: "Alright."


    He had an appointment with Uncle Yan today, and they hadn''t seen each other for a long time, so they nned to chat and y a few rounds of chess. Little Wang would help them boil water and pour tea.


    With the arrangements at home settled, Chen Men and Yan Zhao took the two kids out.


    As they left, they clearly saw Little Wang waving goodbye to them at the door. But as soon as the car left the vige, Yan Zhao suddenly heard a thumping sound from the trunk. He stopped the car by the roadside, opened the trunk, and saw Little Wang lying inside, his face already turning blue.


    Having promised to stay with Grandpa, he sneaked into the trunk and came along?


    Yan Zhao was so angry that he almost raised his hand, but at that moment, Chen Men got out of the car and quickly said, "Alright, Qi Songlu is at home today, and Yan Wei will definitelye too. Little Wanging along is not a bad thing, it gives Dad and Qi Songlu a chance to get to know each other better."


    Everything, if you look at it one way and feel it''s wrong, just look at it from another angle.


    Try looking at it from a different perspective, and the anger will subside, right?


    Chen Men had an old-fashioned mentality, always calm andposed. Sometimes, she really couldn''t stand Yan Zhao''s youthful and impulsive temper.


    Yan Zhao drove, saying they were going to the train station. It was then that he wanted to tell Chen Men about the legendary life of the sales manager he had in mind.


    So, Yan Zhao began to narrate: "This person once ran with the wrong crowd and was quite famous in Xiping City. He served a year in prison, where the entire prison was filled with his enemies. However, within a year, not only did he not get beaten, but he quickly became the second-inmand to the prison boss. That year in prison was quitefortable for him."


    "Go on," Chen Men said.


    People, having been in prison doesn''t matter, as long as they know how to correct their mistakes.


    "After a year, he got out of prison and went to work as a salesperson in a liquor factory. In just half a year, he tripled the factory''s sales performance. To celebrate, the factory owner bought a Xiali car. But on the day of picking up the car, the owner got drunk and crashed into three people, not only losing everything inpensation but alsonding himself in prison. The liquor factory went bankrupt." Yan Zhao continued.


    Chen Men then asked, "What happened next?"


    "Next, he went to a motorcycle sales shop to sell motorcycles. The shop was barely surviving, but after he arrived, he managed to sell five motorcycles a day for three consecutive days. The owner got rich and went gambling, where he stabbed someone at the gambling table, causing the motorcycle shop to go bankrupt as well." Yan Zhao added.


    It sounded like this person was a jinx.


    But his sales ability was indeed strong; he could sell anything anywhere.


    Chen Men became even more curious about this person and quickly asked, "Then what, Brother Yan, tell me quickly."


    Little Wang and Little Lang were also listening intently, eager to hear what this sales genius did next.


    ording to Yan Zhao''s ount, this sales prodigy then sold soap, which also sold exceptionally well. However, after the cosmetics factory owner got rich, he took a mistress. The original wife, furious, burned down the factory, killing the owner.


    Then he went to sell sausages. His sales skills were top-notch, but after sales picked up, the sausage factory neglected production and identally included dead mice in some sausages. When these reached the market and were discovered by consumers, the factory was shut down by the industrial andmercial bureau.


    The owner didn''t die but got into a fight with the sales genius, stabbing him, and ended up in prison.


    After Yan Zhao finished telling the story, Chen Men was silent for a long time.


    Little Wang hesitated and said, "Dad, doesn''t it seem like every boss he works for gets into trouble?"


    Yuanyuan, who understood human affairs better, said, "Could it be that his horoscope is bad and he''s specifically inauspicious for bosses?"


    Chen Men nodded deeply: "He sounds like a talent, just a bit hard on the bosses."


    Then, Chen Men asked again, "Brother Yan, do you find me particrly annoying and want to get a new wife?"


    She was just joking, but Little Wang immediately eximed, even unbuckling his seatbelt.


    Little Lang also jumped up, shouting angrily, "Dad!"


    Yan Zhao, not ustomed to joking, stopped the car by the roadside: "Men, why would you think that?"


    Chen Men quickly waved her hand: "I was just joking, trying to lighten the mood, why are you all so serious?"


    The two boys sat back down, but Little Lang still looked unhappy, pouting his little mouth.


    Although they hadn''t met the person yet, hearing such a legendary story, Chen Men felt that Yan Zhao hadn''t been wrong; the person was indeed a sales prodigy.


    However, he was a bit too hard on the bosses; every boss he worked for seemed to end up either dead or injured.


    As the general manager of 271, Chen Men couldn''t help but feel a bit apprehensive. Could she handle someone like this?


    Before they knew it, they had arrived at the train station.


    The area around the train station was arge shantytown, mostly inhabited by migrant workers and streetwalkers.


    Yan Zhao wasn''t wearing his uniform today but a jacket. He got out of the car, signaling the children to stay close.


    As they walked, he exined to Chen Men: "Because he''s been bringing bad luck to his bosses, he''s now somewhat famous in Xiping City and can''t find a job. He''s been stealing and loitering around the train station, probably living in this area. I''ll catch him, and you talk to him. If you want him, take him to 271; if not, I''ll take him to the police station."


    It turned out he was a current criminal.


    With many Hong Kong and Taiwan films being crime dramas, the children had seen a lot of them. Hearing that their dad was going to catch a thief, even Yuanyuan was excited, walking stealthily but feeling particrly exhrated.


    Little Wang was even more eager, muttering to himself, "Stop right there, don''t move, I''m Yan Wangqi, Inspector of the Hong Kong Royal Police!"


    At the door of a small house, Yan Zhao signaled Chen Men and the children to step back and gently knocked twice.


    "Who is it?" someone inside asked.


    Yan Zhao deliberately lowered his voice, coughed once, and suddenly, a noise came from the side window. In the blink of an eye, someone jumped out of the window. While Yan Zhao was still chasing from the door, Little Lang, like a little leopard, sprinted over with his short legs and threw a punch.


    "Ouch!" the man groaned, clutching his stomach and bending over for a long time before Yan Zhao helped him straighten up. After a while, he managed to say, "What a hard punch."


    He was a gaunt man with long hair and a full beard.


    But at a nce, Yuanyuan recognized him and called out, "Uncle Hu."


    "Zhaodi? Oh, little girl, I was just watching ''Return to the City.'' You acted really well," the man said.


    But as he spoke, he suddenly shrugged, and if Yan Zhao hadn''t grabbed his neck, he would have tried to run again.


    Chen Men took a good look before recognizing him: "Hu Xiaohua, is that you?"


    Having brought misfortune to several bosses but excelling in sales, Chen Men had thought he was some kind of legendary figure, but it turned out to be Hu Xiaomei''s brother, Hu Xiaohua.


    Now Chen Men could ce him.


    Back then, he had been instructed by Yan Xishan to steal her money, which led to his imprisonment.


    After getting out of prison, he had wanted to continue working with Yan Xishan, but Chen Men disagreed, so he went out on his own.


    Three years had passed, and in that time, Hu Xiaohua had single-handedly brought down four bosses.


    As a police officer, Yan Zhao, and Hu Xiaohua, now a thief, thetter was naturally afraid when caught by the former.


    Raising his hands, Hu Xiaohua quickly said, "Sister-inw, I heard you''re now the general manager of a big factory. Be magnanimous, help me talk to Director Yan, let me go, I really didn''t steal or rob, I''ve been beggingtely."


    He was quite tall, taking after Hu Xiaomei in looks, and was quite handsome, though now he was as thin as a skeleton.


    Clutching his stomach and pointing at his rented small house, Hu Xiaohua added, "If you don''t believe me, go in and look. I just packed up my TV, nning to sell it for some money."


    Yan Zhao hadn''t deliberately mentioned Hu Xiaohua before, naturally fearing Chen Men would have preconceptions because he had stolen money from her and wouldn''t want him.


    Of course, at this moment, Chen Men couldn''t help but recall how during the divorce, Hu Xiaohua had stolen all her savings, causing her to endure those difficult days in Chen Vige.


    Yan Zhao noticed Chen Men''s expression changing gradually, guessing she didn''t want him, so he pulled him away, saying sharply, "Let''s go!"


    "Third Brother, I really haven''t stolen anythingtely," Hu Xiaohua pleaded.


    The children were backing away while Chen Men bit her red lips with her white teeth, remaining silent.


    Seeing no hope, Hu Xiaohua resigned himself, saying, "If it''s detention, so be it. At least the state will feed me for a few days."


    Chen Men stepped forward and suddenly pped Hu Xiaohua.


    When criminals break thew, they face legal consequences, but hitting someone was wrong of her. Hu Xiaohua dodged, and Yan Zhao pulled him behind himself, signaling Chen Men not to be impulsive.


    "Xiaohua, have you ever regretted stealing my money?" Chen Men said, raising her hand to strike again.


    Hu Xiaohua sneered, thinking a woman''s p had no strength, hitting his face like swatting a mosquito.


    He spat and said, "Sister-inw, my sister and mother are still in prison, and Brother Xishan was forced to leave with nothing because of you. Just because you married a good man like Yan Zhao? Hit me if you want, I don''t care, but I despise women who rely on men, and I always will."


    Even though he had fallen so low now, deep down, he still looked down on Chen Men.


    "Back then, Yan Xishan instructed you to steal my money, and you did it for Hu Xiaomei, but when it came time to go to prison, Hu Xiaomei didn''t even try to help you, choosing to pursue rich men instead." Chen Men stepped closer and spat back: "You were so loyal to Yan Xishan, treated him like a big brother, and now he''s Xiping City''s top coal boss, but he won''t even help you when you''re starving. I''m not just going to hit you, I''m going to mock you for being a brainless, blindly loyal dog."


    Hu Xiaohua said, "It''s not that Yan Xishan doesn''t want me, it''s you who doesn''t want me. Don''t think I don''t know that my Brother Xishan''s mines are all in your hands now."


    Chen Menughed coldly: "If Yan Xishan had just begged me a bit more, said even one word about how pitiful you are, I might have softened and taken you in. Do you know that in these three years, Yan Xishan hasn''t mentioned you once in front of me? Do you know why? Because Yan Xishan is about to be a People''s Representative now, he''s a respected figure in the business world, and he''s long forgotten about a dog like you."


    Hu Xiaohua had grown up following Yan Xishan in the streets, treating him as his big brother, being unwaveringly loyal.


    All along, he had thought it was Chen Men who refused to take him in, forcing him to live on the streets after his release from prison.


    But it turned out that after all he had done for Yan Xishan - bribing police, beating people, fighting for territory, risking his life - Yan Xishan had forgotten about him once he achieved sess and fame?


    In fact, a couple of years ago, Yan Xishan would asionally meet with Hu Xiaohua for drinks and chats, but in recent years, as Yan Xishan became increasingly busy, he truly had forgotten about Hu Xiaohua. Chen Men was telling the truth - as Yan Xishan gained status and moved in higher circles, he gradually cut ties with street-level followers like Hu Xiaohua.


    For Yan Xishan, this was a good thing, but for Hu Xiaohua, who had taken the fall for him, gone to prison for him, and shouldered so many of his crimes, hearing this news was like being struck by lightning.


    This was the first time the young man had tasted the vor of betrayal.


    "What should we do?" Yan Zhao''s eyes signaled to Chen Men, asking if she wanted to take Hu Xiaohua.


    "He''s just a thief, take him to the police station. I don''t want to see him," Chen Men said.


    Yan Zhao felt that while Hu Xiaohua had his faults, he was genuinely talented in sales, and since much time had passed and Hu Xiaohua had paid for his crimes, they could try using him for 271''s sake. This would be good for the factory.


    However, since Chen Men was angry, he let it go.


    He had handcuffs with him, so he cuffed Hu Xiaohua and signaled Chen Men to drive, taking Hu Xiaohua to the Jindong Branch Bureau.


    Throughout the journey, Chen Men maintained a low mood, keeping a stern face without speaking, asionally letting out deep sighs. Though the criminal was handcuffed, the children were quite frightened.


    At the police station entrance, Yan Zhao escorted Hu Xiaohua inside.


    The children sat quietly in the back, with the car''s atmosphere bing frighteningly silent.


    Suddenly, as if having made up her mind, Chen Men turned around and said, "Little Wang, go after your father and tell him that you all felt sorry for Hu Xiaohua and begged me to let him be a manager at 271. Tell him I couldn''t refuse you children and agreed, so he should bring Hu Xiaohua back."


    Little Wang opened the door to get out: "Alright!"


    Little Lang and Yuanyuan, being younger, were confused and said in unison, "But Mom, we never begged you!" They would never plead for a thief, a bad person.


    Little Wang turned back and tugged on Yuanyuan''s braid, saying, "Silly, this is called using both stick and carrot, showing both authority and kindness. It''s a boss''s strategy - you wouldn''t understand."


    With that, the little one jumped out of the car and ran towards the police station.


    Though young, Little Wang had an exceptional talent for business and reading people.


    He had seen that Chen Men wanted to use Hu Xiaohua from the moment she saw him.


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    Little Wang had seen through this too.


    However, Chen Men''s final move surprised Little Wang - he had thought she would personally plead with Yan Zhao to save Hu Xiaohua.


    Because that way, even if Hu Xiaohua still looked down on Chen Men, he would remember her kindness and work hard to repay it.


    But Chen Men chose to send him instead, and even said it was because the three children had begged her - this confused Little Wang. As he ran, he thought about it, and suddenly understood!


    Mom wanted Hu Xiaohua to be grateful to the three of them after he started working.


    Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda - someone rescued from the brink of starvation and desperation in the urban vige would remember their savior''s kindness for life. And Hu Xiaohua, who had once risked everything for Yan Xishan, proved he was someone who valued loyalty and gratitude, so he would surely remember this kindness forever.


    Little Wang stopped, looked back at the car, and saw his mom watching him, waving for him to hurry.


    Turning around, Little Wang ran on with a smile.


    This new mom, this beautiful, gentle new mom.


    Whatever she did, her ultimate goal was always for the good of the three of them...

 Chapter 113

    On a weekend, with only a few police officers on duty at the bureau, everyone gathered around curiously when they heard Bureau Chief Yan had personallye to arrest a thief.


    Hu Xiaohua, who spent his days pilfering, treated the police station like his second home and showed no fear.


    As for Chen Men, he secretly sneered at her - what was she but a factory owner? Without Yan Zhao''s backing, she''d be nothing.


    But suddenly, Little Wang ran in and told Yan Zhao that Little Lang, Yuanyuan, and their mother wanted to ask him to release Hu Xiaohua so he could sell goods at Factory 271.


    Hu Xiaohua, who had spent four full years following the same boss, always hoping to make it big but ending up in failure, stood there thunderstruck.


    Not only did Chen Men not want him to go to jail, but she was offering him a job?


    He figured it must be because she had connections to get the factory but couldn''t handle sales herself. The marketce was no ce for a woman - even with Yan Zhao''s backing, Chen Men couldn''t manage sales. Was sheing to beg him to sell products?


    Hu Xiaohua suddenly burst out: "Brother, no joke, in all of Xiping City, I''m the only one who can sellbs and condoms to monks! I can sell bras to young men and sanitary pads to old men - I really can sell anything!"


    Yan Zhao turned to look at Hu Xiaohua: "Men runs a military factory."


    "I know, Factory 271, the most prosperous factory in Xiping City. Look, I could even sell nes and artillery to farmers if you asked me to," Hu Xiaohua babbled frantically.


    He was born for sales and marketing, truly capable of selling sanitary pads to old men andbs and condoms to monks. He loved sales and knew every factory in Xiping City like the back of his hand.


    The workers at Factory 271 were all veterans, and he had some old connections with them. He''d seen them before - naturally simple-minded folks.


    Once he got there, he''d teach them a lesson.


    Let them see what a true talent who could thrive in today''s society looked like.


    Yan Zhao unclipped the keys from his belt but didn''t remove the handcuffs, staring intently at Hu Xiaohua.


    Under that stare, Hu Xiaohua''s scalp began to tingle.


    He used to steal in Jindong District, but Yan Zhao''s men were fiercer than wolves, forcing him to move his operations to the train station.


    Being from the same vige, Hu Xiaohua thought he understood Yan Zhao - he was stubborn as a mule, known throughout the city for his rigid mindset, only interested in work and maintaining order. By rights, he shouldn''t have been able to see through Hu Xiaohua''s cunning.


    But Yan Zhao''s deep eyes seemed to pierce right through him. A hand that had once held machine guns and machetes suddenly gripped Hu Xiaohua''s twig-like arm, causing searing pain, before twisting it.


    With a click, Yan Zhao had unlocked the handcuffs.


    But in unlocking them, he had also dislocated Hu Xiaohua''s arm.


    Anyone else might have fainted from fear rather than pain after having both arms dislocated by the police, but not Hu Xiaohua. Fighting through the pain, he kept saying: "Brother, thank you for dislocating these thieving arms of mine. Well done, brilliantly done, perfectly done! Brother, you truly are a magnificent, no, I mean, an excellent police officer!"


    Yan Zhao twisted again with another click, popping Hu Xiaohua''s arm back into ce.


    Looking at Hu Xiaohua''s pain-contorted face, Yan Zhao turned his head to face the red characters on the hall wall: "Reform yourself and start anew. From now on, Men is willing to overlook your past and employ you, but if you truly want to be a good person, you must work diligently, take sales seriously, treat Chen Men like your own sister, and the veterans like your family. If you can''t do that..."


    "I can, Brother, I really can," Hu Xiaohua said, quick to read the wind.


    "If you can''t, you''ll be back in jail," Yan Zhao said.


    Hu Xiaohua nodded repeatedly: "Brother, you''re my real brother, and Chen Men? She''s like my mother."


    Yan Zhao released his grip and patted Hu Xiaohua''s back twice: "Go on, your sister-inw is waiting."


    "Don''t worry, Brother. Sister-inw isn''t cunning like my sister or mother - she''s honest and kind. But rest assured, from now on, I''ll look after her," Hu Xiaohua continued ttering.


    Yan Zhao let out a light sigh, watching the still-slick Hu Xiaohua, remaining silent.


    Hu Xiaohua ran ahead while Yan Zhao followed, the handcuffs gleaming coldly in his hand.


    ...


    At Factory 271, it was the weekend. Local workers had gone home, and most of those from out of town had gone shopping or looking for dates. The vast factory was clean and silent. Xue Mingfang, as production manager, had seen through worldly desires after being dumped by Liu Jingjing and now focused solely on work, reading in his dormitory.


    Hearing about the arrival of a sales genius, he rushed downstairs so quickly he put his shoes on the wrong feet, like Cao Cao weing a guest without his shoes, eager to embrace and kiss the neer a hundred and twenty times.


    However, upon seeing Hu Xiaohua, he immediately rolled up his sleeves, nearly throwing a punch.


    "You bastard, you''re that train station pickpocket! I''ll beat you to death!"


    "Brother, let''s talk this through. I''m the guy who can sell condoms to monks!" Hu Xiaohua quickly raised his hands.


    It turned out that when Hu Xiaohua was pickpocketing at the train station, it was Xue Mingfang and his fellow veterans who had chased and caught him. This was why Hu Xiaohua knew so much about Factory 271, and though he smiled on the surface, he harbored deep hatred.


    For now, Hu Xiaohua was settled in this way.


    Xue Mingfang personally found him a single dormitory room and got him bedding, sheets, a thermos, and slippers from the welfare office. Seeing how skinny he was, he even cooked him two packages of instant noodles.


    As Hu Xiaohua wolfed down the noodles, Xue Mingfang''s eyes shot daggers at him.


    In any case, whether righteous soldiers or petty thieves, they were all Chen Men''s men now.


    After settling Hu Xiaohua, Chen Men needed to head home.


    On the way, she needed to call Yan Xishan to give him a heads-up.


    Because to handle Hu Xiaohua, she had ndered Yan Xishan.


    People in their circles believed in revenge, and she worried Hu Xiaohua might harbor hatred for Yan Xishan and harm himter.


    She made the call, and soon Yan Xishan called back: "Chen Men,e back quickly, I''m waiting for you at the vige entrance."


    Today, Yan Peiheng was at the Seventh Squad, specifically in what used to be Yan Xishan''s home. Back then, Yan Xishan''s father had been killed by the red five categories led by Yan Peiheng.


    Officially, they were enemies. Yan Xishan must have gotten the news ande to check, and now he was in the vige.


    Fearing another argument when they met, Chen Men quickly exined about ndering him and wanting Hu Xiaohua to handle sales before he could hang up.


    "Hurry back to the vige, we''ll talk in person." With a bang, Yan Xishan hung up.


    Having Yan Peiheng stay in his house was one thing, and turning his good friend Hu Xiaohua against him was another. Having been married to him, Chen Men knew his temper and guessed Yan Xishan must be furious now, ready for a fight to the death. So when heading home, she insisted on driving herself and made sure Yan Zhao sat in the back.


    As soon as they reached the vige entrance, Chen Men nervously scanned ahead like a startled rabbit. Yan Xishan was in his red Xiali car, which had been parked but suddenly elerated toward them the moment he spotted the Crown.


    Men mmed on the brakes and simply closed her eyes.


    Yan Xishan seemed ready to die with her.


    Of course, reason prevailed - no matter how angry Yan Xishan was, he was just trying to scare Chen Men.


    Just as the cars were about to collide, he hit the brakes and stopped.


    Getting out of the car in his well-fitted western suit, gold-rimmed sses, andrge leather shoes, his face beaming brighter than Fei Xiang''s, he stepped forward and yanked open the car door, starting to say: "Yan Zhao, I''m going to..."


    But when he opened the door, he saw Yuanyuan''s face: "Papa?"


    "It''s not good to curse in front of children," Yan Xishan quickly performed some stretching exercises and said, "Zhaodi, look at how well daddy exercises?"


    But when he faced Yan Zhao again, his expression immediately turned cold, gesturing for him to follow.


    After patting their bottoms and sending the children home first, Chen Men and Yan Zhao went into the abandoned coal yard.


    Having driven a wedge between them and Hu Xiaohua, Chen Men was prepared to be scolded. After all, from now on, Hu Xiaohua would be like a time bomb for Yan Xishan.


    However, Yan Xishan''s calmness was terrifying at this moment. He first offered Yan Zhao a cigarette, and seeing him decline, lit one for himself. Then, flicking his ZIPPO lighter with a smile, he said: "Men, when we were married, I wasn''t good to you. But I was poor then, I needed to make money, I was under pressure, I was being treated like a dog outside, I had anger inside me, and I could only vent it on you. You know that."


    Chen Men nodded, while Yan Zhao stood with his hands on his hips, his expression already turning unfriendly.


    But Yan Xishan wasn''t afraid. He suddenly took two deep drags of his cigarette, then flicked the burning end right at Yan Zhao''s face, lunging forward to grab his cor: "But I pray for Chen Men to live a long life, hoping that when I got money, she could live like a wealthydy." Gripping Yan Zhao''s cor, his face turned pale with anger: "Look at this living King of Hell, since marrying him, Chen Men, have you had a single peaceful day? Not only do you have to earn money to support yourself, but you also have to help his father with that damn military factory?"


    Then he shouted: "Yan Zhao, do you know that Hu Xiaohua brings bad luck? His own father was doomed because of him! I went bankrupt because of him, and every boss he works with goes bankrupt - it''s all because of his bad luck!"


    He didn''t give the married couple a chance to speak, pointing his finger at Yan Zhao''s nose, then asking Chen Men: "You love him, right? Just because he''s well-built and good-looking, isn''t it? But do you know he doesn''t love you at all? What does he love? Just like his father, he loves empty fame, he''s arrogant, he just wants you to raise his children."


    If he had insulted Chen Men directly, she could have argued back, but against these words, she had no rebuttal.


    Yan Xishan continued with genuine emotion: "Just the fact that he let Hu Xiaohua be your sales manager shows he has bad intentions!"


    Yan Zhao spread his arms, his clothes nearly torn by Yan Xishan, and tried to reason: "Xishan, don''t talk about superstitious beliefs. Xiaohua is a good kid, and Men can handle him. If she can''t, I''m here to help."


    Yan Xishan took another angry breath, his teeth chattering with rage, suddenly getting close to Yan Zhao''s face: "Chen Men was once my life, and she still is. If I hadn''t been foolish enough to divorce her... Who the hell are you? What right do you have to use my precious one like a workhorse?"


    Afraid he would say something worse, Chen Men pulled Yan Xishan away: "Get out of here."


    Yan Xishan wouldn''t fight with Chen Men, raising both hands and quickly saying: "You don''t know this, but when Yan Zhao went to Chen Family Vige for the matchmaking, he hadn''t even gotten his divorce certificate from Zhou Xueqin. He only got divorced from Zhou Xueqin after he''d secured you as his next wife. Men, this man has no heart. If something happens to you, he''ll find someone new tomorrow."


    As the saying goes, first marriages are foot to foot, second marriages are each to their own.


    Emotionally speaking, even without love, first marriage couples be family who depend on each other.


    But second marriage couples are forever like thieves to each other.


    Yan Xishan spoke with genuine concern, worried that something would happen to Chen Men. Her big wavy hair trembled with anger as she suddenly reached out and threw the lighter at Yan Zhao''s head: "You just wait and see."


    With that, he stormed off.


    Well, Chen Men had expected Yan Xishan to get angry, but she hadn''t expected him to get this upset.


    "Let''s go home," she said.


    Yan Zhao picked up Yan Xishan''s ZIPPO lighter and nodded.


    At home, surprisingly, Qi Songlu was cooking.


    Yan Sanye was ying chess with Yan Peiheng, while Yan Wei sat nearby, serving tea to the two elderly men.


    As soon as Chen Men entered, Yan Peiheng handed the chess game over to Yan Wei, indicating he wanted to talk with her.


    "Men just got back, she hasn''t had her afternoon nap today, she needs to rest. Whatever it is, we can talk about it in the afternoon," Yan Zhao said.


    After all that Yan Xishan had said, Yan Zhao didn''t know how to exin, but Chen Men looked very upset. Thinking carefully, what Yan Xishan said was true - Men''s second marriage wasn''t better than her first. In her first marriage, at least she could stay at home peacefully, just short on money.


    Now she was overwhelmingly busy, and all the major household expenses came from her earnings.


    Yan Zhao wasn''t good at exining things, he just wanted Chen Men to get some good rest, guessing she must be feeling very upset right now.


    But Yan Peiheng didn''t know his son and daughter-inw were in a mood.


    Instead, he thought his son was being like himself in his younger days, unreasonably and shamelessly protective, showing favoritism toward his wife.


    "What''s wrong with not sleeping for one day? I''m sixty years old and never take afternoon naps on weekends," Yan Peiheng said angrily. "If you''re the weak one, go take a nap yourself. Men is like me, she''s strong and doesn''t need rest."


    How did a normal conversation turn into personal attacks?


    So Yan Zhao asked Men: "Do you want to rest? If you do, I''ll ask Dad to leave?"


    "No need, you go do your things, I need to talk with Dad," Chen Men said.


    With Yan Peiheng standing right there, Yan Zhao couldn''t say more, so he left.


    Yan Peiheng still wanted to discuss with Chen Men about who should lease Factory 291, and about how the Lease Contract issued by the military logistics department included a use that Yan Peiheng had added: all military factories cannot be controlled by foreign capital, and the legal representative must have Hua Country citizenship.


    Although the old man didn''t know about how Gu Xiao had almost gained control of Factory 271, as a soldier of Hua Country, he had this awareness and consciousness, not wanting foreigners to have controlling shares.


    Chen Men read through it carefully and quite admired her father-inw. By not allowing foreign control, people like Gu Xiao would have no opportunity from the start.


    Yan Peiheng then handed the Contracting Agreement to Chen Men: "Currently, the most sincere candidate is thisrade Yu Xiaoqiao. She offered the highest earnest money, and herpany has the highest registered capital. Look, here''s her bank deposit certificate, showing a full 500,000."


    The contracting fee for Factory 291 was 300,000.


    After taking over, just like Factory 271, the nt would need renovation, raw materials, market development - all of these required money.


    Whoever had more money in their ount would find it easier to do business, and the leaders would favor them when deciding who to lease the factory to.


    In her previous life, Chen Men was just a housewife, only learning to do business in this life.


    Yu Xiaoqiao, on the other hand, was a business veteran of decades - they weren''t even in the same league.


    However, with memories from her previous life, she felt obligated to help Yan Peiheng if she could.


    As for Factory 291, from a personal perspective, because Yu Xiaoqiao wouldter produce toxic milk powder, she didn''t want the military district to contract it to her, just as instinctively as she didn''t want Yu Xiaoqiao to marry Xiong Dapao, even though she couldn''t interfere.


    She suddenly remembered something and said: "By the way, Dad, a bank deposit slip is just proof of deposit, it doesn''t mean Yu Xiaoqiao actually has 500,000 in her ount. Why don''t you have them check her bank transaction records?"


    Xiong Dapao did have money - Gu Xiao had invested a full million in him.


    But after importing new equipment from abroad and hiring several technical engineers from Mysia at high sries to conduct detoxification experiments for paint, that money was mostly spent.


    500,000 wasn''t a small sum - where would Yu Xiaoqiao get such money?


    Even the most corrupt high-ranking military and political officials in the country couldn''t embezzle that much money in this era.


    So Chen Men suspected that the other party might have fabricated fake bank records, trying to get something for nothing.


    If this could be proven, Yu Xiaoqiao would lose her qualification to contract Factory 291.


    Yan Peiheng promptly said: "Alright, tomorrow I''ll have Secretary Mao send someone to the bank to investigate this matter." Then, he changed the subject, pointing outside the window: "Men, that youngdy seems quite nice."


    While Chen Men and her husband were out, lunch was prepared by Qi Songlu.


    She was a local from Xiping City and had only made Saozi noodles for lunch, Qishan style, which particrly suited Yan Peiheng''s taste. The old man had eaten three bowls and was still feeling full.


    "You want me to y matchmaker for Second Brother, don''t you?" Chen Men could tell from the old man''s expression that he wanted Qi Songlu as his daughter-inw.


    Yan Peiheng said, "Your second brother says he quite likes that youngdy, and mentioned she''s your employee. Help your brother out - it''s time he had a family."


    Chen Men immediately replied, "Second Brother used to do everything around the house, but look at him now - sittingfortably ying chess in the courtyard, not lifting a finger. What do you think his attitude towards Mi Lan is?"


    The old man had a personality just like Yan Zhao''s - the type to act swiftly and decisively.


    "Yan Wei!" the old man shouted. "Go make dinner in the kitchen!"


    "I''m ying chess with Third Uncle," Yan Wei had learned to bezy and was quite enjoying it.


    "Yan Wangqi, you go y chess with your third uncle," said Yan Peiheng.


    Little Wang, who had just been ordered by Yan Zhao to do horse stance under the sandbag, was delighted at the chance to y chess instead.


    The young man bounded over and bumped his second uncle right off his seat.


    Yan Wei walked into the kitchen with a smile, saw Qi Songlu picking green beans, and asked, "Need any help?"


    "No," she replied.


    Yan Weizily sat down on a stool, quite content.


    Just because Qi Songlu had rejected his proposalst time, he wasn''t worried. He believed Chen Men would definitely help arrange their marriage.


    He thought marrying Qi Songlu was just a matter of time.


    But just then, Qi Songlu suddenly said, "Oh right, your ex-wife Mi Lan called me a few days ago. She said you proposed eight times before, and during your ten years of marriage, she had breakfast in bed every day. She also said she wants you back for remarriage. When are you leaving?"


    Yan Wei jumped up in shock.


    Mi Lan was in the capital now, with no ie and living quite miserably. She often called to pester him, wanting to remarry.


    But ever since Yan Wei met the hardworking, kind, and gentle Qi Songlu, he finally understood what a good woman should be like. Now he absolutely detested Mi Lan and would never remarry her.


    But how did Mi Lan get Qi Songlu''s phone number?


    Was she crazy? How could she tell Qi Songlu about their private life?


    No wonder Qi Songlu rejected his proposal and had been so cold towards him.


    It turned out Mi Lan was behind all this.


    Now Yan Wei didn''t dare bezy anymore. He obediently went to fetch water and wash vegetables, as well-behaved as a rabbit.


    While Yan Wei suddenly became industrious, Yan Zhao had been working non-stop since arriving - sweeping the courtyard, doingundry for the children, and even making sure to clean Chen Men''s car spotlessly.


    With the men doing the work, the women could rx. Qi Songlu had seen how efficiently Yan Zhao worked before.


    But feeling he was especially diligent today, she went to the bedroom and asked Chen Men, "Boss Chen, what''s going on with Bureau Chief Yan today? He''s working unusually hard."


    What else could it be - he''d been scolded by Yan Xishan today.


    In fact, Chen Men knew that Zhou Xueqin had used custody of the children to force Yan Zhao to date her, only getting the divorce certificate after he agreed.


    And Yan Xishan was angry because he worried Hu Xiaohua would bring misfortune to her.


    But in reality, during the 1990s, most nouveau riche died from their inability to handle their sudden wealth.


    Hu Xiaohua was too capable - he could make bosses rich, but it was their inability to handle their wealth that caused their downfall.


    Yan Zhao didn''t believe in superstition - he sought out Hu Xiaohua to help him, which Chen Men could understand.


    Yan Xishan said her remarriage would bring her more hardship, which was true. But for Chen Men, who had been a frustrated rich housewife her whole previous life, having money and a career while enduring some hardship was better than anything else.


    Yan Zhao was working as diligently as a robot vacuum today because he thought she was angry, trying hard to make up for it.


    Chen Men wasn''t actually angry, but she was happy to let Yan Zhao do more work, so she said nothing.


    So she told Qi Songlu, "It''s nothing. You go rest too, and don''t be too nice to Yan Wei. That man is..."


    "Desperate for attention," Qi Songlu finished with a smile before turning to leave.


    However, by evening, Chen Men gradually felt something wasn''t quite right. No matter how poor Yan Zhao was at expressing himself, after Yan Xishan had tried to drive them apart like that, he should at least show her some affection. Plus, she had been pretending to be angry and hadn''t left the room all day.


    She thought Yan Zhao should be worried and anxious today.


    But when he came back after washing up, why did he look so happy? What was there to be happy about?


    The man got into bed, lifted the covers, and crawled in.


    She was pretending to be angry, but not only was he unafraid, he couldn''t hide his joy. Chen Men felt ufortable. She wanted to argue, but needed a reason first, so she casually said, "Bureau Chief Yan, you seem quite happy today."


    Yan Zhao sat on the edge of the bed, smoothed out the pillowcase Chen Men had wrinkled, looked at her for a moment, and said solemnly, "I fully ept Xishan''s criticism today."


    His attitude was quite sincere, making it impossible for Chen Men to start an argument. She just made a nomittal sound.


    Then Yan Zhao continued, "I know you love me very much, and you love my children too. This love has made things very difficult for you. But trust me, I won''t let you down like my father did."


    Chen Men was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized why Yan Zhao was so happy today - during the argument, Yan Xishan had pointed at her and mentioned why she loved Yan Zhao.


    And Yan Zhao had believed it.


    He actually thought she truly loved him that much!


    Chen Men thought to herself that these men must have some misunderstandings about women.


    After suffering so much in her previous life and being hurt by two men like that, how could she possibly love another man again?


    Wasn''t money better? Wasn''t having a career better?


    But she had never seen Yan Zhao so happy before, so she could only go along with it. She patted the pillow and said softly, "Let''s sleep."


    This wife, gentle as water - in Yan Zhao''s eyes, she was both shy and charming, both gentle and moving. And who would have thought she would love him and his children so deeply?


    "You can handle Hu Xiaohua, right?" Hey down, suppressing the excitement in his chest and said, "If not, I''ll use force again."


    Chen Men said with certainty, "I can."


    Just to show Xiong Dapao that Factory 271 could operate without him, Chen Men had to handle Hu Xiaohua.


    After all, mountains may fall, waters may dry up, and people will age - in the end, one must rely on oneself.


    Especially women.


    As for Yan Xishan, he spent several days at work unable to eat or sleep, distracted and anxious. He worried that Hu Xiaohua would bring misfortune to Chen Men. He knew better than anyone that while Hu Xiaohua was capable, he looked down on Menpletely. She couldn''t possibly handle him. If something happened to her, if she was hurt or worse, what would happen to Yuanyuan? If Men ended up bedridden, he would definitely put aside past grievances and take care of her, even cleaning up after her - for the rest of his life.


    Because she was the mother of his child, the woman who had stayed with him through poverty when he couldn''t even afford underwear.


    But he was still angry, worried that Yan Zhao might quietly find someone else if something happened, and Men would be devastated and heartbroken.Aliali: 6743d32ec4f3f33ac438d8b1


    He wasn''t afraid of anything else - just of Men being heartbroken.


    The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Yan Xishan was so impulsive he even considered just running Hu Xiaohua over with his car.


    But then he thought about how Hu Xiaohua had once been his brother, had stuck his neck out for him - if he really killed him, wouldn''t that make himself worse than an animal?


    Maybe he should run over Yan Zhao instead?


    If he killed Yan Zhao, maybe he and Men could return to how things were before.


    He had money and fame now - wouldn''t that be good?


    However, this crazy, unreasonable idea disappeared without a trace after one phone call.


    Today, the People''s Congress Organization Committee officially notified him that Yan Xishan had been selected as a new delegate to the People''s Congress.


    He would be able to enter the Great Hall of the People''s Congress, representing farmer entrepreneurs in congressional meetings!


    Immediately, he forgot all about Chen Men and Yuanyuan, happily going off to enjoy his fame and glory.

 Chapter 114

    As they say, while unlucky in love, one can be lucky in career.


    Yan Xishan not only got elected as a People''s Representative and appeared on TV, but he was also about to attend the People''s Congress meeting.


    Adding to his good fortune, some businessmen from the South had approached him recently to discuss a major deal worth 500,000 yuan.


    Moreover, they suggested conducting the transaction in cash to avoid taxes, offering to sign both official and unofficial contracts.


    This meant they would officially document only 200,000 yuan in the contract, with the remaining 300,000 yuan going directly to Yan Xishan - essentially opening the door for him to embezzle money from the miningpany.


    Previously, Yan Xishan would never have considered embezzlement. After all, he had been acquiring small mining operations and installing safety production lines. Now, his Western Mountain Company controlled 30% of Xiping City''s mining resources. Since installing the safety measures, despite asional flooding and cave-ins, there had been zero worker fatalities - which was the primary reason he was elected as a People''s Representative.


    If he pocketed the money, thepany wouldck funds to acquire other small mines, ultimately hurting his own interests.


    It would be like cutting off his own flesh to eat - pointless and painful.


    However, after much hesitation, Yan Xishan decided to quietly embezzle this sum.


    He wouldn''t waste this money frivolously. He nned to save it in case Chen Men got injured or disabled because of Hu Xiaohua, and Yan Zhao abandoned her. He would use this money to hire someone to deal with Yan Zhao, that heartless man.


    With this in mind, Yan Xishan prepared to meet the Southern businessmen.


    Before leaving, he called Chen Men to tell her about the Southern businessmen, adding: "Men, please be very careful and mind your safety. Remember, if you ever get hurt,e to me first."


    "Why would Ie to you?" Chen Men asked.


    "You silly girl, if you be bedridden, I''ll take care of you for life. If you end up in prison, I''ll raise Zhaodi and build a small house outside the prison, waiting for you forever," Yan Xishan dered passionately.


    Before he could finish, the line went dead - Chen Men had hung up.


    This woman was heartless and stubborn. Initially, Yan Xishan felt guilty about embezzlingpany funds, but since Chen Men was so confident, he wouldn''t be polite anymore. He couldn''t go to prison for murder himself, so he had to embezzle this money to teach Yan Zhao a lesson!


    ...


    Meanwhile, at Chen Men''s side.


    It was April, and Factory 271, after a quarter of preparation, was about to hold its order fair.


    Whether Hu Xiaohua had real ability and was truly a sales genius would be determined by his performance during this period.


    As a viger, Hu Xiaohua was well-known to everyone.


    News of Men hiring Hu Xiaohua spread through the vige within two days. Recently, many people had been trying to persuade Chen Men to fire him. This talk became so widespread that even the children were worried their mother might get into trouble because of Hu Xiaohua.


    Today was weekend, so there was no school. Yan Peiheng, who had been on a business trip in Henan during the week, had returned home for the weekend. Seeing their stern grandfather at home, the children refused to let Chen Men go to work alone. They all packed their schoolbags, insisting on going with her.


    Yan Zhao also had to go out today.


    Recently, several strange cases had urred in Jinnan involving local nouveau riche. The pattern was simr: wealthy men allegedly attempting to rape married women in hotels, failing, and then being caught in the act by the women''s husbands.


    Attempted rape currently didn''t carry prison time under thew, but requiredpensation.


    The amounts ranged from 3,000 to 35,000 yuan, and at least a dozen wealthy men in Xiping City had lost money this way.


    One case might be coincidental.


    But with so many prostitutes and mistresses avable in the city, and most wealthy men already keeping mistresses, why would they suddenly all be so desperate to rape married women?


    This was clearly a honey trap scam.


    The wealthy being ckmailed wasn''t the worst part - these extortion cases led to new tragedies. For instance, after one wealthy man was ckmailed, his wife believed he had actually attempted rape. Unable to ept this, she cooked porridgeced with rat poison, killing herself, her husband, and their three children in one night.


    The youngest boy was about Little Lang''s age. When Yan Zhao arrived at the scene, the boy was still alive, foaming at the mouth and pleading, "Police uncle, save me, save me!"


    Yan Zhao was so angry he went to the shooting range and fired a ten-round burst just to calm down.


    That''s why he believed these honey trap cases needed to be solved and dealt with quickly.


    However, the cases urred in Jinnan, outside his jurisdiction. The Jinnan police held old-fashioned views, considering these scams as criminals targeting criminals, preferring to let the parties settle privately. In fact, from the cases Yan Zhao had heard about, it seemed the Jinnan police were deliberately helping the scammers increase their extortion amounts, with one case reaching 50,000 yuan.


    So today he was going to Jinnan to look into these cases.


    He couldn''t forget how that poisoned child had grown cold in his arms.


    Since it was on the way, he caught a ride with Chen Men, and the whole family headed to Jinnan.


    Chen Men was quite busy after leaving home. She first stopped at Chen Degong''s current construction site to check on her older brother and personally inspect the steel bars, cement, and sand to ensure he wasn''t using substandard materials in his construction work. After giving some additional instructions, she drove toward Jinnan.


    Having a private car made things much faster - while public transport from Jindong to Jinnan would take at least three hours of bumpy riding, Chen Men''s drive took only half an hour to reach the Jinnan Police Station.


    In Xiping City, the police at Jindong Branch were quite calm when they saw Yan Zhao, as they were formerrades and brothers.


    But other branches were different. On this weekend, the duty officer felt like he''d seen a ghost when he encountered the "Living King of Hell."


    When he heard Yan Zhao wanted to investigate the honey trap cases, the duty officer secretly cursed him for meddling but didn''t dare dy. He hurriedly led him upstairs to the archives room.


    While serving tea, he thought to himself about why this "Living King of Hell" was stuck in a branch office despite his achievements.


    He was simply too nosy.


    Those nouveau riche deserved what they got.


    If they hadn''t been so desperate and lustful, how could they have fallen for the honey traps?


    Of course, outwardly he maintained a smile and quickly called their bureau chief toe discuss the cases with Yan Zhao.


    Back to Chen Men, in her office, each child sat on a chair doing homework at her desk. The children were multitasking, scribbling while waiting for Hu Xiaohua.


    Finally, Hu Xiaohua arrived.


    After a week of good meals and a new military uniform, hisplexion had improved noticeably.


    Butpared to Xue Mingfang, who stood straight and appeared handsome and militant, he waszy and sloppy,cking both image and dignity - looking just like a traitor who guided Japanese troops in war movies.


    "Hey, Little Zhaodi, Little Wang, Little Lang, how are you?" he greeted the children.


    The three children immediately became alert, especially Little Wang, whose ears perked up like a rabbit''s. The children were worried this man might bully their mother.


    Today''s task was to call the old distributors and notify them about the uing order fair. Hu Xiaohua, who looked down on Chen Men, grabbed the phone directory to show off: "Sister-inw, say no more, I''ll make the calls and guarantee all distributors wille."


    Then, trying to undermine Xue Mingfang, he added: "We market veterans are different from these naive old guns. Let me show you my PR skills today."


    Chen Men snatched the directory from his hands and, ignoring him, asked Xue Mingfang: "Among our current distributors, who''s the most difficult one, the one who curses you the most on the phone? Give me that number."


    There was a distributor in Kaifeng, Henan, named Shen Changqi, nicknamed "Always Angry," who had an extremely bad temper. He was also Xiong Dapao''s close friend and the first to announce he would stop cooperating with Factory 271.


    Xue Mingfang pulled out his phone, and when he saw Chen Men about to make a call, he worried she might get yelled at, so he said, "Commander, let me make the call. Shen Changqi has a bad temper, and I''m afraid he might yell at you."


    By then, Chen Men had already dialed the number and gestured for Xue Mingfang to be quiet. She cheerfully said hello: "Manager Shen, it''s the weekend, are you busy?"


    "Who are you? Why are you calling me? Do I know you?" The person on the other end indeed sounded unfriendly.


    "I''m Chen Men, the General Manager of Dongpai Clothing. How are the product salestely? I heard from my staff that among all our distributors, you have the strongest sales ability. They all really admire you," Chen Men said.


    After a pause, the other party surprisingly replied, "You''re nning a merchandise ordering fair, right? Which day? I''lle and support you."


    Chen Men smiled, agreed on the time, hung up the phone, and solemnly handed the contact book to Hu Xiaohua: "Xiaohua, now I''ve handled the most difficult one, I''ll leave the rest to you."


    Hu Xiaohua was stunned but said, "Sister-inw, I''ve noticed you''re really good at public rtions. Why do you still need me?"


    Seeing that he wouldn''t take the contact book, Chen Men pped it against his chest: "Because I''m the boss, and of course I can do everything, but my main job is being the boss, not chasing clients. Get to work."


    Like a miracle, after a group of soldiers spent an entire week training Hu Xiaohua on walking, posture, speaking, and even tone - especially since he always liked to call Chen Men "sister-inw," which everyone disapproved of and insisted he call her "Commander" - he had refused to change.


    But at this moment, he suddenly stood straight and saluted: "Yes, Commander!"


    Turning around, he actually marched away in military step.


    Xue Mingfang waspletely dumbfounded.


    Wasn''t Hu Xiaohua supposed to be fearless? How did he suddenly be so proper?


    And that Manager Shen Changqi, who usually cursed when speaking and imed he would never attend ordering fairs, how did Chen Men convince him with just three sentences on the phone to happily agree to attend?


    The Commander had only spoken a few ordinary sentences, how did she manage it?


    After Hu Xiaohua left, Xue Mingfang scratched his head, unable to figure it out, and left as well.


    Chen Men was very busy and needed to check on production in the workshop, so she closed the door and left too.


    As soon as she left, Little Wang nudged Yuanyuan''s elbow: "Do you know why Mom just called that distributor?"


    Yuanyuan said, "I don''t know, but brother, Uncle Hu Xiaohua seems so annoying, I''m afraid he might hurt Mom."


    "No way, he nowpletely admires Mom," Little Wang said, then poked Little Lang and asked, "Do you know why that distributor agreed toe right after Mom called?"


    Little Lang paused for a moment and said, "Maybe Mom will buy him good food and snacks."


    Little Wang flicked this silly boy''s forehead, suddenly feeling that in this world, perhaps no one but himself could understand Mom.


    The reason Chen Men called the most difficult distributor in front of Hu Xiaohua and sessfully convinced him was to intimidate Hu Xiaohua, to let him know that her abilities far exceeded his.


    The strong always admire those who are stronger than themselves.


    Only this way would Hu Xiaohua genuinely admire Chen Men and stop ying games, focusing instead on work.


    And the reason Chen Men could convince the most bad-tempered distributor with just a few words was because hot-tempered people usually love being praised. Whether or not Shen Changqi was actually the strongest distributor, Chen Men''s ttery about his sales ability made him happy, and once happy, of course he would cheerfully agree toe.


    Killing two birds with one stone - that was his mother''s way.


    Little Wang admired his mother not only in life but also in work.


    The life of a master is indeed lonely - only Little Wang understood his mother''s wisdom!


    Of course, this was just Little Wang''s perspective.


    In his eyes, his mother was like a martial arts master, invincible in the world, but Chen Men had her own worries.


    Walking in the workshop, suddenly, her mobile phone rang.


    Immediately, all the young workers looked up: "Commander, answer the phone!"


    This gadget was so novel that wherever it went, all eyes were drawn to it.


    The ivory-colored mobile phone even had caller ID function - whenever someone called, Chen Men could see who was calling.


    The number was Xiong Dapao''s, so Chen Men left the workshop.


    Getting straight to the point, Xiong Dapao spoke in a surprised tone: "Manager Chen, I heard you hired Hu Xiaohua?"


    Then immediately: "Hu Xiaohua is famous throughout Xiping City for bringing bad luck to his father, mother, and bosses."


    Followed by: "Let''s not joke around, fire him immediately, I''ll help you organize your ordering fair."


    Business is like warfare - there are no eternal enemies, nor eternal friends.


    Peoplee together for money and fall out over interests - it''smonce.


    Xiong Dapao would turn against others for profit, but when life and death were at stake, he would also swallow his pride and actively seek reconciliation, becausepared to profit, life was more important.


    "Manager Xiong, I was wrong when you visited my homest time, I apologize to you," Chen Men said.


    As soon as she conceded, Xiong Dapao opened up: "Sister-inw, you said before that you didn''t intentionally reject me, and I''m very grateful for that. You married the Colonel, and I''m genuinely happy about that, but I need to find someone too, and I want to find someone just like you - capable, refined, cultured, excellent in every way. Yu Xiaoqiao returned from abroad, she''s a bit older and has dated others before, but she wants to build a career. She''s as excellent as you, so I don''t mind these things, and I''m serious about marrying her, I must show my sincerity, I can''t let her look down on me. I was too impulsive that day, I should apologize to you too."


    Chen Men didn''t want to discuss this, so she changed the subject: "How about Manager Yu, can she handle Factory 291?"


    Speaking of Yu Xiaoqiao, Xiong Dapao not only liked her but admired her immensely: "She''s especially good at building rtionships, she should be able to establish some connections and secure Factory 291 soon."


    It wasn''t that Chen Men had evil thoughts.


    When men associate with a beautiful woman who has no background, they definitely harbor other intentions. Would someone like Xiong Dapao help Chen Men purely out of loyalty? No, he just wanted to show off his abilities in front of her, and in the darkest corners of his heart, he wanted her to regret not marrying him.


    Yu Xiaoqiao was so good at building rtionships, could it be that those men truly appreciated her abilities?


    When men and women drink together, could there really be no dirty jokes at the table? After drinking, could all men really remain gentlemanly and keep their hands to themselves?


    Unfortunately, although Xiong Dapao was worldly, his military background meant he didn''t encounter the world''s darker side and thus didn''t think about these things.


    Moreover, thinking ahead, although Xiong Dapao was currently the richest man in Xiping City.


    But in the future, Chen Men had never heard of him - did this mean that after he married Yu Xiaoqiao, he angered some of her powerful patrons and was consequently eliminated by them?


    In business, being wealthy for one year is chance, for ten years is luck, and being wealthy for decades like Lu Jingyu requires being the craftiest of the crafty. Xiong Dapao was loyal and good-hearted, but ultimately, he probably died halfway due to Yu Xiaoqiao.


    Thinking about this, although difficult, Chen Men naturally wanted to persuade Xiong Dapao to think carefully and observe Yu Xiaoqiao more closely. After consideration, she said: "Manager Yu must attend many drinking asions since she''s so good at building rtionships. You should advise her to take care of her health with all that drinking."


    "She does attend quite a few drinking asions, but she told me it''s mainly to build resources in the early stages, after all, we''re not like you who naturally have high-ranking officials as backing. Once we secure Factory 291, she''ll do business properly like you, and also..." at this point, Xiong Dapao suddenly chuckled, then continued, "take care of my son as well as you take care of Little Lang and Little Wang."


    Chen Men was already quite worried about Xiong Dapao, and her heart ached when he said that.


    As a single father, like Yan Zhao, he didn''t ask for much. He just wanted to find a good woman who would take care of his son, just as Chen Men cared for Little Wang and Little Lang, to be a good stepmother.


    "Your son must like Manager Yu too, right?" Chen Men asked.


    Xiong Dapao sighed, "My little troublemaker has met Xiaoqiao a few times, but you know how kids are - who likes a stepmother? He''s making a huge fuss, doesn''t want me to get married."


    This made sense. If Chen Men remembered correctly, Yu Xiaoqiao had never had children because she particrly disliked them, to the point where she didn''t even bother hiding it.


    "How about this - bring your son and Manager Yu to the order fair? My kids will be there too. Let''s have the children meet each other," Chen Men suggested.


    "That would be great, my son really wants to meet your daughter," Xiong Dapao agreed immediately.


    Yu Xiaoqiao and Xiong Dapao had just started dating, and already the child didn''t like it. At the order fair, they would have to spend half a day together, and Chen Men was certain that Yu Xiaoqiao wouldn''t have that much patience.


    Since Xiong Dapao cared most about his son, if things went wrong between Yu Xiaoqiao and his son, he would probably seriously reconsider getting married for now.


    Chen Men put this matter aside for the moment.


    Speaking of which, while Hu Xiaohua lived a pitiful life, his reputation as Manager Ke had now spread overseas.


    Just as she returned to the office after hanging up the phone, Little Wang came with the phone: "Mom, Grandpa Gu is calling."


    Though Gu Xiao was far away in Singapore, he knew everything about Factory 271, where he held shares.


    After all, with Yan Dongping in Xiping City, he would immediately report everything Chen Men did to Gu Xiao.


    Yan Dongping couldn''t speak without exaggerating, and he had greatly embellished the story about Hu Xiaohua being born under an unlucky star to Gu Xiao.


    Chen Men thought Gu Xiao was calling to persuade her to fire Hu Xiaohua.


    But that wasn''t it. Gu Xiao was an old businessman with the eyes of a fox, and he saw things differently: "Miss Chen, it sounds like Hu Xiaohua is a very cunning person. Though he has ability, I''m worried you can''t control him. I have a solution for this..."


    "Please tell me." Chen Men was naturally polite to her investor.


    "Find a charge to have Yan Zhao arrest him, detain him, and then you bail him out. He''ll remember your kindness." After a pause, Gu Xiao continued, "At the same time, you must spread the word about Hu Xiaohua''s unlucky fate throughout Xiping City, until everyone knows about it. Make it so no boss in Xiping City except you dares to hire him. Then he''ll have no choice but to work devotedly for us!"


    As expected of an old business fox - his thinking perfectly aligned with what Yan Zhao had done.


    It was somewhat cruel, but although Hu Xiaohua had ability, he was like a defeated dog - no one would give him a bowl of rice to eat except working desperately for Chen Men.


    It was almost lunchtime, and seeing that Hu Xiaohua hadn''t left his office, Chen Men personally brought him lunch. She found him sitting on the floor, holding the phone, listening to a customer.


    The customer was cursing on the phone: "Are you an idiot or what? Is something wrong with your brain? I already said I refuse to cooperate anymore. If you keep calling to harass me, I''ll curse your father to die early and your mother to be unfaithful, and your children to be born without anuses."


    "Oh my dear brother, how did you know about my father dying early and my mother being unfaithful?" Hu Xiaohua held the phone, smiling as bright as spring: "You really are my dear brother! Come to the order fair, give your brother a chance to earn a meal. Though my father died early and mother was unfaithful, children can''t be born without anuses, brother."


    The other party was stunned by his response, said "fine," and hung up.


    Sessfully closing a deal, Hu Xiaohua sat on the floor, looked up at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh.


    Father died early, mother was unfaithful, sister became someone''s mistress as soon as she grew up - Hu Xiaohua had grown up under people''s contemptuous looks. When being looked down upon became a habit, he not only didn''t fear being cursed at, he would feel itchy if he didn''t get cursed at for a day.


    "Oh, sister-inw, why are you personally bringing me lunch?" Seeing Chen Mene in, he quickly stood up.


    Chen Men handed the enamel cup to Hu Xiaohua and said deliberately: "Your mother and sister didn''t do much wrong except for being unfaithful. Murder requires paying with one''s life, breaking thew requires serving time, but after serving the sentence, one can start anew. If customers curse too badly, just stop calling them, find another one. We''re the manufacturer, customers need our clothes to make money, we should be the masters. Don''t be so subservient."


    Hu Xiaohua was stunned: "Losing one customer means losing money."


    "We can make money with other customers. Dignity is more important than money, understand?" After saying this, Chen Men left.


    Hu Xiaohua took a breath, suddenly feeling that he probably couldn''t oust this boss Chen Men.


    Because she was different from all the other bosses he had worked for - other bosses would rather have money than life.


    Only she would rather have dignity than money.


    Chen Men was the culprit who sent his mother and sister to prison, but she was also the only one who said that Qi Dongmei and Hu Xiaomei could start anew once they got out of prison. When Yan Zhao had said these words about starting anew, Hu Xiaohua felt nothing.


    But when Chen Men said it, his heart suddenly ached.


    Picking up the food cup and phone, he knew he could win over ten more difficult distributors today - this was his instinct!


    After the children had lunch at the factory and Chen Men finished her work, Yan Zhao called to say he was done with his work, so Chen Men took the children to pick up Yan Zhao at Jinnan Branch Bureau.Aliali: 6744814f3f33ac44271f6


    The bureau chief of Jinnan Branch, named Huang Hong, had spent half the weekend discussing honey traps with Yan Zhao.


    After spending so much time talking and having to smile and speak nicely to see this living King of Hell off at the bureau entrance.


    After waiting for a while, Chen Men''s champagne-colored Crown arrived, nearly blinding their eyes.


    Chen Men needed to take a call, so she parked by the roadside, giving Huang Hong another chance to observe the luxury car up close.


    Seeing Huang Hong sighing continuously, the duty officer thought he was upset about being bullied by Yan Zhao, so he tried tofort him: "Chief Huang, anyway, Yan Zhao is stubborn and has offended many leaders, he won''t get promoted, what are you worried about?"


    "You don''t understand. Luxury cars and beautiful women go together. If I had such a wife, I''d be willing to be a beat cop forever, never getting promoted," said Huang Hong.


    Recently, Deputy Bureau Chief Zheng from the city bureau was about to be promoted to the provincial department. Huang Hong had given many gifts and ttered well, and was about to be promoted to deputy bureau chief at the city bureau.


    But he envied Yan Zhao more - having such a beautiful wife who was also business-savvy, could drive, picked up and dropped off her husband for work, and was Xiping City''s first female nouveau riche!


    How infuriating.


    That damned living King of Hell!

 Chapter 115

    Although it wasn''t a case from his own district, Yan Zhao had been secretly investigating the honeytrap gang.


    When the higher-ups found out, Deputy Director Zheng called to hint that Yan Zhao shouldn''t overstep his bounds, warning that leaders from other precincts wouldin about his jurisdictional overreach.


    But being known as stubborn as a mule, Yan Zhao naturally wouldn''t listen to advice. He persisted in investigating the case, which resulted in precinct chiefs from several other districts cursing andining about him to their superiors daily.


    Meanwhile, Chen Men''s side was preparing for the uing trade fair.


    Hu Xiaohua was shamelessly inviting distributors from all over the country to attend.


    The factory guesthouse had been thoroughly cleaned and repainted. The factory''s oldmuter bus was brought out, repainted, had parts repaired, and fitted with soft seats for shuttle service.


    Under the guidance of a designer from Hong Kong, the factory had built a stage and hired models from Shanghai who were rehearsing for the fashion show. The event would feature both fashion disys and performances, followed by a dinner for the distributors. The goal was to secure orders, with Chen Men nning for 500,000 yuan in contracts.


    A return of 500,000 yuan would ensure Factory 271''s operations for the next quarter.


    The husband and wife were each busy with their own affairs, which normally wouldn''t intersect.


    But just a few days before the trade fair, while Chen Men was busy, Yan Zhao suddenly called: "Men, quickly get 20,000 yuan and bring it to the Kaiyuan Hotel."


    "What do you need 20,000 yuan for?" Chen Men asked.


    Yan Zhao said: "There''s some trouble with Xishan over here, need money."


    Just recently, Yan Zhao and Yan Xishan had gotten into a fight, with Yan Xishan even throwing a lighter at Yan Zhao''s head, causing arge bump. How were these two together again?


    And if Yan Xishan needed money, why was Yan Zhao calling her?


    Before Chen Men could ask more questions, Yan Zhao had already hung up. So she had to find the nearest bank, withdraw 20,000 from her personal ount, and rush to the Kaiyuan Hotel.


    Yan Zhao was waiting at the hotel entrance. Seeing Chen Men from afar, he hurried over and gestured for her to stop, then said: "Xishan is in room 306. Take the money up, give it to him ande right back down. Don''t scold anyone, and don''t say much. Just hand over the money quickly."


    Given they were married, and Yan Zhao never did anything foolish, Chen Men took the money upstairs. At room 306, she knocked on the door and heard Yan Xishan''s voice: "Door''s unlocked, push it open yourself."


    When she pushed open the door, despite it being broad daylight, the curtains were drawn. Yan Xishan sat in a chair with his shirt unbuttoned, tie loosened, and several lipstick marks on his face and neck. He had his legs crossed, and more shamefully, his fly was open, revealing red underwear beneath.


    Seeing Chen Men enter, he actually shouted: "What are you staring at? Can''t you see I''m busy? Put down the money and get out quick."


    Next to him sat a woman in a short-sleeved suit jacket and red high heels, wearing sses, looking quite proper and refined, though her lipstick was smeared across half her face, presumably from kissing Yan Xishan.


    So this was a prostitution scene, and Yan Xishan needed her to bring money because he couldn''t pay?


    He had quite the taste, soliciting what appeared to be a respectable woman?


    If Yan Zhao hadn''t specifically told Chen Men not to scold anyone, she would have gone forward and beaten Yan Xishan to a pulp.


    As she turned to leave, she heard the woman asking: "Who''s that woman? Your secretary? Xishan, are you having an affair with her?"


    "That''s my ex-wife, just an old hag," Yan Xishan said dismissively.


    The woman looked surprised and asked Yan Xishan: "Your ex-wife is so beautiful, and so obedient she''ll still bring you money after divorce?"


    "Wasteful woman, she used toin about my gambling and whoring, so we divorced, but she can''t really leave me. As long as we can make money and have social status, women are like dogs, they can''t leave us. But don''t worry, no man eats old grass, you''re the one I love most, my little darling," Yan Xishan said extremely tenderly.


    The refined-looking woman said coyly: "Oh, stop it." Then added: "You better not betray me."


    "Don''t worry, from the moment I first saw you, there was no room for any other woman in my eyes," Yan Xishan said.


    Chen Men felt not only nauseated but was trembling with anger. Seeing a vase on a table in the hallway, she initially wanted to grab it and go back in to smash Yan Xishan''s head, but since she had always regarded Yan Xishan as less than a dog, she held back and went downstairs with unsteady steps.


    As she yanked open the car door and saw Yan Zhao sitting in the back, Chen Men raised her purse to strike him.


    "Xishan fell for a honeytrap, there''s a honeytrap gang operating in this area. Drive away now," Yan Zhao said before the purse could hit him.


    "He deserves to fall for a honeytrap. Howe no one tries to trap me? It''s his fault for being so desperate, getting aroused at the sight of any woman," Chen Men retorted.


    Why do honeytrap schemes always work? It''s because those nouveau riche fools are so lustful.


    Like male dogs, they want to drop their pants and mount any woman they see.


    Yan Zhao gestured for Chen Men to drive forward, then exined: "I don''t know the exact details, but they probably lured Xishan to the hotel under the pretense of discussing business. Of course, he couldn''t control himself when they got to the room, but..."


    "But you''re afraid if it gets reported, the news will spread and he''ll be dismissed from the People''s Congress?" Chen Men was not just angry but confused: "Yan Zhao, is Yan Xishan more important to you than your own father? He hits you and you don''t make a sound, he solicits prostitutes, and you have me bring him money?"


    Yan Zhao was a police precinct chief - shouldn''t he arrest everyone involved in a honeytrap scheme, especially Yan Xishan? Shouldn''t he immediately notify the People''s Congress Organization Committee to remove him?


    Why did he have her bring money instead?


    Yan Zhao only said: "Wait, just wait a bit longer."


    The car stopped by the roadside. Time ticked by second by second. Yan Zhao kept looking back but said nothing. Chen Men couldn''t figure out what he was nning, secretly guessing that the reason Yan Xishan called Yan Zhao wasn''t just to help him resolve the situation, but probably to serve as an informant, likely wanting to help Yan Zhao crack the case.


    But having been verbally abused so much by Yan Xishan in her previous marriage, once those humiliating memories surfaced, she couldn''t calm down. She gripped therge mobile phone tightly in her hand.


    After a while, they saw Yan Xishan drive past quickly in his Xiali car and speed away.


    Looking at her watch, it had only been twenty minutes - that was quite fast. Perhaps due to his age, Yan Xishan''s stamina wasn''t what it used to be. He spent 20,000 yuan for at most ten minutes of action, which worked out to about 1,000 yuan per minute.


    Chen Men stepped on the gas to follow him.


    This was in Jinnan, with Factory 271 not far away. Yan Xishan drove his car to a grove behind Factory 271, and Chen Men rushed after him. As soon as she got out of the car, she saw Yan Xishan standing with his hands raised, holding the 20,000 yuan, with a fawning smile on his face.


    Gripping the mobile phone, Chen Men took two steps forward and smashed it against Yan Xishan''s head, snatched back the 20,000 yuan, stuffed it in her bag, and was ready to hit him again.


    "Your Highness, don''t hit the face, I need it to make a living!" Yan Xishan quickly begged for mercy.


    Yan Zhao came forward and took the mobile phone from Chen Men''s hand, gesturing for Yan Xishan to step back, then asked: "How did your chat with that woman go? Did you get any reliable information?"


    Yan Xishan patted his chest: "Don''t worry, Chief Yan, everything''s under control. I got all the important leads you needed."


    So Yan Xishan really was acting as an informant to help Yan Zhao crack the case?


    This was how things had actually unfolded.


    Recently, someone had approached Yan Xishan about a business cooperation, iming they could sign contracts of various sizes with tax-avoidance benefits. Yan Xishan had eagerly agreed to meet. The person turned out to be the woman Chen Men had just seen, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, who introduced herself as a businesswoman from the south. They had met three or four times, getting along exceptionally well. To secure the deal, Yan Xishan had treated her to meals, taken her sightseeing around Xiping City, opening car doors for her and pulling out chairs at restaurants. Even when eating grapes, he would peel them for her.


    All the ways he had once served Men, he now used on this woman.


    Today, they were supposed to meet at the Kaiyuan Hotel to sign a contract, but the woman suddenly stood up and kissed Yan Xishan, attempting to force herself on him.


    No one knows what Yan Xishan was really thinking, but ording to his description, he suddenly realized she was trying to set him up for extortion. So he started sweet-talking her, saying there was no rush, that he truly loved her and wanted to marry her, asking if she would be willing.


    At first, the woman hesitated, but then Yan Xishan began describing howrge his coal mine operation was, how wealthy he was, and his prestigious position as a People''s Representative. He admitted he knew she was trying to extort him but said he didn''t care - he was willing to pay if she would leave her criminal gang, reform herself, and marry him.


    To prove his sincerity, he paged Yan Zhao to bring two thousand yuan.


    Having been childhood friends, when Yan Xishan called Yan Zhao, he simply said he had found true love while doing business and needed two thousand yuan to prove it.


    But Yan Zhao immediately knew he had fallen into an extortion trap.


    That''s why he sent Chen Men with the money.


    Two thousand yuan was no small sum, and Yan Zhao was nervous that Yan Xishan might lose both the money and still get caught in the trap. But Xiao Fei''s charm proved irresistible - after Chen Men delivered the money, the woman was so touched that not only did she refuse to take the money, she even offered to sleep with Yan Xishan for free.


    Whether they actually did anything, only Yan Xishan knows.


    In any case, the woman didn''t call her aplices to catch him and quietly let him go.


    What started as an extortion attempt turned into a win-win for Yan Xishan - he not only escaped perfectly but would soon win the beauty''s heart.


    The woman was even willing to turn in her aplices so she could marry Yan Xishan in the future.


    She told Yan Xishan that if his love was genuine, she would testify at the police station against the extortion gang, bear his children, do the housework, and she didn''t even mind his ex-wife - she would treat Chen Men like a sister.


    After telling all this to a dumbfounded Chen Men, Yan Xishan put his hands on his hips and smiled smugly: "Men, I''m just that charming - there''s no woman I can''t handle."


    Chen Men left without another word.


    Yan Zhao patted Yan Xishan''s shoulder - though he had escaped perfectly, it didn''t mean he hadn''t made a mistake. He was both a People''s Representative and Yuanyuan''s father. Yuanyuan was now a child star famous across the country. Fortunately nothing bad happened today - if something had gone wrong, he would have lost his position as Representative, and Yuanyuan''s rising fame would have turned to infamy.


    Before Yan Zhao could lecture him, Yan Xishan raised both hands and quickly said: "Third Brother, Men loves you, she really loves you - hurry and go take care of her. I''ll help you gather more information about the situation."


    If he didn''t leave now, Yan Zhao would never stop nagging him.


    While Yan Zhao was as stubborn as a mule and no one could tame him, Yan Xishan had discovered his fatal weakness - whenever someone said "Men loves you," that stubborn mule would instantly turn into a gentle, docile donkey.


    Damn, how humiliating.


    When Yan Xishan went to do business, he had hoped to hide some money to get revenge on Yan Zhao.


    Now damn it, he had to rely on Yan Zhao to save him.


    When he said those words "Men loves you," his heart was bleeding, riddled with wounds.


    Chen Men wasn''t interested in the extortion scheme, but she knew that in the following days, Yan Xishan secretly met with that woman several more times. The information he brought back actually helped Yan Zhao and his team - the Jindong Branch was thoroughly investigating the extortion cases.


    Tomorrow would be the trade fair, which would be Chen Men''s busiest day this quarter.


    Today Chen Men had even gotten Yuanyuan two hours off to rehearse, and surprisingly, Yuanyuan asked Chen Men for a performance fee - fifty yuan per song, non-negotiable.


    Chen Men managed the money Yuanyuan earned from filming TV shows, making sure it wasn''t wasted but saved for her.


    But why would this little girl demand money for helping her mother? Had she been influenced by Little Wang and be money-obsessed too?


    "It''s just helping mom by singing one song, why do you need fifty yuan?" Chen Men asked her daughter with a smile.


    "I just do, don''t ask what it''s for!" Yuanyuan said with a grin.


    As mother and daughter were chatting, they reached the vige entrance. Upon seeing Yan Xishan''s red Xiali car, Yuanyuan got extremely excited and jumped out as soon as the car stopped: "Papa, Papa!"


    Both Yan Xishan and Yan Zhao were fathers standing at the coal yard entrance, chatting.


    Seeing Yuanyuan, Yan Zhao didn''t move, but Yan Xishan rushed over in two steps and scooped up the child: "Oh my dear daughter, Papa missed you so much. Come on, let Papa buy you some popsicles, and we can pick up Little Wang and Little Lang from school too, how about that?"


    "Great, thank you Papa!" Yuanyuan said happily.


    In April''s weather, Chen Men wouldn''t let the children eat cold treats.


    But Yan Xishan loved to do it, knowing it would make the children happy.


    Rolling her eyes and watching him leave with Yuanyuan, Chen Men asked Yan Zhao: "How''s your case going?"


    If Yan Xishan kept wandering around the vige, Chen Men would get a sty in her eye.


    Yan Zhao first said: "This case is actually quite big, with wide-reaching implications. Even Xiong Dapao is involved."


    He then added: "We have such a good rtionship, but Dapao just can''t find a good partner, it''s frustrating."


    When talking about Xiong Dapao''s rtionship, Chen Men guessed the case might involve Yu Xiaoqiao.


    When she asked Yan Zhao, it turned out to be true.


    It turned out that Yan Zhao had already uncovered the backgrounds of the extortion gang members, but today, that woman suddenly changed her mind. She told Yan Xishan she didn''t want to see him anymore, wouldn''t testify for him, and asked him to stop getting involved.


    In such cases, if the woman refuses to testify, even if they arrest someone, they can''t get a criminal conviction.


    That meant all their efforts were wasted, and the criminals would remain free.


    Of course, Yan Xishan had to use his charm offensive, asking the woman what was really going on, and painted another picture of how happy their married life would be.


    His words touched the woman again, and she finally told Yan Xishan that their gang had a woman who specialized in targeting high-level officials and was very powerful. Recently, she had seduced a bureau-level official who had transferred from the military to the police, and they were nning to acquire a military factory through this official''s influence.


    Then their entire gang would reform, start a factory together, make big money, and each seek their own happiness.


    The woman nned to marry Yan Xishan after reforming herself.


    When he heard about seducing a bureau-level official who had transferred from the military to the police and helping acquire a military factory, Yan Zhao immediately thought of Yu Xiaoqiao.


    Yu Xiaoqiao had five hundred thousand yuan in her ount, which she imed she earned abroad, but now there was a better exnation - it was probably money she earned from running extortion schemes in various cities.


    "So you''re not going to investigate this case anymore?" Chen Men asked Yan Zhao.


    Yan Zhao suddenly smiled - this "Living Yama" rarely smiled, and when he did, it looked worse than crying.


    "They can reform themselves, but what about the children who died because of their extortion schemes?" Yan Zhao asked in return.


    That child who was poisoned by his mother with rat poison hadn''t even died in Yan Zhao''s arms yet, calling "Uncle, save me." That was an innocent victim of the extortion cases. Evil people are evil people - in Yan Zhao''s book, if youmit a crime, you must face justice.


    Nopromise.


    But there was another problem - the woman said Yu Xiaoqiao had secured a bureau-level official transferred from the military who could help her acquire the military factory. Who could that official be?


    Not to mention the various branch bureaus, the main bureau alone had four bureau-level officials, from Zhang Chao to Deputy Director Zheng, all with military backgrounds and good family connections, all capable of helping acquire Factory 291.


    So who was it? Which one?


    If it were an ordinary person, Yan Zhao could investigate through phone records, schedules, or surveince.


    However, phone records of bureau-level officials were protected, and the telmunications bureau wouldn''t give them to him. As a subordinate, asking about their schedules would vite policy. Yan Zhao already had many enemies at headquarters, and if he couldn''t find anything while exposing his investigation prematurely, it would all be for nothing.


    As for surveince, with his military background and experience in the police force, Yan Zhao''s counter-surveince skills were superior to most.


    Yu Xiaoqiao had a pager, but Yan Zhao had checked and found that the numbers she forwarded to weren''t connected to any bureau leaders. This meant she and that official maintained exclusive one-on-one contact that only they knew about.


    So now, at this crucial moment, Yan Zhao was stuck.


    Through Yan Xishan, he discovered that Yu Xiaoqiao used to run honey traps, sleeping with officials, but he couldn''t investigate the officials themselves. If he arrested the honey trap gang prematurely without witnesses, and with official interference, the case would eventuallye to nothing.


    Chen Men could hardly believe that even the feared "King of Hell" Yan Zhao could find himself in such a difficult position.


    "No trouble at all, leave this to me. I''ll handle it for you," Chen Men said with a smile.


    Then she asked Yan Zhao: "If I help you with the case, will you attend our order fair tomorrow?"


    "No," Yan Zhao refused firmly.


    Seeing Chen Men''s expression change instantly, Yan Zhao exined honestly: "I know you love me deeply, and you love our family and children. I understand that as a businesswoman, you need to socialize in the business world, drink, and joke around. I''ve seen those businessmen before, and I know they might tell crude jokes to you, make suggestivements - I know that''s normal in business. But understanding doesn''t mean I want to witness it. If I go, I might..."


    If any distributor dared to make sexually suggestive jokes to Chen Men in front of Yan Zhao, they''d surely get punched.


    He couldn''t ept it, so he chose not to go.


    "Come on, it''s not just you who thinks I have to drink with distributors to do business. Even Xiong Dapao thinks I can''t handle the order fair without him," Chen Men smiled. "I don''t drink, and I''m certain I can manage the order fair just fine. Don''t you want to see how professional businesswomen really work?"


    These men were simply ridiculous - either they thought women were ipetent, or they believed women had to drink and listen to crude jokes to do business.


    Chen Men strongly disagreed with this.


    Tomorrow, she would show Yan Zhao, Xiong Dapao, and the others exactly how professional businesswomen handle client rtions.


    Besides, Yu Xiaoqiao would be at the order fair tomorrow, and she was confident she could help Yan Zhao discover which bureau-level official was involved with her.


    However, one thing remained unsolvable - Yan Zhao''s persistent belief that she loved him deeply.


    She considered whether to expose this lie but decided to let him enjoy his delusion.


    So Chen Men couldn''t help but smile, and in Yan Zhao''s eyes, her tender smile was proof of her deep love for him.


    Look at her seemingly angry yet loving gaze - wasn''t it all love?


    Believing in his wife''s love made Yan Zhao particrly enthusiastic about housework.


    Since Yuanyuan had to sing tomorrow and couldn''t eat anything stimting, tonight Yan Zhao was making white fungus and pear soup. Knowing it would be good for his child''s voice and that Yuanyuan loved sweets, he added ejiao dates and rock sugar. He carefully cleaned and separated the white fungus, and personally watched over the pot, cooking the soup until it was crystal clear.


    Meanwhile, Yan Xishan was holding Yuanyuan, eating an ice cream himself while taking her to pick up Little Wang and Little Lang.


    Father and daughter chatted happily along the way. Suddenly, Yuanyuan said, "Dad, I can earn another fifty yuan tomorrow. Adding that up, my secret savings will be 879 yuan!"


    "Little girl, what are you saving so much money for? Spend it when you have it - buy something tasty or fun. Don''t save money," Yan Xishan said carelessly.Aliali: 6744814f3f33ac44271f6


    Yuanyuan shook her head like a rattle drum and counted on her fingers, saying, "No way! Other people only have one dad, but I have two. Right now, I have two dads who love me, but in the future when you''re both old, sick, and can''t walk anymore, I''ll need to take care of both of you. If I don''t save money now, how will I take care of you then?"


    Yan Xishan suddenly stopped in his tracks: "Oh, my dear daughter!"


    That day at the hotel, when that woman tried to honey trap him - he hadn''t dated muchtely and had only slept with two or three women, going without physical intimacy for a long time - he had almost fallen for it.


    But just as things were heating up, the TV that was left on suddenly started ying "Return to the City."


    If he hadn''t seen Yuanyuan''s face in the opening credits, shocking him like a bolt of lightning and bringing him to his senses, causing him to push the woman away, he would have lost everything - both his reputation and his money.


    So it was his daughter who had pulled him back from the edge of the cliff, bringing him back to the right path.


    He was nothing but a scoundrel, lower than animals.


    Yet his nine-year-old daughter was already saving money, nning to take care of him in his old age.


    What kind of situation was this!


    If Yuanyuan continued like this, Yan Xishan didn''t even want to have a son anymore.

 Chapter 116

    The next day was the order fair.


    Compared to the first event mainly managed by Xiong Dapao, this one was a full disy of Chen Men''s capabilities.


    Not only would Yuanyuan perform, but Chen Men also wanted to bring Little Wang, Little Lang, Yan Zhao, and the whole family to the order fair. Having spent her previous life as a housewife, she never imagined that after her rebirth, she coulde this far and achieve something. She naturally wanted Yan Zhao and the children to see it.


    As for Yu Xiaoqiao''s case, while it was difficult to investigate from aw enforcement perspective, it was much easier from a business perspective. Today, Chen Men could easily identify the bureau-level official who was involved with her.


    At nine in the morning, the whole family arrived at 271.


    Yan Zhao stayed in Chen Men''s office, as this was a fieldpletely unrted to his work. He was merely there to observe how Chen Men and her subordinates worked.


    Worried that some distributors might make inappropriate jokes with Men, he brought a book - the "Diamond Sutra" that his mother used to read - nning to read it if he got angry, to help himself stay calm and avoid getting violent.


    But he didn''t have time to take out the book because from the start, he was captivated by Hu Xiaohua.


    Hu Xiaohua would run in the corridor one moment, then jump around the next, followed by loud shouting, just like a boxer preparing to enter the ring for a match.


    When it was twelve o''clock, he headed towards the guest house.


    The distributors were all arranged to stay in the guest house. Led by Hu Xiaohua, cafeteria staff carried lunch boxes, one for each person, with Hu Xiaohua personally delivering them to each room.


    Some distributors would ask about the boss, wondering why Chen Men wasn''t there.


    Hu Xiaohua''s response wasn''t just words - he would kneel on one knee, holding the lunch box above his head, gesturing for the bosses to eat.


    After lunch, while the distributors rested, Chen Men also took a short break, making the children take a nap with her in the office.


    Though this should have been an extremely busy day for her, she didn''t seem as busy as Yan Zhao had imagined.


    When Yuanyuan''s voice became a bit hoarse, worried she wouldn''t be able to sing in the afternoon, Chen Men had already bought some throat lozenges and other medicines to help soothe her throat before Yan Zhao even noticed.


    By afternoon, Little Lang and Little Wang were kept in the office, while Yuanyuan, who needed to perform, was assigned a young man to escort her backstage to wait with the models.


    When the order fair officially began, the sky was crystal clear. The factory area was clean and renewed. The veterans still wore their old military uniforms, running back and forth in an orderly manner. There were fireworks and cannons, and the seats had name tags for all attendees. Xue Mingfang led a group of veterans in guiding the guests to their seats.


    Until now, she still hadn''t directly interacted with the distributors, only controlling everything from a distance.


    If anything needed to be done or anyone needed instructions, she could simply speak through the walkie-talkie.


    The veterans'' high efficiency in executing orders was like adding wings to a tiger for her.


    Soon, Xiong Dapao arrived with Yu Xiaoqiao. At this time, Yan Zhao and his two sons were still in Chen Men''s office, watching through the window.


    As soon as Xiong Dapao''s Crown car entered the factory gate, it was surrounded by distributors.


    Meanwhile, his girlfriend Yu Xiaoqiao was drawn aside by Chen Men.


    Yan Zhao stood with his arms crossed, still watching quietly.


    She was wearing the same suit as Men, with shoulder-length straight hair and light makeup. Last time, Yan Zhao hadn''t looked carefully, but now, knowing she was the leader of a honey trap gang, he observed her closely. Even he, who had encountered all sorts of criminals, couldn''t tell she was one.


    She was both refined and timid, scanning the venue with an exceptionally gentle smile.


    So far, Yan Zhao had only discovered that her household registration was in Baotou, but hadn''t yet learned about her family background and situation.


    Downstairs, Chen Men noticed only Yu Xiaoqiao was present, without Xiong Dapao''s son, and was slightly surprised: "Mr. Xiong, where''s your child? Didn''t you say today..."


    "Don''t mention it. My son can''t get along with Xiaoqiao. When he heard she wasing, he refused toe no matter what," Xiong Dapao exined.


    If Yan Zhao hadn''t told her about Yu Xiaoqiao''s involvement in honey traps, Chen Men would have felt disappointed.


    But since she could investigate Yu Xiaoqiao from the honey trap angle, she wasn''t concerned about Xiong''s son anymore.


    Xiong Dapao had already been pulled away by distributors for conversation.


    Standing with Chen Men, Yu Xiaoqiao looked around and sincerely said, "Boss Chen, you''ve organized this order fair so well. If I can take over 291 in the future, I''d like to learn from you to make 291 as good as 271."


    "You were a boss before, you should have more experience than me in this area. I''m actually worried I haven''t done well enough and might embarrass a big entrepreneur like you," Chen Men was obviously being diplomatic and polite.


    The truth about Yu Xiaoqiao was that she was one of the masterminds of the honey trap gang. Previously, they had been running honey traps in the south. Her money was all earned through these schemes, but now that she had earned enough, she was nning to leave that life behind, like a prostitute going straight.


    When prostitutes go straight, they usually look for an honest man to marry.


    They also need to find a ce where nobody knows them to whitewash their past and start anew.


    For Yu Xiaoqiao''s retirement, Xiong Dapao was the honest man she had chosen for herself.


    Xiping City was far ind, where few people knew her, which was why she chose this ce.


    If she weren''t clever, she might have abandoned her former associates and started fresh alone under a new identity. But Yu Xiaoqiao wasn''t that simple-minded. She knew that in today''s connected society, her former associates would eventually find her even if she hid. If by then she had built a sessful business and family, wouldn''t those associates be able to ckmail her?


    So she simply brought everyone along to go straight together, and made an effort towork with officials to build a foundation for her business in Xiping City.


    Although she still asionally slept with other powerful older men, that was purely for business benefits and connections.


    In terms of genuine feelings, she naturally loved pretty boys like Xiong Dapao.


    She was serious about building her business, so she was particrly polite to Chen Men, wanting to learn as much as possible.


    "Aren''t you the boss? Why aren''t you entertaining the guests?" Yu Xiaoqiao asked, noticing how rxed Chen Men seemed.


    Chen Men exined, "I have an excellent sales manager who helps me take care of the guests."


    Yu Xiaoqiao pointed at Hu Xiaohua and said, "Him, right? I heard he has a ''knife in his fate'' and most people can''t handle him."


    "That''s just nonsense. Xiaohua is a good kid, extremely loyal and capable. He just doesn''t like being managed, so some bosses who couldn''t handle him spread rumors about him having a ''knife in his fate.'' But actually, if you can win him over and earn his loyalty, he''s the best salesperson in the world - worth more than eight hundred elite soldiers," Chen Men exined.


    Yu Xiaoqiao sighed deeply, "Oh, I see."


    At this moment, Yuanyuan took the stage to sing "Flowers and Clouds Across the Sky," which had be famous nationwide following the sess of "Return to the City." Because Yuanyuan was a child star, the venue briefly fell silent, with almost everyone focusing on the stage.


    Hu Xiaohua became even more energetic, running to the front of the stage, leading the singing and pping rhythm.


    Once he started pping, everyone joined in singing, and gradually the song turned into a grand chorus.


    At first, the distributors were still somewhat formal with each other, being unfamiliar, but through singing together, they exchanged smiles and became acquainted. The venue grew increasingly lively.


    In short, Hu Xiaohua was excellent at creating atmosphere, and the entire venue could only be described as buzzing with enthusiasm.


    Not only did Xiong Dapao, standing among the crowd, realize that Hu Xiaohua''s abilities were on par with his own.


    Even Yan Zhao, watching from the window with crossed arms, couldn''t help but admire that Hu Xiaohua was truly talented.


    Yu Xiaoqiao followed Chen Men step by step, feeling utterly impressed by Hu Xiaohua.


    Before they knew it, it was already 5:30 PM, time to head to the Guoguang Grand Hotel for dinner.


    Chen Men spoke into the inte to Xue Mingfang: "Xiao Xue, notify the shuttle buses toe in. Ask the distributors to leave their seats and get them onto the buses. Tell Hu Xiaohua toe find me after he''s done - he''ll ride in my car."


    "Yes, chief," was Xue Mingfang''s brief response.


    About five minutester, several factory shuttle buses arrived. As before, Hu Xiaohua was busy directing everyone, getting the distributors onto themercial vehicles to take them to the hotel.


    The distributors seemed to havepletely forgotten there was a factory director named Chen Men. They had all be close friends with Hu Xiaohua, and when it was time to leave, each one held onto his hand, reluctant to let go.


    Originally, Yan Zhao and the children, along with Hu Xiaohua, were supposed to ride in Chen Men''s car.


    But in a sudden turn of events, Xiong Dapao came to Chen Men with a smile, saying: "Sister-inw, let Xiaoqiao follow you. She wants to start her own factory and thinks you''re amazing. She wants to learn from you. She''s my girlfriend, and I''m a great benefactor to our Factory 271 - you can''t refuse to teach her."


    Yu Xiaoqiao had be addicted to watching her do business and wanted to learn. She also wanted to observe up close how Chen Men managed to tame the monkey-like, hyperactive Hu Xiaohua.


    "Alright, then let Yan Zhao and the children ride in your car," Chen Men said, inviting Yu Xiaoqiao into her car and departing first.


    During the ride, Hu Xiaohua was bursting with energy, unable to sit still in the car. He kept grinning and chattering, his teeth chattering, asionally rubbing his face and punching himself.


    Yu Xiaoqiao, though well-versed in reading people, had never seen anyone like Hu Xiaohua. She asked Chen Men in amazement, "Boss Chen, what is he doing?"


    Chen Men replied tersely: "Warming up, preparing to rake in money."


    The phrase "rake in money" drew an exmation of admiration from Yu Xiaoqiao: "What a clever way to put it - ''rake in money.''"


    She had been running honey traps for years, sometimes extorting tens of thousands at a time - that was also raking in money, but it was illegal. Chen Men was different; she ran legitimate businesses, legally raking in money. This both amazed and excited Yu Xiaoqiao.


    She was ready to reform, but loving money was human nature, so she was particrly curious about how Chen Men raked in money.


    The evening banquet was arranged thus: as soon as the feast began, Hu Xiaohua would toast each table.


    The distributors hade to ce orders and brought money with them. While toasting, they would promise order amounts and pay on the spot. As Hu Xiaohua went from table to table making toasts, Xue Mingfang recorded the orders and collected money. By the end of the evening banquet, the quarter''s sales would be secured.


    After the general meeting concluded, the factory would arrange distribution and deliver goods to the distributors.


    This was the standard sales process nowadays.


    Chen Men was instructing Hu Xiaohua: "Drink lesster, cheat if necessary, don''t let those distributors get you drunk."


    Hu Xiaohua grinned widely: "Of course, Chief, don''t worry. Just watch how I rake in money for our factory."


    "If anyone forces you to drink, or if you feel unwell from drinking too much, give me a signal, and I''ll send someone to rece you," Chen Men added.


    As they arrived at the hotel, Hu Xiaohua was like a beast unleashed. Before Chen Men could even brake, he had already jumped out to greet the distributors, running and gesturing to Chen Men with a smile: "Don''t worry, Chief, I''ve got everything under control!"


    Raking in money was instinctive for him.


    To Yu Xiaoqiao, it all seemed like an unreal dream.


    Chen Men had her own private room, positioned so she could see outside through the open door, but others wouldn''t easily notice her.


    Throughout the event, she seemed detached yet was fully involved, making it look so easy that Yu Xiaoqiao wasn''t just envious - she wished she could be her right then and there.


    Soon after, Yan Zhao and Xiong Dapao arrived with the children, seated at the same table. Even on such a busy day, Chen Men remained calm and collected, taking time to encourage her daughter to drink water and chat with her children.


    By now, under Hu Xiaohua''s guidance, all the distributors were seated, and dishes began to arrive.


    The liquor was Wuliangye, bottles being opened and sses filled by servers as the feast officially began.


    Normally, Chen Men should have given a speech at this point, but instead, it was Hu Xiaohua who took the stage to announce the start of the banquet. Then, dropping the microphone, he raised his cup, drank three cups in session, and began making rounds to toast each table.


    Even Xiong Dapao sincerely admitted, "This kid Hu Xiaohua is better than me."


    Little Wang eximed in admiration, pointing at Hu Xiaohua darting around the room: "Mom, look! Uncle Hu is like a whirlwind! How can he run so fast? And with all that alcohol, won''t he get sick?"


    Chen Men sighed softly; this worried her too.


    Doing business in the 90s meant drinking andpeting for money - she couldn''t change this, at least not now. She could only ept it.


    With over forty distributors across eight tables, it was like clearing game levels. Hu Xiaohua held his wine cup, toasting table by table, addressing everyone as "Director X" or "Brother X," kneeling on one knee before each person and downing three cups.


    He was actually quite clever - he didn''t drink much, using tricks to dispose of most of the alcohol, but he was smooth with words. One moment he''dpliment a pot-bellied distributor on his good looks, saying his round belly contained the universe; the next moment, he''d point to a distributor with a wine-flushed nose and say he was glowing with imminent prosperity.


    Finally meeting a female distributor, a in-looking middle-aged woman in her forties, he acted as if blind to her appearance, continuously praising her as the most beautiful woman he''d ever seen. He asked if she was married, and upon hearing her son was about to get married, he immediately began beating his chest in mock despair: "Sister, I regret being born twenty years toote! If I were twenty years older, I would have chased away all your suitors and married you myself!"


    With just that line, the female distributor pulled twenty thousand yuan from her bag and pped it right on Hu Xiaohua''s head.


    She then drank three cups, drawing cheers from the entire room.


    Not only was Little Wang impressed and Xiong Dapao amazed, but even Yan Zhao quietly sighed and nodded in approval.


    Hu Xiaohua wasn''t just a sales genius - he was a walking harvester, a human money-printing machine. Every table he visited, he emptied the businessmen''s wallets.


    After one round, the transaction records had already reached 700,000 yuan, far exceeding the nned target.


    Xue Mingfang had never carried so much money before. His hands were heavy with the money bags, his face sweating, his heart pounding.


    But Hu Xiaohua wasn''t satisfied, saying he could still drink and wanted to make another round.


    Chen Men, worried about his health, had to leave her seat and personally instruct Wang Meng to bring several men to escort him into the private room.


    The wrap-up work was left to Xue Mingfang and his team.


    This perfect ordering conference exceeded Chen Men''s expectations by a full 200,000 yuan - they would be profitable this quarter!


    Hu Xiaohua was drunk, jumping around like a monkey: "Let me out, I can still drink!"


    Chen Men had strong tea ready, along with a spoon. She closed the private room door and tried to pry open Hu Xiaohua''s mouth to pour it in: "You''re already drunk, and the mission is sessfullypleted. Now drink this tea and throw up the alcohol!"


    "I won''t throw up! Those are all my brothers out there - why should I throw up the drinks they gave me?" Hu Xiaohua howled twice, then looked up to see Chen Men and started smiling again: "Sister-inw, you''re a good person. If it weren''t for you, I would have starved to death long ago. I want to drink and make money for you, no matter how much I have to drink."


    "Throw up!" Chen Men said, trying to force the spoon into his mouth.


    Hu Xiaohua was about to have a drunken fit: "I won''t throw up! I want to drink more, I can make another round!"


    Suddenly, he broke free from Wang Meng''s grip on his arms and tried to rush outside. Fortunately, Yan Zhao quickly stood up and delivered an elbow to Hu Xiaohua''s forehead, causing him to roll his eyes and copse into Yan Zhao''s arms.


    Not only did this startle Chen Men and draw a cry of surprise from Yu Xiaoqiao, but the children were also frightened: "Dad, why did you hit him?"


    "It''s fine, I only tapped him lightly. He''ll wake up soon," Yan Zhao exined.


    The next moment, he instructed Wang Meng, "Take Hu Xiaohua to the hospital for induced vomiting and intravenous fluids. Keep an eye on him these days and don''t let him drink anymore."


    In the blink of an eye, Hu Xiaohua was carried away by Wang Meng.


    Xiong Dapao felt a mix of sympathy and empathy. He turned to Yan Zhao and said, "Boss, the business world is like a battlefield, and the drinking table is where we stab each other. Now you understand why I also want to find a backer and some connections, don''t you? Business is tough."


    Yan Zhao patted Xiong Dapao on the shoulder.


    Once, they defended the country by stabbing each other, but merely stabbing wouldn''t make everyone rich.


    Now, drinking is what makes everyone rich. Stabbing is tough, and so is drinking, but that''s life, and that''s reality.


    The two men fell silent, and Chen Men also let out a soft sigh. The children, especially Little Wang, were witnessing the harshness of the business world. She reached out to Little Lang, stroked his little head, and whispered, "You don''t have to think about doing business in the future. It''s too hard. Let your brother do it. You... just let me take care of you."


    Little Lang and Yuanyuan said in unison, "Brother, take care of Mom too. We won''t let her do business anymore."


    Doing business is too hard.


    Little Wang nodded vigorously, "Okay."


    He couldn''t wait to grow up. He wanted to go into business like Hu Xiaohua and make money to support his mother.


    At this moment, the dealers in the hall had been persuaded to leave. It was nine-thirty in the evening, and half of the hall''s lights were turned off. The waiters were cleaning the tables and clearing the trash, leaving a strong smell of alcohol in the air.


    Stepping out the door, the two families were about to say their goodbyes.


    But just then, Yu Xiaoqiao suddenly said, "Sister-inw, there''s something I''m really curious about. Why is Hu Xiaohua so loyal to you? He just mentioned that you saved his life. What happened?"


    This was a business secret, and Xiong Dapao felt that Yu Xiaoqiao''s question was inappropriate.


    Because Hu Xiaohua was indeed a talent. On the battlefield, he could hold off ten thousand enemies with one man.


    And Yu Xiaoqiao''s hidden meaning was that she wanted to poach him.


    "Xiaoqiao, you shouldn''t ask that... Sister-inw, Xiaoqiao was just joking with you," Xiong Dapao said to both sides.


    Chen Men, however, seemed to be in a daze as she smiled and said, "Yan Zhao once arrested Hu Xiaohua and took him to the bureau. It was me who saved him. Since I saved him, he''s naturally loyal to me."


    Yu Xiaoqiao opened her mouth wide and sighed, "So that''s how it was. You saved his life. That''s wonderful."


    Xiong Dapao felt that Yu Xiaoqiao''s words were a bit off. After getting into the car, he sincerely said, "Xiaoqiao, I''m about as capable as Hu Xiaohua. I''m fine with entertaining clients. If you go into business, I''ll handle the entertaining for you."


    Yu Xiaoqiao sat in the passenger seat, pinched Xiong Dapao''s face, and looked at him with a gaze that was almost doting, saying softly, "But you''re going to run a paint factory and sell clothes. I still want someone like Hu Xiaohua, someone who is exclusively mine. I can see that with him, I can save half the effort."


    Xiong Dapao had only vaguely guessed before, but now he realized, "You want to poach Hu Xiaohua from my sister-inw? Xiaoqiao, that''s not right, is it?"


    "No, I was just joking. Why would you think that?" Yu Xiaoqiao said with a smile, seeing that Xiong Dapao was a bit angry.


    Xiong Dapao said, "Although poaching people in the business world ismon, Yan Zhao and I are brothers who have been through life and death. We can''t poach people from my sister-inw, okay?"


    "Okay," Yu Xiaoqiao obediently replied.


    A woman who has left her past behind must find a reliable man.


    Xiong Dapao had initially seemed quite reliable, but now, Yu Xiaoqiao was slowly realizing that he wasn''t so naive. He was quite smart, just having spent too long in the army, which made him straightforward in nature.


    A man being too smart wasn''t necessarily a good thing for a woman like her.


    Yu Xiaoqiao let out a soft sigh and said, "Take me home."


    They hadn''t moved in together yet, and Xiong Dapao hadn''t even kissed Yu Xiaoqiao.


    A gentleman sits unmoved, and with a turn of the steering wheel, Xiong Dapao took Yu Xiaoqiao back to her own home.


    Leaving them aside, on the other side, Yan Zhao was driving, with Chen Men in the passenger seat. The three children had nevere home sote before and were already asleep in the back seat.


    As he drove, Yan Zhao suddenly said, "That Yu Xiaoqiao is quite a clever woman."


    "What do you mean?" Chen Men asked.


    Although they had been seated at the same table, Yu Xiaoqiao and Yan Zhao hadn''t sat together, and Chen Men hadn''t seen them talk. Could it be that when she left the room, they had talked about something?


    Yan Zhao extended one hand and said, "She said that this hand of mine should have been burned by a misfiring gun, that it was injured, and that it hurts when it touches cold water. She also mentioned knowing an old Chinese medicine doctor with a very good remedy for rheumatism, which, when used as a hand cream for a period of time, could cure this problem."


    Seeing that Chen Men didn''t speak, Yan Zhao added, "I do have that problem."


    This man was always a workhorse at home, enduring hardships and neverining. If you looked closely at his right hand, the skin was indeed somewhat mottled, a burn from a misfiring gun. Although it had healed, it still bothered him on rainy days, causing a dull pain that even affected his shooting uracy on such days.


    That''s why Yu Xiaoqiao, who seemed gentle and definitely not the type to throw herself at men, could still manage to sleep with leaders.


    Chen Men treated Yan Zhao like a working machine, never caring about his health.


    In her eyes, Yan Zhao was made of steel and bronze.


    But Yu Xiaoqiao, after just one meeting, would care about Yan Zhao''s health.


    That kind of subtle care, which man wouldn''t be moved by it?


    But she wasn''t just gentle and caring towards Yan Zhao; she treated any man with money and power the same way. Casting a wide, she would always catch a big fish who would take her as a confidante.


    This was another way of doing business, and it was precisely why she would be so sessful in the future.


    Yan Zhao still extended that hand, making it clear that he had openly told Chen Men about this matter, and it was indeed a problem for him. He wanted Chen Men to ask Yu Xiaoqiao for some medicine on his behalf.


    If Chen Men from her previous life were here, facing a man like Lv Jingyu or Yan Xishan, she would have been angry by now. Men were all the same in her eyes; there were no men who would never cheat. Those who hadn''t cheated were just not good enough to encounter temptation.


    Of course, back then, she had no career, no job, no love for her children, and had to rely on men even if she didn''t want to.


    Now it was different. She had a career, a job, and loved her children. She waspletely indifferent to men, so instead of being angry, she even smiled and asked Yan Zhao, "How did I do at work today?"


    Yan Zhao, who had been extending his hand, slowly raised his thumb.


    He had never expected that not only could Chen Men handle clients, but just staying behind the scenes, she could achieve sales of 700,000 yuan. Hu Xiaohua was just an assistant. The retired soldiers were obedient, but Chen Men''s efficient coordination was the key to her managing the entire enterprise as smoothly as silk.


    "In a few days, you''ll be able to find out who that bureau-level official is, right?" Chen Men asked again.


    Yan Zhao nodded again and withdrew his hand. This time, he didn''t speak.


    This is how it was.


    Today, Yu Xiaoqiao, because of Hu Xiaohua''s strong interpersonal skills, took a liking to him and wanted to poach him.


    But it was clear that Hu Xiaohua was extremely loyal to Chen Men, so she wanted to know the reason.


    Chen Men honestly told her that it was because she had saved Hu Xiaohua from the bureau that he was loyal to her.


    Yu Xiaoqiao had a bureau-level official as her lover, with whom she had a single-line contact. No one else knew about their rtionship. Nowadays, with two pagers and public phones everywhere, such a secret physical rtionship was very difficult to uncover.


    But as long as Yu Xiaoqiao wanted to use Hu Xiaohua, she would definitely ask that leader to have Hu Xiaohua arrested and then use her own connections to get him out of the bureau.


    In and out, it would be another favor.


    Hu Xiaohua was currently in a military factory, watched over by a group of retired soldiers, like a mosquito surrounded by machine guns. He wouldn''t dare tomit crimes again. There was no reason to arrest him.


    But he had a long history of crimes. They could use his past to make a case against him.


    All of Hu Xiaohua''s prior criminal records and case files were kept at the Jindong Branch Bureau.


    After Yu Xiaoqiao met with that official, if he wanted to deal with Hu Xiaohua, he would definitely need to call Yan Zhao to ess Hu Xiaohua''s records.


    So from now on, Yan Zhao could simply wait and see who would take the bait.


    Whichever official called him asking for Hu Xiaohua''s records would undoubtedly be Yu Xiaoqiao''s lover.


    From Zhang Chao to Deputy Director Zheng, Yan Zhao mentally went through the list of bureau leaders, wondering who it could be.Aliali: 6744814f3f33ac44271f6


    This person not only engaged in a money-for-power deal with Yu Xiaoqiao to help her acquire Plot 291, but had also been blocking Yan Zhao''s promotion all along, keeping him trapped at the Jindong Branch Bureau with no chance of advancement.


    ...


    After returning home, Yan Zhao carried each of the children one by one back to the heated brick bed, and only after settling them did he return to his bedroom to sleep.


    Chen Men had been working non-stop recently and was particrly busy. She had also just finished her period. Although she was quite eager to be intimate, Yan Zhao could tell she was exhausted, so he gently pushed her away and got himself a separate nket.


    But suddenly, he heard Chen Men say: "That time when Yan Xishan fell for the honey trap, it onlysted ten minutes at most."


    As an old married couple, Chen Men was no longer the shy young bride who would blush at any mention of intimacy. She said this very naturally, without any trace of embarrassment.


    But the muscles in Yan Zhao''s chest suddenly tensed up. He lifted the covers and moved closer, breathing heavily.


    He stared at Chen Men coldly.


    "Do men be less capable when they get older? I''ve noticedtely you''ve also..."


    Before Chen Men could finish her sentence, Yan Zhao, breathing heavily, silenced her with a kiss.

 Chapter 117

    With Yan Zhao handling the case, Chen Men didn''t need to worry about it.


    The day after the trade fair was actually her busiest day, as she had to arrange merchandise distribution, ship orders, and see off the distributors one by one.


    Compared to securing deals, merchandise distribution was an even greater art. The distributors came from all corners of the country - some regions were cold, others warmed up quickly. Southerners preferred stylish and attractive clothing, while northerners prioritized durability and sturdiness.


    Distribution had to be tailored to regional differences for good sales.


    This task required Chen Men''s personal supervision; no one else could handle it as precisely as she could.


    While she was busy working with her team in the warehouse, Cui Min suddenly rushed in, eximing: "Men,e quickly! Great news - some high-ranking officials are here to see you!"


    "Who is it?" Chen Men asked.


    Cui Min was just a shareholder, not part of management, so she rarely came to the factory. Her excitement made Chen Men wonder who could have arrived.


    After being pulled out of the warehouse to the office building, Chen Men saw three people: one wearing a police uniform and two elderly men in civilian clothes.


    The one in police uniform appeared to be in his fifties, well-built, clearly with a military background. His face seemed somewhat familiar.


    Of the two elderly men in civilian clothes, one was her father-inw Yan Peiheng, and the other had graying hair and stood straight-backed - clearly a former military man.


    While Yan Peiheng just smiled without speaking, the elderly military man approached and grasped Chen Men''s hand: "What a remarkable woman! Comrade Chen Men, I hear you made sales of 700,000 yesterday - if this were a battle, it would be a great victory!"


    Chen Men wondered if her eyes were deceiving her.


    The man shaking her hand was a high-ranking Military Commission leader surnamed Chao - she had seen his photo in military newspapers.


    He was Yan Peiheng''s former superior, one of the top three leaders in the military.


    From Chao Commander''s words, someone must have reported yesterday''s trade fair results to him.


    Chao Commander continued: "I hear you''re truly profitable, providing jobs and wages for 300 veterans. That makes me very happy. I was on a business trip and thought I''d stop by to see you!"


    Though Factory 271 no longer had military connections, and Chen Men wasn''t under this old leader''smand, out of respect for him being Yan Peiheng''s superior, she dered: "We will work hard and not disappoint the leaders'' expectations."


    Chao Commander released her hand and said: "We old folks don''t understand business and can''t offer much support or advice - we can only watch from afar. But remember this always: you must maintain the military''s image and discipline. Never bring shame to the soldiers and military of Hua Country!"


    "Understood," Chen Men replied.


    She was about to ask if the leaders would like to have a simple meal at the factory when the man in the police uniform interjected with a smile: "Commander, Factory 271 seems to be on the right track, while Factory 291 is still undergoing restructuring. After looking around, I think Factory 271 is doing exceptionally well. Since it''s already up and running, once Factory 291 is contracted out, why not transfer some management personnel from here to get 291 running properly?"


    The two elderly men exchanged nces and nodded simultaneously: "That''s not a bad idea."


    From their perspective, both were military factories undergoing restructuring and employing veterans.


    Since Factory 271 was running smoothly, deploying some personnel to Factory 291 seemed like a natural military-style reallocation.


    But for Chen Men, this was uneptable. The military assets had been restructured - she was the contractor, this was her territory.


    She was responsible for paying workers'' wages and bearing all the business risks, and they had only just started seeing sess.


    She thought they hade to offer encouragement, but instead they were here to steal her resources?


    Were they bandits? Had they no shame?


    The earlier sense of honor instantly vanished. Chen Men turned to Cui Min and whispered: "Who is this bastard?"


    Cui Min whispered back: "Deputy Director Zheng from the Public Security Bureau. I heard he''s about to be promoted to the provincial level. His suggestion isn''t right - why should our people from 271 be sent to 291?"


    State enterprises might talk about honor and selfless dedication, but private businesses were aboutpeting for talent, money, and market share.


    Factory 291 would be 271''s biggestpetitor - wouldn''t it be foolish to send them their own people?


    Cui Min continued whispering to Chen Men: "Deputy Director Zheng''s father and Chao Commander are old warrades - their families are very close. Also, he was your brother Yan Jun''s former superior. His words carry a lot of weight."


    Chen Men suddenly understood - so this was the famous Deputy Director Zheng from the municipal bureau.


    At the municipal bureau, there were four bureau-level officials: Director Qin, Zhang Chao, Deputy Director Li, and this Deputy Director Zheng.


    When Qi Songlu needed rehabilitation within five hours, fearing the Broadcasting Bureau wouldn''t approve in time, Yan Zhao had given credit for the case to Deputy Director Zheng, who managed to clear all procedures and get Qi Songlu on television within those five hours.


    With his high rank and considerable influence, Deputy Director Zheng was indeed masterful at managing rtionships.


    Looking at Deputy Director Zheng, Chen Men suddenly had a thought: he must be the one connected to Yu Xiaoqiao!


    Though he wasn''t in the military, his connections could influence who got the Factory 291 contract.


    If it was really him, everything made sense - Yu Xiaoqiao wasn''t just interested in Hu Xiaohua, but also in the already-trained veterans from Factory 271.


    How clever - bringing in a high-ranking Military Commission leader, making Chen Men think they came to praise her, when actually they came to poach her people.


    Cui Min knew how difficult the past year had been for Chen Men - training workers, renovating the factory, repairing machinery, hiring designers,peting with Gu Xiao. Business was like warfare, and Factory 271 had stood on the edge of copse several times.


    They had only just started seeing returns, couldn''t they be left in peace for a while?


    But rank trumps all, and scheming was the greatest asset in this era.


    Deputy Director Zheng spoke righteously but clearly intended to simply appropriate Factory 271''s achievements and the territory they had fought to establish.


    Cui Min''s hands were shaking with anger: "Men, what should we do? We must refuse."


    But Chen Men ignored her and smiled, saying to Chao Commander: "That''s fine, we''re willing to support Factory 291 unconditionally..."


    Cui Min pinched Chen Men, thinking she must be crazy to agree so readily when others were trying to steal their aplishments.


    Not only did Chen Men offer unconditional support, but she added with a smile: "Sending personnel isn''t much - management must also be properly handled. I have our ''Group Company Management System,'' ''Group Company Performance Assessment System,'' and ''Sry Position System'' - all proper group management regtions. While 291''s shareholders can be others, let 271 handle unified management, with me as general manager. Do the leaders have any objections?"


    Yan Peiheng, who once had strong prejudices against his daughter-inw, doubting her ability to run the enterprise, now had unprecedented confidence in her and immediately nodded thoughtfully.


    After considering for a moment, Chao Commander actually said: "That works - you''ve certainly proven yourself as a capable general manager!"


    Deputy Director Zheng felt something was amiss: "If you''re the general manager, wouldn''t the factory essentially be yours?"


    "The shareholders can be anyone - I''ll serve as general manager for just 500 yuan a month," Chen Men said frankly.


    Being a leader in arge factory for just 500 yuan monthly sry - but Chen Men''s effectiveness would far exceed that amount.


    Even Deputy Director Zheng gave a thumbs up: "Uncle Chao, Uncle Yan, I think Chen Men''s idea is excellent and worth trying."


    Chao Commander then said to Yan Peiheng: "Talent should be recognized regardless of family ties, Old Yan. Don''t worry about overworking your daughter-inw. For the sake of the veterans, let''s have Chen Men serve as Factory 291''s general manager."


    "I''ll think about it," Yan Peiheng said.


    Then the two elderly leaders, apanied by Deputy Director Zheng, took their leave.


    After the leaders left, Cui Min finally spoke after a long pause: "Men, are you crazy? I heard the person contracting Factory 291 is connected to Deputy Director Zheng. If you take our people there to serve as general manager, aren''t you just training our own enemy?"


    Chen Men still had to finish arranging the goods, so she didn''t have time to exin much. She just shouted from a distance, "Let''s make a bet. 291 will eventually be ours, no one can take it away. Don''t believe me? Just wait and see!"


    Cui Min watched as Chen Men dashed off in her high heels, thinking to herself, "Is she crazy? Is she daydreaming?"


    291 was almost contracted out, what did it have to do with them?


    However, the moment Chen Men saw Deputy Director Zheng, she guessed that the person helping Yu Xiaoqiao was indeed Deputy Director Zheng.


    He had connections with the military leadership and was also the elder brother of the Yan family, Yan Jun''s superior.


    It was clear that not only was Commander Chao very appreciative of him, but Yan Peiheng also respected him quite a bit.


    If Deputy Director Zheng wanted to help Yu Xiaoqiao secure 291, he would have to first deal with otherpetitors, leaving only Yu Xiaoqiao in the end.


    But Yu Xiaoqiao had a criminal record, which would eventually be exposed, and then she would lose her qualification to contract.


    By then, Chen Men had a sales management and performance sry evaluation system for the grouppany. The leaders would naturally consider merging 291 into 271.


    So today, Deputy Director Zheng came to ask for people from 271, but Chen Men wanted the entire 291 factory.


    It was like ying high-stakes poker.


    You want my interest, I want your principal. Who''s afraid of whom?


    After arranging the goods and sending off the distributors, the busiest period of this quarter for Chen Men was over.


    As the general manager, she didn''t need to work regr hours, coulde and go as she pleased, and could take a break whenever she was free.


    Chen Men recently nned to take a vacation and rest for a few days.


    She should also spend some quality time at home with her children and husband.


    Just like boiling a frog slowly, the longer a couple stays together, the more their feelings will gradually fade.


    After a while, it turns into a kind of kinship.


    If it weren''t for Yu Xiaoqiao''s appearance, Chen Men would never have thought that Yan Zhao would also have troubles.


    Troubles about his hands.


    Thinking about how he almost always used cold water all year round, how painful would his hands be during rainy weather?


    Fortunately, she had a few days off. Instead of going to see Yu Xiaoqiao, she went to visit an old Chinese medicine doctor she once knew. She carefully exined Yan Zhao''s hand problems to see if there was a solution.


    The old doctor prescribed a form, but it wasn''t a topical ointment. It was herbal medicine, and the method was quite troublesome. First, the herbs had to be boiled, then the broth discarded. The herbs were then ced in a cloth bag and applied to the hands while still hot. This treatment had to be done for a full two weeks to dispel the rheumatism.


    It was Saturday, and everyone only worked half a day. Normally, Yan Zhao and the children should be home by noon.


    Carrying the herbs home, Chen Men started boiling them in a pot.


    She deliberately called Yan Zhao first to ask if he would be home for lunch and then mentioned that she had gotten him some medicine.


    "Did you get the medicine from Yu Xiaoqiao?" Yan Zhao asked first.


    Chen Men hesitated for a moment and asked back, "Yan Zhao, do you think no one but Yu Xiaoqiao can cure your hands?"


    "Only she knows there''s a problem with my hands and mentioned the medicine to me," Yan Zhao said seriously and solemnly.


    This was why Yu Xiaoqiao, despite her few words, could always subtly handle men.


    Yan Zhao, a straightced man, especially disliked going to the hospital when he was sick and preferred to trust folk remedies.


    "Let''s talk at home," she said.


    This time, she had to cure Yan Zhao of his gullibility towards women.


    After hanging up, she started preparing lunch. First, she cut some streaky pork and saut¨¦ed it with bean paste to extract the oil. Then she fried some diced chicken until dry, covered it with a bowl, and sliced some cabbage thinly forter use in a vinegar dish.


    The rice she had just cooked was now done. She fluffed it up and covered the pot to let it steam, then took the opportunity to cut some winter melon, wash some dried shrimp, and beat some eggs to make a dried shrimp and winter melon soup.


    At noon in May, three dishes, one soup, and a pot of rice were enough for the whole family.


    As the soup pot started boiling, Chen Men checked the time and figured the kids should be home soon. She started preparing the dishes when suddenly she heard the children''s voices singing outside: "Clouds are bright, I let my love fly freely, I''m not afraid of the sky falling..."


    It was this year''s most popr song, "Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies," which was being sung by children all over the streets and alleys.


    Chen Men was just about to light the gas stove when she heard Yuanyuan shout, "Mom, we have a guest!"


    She turned off the stove and walked out of the kitchen. There in the courtyard stood a man, coincidentally, it was Deputy Director Zheng, whom she had seen at the factory a few days ago.


    His full name was Zheng Yong, around fifty years old, had a good rtionship with the Chao family, and was also the elder brother of the Yan family, Yan Jun''s superior.


    However, Chen Men didn''t know about this rtionship before.


    People in the public security and justice system usually restrained their children from revealing their elders'' work to outsiders.


    Just like how Yuanyuan and Little Wang had been in school for years, but Yan Zhao had always instructed them not to tell their ssmates what he did for a living. Chen Men had vaguely heard that Zheng Beibei''s grandfather was a leader, but she had never guessed until Deputy Director Zheng came to her house today.


    It turned out that Deputy Director Zheng''s granddaughter was in the same ss as Yuanyuan.


    Deputy Director Zheng smiled warmly and shook hands, "Hello, Chen Men, we meet again."


    Chen Men also shook hands, "Deputy Director Zheng, what a rare guest. Please,e inside."


    Deputy Director Zheng saw the table set up in the courtyard and sat down directly. He also brought two bottles of Wuliangye liquor and two packs of cigarettes, cing them on the table. He signaled Zheng Beibei and Yuanyuan to go out and y, then gestured for Chen Men to sit down as well. "I see you''re running the factory quite well. Haven''t you heard the leaders in the army praising you?"


    "It''s okay, not too bad," Chen Men had to be modest.


    Deputy Director Zheng was not yet sixty, well-maintained, with few wrinkles, and his back was straight.


    People of their generation married early, and Zheng Beibei was his only granddaughter. Judging from the surface, he seemed like a very kind grandfather.


    Suddenly visiting, Chen Men guessed he was still here to talk about 291.


    After all, a few days ago, he had followed the two old leaders to 271 factory specifically for 291, to run errands for Yu Xiaoqiao.


    However, Deputy Director Zheng smiled and said, "You should know, I''m Yan Zhao''s older brother, Yan Jun''s superior. During the Cultural Revolution, we went to Qinghai together." He patted his thigh and continued, "We both have very serious rheumatism, a legacy from our time in Qinghai."


    Chen Men didn''t know much about Yan Jun.


    She only knew he had once been a soldier andter went abroad on a public assignment, staying in the United States.


    Since Gu Xiao camest year, due to thend certificate issue, Yan Wei and Yan Zhao had been trying to contact Yan Jun, but the phone number was always empty, and the letters sent to the address were never replied to.


    Could it be that Yan Jun, who didn''t even contact his father and brothers, had been in frequent contact with Deputy Director Zheng?


    Following the conversation, Chen Men asked, "My older brother''s family is currently in the United States. How are they doing?"


    Deputy Director Zheng clearly knew the situation and sighed deeply, "They''re doing very well. Yan Jun is doing great, and your sister-inw, Liu Xiuying, was already a heroine among the educated youth during the Cultural Revolution. Now she''s doing even better in the United States. It''s said that their youngest son speaks English more fluently than Chinese,pletely Americanized, truly enviable."


    Chen Men just smiled.


    Having given away his mother''s property to a rival for a chance to go abroad, Yan Jun and his wife living well wasn''t surprising.


    If they weren''t doing well, it would be too unfair to Su Wen.


    And being so closely connected with Deputy Director Zheng, an outsider, while not even calling Yan Zhao and his brothers, even if they became Americans, Chen Men''s family had nothing to envy. After all, rich rtives who can''t be relied on are better off not having.


    Deputy Director Zheng then said with a smile, "Your sister-inw is nning toe back to the country recently, to our Xiping City. She''ll probably visit your house. She asked me toe and get your phone number, saying she wants to talk to you about something. I''m here to get your phone number today."


    Getting a phone number didn''t require bringing two bottles of Wuliangye and two packs of cigarettes.


    Chen Men felt that Deputy Director Zheng should have other matters to discuss. Sure enough, he continued, "Speaking of your three brothers, your father-inw most wronged Yan Jun and his wife, especially your sister-inw. When they got married, they immediately went to Qinghai, living in adobe houses, eating mixed flour buns, and barely getting enough for three meals a day. Like me, your sister-inw developed severe health issues, chronic rheumatism and cold legs."


    He then added, "You are both daughters-inw of the Yan family. Your sister-inw wants to have a private chat with you, but she doesn''t want Yan Zhao and his father to know about it. You should understand, right? You must not tell Yan Zhao about your sister-inw wanting your phone number, okay?"


    The reason Deputy Director Zheng brought gifts when visiting was to ensure that Chen Men wouldn''t inform Yan Zhao about Sister-inw Liu Xiuying wanting her phone number.


    On the surface, she had to agree, so Chen Men said, "Sure." Then she asked, "You seem to have a good rtionship with my sister-inw."


    "She promised to help my son''s family emigrate when they return from abroad," Deputy Director Zheng said with a smile.


    No gain without effort; it turned out that Liu Xiuying had promised to help Deputy Director Zheng''s son emigrate, which was why he was running errands to deliver the message.


    With the matter settled, Chen Men stood up and said, "Yan Zhao will be back soon. Please stay a while longer; I''ll go prepare dinner for us."


    Saying this, she headed to the kitchen.


    Yuanyuan and Zheng Beibei''s rtionship wasn''t particrly good initially. When ''Return to the City'' first came out, Zheng Beibei often said that Yuanyuan''s performance wasn''t as good as Ningning''s, which naturally upset Yuanyuan and made her distance herself further.


    However, since Zheng Beibei was a guest at their home, Yuanyuan was still very weing.


    She had kept many photos and postcards from filming ''Return to the City.''


    Yan Zhao had bought an album to keep them in.


    Now, the two little girls sat under the eaves, heads together, looking at the album.


    Girls, after all, would soon findmon ground and chat happily, whispering to each other.


    With Chen Men in the kitchen, Deputy Director Zheng sat in the courtyard, feeling bored. Seeing the two girls chatting happily, he walked over, gently stroked Zheng Beibei''s head, and asked with a smile, "Is it interesting?"


    "Yes," Zheng Beibei replied and then told Deputy Director Zheng, "But Grandpa, I don''t want to go abroad. I still want to study and go to school with Yan Shengnan, can I?"


    The little girl knew her grandfather was arranging for her to go abroad, but she was too young to want to leave, so she said this.


    Yuanyuan was hearing for the first time that Zheng Beibei was going abroad. She closed the album and curiously looked at Deputy Director Zheng.


    Little Wang, who had been at home, had been sorting out their dirty clothes to wash. Now, he also came over.


    The children had only heard of adults going abroad, never children, so they found it particrly novel.


    Little Lang couldn''t help but ask curiously, "Grandpa, why does Beibei want to go abroad?"


    "Our domestic education isn''t good enough. Beibei is going abroad for better education," Deputy Director Zheng said.


    "But our teacher teaches pretty well," Little Wang interjected.


    Deputy Director Zheng found the childughable, his eyes showing disdain, and said, "Do you know what your eldest cousin''s youngest son is called? He''s called Jimu. At nine, he speaks fluent English. Can you?"


    Little Wang said, "But Jimu was born in the U.S. and has been learning English since childhood, so of course, he''s better than me. But if wepare Chinese, he definitely can''t beat me."


    This remark stumped Deputy Director Zheng.


    And he became angry: "A summer insect cannot discourse on ice!"


    Little Wang was in the fifth grade and could understand the meaning of "a summer insect cannot discourse on ice."


    The child immediately felt a bit angry and stubbornly said, "Grandpa, I don''t ept that. Let Jimue andpete with me in Chinese, see who''s better."


    Deputy Director Zheng was inexplicably angered by the child and said angrily, "Yan Jun is my old subordinate. He has three sons, all your cousins, and they are all top students."


    "I don''t know them, so how could I know?" Little Wang said sincerely.


    Little Wang genuinely didn''t know his cousins, only knowing that the eldest seemed to be called Mike, the second John, and the third Jimu or Jim, but he had never met them, so how could he know?


    But Deputy Director Zheng felt this child was challenging him.


    Pointing at Little Wang, he said, "Your temper is exactly like your father''s, stubborn and obstinate!"


    Although he was Yan Zhao''s superior, Chen Men couldn''t help but step in, but just then, Yan Zhao returned, calling out, "Deputy Director Zheng, what a rare guest, howe you''re here?"


    Deputy Director Zheng, still angry from being contradicted by Little Wang, said, "I came to discuss something with your wife; it''s done, so I''ll take my leave."


    Yan Zhao hadn''t heard the earlier argument between Deputy Director Zheng and Little Wang and was still calm, saying, "You called the other day asking for Hu Xiaohua''s file and case documents. I''ve prepared them for you. Let''s have dinner before you go."


    Chen Men immediately looked at Yan Zhao, who was also looking at her.


    Strangely, he even winked at her.


    Indeed, it was Deputy Director Zheng who wanted Hu Xiaohua''s case documents.


    So, it was Deputy Director Zheng who was preparing to frame Hu Xiaohua and send him to prison.


    As a leader, it was too easy for him to manipte things and target Hu Xiaohua.


    Deputy Director Zheng hesitated when he wanted the case documents, and Zheng Beibei kept pleading, "Grandpa, stay for dinner, I still want to y with Yuanyuan a bit longer."


    Yuanyuan also politely said, "Grandpa, have dinner at our house."


    Only Little Wang, having been scolded by Deputy Director Zheng for no reason, pouted his mouth and kept rolling his eyes.Aliali: 67467efbc4f3f33ac45e4cd7


    Unable to refuse the hospitality, Deputy Director Zheng sat down. It was hot, so Yan Zhao took off his clothes and signaled Deputy Director Zheng to do the same. He opened a bottle of wine, saying he wanted to have a few drinks with Deputy Director Zheng.


    However, perhaps it was the first time the leader was a guest, his hands trembled, and he identally dropped the wine bottle, which almost shattered. Deputy Director Zheng instinctively reached out to catch it, but Yan Zhao, while he was bending down, suddenly pressed the pager on Deputy Director Zheng''s waist, quickly nced at it, and then went to the kitchen to bring out the dishes.


    He swept a handful of flour on the kitchen counter, wrote down a series of numbers, and then said, "Write it down."


    Seeing Chen Men still in a daze, Yan Zhao whispered, "This is the pager number Deputy Director Zheng uses to contact Yu Xiaoqiao."


    Chen Men then noticed that there was a pager on the table, but Deputy Director Zheng also had one on his waist.


    Two pagers, one public, so it was ced on the table, the other hidden on his waist.


    Deputy Director Zheng indeed yed high-level games; at home, he was a kind grandfather, in front of leaders, a capable subordinate, but he had a pager specifically for contacting his mistress.


    The pager on his waist was for single-line contact with Yu Xiaoqiao, with only one number recorded.


    They usually wouldn''t call but would leave messages at the pager station. Following this number, Yan Zhao could check the pager station''s records to find out where they met and where they stayed.


    To make it more exciting, just with this pager number, Yan Zhao could even knock on the hotel room door and catch Deputy Director Zheng and Yu Xiaoqiao.

 Chapter 118

    It was Saturday, and Yan Peiheng had just returned from the Henan Military Region after finishing his morning meeting.


    Assuming Chen Men hadn''t prepared lunch, Secretary Mao brought some food prepared by the Henan Military Sub-district for the old man. They could just heat it up and eat together.


    Yan Peiheng and Deputy Director Zheng were old acquaintances. As soon as the old man entered, Deputy Director Zheng stood up to greet him: "Uncle Yan, you must be tired. Did you just get off work and rush back from Henan?"


    Seeing a little girl beside Yuanyuan, Yan Peiheng smiled and asked, "Is this your granddaughter?"


    As the saying goes, speak appropriately to your audience. To Yan Zhao, Deputy Director Zheng was a superior and needed to exercise his authority.


    But in front of Yan Peiheng, he was extremely ttering: "Yes, yes, she''s my granddaughter, but she''s not as pretty as your granddaughter. Yours is like a little star."


    Yan Peiheng loved hearing people praise Yuanyuan''s cuteness and enjoyed suchpliments, though he modestly waved his hand: "Not at all, all children are lovely."


    "It''s precisely for these lovely children that we must work hard," Deputy Director Zheng raised his ss and said, "To the honor of the army and the future of Factory 291, I''d like to toast you."


    "It''s midday, drink less. Let''s eat. Yan Zhao, go help Men serve the food," Yan Peiheng said.


    Deputy Director Zheng''s face was now full of wrinkles from smiling, and looking at Yan Zhao, he remarked emotionally: "Uncle Yan, your life has been truly glorious. Your son is obedient and capable, and your daughter-inw is like a white dragon horse, hardworking and virtuous. I can match you in maintaining personal integrity, but I''m not as good as you in educating children."


    The art of being an official - while ttering Yan Peiheng, he didn''t forget to glorify himself.


    Chen Men was serving rice when she heard Deputy Director Zhengpare her to a white dragon horse, and she was so angry she almost spat in the rice.


    This man was too shameless,paring her to an animal.


    Indeed, Yan Peiheng also found it inappropriate: "My daughter-inw is much more capable than my son, how can she bepared to a white dragon horse? She''s our family''s..." For a moment, the old man couldn''t find a suitableparison for Chen Men.


    But everyone likes to hear praise and ttery, so he changed his tone: "As leadership cadres, maintaining personal integrity is essential. In modern society, the temptations of beauty and money are too great. You''re in the public security department, you must maintain your principles and not be corrupted by money and beauty."


    Deputy Director Zheng held his wine ss and said: "I wouldn''t dare boast about other things, but money and beauty can''t corrupt people like us."


    He spoke as if money and beauty really couldn''t corrupt him.


    The children also joined the table for lunch. Zheng Beibei was particrly close to her grandfather and sat in Deputy Director Zheng''sp. Seeing him drink, she reached out to pull his beard: "Grandpa, no drinking, it stinks!"


    "Look, Uncle Yan, I actually drink very little. The child keeps me in check, won''t let me drink," Deputy Director Zheng said.


    His way of presenting himself was so skillful that if Chen Men didn''t know his true nature, even she would think he was a good official.


    Sure enough, Yan Peiheng nodded repeatedly: "Good, this is how a people''s cadre should behave."


    Seeing Yan Peiheng still holding his wine cup, Yuanyuan imitated Zheng Beibei and said: "Grandpa, don''t drink anymore, it''s not good for your health."


    "Alright, alright, I won''t drink anymore." Yan Peiheng put down his wine cup, but when Yuanyuan reached out wanting him to hold her, he stiffened for a moment and ultimately didn''t pick her up, pushing the child away instead.


    Halfway through the meal, Deputy Director Zheng suddenly noticed that Yan Peiheng seemed unhappy, so he smiled and asked: "Uncle Yan, do you have something troubling you?"


    "No, let''s eat," Yan Peiheng said.


    Deputy Director Zheng continued: "Look at you - Yan Jun''s family is doing so well in America, and Yan Zhao and Yan Wei are making you proud here in China. You''re truly life''s winner."


    If he hadn''t mentioned Yan Jun, Yan Peiheng''s expression might have been better, but at the mention of Yan Jun, the old man''s face darkened further: "Just eat."


    After lunch, it was time for Deputy Director Zheng to take his leave.


    Father and son Yan both saw him out, and along the way, he kept patting his chest and assuring Yan Peiheng, saying he would take full responsibility for Yan Zhao''s work promotion, and that he would definitely take good care of Yan Zhao and support his work.


    These wereplete lies - among the four leaders in the city bureau, he was actually the one blocking Yan Zhao''s promotion.


    Speaking differently to different people - this man was truly skilled at it.


    The children had to do their weekend homework this afternoon so they could enjoy themselves properly tomorrow.


    As for Yan Peiheng, he neither yed chess nor read books, nor did he speak to anyone. He just sat silently in the courtyard, listening to the rustling of locust tree leaves behind the yard, sitting there for half a day.


    However, after dinner, he suddenly suggested that since he hadn''t been out for a long time, he wanted to take the children out for some fun.


    With grandfather at home, the children already felt ufortable, and hearing about going into town, Little Wang cleverly said: "Sure, grandpa, you can stay at home, we''ll go by ourselves."


    Unfortunately, Little Wang couldn''t fool his grandfather, who grabbed him by the back of his cor. Yan Peiheng said: "We''ll go together."


    To take the children out, the old man specially kept the official car, a seven-seater Leopard, the leaders'' exclusive car, very spacious. Before getting in, seeing Little Wang being slick and unwilling to get in, the old man got angry and said: "Get in quickly. You can only ride in this car now while I''m still working in the unit. After I retire, you won''t even have the chance to ride in it."


    With one motion, he lifted Little Wang into the car.


    The family headed straight to the night market in the city.


    These days, the city wasn''t exciting during the day; it came alive at night.


    Especially in the square in front of the People''s Department Store, there were stalls everywhere selling small toys, thread spools, socks, insoles, clothes, various small notebooks, hardware, key chains, tape recorders - a dazzling array that caught the eye at every turn.


    As they walked, they passed a ring toss game. The ground was covered with various small toys and essories like hair clips, with a cylinder in front for throwing balls. Hit it once, win a toy. The children had never seen this before and naturally wanted to y.


    "That''s a scam, you can never win," Chen Men, well-versed in such tricks, knew that if people won, how would the vendor make money?


    She gathered the children and was about to leave.


    "Let''s y, Mom, I have money," Little Wang said, reaching for his pocket.


    Little Lang and Yuanyuan didn''t want to leave either. The children were fascinated by this novelty they''d never seen before.


    Yan Peiheng had been gloomy all day, seemingly preupied, but wanting to make his grandchildren happy, he took out ten yuan and said: "Go y, use up all these ten yuan."


    Little Wang got ten rings from the vendor, aimed at his favorite videotape, and tossed one over - of course, he missed. With ten rings in hand, he got anxious and quickly threw eight of them in session, naturally not getting any.


    "This is a scam," Little Wang said angrily, with one ring left.


    Little Lang, however, remained calm, took thest ring from his brother, and asked Yuanyuan: "Sister, what do you want from all these things here?"


    Yuanyuan spotted a spittoon at the far end and surprisingly said: "I want that one."


    Little Lang just stretched out his arm, and whoosh - the ring flew out and perfectlynded on the spittoon that was almost exactly the same size as the ring.


    "This kid got lucky, how precise for such a young child," someone eximed.


    The vendor brought over the spittoon, smiling and saying: "Here you go, young man, the spittoon is yours."


    They still had eight yuan left, and the vendor, seeing two well-dressed, distinguished-looking men standing behind the children - clearly officials taking their kids out for fun - pointed to the ball-throwing game nearby and said: "Come on, young man, try throwing the balls. For each one you get in, I''ll give you ten yuan back."


    This was actually harder. Although the bucket was close, basically no one could get it in. The prize money sounded big, but it was designed to take people''s money. The vendor wanted to get the children''s ten yuan.


    However, Little Lang didn''t listen to the vendor. He walked to a javelin setup, stood on tiptoe, touched it, and said: "If I win at this, I can get the doll up there, right?"


    A doll hung above the javelin - it was the currently popr Snow White.


    "See that moving target inside? You need to hit the eight-ring with this javelin to get the doll. Little one, you can barely reach it, don''t even try."


    The boss thought he was too young and didn''t have the heart to cheat him out of his money with such aplex project.


    But Little Lang turned over a chamber pot, stood on it, and said, "I want to win a doll for my sister."


    This was a child who had never touched a gun before, and when the boss turned on the machine, the target immediately started to move. It was almost impossible to hit it.


    When grabbing the gun, Little Lang ced the doll in Yuanyuan''s hands: "Sister, this is yours now."


    A child who had to stand on a chamber pot to shoot at a target actually believed he could hit the eight-ring. The boss found it a bit amusing and turned back to smile at Yan Zhao and his son: "This kid doesn''t seem to understand the rules."


    The first shot missed the target, and Little Wang and Yuanyuan anxiously asked, "Little Lang, can you do it?"


    A crisp sound, and Little Lang hit the bullseye.


    At this moment, Chen Men saw some nice socks and was picking out socks for the children.


    Yan Peiheng sighed deeply, chatting with Yan Zhao about something. Yan Zhao rarely heard his old man confide in him, so he was listening attentively.


    No one paid attention to whether a child standing on a chamber pot could hit the remaining rings.


    But suddenly, the boss eximed in surprise, and the woman next door selling socks also stood up.


    Yan Zhao was also attracted by his son and walked over to stand behind him, holding his breath. He saw Little Lang firing in quick session, the small nails from the dart gun chasing the target, hitting the nine-ring in a row, all in one go.


    "What incredible luck!" the boss eximed.


    Yan Peiheng also walked over, staring in disbelief at his son: "How did this kid get such good aim?"


    Little Lang was only six and a half years old, in the first grade this year.


    He could use an old, slipping dart gun to hit a moving target nine times in a row.


    Both Yan Zhao and Yan Peiheng had been on the battlefield and were seasoned gunmen. It was precisely because they knew guns well that they understood how difficult Little Lang''s feat was.


    Yan Zhao couldn''t believe it and took out another two yuan, signaling Little Lang to try again.


    Little Lang had already tried once. He silently picked up the gun, waiting for the boss to turn on the machine. Leaning over the dart gun to aim, he fired a burst of steel needles, turning the small target into a porcupine.


    Yan Zhao was dumbfounded, and Yan Peiheng took a deep breath before finally exhaling: "This kid, when he grows up, will be a top-notch sniper. Third, I''ve reserved him. He must join the army in the future!"


    Yan Zhao knew that his son could do it because he had always practiced his stance well, his fists were solid, his hands were strong, and his eyes and mind were steady.


    But hitting ten shots in a row was too difficult.


    The child didn''t know how shocked the adults were at that moment. He only knew that he had won two of his sister''s favorite things for her. Slowly getting down from the chamber pot, he picked it up and handed it to Yuanyuan.


    Yuanyuan, however, turned around and presented it to Yan Peiheng, mustering the courage to say, "Grandpa, I give you a chamber pot. You won''t need to go out to the toilet at night anymore!"


    Yan Peiheng''s face had been very poor today, as if he had something on his mind. At that moment, Chen Men was standing behind him.


    As the old man took the chamber pot, he suddenly copsed backward, his face pale. If not for Chen Men catching him, he would have fallen straight to the ground.


    The old man was advanced in age, and getting up at night to go to the toilet in the countryside, where there were no lights, was indeed inconvenient.


    Yuanyuan winning a chamber pot for him was such a thoughtful gesture that his feelings can be imagined.


    But Chen Men was puzzled. She thought that even if her father-inw was moved, he wouldn''t lose control and copse on the spot.


    After shopping, it was time to go home.


    Yan Zhao drove, and Yan Peiheng remained silent throughout the journey.


    When they arrived at the first detachment, Yan Zhao got out of the car and helped the old man into the house.


    But as soon as he turned around, Yan Peiheng came out of the house again, holding the chamber pot, staring at Yan Zhao''s back under the moonlight. The old man''s eyes were clearly glistening with tears, clearly indicating that he was extremely distressed.


    The rtionship between Yan Zhao and his father was too poor; the two could easily cause world-ending arguments. Chen Men felt it was very necessary to understand her father-inw''s emotions.


    So after washing up and getting into bed, Chen Men asked Yan Zhao to see what was wrong with the old man.


    Yan Zhao said, "There''s news from my older brother."


    There was indeed a problem.


    Not only did Sister-inw Liu Xiuying want to call Chen Men, but there was also news from Yan Jun.


    "Did Big Brother write a letter to Dad?" Chen Men asked.


    Yan Zhao shook his head.


    It wasn''t that Yan Jun wrote a letter to Yan Peiheng, but an old army buddy who had retired and moved abroad, currently living in New York. He had recently run into Yan Jun and learned some news about him, then called Yan Peiheng from across the ocean.


    Coincidentally, Chen Men also needed to tell Yan Zhao about what Deputy Director Zheng had said today, that Sister-inw wanted to call her.


    Deputy Director Zheng''s intention was for Chen Men not to tell Yan Zhao about this, but Chen Men would definitely choose to say it. She hadn''t even seen what Sister-inw looked like, so why should she hide anything from her husband?


    After hearing this, Yan Zhao said, "I guess Sister-inw ising back for Mike. Big Brother''s eldest son, Mike, is 17 this year. He recently received a rmendation from a mentor to attend an interview at West Point. If he passes the interview and subsequent evaluations, he can attend West Point Military Academy. West Point is the top military academy in the world, and upon graduation, he will serve in the U.S. military. However, his father''s identity is sensitive. Once Mike is actually admitted to West Point, Dad will be in trouble."


    So Yan Peiheng''s mood was very bad today.


    Not only had Yan Jun be an American, but his son was also going to apply to West Point.


    In the future, he might even be an American soldier.


    Currently, the military''s policy is lenient, and there are no hard requirements for the children of leaders to go abroad.


    Most of the children of leaders who go abroad hold short-term visas and retain their Hua Country citizenship. asionally, some get green cards, but not many. People just curse them in private, but since it''s not against thew, too many leaders'' children have gone abroad to enjoy paradise lives.


    But serving in the U.S. military is different.


    Once West Point admits Mike, it means he is already a U.S. citizen. At that moment, Yan Peiheng, without resigning, will face military legal scrutiny and ountability.


    Having a grandfather in the Hua Country military and a grandson serving in the U.S. military is not only against the policy but also a great shame for the Hua Country military.


    It can be said that at the moment Mike is admitted to West Point, Yan Peiheng''s entire life will be a disgrace to the Hua Country military.


    In severe cases, he might end up in the military prison with Wang Gebi.


    "Is Dad okay? Why don''t you go sleep with him tonight?" Chen Men empathized; if she were in such a situation, she might be so angry that she''d want to hang herself.


    Yan Zhao sighed deeply, looking down at Chen Men, his eyes slightly red but smiling: "He''ll be fine."


    "Can you really tell if an old man is okay?" Chen Men said.


    Yan Zhao, surprisingly, sighed again and then said, "The old man just told me that at the moment he heard the news, he reflected on his failure in education and wanted to resign in disgrace. He didn''t even want to continue. In fact, today he took the children out to y to spend theirst time together beforemitting suicide by gun. But just now, when he saw Little Lang standing on the chamber pot, able to hit ten shots in a row with a broken dart gun, the old man suddenly let go. He said that once Mike is admitted to West Point and insists on going, he will file a militarywsuit, sever ties with his older brother, and have the Ministry of Foreign Affairs issue an expulsion order, never allowing his older brother to return. He will remain in the Hua Country military, staying on the job as long as the military does not expel him. He wants to set an example for Yan Minng."


    The younger generation surpasses the older, each generation stronger than thest.


    If Yan Jun''s son really gets into West Point, it''s indeed something to admire.


    As a senior, Yan Peiheng can''t stop the child from pursuing his ideals. But just now, when Little Lang hit ten shots in a row, the old man suddenly realized that although the eldest son''s children were all excellent, the third son''s children were not bad either.


    Little Lang, who was usually quiet, was rarely noticed by Yan Peiheng. After all, the old man naturally favored the eldest grandson and liked Little Wang.


    And Yuanyuan always unconsciously attracted his attention.


    But Little Lang''s stunning performance reignited Yan Peiheng''s fighting spirit as a soldier and his indomitable military spirit.


    A mix of joy, anger, and unparalleled loss.


    Although he was indeed in great pain, Little Lang was the hope of Old Master Yan, and he still wanted to see him grow up, join the army, and make a name for himself as a qualified, sharpshooting sniper. How could he possibly consider suicide?


    Mike was excellent, but Yan Peiheng believed that given time, Yan Minng would not be inferior to him!


    ...


    After they finished talking, Chen Men suddenly remembered something: "The medicine, it''s getting cold."


    Yan Zhao suddenly sat up: "What medicine?"


    "The medicine I got for you, for rheumatism," Chen Men said as she sat up and got out of bed to heat the medicine for Yan Zhao.


    Up until this point, Yan Zhao still thought Chen Men was talking about the medicine she had bought from Yu Xiaoqiao.


    Seeing that it was a bowl of cooked Chinese medicine, and even the dregs, he was even more surprised: "Yu Xiaoqiao didn''t say it was ointment? Howe this is Chinese medicine?"


    Chen Men was afraid the medicine would seep, so she specially put a stic bag over the cloth bag containing the dregs, which not only kept it warm but also prevented seepage, allowing Yan Zhao to apply it even while lying in bed. She didn''t let him get out of bed, cing the medicine bag on the bedside table and putting Yan Zhao''s hand inside it, then asked: "Is it too hot? If it is, should I blow on it for you?"


    She then took back the medicine bag and pretended to blow on it.


    In her pajamas, she squatted by the bed, her red lips puffing on the medicine bag, the heat reddening her entire face.


    Yan Zhao, who had spent his whole life as a hardworking ox, had never received such treatment from a woman. He was so ufortable that he simply ignored the heat and put his hand into the dregs, then pursed his lips and took a deep breath, closing his eyes.


    But just as he closed his eyes, he heard Chen Men say: "By the way, do you even know which way the hospital gate faces?"


    The way she said it sounded strange. Yan Zhao thought for a moment and said seriously: "The provincial hospital faces east, and the district hospital faces south."


    "So you do know," Chen Men said with a smile, looking at Yan Zhao. "Then remember to go to the hospital if you''re not feeling well, and don''t just ask anyone for a prescription, okay?"


    It was only then that Yan Zhao realized Chen Men was jealous, and it was because of the ointment, she was jealous of Yu Xiaoqiao.


    But even though he knew Chen Men was jealous, he didn''t know what to say, only managing to utter three words: "I''m sorry!"


    Chen Men remained light and easy, with a calm demeanor. She got back into bed, unfolded another nket, and casually said: "There''s no need to apologize. It''s fine to try some folk remedies, but I''m just worried that the ointment other women give you might not be good. What if it''s some kind of magic oil?"


    You see, Zhou Xueqin had hinted that Yan Zhao''s future promotion might be affected by his rtionships with women.


    If it were Yan Xishan or Lu Jingyu, Chen Men wouldn''t care at all, wishing they would die of syphilis on the spot.


    But Yan Zhao was different. It wasn''t that he was particrly special, but because of the children. Little Wang and Little Lang were Chen Men''s children, and she didn''t want their future prospects to be affected by their father''s affairs.


    Although the matter with Yu Xiaoqiao was small, since it had happened, Chen Men had to use it as a case study to remind Yan Zhao.


    She needed to remind him that if Yu Xiaoqiao gave him a tube of Indian magic oil, it wouldn''t cure his rheumatism and might even make him itchy. Even if he didn''t want to cheat, could he control his physiological desires?


    Although her words were light, the implication was serious.


    "Indian magic oil?" Yan Zhao frowned, suddenly sitting up, his voice raised: "I''m a public security officer. I know that''s a prohibited item. How could I possibly use it? It''s a tool formitting crimes and evidence of a crime. Anyone who produces it, I can arrest them."


    "Lie down, lower your voice!" Chen Men quickly said.


    His voice was too loud and might wake the children next door.


    "It''s my hand that''s the problem, not other parts," Yan Zhao still sounded angry, his ears turning red: "Besides, I''ve seen all kinds of magic oils on the market. Don''t I know how to distinguish them by smell?"


    "Lie down and lower your voice, can you do that?" Chen Men asked.


    This man couldn''t take a joke.


    Clearly, he had almost fallen into Yu Xiaoqiao''s trap, and Chen Men should have been the one to be angry. But after making a joke, he got angry first.


    Yan Zhaoy down, still looking resentful.


    His ears were red and about to burst.


    Chen Men then turned around and hugged Yan Zhao, asking again: "Yan Bureau, let''s assume, if Yu Xiaoqiao were to bypass me and give you the ointment alone, would you ept it?"


    You know, a woman like Yu Xiaoqiao has very subtle and artistic ways of conquering men.


    Today she gives a tube of medicine, tomorrow she asks Yan Zhao to help with something small, the day after tomorrow she invites him to dinner. Before he even realizes it, he''s been conquered.


    Chen Men asked this to judge, based on Yan Zhao''s answer, whether he would be tempted if Yu Xiaoqiao tried to corrupt him.


    As long as he gave an answer, she could tell.


    After all, she had seen too many such things in her previous life.


    Yan Zhao looked down at his wife.


    "Go on, just assume!" Chen Men still had a smile on her face.Aliali: 6747c480c4f3f33ac46fd021


    Yan Zhao, with a serious expression, looked down at Chen Men, probably thinking about how to answer the question.


    After a long while, he cleared his throat, ready to speak, but at that moment, just as luck would have it, Chen Men''s mobile phone rang. There was no caller ID, so she picked up: "Hello?"


    "Hello, are you Chen Men?" the other person said.


    "Yes, I am!" Chen Men replied.


    The other person''s voice was particrly enthusiastic: "I''m your sister-inw, by the way, is Yan Zhao with you?"


    Chen Men pressed the speakerphone button, indicating that Yan Zhao should listen too, but she said: "He''s not here!"


    Sure enough, the sister-inw really called.


    Chen Men wanted to hear what she had to say.


    However, the other person''s tone sounded very envious. Liu Xiuying said: "I never thought you could afford a mobile phone?"


    Chen Men thought to herself that a mobile phone was nothing special, they were everywhere in America. Wasn''t the sister-inw''s question a bit out of character for someone who was supposed to be rich?

 Chapter 119

    Sister-inw Liu Xiuying was born in 1948 and is now 43 years old.


    She had previously worked at the frontier in Qinghai and was reportedly known as an "Iron Girl" among the educated youth.


    She and Yan Jun were originally sent abroad on official business - she went for ounting studies while Yan Jun was a visiting philosopher.


    After their visas expired, no one knew exactly how they managed to stay in America, though they hadn''t obtained green cards.


    However, everyone who knew her said she was particrly wealthy and her children were very sessful.


    Liu Xiuying smiled and said, "I heard Yan Zhao is currently a small police precinct chief?"


    "Yes," Chen Men replied.


    "He should be due for a promotion, but our father isn''t the type to pull strings for Third Brother, right?" Liu Xiuying added.


    "I suppose so," Chen Men answered ambiguously.


    Liu Xiuying said casually, "Leave this matter to me. I guarantee Third Brother will get promoted soon. By the way, I''ming back to China soon on a business trip, and I''ll be visiting Xiping City. I''ll buy you some American cosmetics, some English books for the children, and I heard your daughter likes music - how about I get her a violin?"


    "Oh, you shouldn''t - wouldn''t that be too much trouble?" Chen Men said.


    Chen Men felt ufortable with this sister-inw whom she barely knew being so enthusiastic, not only offering to help with Yan Zhao''s promotion and raise but also wanting to buy gifts.


    "It''s settled then, goodbye," Liu Xiuying said and hung up.


    Yan Zhao grabbed the mobile phone, wanting to ask about them giving thend certificate to Wang Gebi, but since the international call didn''t show the caller ID, he had to put the phone down.


    After hanging up, Chen Men wasn''t done with her interrogation and said, "Chief Yan, tell me, if Yu Xiaoqiao personally brought you some ointment, would you use it? Would you ept it?"


    Yan Zhao was about to answer when, coincidentally, thendline by the bed rang. After answering, he got up immediately: "There''s a case at the bureau, I need to go back to work overtime."


    This left Chen Men unable to employ either her carrot or stick approach.


    He got lucky, escaping for now.


    But sooner orter, Chen Men would need to have a proper talk with Yan Zhao about Yu Xiaoqiao - they needed to reach a conclusion.


    However, Yan Zhao had been very busytely, leaving early and returningte. By the time he got home, Chen Men would be asleep, so naturally, there was no time to discuss that issue.


    Half a month passed, and on another Saturday, Yan Peiheng called, asking Chen Men to bring the children to the Guoguang Hotel. ording to him, Commander Chao had a well-maintained old Gongzi brand air rifle that used lead pellets.


    Although the country hadn''t banned air rifles in the 1990s, those using lead pellets were no longer allowed to be manufactured. Having such a gun would allow Little Lang to practice shooting at home.


    Taking someone''s gun was like taking their treasure.


    Yan Zhao had arranged a meal at the Guoguang Hotel for Yan Peiheng to treat Commander Chao as thanks for the gun.


    They were eating now, and after the meal, they would be leaving for a business trip to the Henan Military Region, so they asked Chen Men toe personally to collect the gun.


    Little Lang was brooding, unaware of how much hope his grandfather had ced in him. However, he was excited about getting a gun, sitting in the back with a smile like a cherub from a New Year''s painting.


    Little Wang and Yuanyuan were having a disagreement today because Yuanyuan had be good friends with Zheng Beibei recently. Little Wang disliked Deputy Director Zheng and consequently disliked Zheng Beibei, so he wasn''t happy about Yuanyuan being so close to her.


    "Zheng Beibei''s grandfather is quite nice, and he''s friends with our grandfather," Yuanyuan argued reasonably.


    Little Wang gave a coldugh: "Nice my foot! Zheng Beibei''s grandfather just likes to brown-nose, and he looks down on us - does he think we can''t tell? Zheng Beibei used to always say bad things about you too. I forbid you from being friends with her."


    He could see the contempt in Deputy Director Zheng''s eyes when looking at him, which made Little Wang very angry.


    Unfortunately, Yuanyuan was a bit naive and didn''t understand these things.


    It was normal for children to make different friends from day to day.


    Yuanyuan was particrly troubled by her brother always interfering with her friendships.


    They parked at the entrance of the Guoguang Hotel, where Chen Men had to wait.


    Little Lang stood there brooding, lost in his own world.


    Little Wang and Yuanyuan were still sulking - unlike adults, even small differences in opinion were huge matters to children.


    Suddenly, Little Wang spotted Deputy Director Zheng wearing casual clothes and a baseball cap, head lowered, slipping into the hotel through a side entrance near a gift shop.


    The boy always felt Deputy Director Zheng wasn''t a good person, though he couldn''t exin why. His curiosity got the better of him, and he followed him inside.


    About half an hourter, Yan Peiheng and Commander Chao finally came out of the restaurant.


    Commander Chao''s air rifle was in a box. Seeing that Little Lang wasn''t even as tall as his thigh, he doubted and asked Yan Peiheng, "Him? Can he handle a gun?"


    "Let me put it this way - given time, he''ll be better than either of us," Yan Peiheng said with a smile.


    This was quite an exaggeration, but as oldrades, Commander Chao didn''t want to discourage Yan Peiheng, so he just said, "I look forward to seeing that!"


    The two elderly men were about to leave when Commander Chao had one more thing to tell Yan Peiheng: "Zheng Yong is a good man. That Yu Xiaoqiao he rmended sounds just as excellent as your daughter-inw. Give herpany more consideration - if nothing else works out, let her take over Factory 291."


    This was the power of connections - Commander Chao had never met Yu Xiaoqiao, but with Deputy Director Zheng''s rmendation and their trust in him, she could secure the factory.


    "Alright then, see you in the capital," Yan Peiheng said.


    Chen Men hadn''t been particrly worried until now, but today she suddenly felt anxious.


    Factory 291 was about to fall into Yu Xiaoqiao''s hands - what was Yan Zhao doing? He had Deputy Director Zheng''s pager number, so why hadn''t he handled this yet?


    Could it be that he actually wanted to see Factory 291 end up in Yu Xiaoqiao''s hands, bing Deputy Director Zheng''s cash cow?


    Since her reincarnation, Chen Men felt she had done more than enough - working hard to repair the rtionship between father and son, and now both Little Wang and Little Lang were excellent children. But Yan Zhao''s performance was far too disappointing.


    Just then, Little Wang suddenly burst out of the hotel''s main entrance, grinning with a flushed face, shouting, "Yuanyuan,e with me! I''ve got something good to show you, really good!"


    The two elderly men were about to leave but turned back when they heard Little Wang''s shouting.


    Yan Peiheng scolded Little Wang: "What''s all this shouting about?"


    Little Wang looked up at his grandfather, growing even more excited: "Grandpa, quick,e with me upstairs!"


    The elderly man had to leave for his business trip and had no time for Little Wang''s antics, so he said, "Don''t mess around, go home with your mother."


    "Grandpa, trust me, there''s something interesting to see upstairs." As he spoke, Little Wang started pushing and bumping, trying to get Yan Peiheng to go upstairs.


    Yan Peiheng found the child''s behavior annoying and gave him a light smack on the bottom.


    While Chen Men asionally spanked the children herself, she didn''t like others hitting them, so she pulled Little Wang away, intending to force him into the car since he was being so disruptive.


    However, at that moment, a shouting voice suddenly came from the hotel lobby: "Let go of me! Xiong Xiangdang, Ma Bo, do you have a death wish?"


    It was Deputy Director Zheng''s voice.


    Little Wang immediately stopped struggling and broke free from Chen Men, shouting, "Herees the show, everyone look!"


    Yan Peiheng and Commander Chao, who were about to get in their car, turned around to see several police officers in olive-green uniforms and wide-brimmed caps forcing Deputy Director Zheng out with his arms twisted behind his back.


    Good heavens, it was an arrest scene!


    "Xiong Xiangdang, do you still want that promotion?" Deputy Director Zheng first questioned the officer on his left.


    Then he turned to the right and asked, "Ma Bo, your family''s from Ankang, right? Do you still want your parents to have a good life?"


    Two police officers were restraining one person, with Deputy Director Zheng in front and Yu Xiaoqiao behind, though both were fully dressed.


    Chen Men''s eyes lit up instantly as she understood. Today, Deputy Director Zheng and Yu Xiaoqiao had arranged to meet at the Guoguang Hotel, which happened to be under Jindong District''s jurisdiction. Yan Zhao must be here to catch them in the act of prostitution.


    Moreover, it was Yan Zhao who had arranged the dinner meeting between Yan Peiheng and Commander Chao.


    When arranging the dinner, he must have nned to let the two senior leaders witness Deputy Director Zheng''s true nature.


    Two groups of people, one prostitution sting operation - it was killing two birds with one stone.


    That dark-hearted, dark-faced man might be whatever else, but when it came to executing his duties, he struck hard and showed no mercy.


    When he did strike, he would leavewbreakers with no way out.


    Of course, Deputy Director Zheng wasn''t easy to deal with either. Someone clever enough to engage in such affairs must have considered all angles.


    So despite being handcuffed behind his back, he wasn''t anxious or flustered at all. Instead, he shouted loudly, "I was meeting with Comrade Yu Xiaoqiao at the hotel to discuss business. Yan Zhao, you''re overstepping your authority and framing your superior. Just you wait."


    Just as they stepped out, they ran into Yan Peiheng and Commander Chao, both former superiors of Deputy Director Zheng. Surely now he would panic.


    But no, he didn''t panic at all. Instead, upon seeing Commander Chao, he acted as if he''d found his savior. With his neck twisted and veins bulging from struggle, he screamed desperately, "Uncle Chao, look what Yan Zhao is doing! I was discussing work with a female colleague at the hotel, and he just barged in and arrested us. He''s framing me!"


    Commander Chao exchanged a nce with Yan Peiheng.


    Times had changed, and hotels had bemon meeting ces. It was said that many people conducted business meetings in hotels.


    Moreover, Deputy Director Zheng had been consistently undermining Yan Zhao among the leadership, speaking ill of him behind his back, saying he was insubordinate, stubborn, carried out work willfully, and always looked for ways to catch leaders making mistakes.


    Deputy Director Zheng also had an ace up his sleeve, something he had never mentioned to anyone before, but once revealed, could save himself.


    That''s why Yan Zhao had spent two weeks nning to catch him in the act of soliciting prostitution today.


    But at this moment, Deputy Director Zheng showed no fear. He jumped and struggled, shouting, "Commander Chao, I have liver and kidney problems. I can show you my medical report if you don''t believe me. I was really just discussing work with Yu Xiaoqiao."


    At this point, not only were the children dumbfounded.


    Ma Bo and Xiong Xiangdang were the first to break down the door earlier, and they had caught Deputy Director Zheng in the act of undoing his pants. But now they were hesitant - liver and kidney dysfunction meant impotence, right? How could an impotent man solicit prostitution?


    This was thergest hotel in Xiping City, luxuriously decorated and located opposite the People''s Mall, in an extremely busy area.


    In an instant, quite a crowd had gathered.


    When Xiong Xiangdang and Ma Bo hesitated and loosened their grip, the handcuffed Deputy Director Zheng rushed straight toward Commander Chao.


    "Uncle Chao, this was about Project 291. I was discussing business matters with Yu Xiaoqiao." True to his reputation as someone who thrived in the Public Security Bureau, Deputy Director Zheng now turned fiercely toward Yan Zhao: "I was concerned about veterans'' affairs, but this dog Yan Zhao has ulterior motives. He''s retaliating against me!"


    "You shouldn''t have arranged to meet at a hotel," Commander Chao said, clearly believing Deputy Director Zheng.


    With the leader believing him, Deputy Director Zheng immediately smiled: "Yes, yes, I should have known Yan Zhao was such a selfish, narrow-minded person. I really shouldn''t have met at the hotel. I''ll be more careful next time..."


    From Chen Men''s perspective, this cunning old fox of a Deputy Director was about to slip away again.


    Xiong Xiangdang and Ma Bo exchanged nces, and Ma Bo pped himself across the face.


    To catch this big tiger Deputy Director Zheng, they had spent an entire week checking phone records, wiretapping, and nning the arrest.


    Ma Bo had been too hasty, entering too early. If they had waited five more minutes, they could have caught the two with their clothes off.


    When a man and woman meet in a hotel room, being caught dressed versus undressed leads topletely different consequences.


    If both parties im they were discussing business, there''s nothing you can do about it.


    So with one misstep, not only would they fail to catch the big tiger, but they would likely face retaliation from Deputy Director Zheng from now on.


    Deputy Director Zheng now stood beside Commander Chao, coldly sweeping his gaze across the Jindong Branch Bureau police officers, even managing a smirk. For him, it was lucky, incredibly lucky, that he hadn''t taken off his pants yet.


    As for the Jindong Branch Bureau police officers, they would have to wait and see what happened to them from now on.


    Not only would they be passed over for promotions and raises, but once Deputy Director Zheng was promoted to the provincial department, he would surely take revenge on these blind dogs.


    Yan Zhao was holding a small purse, Yu Xiaoqiao''s, and had been searching through it while walking at the back. Just then, he suddenly said, "Does discussing work require Indian God Oil?"


    Though his voice wasn''t loud, it carried clearly. Yan Zhao, with his crew cut and crisp police uniform, drew everyone''s attention with that single sentence.


    Deputy Director Zheng, hands raised high and wearing handcuffs, froze for a moment.


    Commander Chao and Yan Peiheng exchanged nces: "What''s Indian God Oil?"


    Yan Zhao approached Deputy Director Zheng slowly with the small purse, held up a tube of ointment, first looking at Chen Men, waiting until she had hurriedly pushed all the children into the car, then began reading the instructions on the tube word by word: "One spray erges and thickens, treats erectile dysfunction, impotence, premature ejaction, canst 50 minutes without... When using, please apply to the..."


    His voice wasn''t loud but carried clearly.


    By now, the crowd had be so dense that water couldn''t flow through.


    Despite the vulgar words, Yan Zhao continued reading each character methodically until Commander Chao waved his hand saying, "Enough, Director Yan, stop reading."


    If he continued reading, Commander Chao would want to dig a hole and crawl into it.


    "Is Indian God Oil really that effective?" someone asked.


    Another person said, "He must be a leader, look at that belt - it''s police issue. A high-ranking police official needs medicine to sleep with women?"


    At this moment, not only did Deputy Director Zheng not know where to put his face, but Yu Xiaoqiao simply crouched down and buried her head between her knees.


    The most embarrassed were Yan Peiheng and Commander Chao.


    Just recently, Commander Chao had told Chen Men to be mindful of the army''s influence and discipline.


    But hisrade''s son, Zheng Yong, whom he treated like his own son, at his age and with his organ dysfunction, was still soliciting prostitutes. Not just that, but he needed to use Indian God Oil?


    What had the worlde to, what had people be, how could the army have produced such a degenerate as Deputy Director Zheng?


    The farce ended with Commander Chao''s loud and crisp p.


    That p left Deputy Director Zheng''s ears ringing from the moment he was detained at the Jindong Branch Bureau holding cell, through his time in the detention center, right up until he received his disciplinary action at headquarters.


    Of course, the impact of this incident was enormous.


    On a small scale, Little Wang finally proved to Yuanyuan that Zheng Beibei''s grandfather wasn''t a good person, sotely he had been particrly proud around Yuanyuan.


    As for Zheng Beibei''s family, forget about going abroad - because the incident was so shameful, after a few days, her parents quietly changed the little girl''s name, arranged a transfer, and moved Zheng Beibei to another school.


    On arger scale, a city-level public security leader soliciting prostitution was scandalous enough, but as the investigation deepened, Yan Zhao had also managed to catch the honeytrap gang. When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter - at first they tried to deny everything, but Yan Xishan had done great service for the Public Security Bureau this time because he had done the ideological work, and a female member of the team turned informant, confessing and revealing everything they had done.


    ording to this female witness, they had run honeytraps across the country, defrauding people of at least a million yuan.


    In 1991, this qualified as a major fraud case.


    The masterminds of the honeytrap team, including Yu Xiaoqiao and another man, were sentenced to twenty years.


    The others received sentences ranging from three to five years - in short, they were all convicted.


    As for Deputy Director Zheng, being a leader in the city bureau and his father having been a high-ranking military leader, he was currently detained but hadn''t been questioned yet.


    Of course, the case was being suppressed and hadn''t been announced publicly.


    ...


    Today was the day of Yu Xiaoqiao''s sentencing, and Xiong Dapao had been waiting for Yan Zhao at the entrance of Yanguan Vige.


    The arrest of Yu Xiaoqiao came as a bolt from the blue for Xiong Dapao. After all, she was his fianc¨¦e who had already been introduced to his parents, and their engagement banquet had even been booked at the Guoguang Hotel. Who would have thought that one morning, his fianc¨¦e would suddenly make headlines in the social news section, and for honey-trapping of all things?


    His life had certainly been full of ups and downs.


    When the incident first urred, Xiong Dapao had actively tried to rescue Yu Xiaoqiao, hoping to pay the fine and get her released first. However, as the case deepened, he realized that Yu Xiaoqiao was beyond his ability to save.


    Though he didn''t speak of it, his heart was riddled with wounds.


    Xiong Dapao had developed a smoking habit, chain-smoking one cigarette after another, constantly puffing away.


    When he saw Yan Zhao''s Passat appear, Xiong Dapao honked his horn, got out of his car, and asked first, "Boss, how many years did she get?"


    "Twenty years," Yan Zhao said.


    Xiong Dapao nodded, "Alright, you can go home now."


    Though he appeared calm on the surface, Xiong Dapao had lost at least forty pounds during this period. He looked like a skeleton, with a cigarette constantly in his hand, his fingers stained yellow from smoking.


    "Try to look on the bright side. One of these days, I''ll have my wife introduce you to someone nice," Yan Zhao said as he watched hisrade leave.


    "No thanks, I''m done looking. I''ve been hurt enough," Xiong Dapao waved his hand.


    "Keep looking, you''ll find the right one," Yan Zhao tried to console him.


    But this statement hit Xiong Dapao hard. He turned to stare at Yan Zhao and said, "The right one? I lost her ten years ago, damn it."


    He flicked his cigarette butt to the ground, got in his car, mmed the door shut, and drove away.


    As Yan Zhao turned around, he met Chen Men, whose voice carried a hint of worry: "Has Manager Xiong finally left?"


    "Yes, let''s go home," Yan Zhao said.


    Chen Men had just heard Yan Zhao say he would have her introduce someone to Xiong Dapao.


    She had also heard Xiong Dapao say he had lost the best one ten years ago.


    She knew, of course, that Xiong Dapao was referring to her, and she knew that Yan Zhao knew this too.


    But none of that mattered now. What mattered was still Yu Xiaoqiao.


    Yan Zhao had been busytely, so Chen Men hadn''t discussed it with him. Now that Yu Xiaoqiao''s sentence had been announced and Deputy Director Zheng''s case was essentially settled, Chen Men needed to return to their previous conversation: "Chief Yan, let''s have a proper talk. Let''s suppose, if Yu Xiaoqiao had personally delivered the rheumatism ointment to the police station, would you have epted it?"


    Recently, Chen Men had been preparing Chinese medicine, stewing it every evening and keeping it in a thermos for Yan Zhao to apply when he got home. The weather had just changed today, and now the wind was rising from the ground, blowing eerily.


    Yan Zhao squeezed his wrist and entered the courtyard. He saw the rifle that Commander Chao had given him mounted in the yard, with a target board five meters away. Feeling the urge to try it, he picked up the rifle and aimed at the target to test its feel.


    Chen Men followed behind him, still waiting for an answer.


    "Yes," he actually said.


    This answer was what Chen Men had expected.


    Well, she had been smiling just moments ago, but now Chen Men''s expression finally changed, letting out a coldugh:


    "Then she would definitely ask you for a small favor the next day, and after you helped her, she''d thank you with a dinner invitation a few dayster. This would happen again and again, and soon you''d be the next Deputy Director Zheng."


    Just then, Yan Zhao fired a shot with a bang. It was nighttime, and under the lights, the bullet silently hit the bullseye.


    He was surprised to find that his hands no longer had that numbing sensation that made it difficult to hold the gun in this changing weather, nor did they shake anymore. That feeling of precise control over the weapon hadpletely returned.


    This was certainly thanks to Chen Men''s Chinese medicine.


    He hadn''t noticed Chen Men''s anger until he turned and saw her cold smile, finally realizing his wife was upset.


    He naturally had to exin: "I would ept it, yes, but only if I didn''t consider her a criminal."


    "Then when she asks you for favors, nothing too excessive, you''d surely help her out, and when she invites you to dinner..."


    "We could go together, couldn''t we?" Yan Zhao said.


    Chen Men''s words carried a double meaning as she stormed into the house: "I''m afraid you wouldn''t want me to apany you when the timees."


    This was typical of Yan Zhao - once he realized his wife was angry, he would look for chores to do. Right now, with rain threatening and leaves scattered all over the courtyard by the wind, he grabbed a broom and started sweeping, even though it waste at night.


    That evening, all three children were huddled under one nket, watching "The Legend of the Condor Heroes."


    The two younger ones had fallen asleep, and Little Wang had just turned off the VCR and was quietly climbing down from the bed to return to his own room. He had actually overheard his parents'' argument earlier, and guessing that Chen Men must be quite angry since her room was dark, he said to Yan Zhao: "Mom''s angry, isn''t she?"


    "She''ll be fine soon," Yan Zhao said confidently, believing as always that there was no problem that couldn''t be solved by doing some housework.


    Little Wang went to return the video tape and tried pushing the door, but surprisingly, his mother had locked it from the inside.


    After pushing twice without sess, the little fellow said, "Dad, you''ve been locked out."


    The boy had never seen his father and new mother fight before, and knowing Chen Men''s good nature, he was sure she would forgive his father. So not only was he not worried, he seemed almost gleeful, saying, "Dad,e sleep with me, we can talk about ''The Legend of the Condor Heroes.''" The children''s current favorite was the Condor Heroes, and though the younger ones were asleep, his enthusiasm hadn''t waned, and he wanted to spend the night chatting with his father.


    Yan Zhao finally realized that Chen Men was truly angry. He picked up Little Wang, turned him around, and motioned for him to return to his own bedroom, then knocked on the door: "Men, open up."


    ...


    Since she remained silent, he added, "Alright, I''ll change my answer - I won''t go to dinner. That should be fine, right?"


    Regarding Yu Xiaoqiao, the correct answer should have been to not ept any medicine at all.


    Because it was very possible that what Yu Xiaoqiao called rheumatism ointment might actually have been Indian oil in the box.


    To Chen Men, Yan Zhao was the most sexually active man she had ever known, and he was also a police officer - how could he have so little vignce?


    She wasn''t really concerned about whether he would be unfaithful, but she worried that if he became involved in a scandal, it would embarrass the children.


    When it came to ''romantic scandals,'' this wasn''t something that could be resolved with just a lecture, because it involved a man''s basic instincts. Chen Men not only refused to let Yan Zhao in tonight but was even considering never sharing a bed with him again.


    This was the first time Chen Men had lost her temper since getting married.


    She remained silent, kept the door locked, and went to bed alone.


    Little Wang, now at his own bedroom door, was still saying, "Dad,e sleep with me?"


    Yan Zhao tried the window next, only to find she had locked that too, so he knocked hard twice: "Chen Men, open the door."


    "Come on, Dad, it''s just one night, sleep with me," Little Wang called out louder.


    His raised voice woke up Little Lang and Yuanyuan, who peered out their window. Yuanyuan called out loudly, "Brother, what''s happening outside?"


    Little Wang, ever the troublemaker, shouted back, "Dad and Mom had a fight, and now Dad can finally sleep with me..."


    With a bang, Chen Men yanked open the door and yelled, "Yan Wangqi, go to bed!" Then to Yuanyuan, she said, "Nothing''s wrong, go to sleep, you need to wake up early tomorrow."


    That''s the problem with having many children - you can''t even have a proper argument.


    But this didn''t mean she would forgive Yan Zhao.


    There were two vats in the bedroom with lids on them. Chen Men grabbed a nket and threw it at Yan Zhao: "Make your bed on the vat and sleep there. I''m getting old, my health isn''t good, and I don''t like sleeping with others anymore."


    So even though he was back in the bedroom, he didn''t have the privilege of sleeping in the bed?


    But Chief Yan, who could handle someone like Deputy Director Zheng, wasn''t going to ept this. Sleep on a vat? How could that be possible?


    He put the nket back on the bed and said, "Exnations are useless. Next time, if something like this happens again, I''ll prove to you with actions how I''ll handle it."


    Next time?


    Chen Men thought angrily, if there really is a next time, I''ll have to divorce you.


    But before she could argue further, her mobile phone rang.


    Seeing an unlisted number, she guessed it was her sister-inw Liu Xiuying calling.


    When she answered, it really was her.


    Liu Xiuying truly understood the art of conversation, getting straight to the point: "Men, I''ve bought everything - the violin for your daughter, English books for both children, and the cosmetics. I''ll be heading back to China soon. Oh, by the way, I recently spoke with one of my former senior leaders back home who I''m quite close with, asking him to promote Yan Zhao. He should have been promoted by now, right?"


    Yan Zhao was indeed about to be promoted, but that was because he had arrested Deputy Director Zheng and solved the honeytrap case.


    However, Chen Men simply replied, "Soon."


    "That''s all thanks to your elder brother''s former leader, Zheng Yong''s help. Our father is just an old fool who only knows how to sacrifice himself and his family for work, but Zheng Yong is different - he''s particrly skilled at navigating official circles. Men, the reason why I had Zheng Yong help your third brother was to show you that your elder brother and I are different from your father. We genuinely want what''s best for you and your husband, and we''re willing to help you both. Can you feel my sincerity?"


    Sincerity?


    Perhaps Liu Xiuying had indeed spoken to Deputy Director Zheng about helping Yan Zhao get promoted.


    But as the saying goes, unsolicited favors are rarely without ulterior motives. Chen Men didn''t feel any sincerity from her sister-inw.


    Moreover, she had to deliver a ruthless counter: "Sister-inw, are you perhaps not up to date with the news from abroad? Zheng Yong was recently arrested for soliciting prostitutes, and it was actually Yan Zhao who arrested him."


    There was a long silence on the other end of the line.


    After quite a while, came an exmation: "How is that possible?"


    Wasn''t Zheng Yong supposed to be so street-smart and smooth? How could he get caught for prostitution?


    Clearly, the sister-inw had ulterior motives for returning to China, and those motives involved Chen Men. She wanted something from Chen Men, but Zheng Yong''s arrest had thrown a wrench in her ns. Her first attempt at goodwill had failed to bring her closer to Chen Men.


    Now the sister-inw was at a loss for words.


    Chen Men wasn''t in a hurry and asked in return: "By the way, sister-inw, what''s the real reason for your visit?"Aliali: 6747c480c4f3f33ac46fd021


    "It''s a business trip," Liu Xiuying said.


    Since it seemed Liu Xiuying hadn''te specifically to see her, Chen Men got straight to the point: "You must know about Wang Gebi''s arrest, right?"


    The sister-inw had been in frequent contact with Mi Lan, so she must know about Wang Gebi and Mi De''s family''s arrest.


    There was silence on the other end.


    Chen Men continued: "Thend certificates for mother''s temple property - you and elder brother gave them to Wang Gebi, didn''t you?"


    Just then, Yan Zhao came over, and she put the phone on speaker.


    She wanted to listen together with Yan Zhao to hear how her sister-inw would exin this unconscionable act.


    Chen Men expected her sister-inw to either deny it outright or simply im she had never seen thend certificates.


    But to her surprise, Liu Xiuying sighed and actually said, "I suppose so." Then she continued, "But your elder brother and I had our reasons. We were forced into it, and after we went abroad, we raised three children who are more outstanding than any child you''ve ever met. You''ll understand once I bring Jim back to China and you meet the children!"


    After a pause, she added, "The children we''ve raised will prove that we didn''t make a mistake back then!"

 Chapter 120

    So thend certificate was indeed given to Wang Gebi by her elder brother and sister-inw.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They even knew it was Su Wen''s only lifetime savings, and they were aware that Wang Gebi had ulterior motives. Yet, for the sake of securing overseas immigration quotas for their family, they still chose to give thend certificate to Wang Gebi.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It wasn''t even an oversight.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They deliberately kept it from Yan Wei and Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just then, a loud thunderp boomed outside the window.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Oh my, is the weather turning bad there? We have weather forecasts here in America. Do you have those there?" Liu Xiuying remarked upon hearing the thunder over the phone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men replied, "No, we don''t."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "That''s the difference between capitalism and socialism. Living in China forever must be such a struggle for you," Liu Xiuying sighed, finally regaining some confidence, and said in an especially intimate tone, "Well, let''s meet in Xiping City then. Men, I can''t wait to show you how exceptional Jim, my American-born child, is."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Click. The other end hung up.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The couple had been arguing earlier, but now Chen Men couldn''t continue the fight.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Not only had her elder brother and his wife sold out their mother for glory, but even after ten years, they showed not an ounce of regret.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Now wasn''t the time to be angry. Yan Zhao embraced her, and Chen Men didn''t resist, simply lying down to sleep.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for little Jim, Chen Men would wait and see just how exceptional he really was.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Currently, Factory 271 was running smoothly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With Xue Mingfang handling production and Hu Xiaohua managing sales - one managing internal affairs and the other external - Chen Men didn''t need to worry too much.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Instead, she still needed to keep an eye on her Xingda Construction Team.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Overall, the Xingda Construction Team had it easy. Whenever they ran out of work, she would contact Cui Min.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Cui Min had many connections and could always help introduce some small jobs. They couldn''t make a fortune, but it was more than enough to support her elder brother''s family and Yan Bin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Additionally, Yanguan Vige would eventually face demolition. Chen Men had bought three apartments in the Dongfang Group building and spread word that she was willing to pay extra to exchange properties. After two years of trading, she finally managed to get all three apartments on the same floor.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The three apartments would need to be connected and renovated. After renovation, they would need to air out for two to three years until the formaldehyde waspletely gone and wouldn''t harm Little Lang before they could move in.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    By then, Yanguan Vige would be ready for demolition, making their move perfectly timed.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    For now, only Chen Degong knew about this besides herself.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had entrusted all the wall demolition and renovation work to Chen Degong.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Today was the weekend. Mainly worried that Little Lang''s eyes would be damaged from constant shooting practice, Chen Men brought the children to her elder brother''s home to meet with Jinbao, Zhenzhu, and Baozhu, letting the cousins y together.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    If Little Lang continued practicing with the air rifle every day, his eyes would surely go blind.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although her elder brother had also bought three apartments, he had only renovated one so far, merely painting the walls,ying tiles, and installing a few cabs before eagerly moving in.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Qiaofang was naturally hardworking and especially good at keeping house. She had made the new home bright and clean, with the two girls sharing one bedroom, the couple in another, and Jinbao sleeping in the living room.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Renovation was a process of learning from mistakes - people gained experience with each renovation.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As soon as Chen Men entered, Zhou Qiaofang started sharing her insights, such as ensuring proper bathroom waterproofing and using quality hardware to avoid frequent repairs.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Noticing the strong smell in the house that made her eyes sting, Chen Men asked Chen Degong, "Brother, where did you buy the paint? Why is it so harsh on the eyes?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Worried it might harm Little Lang''s health, Chen Men quickly opened all the windows.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Degong opened a room door and exined, "It''s all paint from Sanbao Paint Factory. The living room was done earlier with the old paint, but the bedroom has new paint - smell it, there''s no odor, right?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Sanbao Paint Factory was now run by Xiong Dapao, and the paint quality had improved significantly - you could tell just from the smell.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men took another careful sniff before saying, "Brother, I''ll use this paint when I renovate my ce."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Don''t worry about the renovation, I''ll handle it for you," Chen Degong said generously.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "That won''t do. When I renovate my house, we need to choose tile colors, toilets, and bathroom countertops together. It needs to be done ording to my preferences," Chen Men said with a smile.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    In her previous life, she had lived in many houses, but they were all decorated by Lu Jingyu.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Everything was done ording to his aesthetic preferences - Roman columns, golden marble walls, yet oddly paired with Chinese furniture, making the houses neither here nor there.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Without money, she had no say. Chen Men had never lived in a house that truly suited her taste. This time, she wanted to decorate one ording to her own preferences and livefortably.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Qiaofang knew that Men had three apartments on the same floor, which was quite good by current standards.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But being the type to boost others'' pride while diminishing her own, she chimed in: "Men, you probably don''t know, but Lu Jingyu has made good money in businesstely and boughtnd to build buildings. My Xueqin is going to be a real estate tycoon''s wife."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Degong disliked hearing Zhou Qiaofang mention Zhou Xueqin, so he retorted, "If you don''t speak, no one will think you''re mute."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Qiaofang got angry too: "Both my sister-inw and sister are doing well, I''m happy for them. Can''t I say a few words about it?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She actually felt sorry for Men, especially since Men had brought the children and bought a live chicken, and was now busy ughtering it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But the apartment kitchen was too small to work in properly. While holding the chicken and lifting the sharpened cleaver, it hit the cutting board. Though she managed to chop off the chicken''s head, she lost her grip on the body, and the chicken escaped.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The children were in the living room when they saw a headless chicken rush out, blood spraying from its neck.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Not to mention that Yuanyuan was terrified - even Zhenzhu and Baozhu, who were already teenage girls, turned and ran in fright. As the headless chicken was about to charge at Yuanyuan, Jinbao rushed over but missed catching it. However, Little Wang gently scooped it up like catching a basketball, deflecting it away from Yuanyuan, then grabbed it with momentum, mming the chicken against the window. With a stter of blood, he finally caught it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Degong was furious at this chaos and scolded: "Zhou Qiaofang, I told you to buy a plucked chicken, but you insisted on buying a live one. Look at this mess - is this tiny apartment a ce for ughtering chickens?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What do you know? Live ones are fresher and cheaper," Zhou Qiaofang replied dismissively, still holding the cleaver.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Children, being children, quickly got over their fright and became cheerful again.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Since Yuanyuan was sttered with blood, her two older cousins took her to the bathroom to clean up and change clothes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men asked Chen Degong for his keys, nning to check out her new apartment.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, just as she was about to leave, she heard Zhou Qiaofang talking to Little Wang in the kitchen: "Your mom couldn''t properly care for youst time, and she feels terrible about it. But she''s about to have money now. She says not to be angry aboutst time and to remember her. When she has money, she''ll definitelye back to take good care of you brothers, okay?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The mother Zhou Qiaofang referred to wasn''t Chen Men, but Zhou Xueqin.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang stood there holding the headless chicken, staring at Zhou Qiaofang, his eyes instantly turning red.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    His grip on the chicken loosened, and the headless bird suddenly flew towards Zhou Qiaofang''s face.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Qiaofang, still holding the cleaver, ducked and screamed in the kitchen.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang also turned and ran.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Seeing this, Chen Men left.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Clearly, after several years of detours, Lu Jingyu had returned to real estate development.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Real estate wasn''t just a money tree now - it was a money-printing machine. Securing a plot ofnd meant waiting for wealth to explode, and Zhou Xueqin would certainly be rich.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Chen Men would never believe that Zhou Xueqin would truly care for the children.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, as Lu Jingyu gradually became wealthy, he would be unfaithful, not only having affairs but likely fathering children with his mistresses. Almost every mistress would secretly bear his child.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He would gradually look down on Zhou Xueqin, openly and subtly mocking and belittling her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    By then, Zhou Xueqin would have to swallow her bitter fate, unable to speak of her suffering even with broken teeth.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Setting that aside, after passing two buildings on the second floor, Chen Men arrived at what would be her new home.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The house was registered under Chen Men''s name, and she had bought it with her own money - it belonged entirely to her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Opening the door with her key, she found it was still in its bare shell state.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Three 65-square-meter apartments had beenbined into one unit by breaking through the non-load-bearing walls.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Though it was only 130 square meters, since houses were now sold based on interior space, the ce felt quite spacious.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, because it was originally three units, there were many load-bearing walls, making it somewhat difficult to utilize the space efficiently.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With renovation approaching, Chen Men needed to carefully consider how to make the best use of the space without wasting any.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The balcony was exceptionally long, spanning half the floor, with good natural lighting, but it took up too much space.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Standing with her hands on her hips, Chen Men observed for a while before suddenly having an idea - she could partition off the entire balcony to create a corridor, and install Little Lang''s air gun on one side, making good use of the space.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for Yuanyuan''s bedroom, it needed to berger to fit the piano. The walls and ceiling would need soundproofing, since they had neighbors above and below. With a child practicing piano daily, they didn''t want to disturb the neighbors and risk damaging rtionships.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As Chen Men was calcting all this, her mobile phone suddenly rang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was Cui Min calling, screaming into the phone: "Hello, Men, is that you, Men?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Just now, my father said that after discussions throughout the military district, they want to contract 291 to us. You guessed right - 291 is about to be ours!" Cui Min continued screaming.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was within Chen Men''s expectations.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Otherpanies had been defeated by Deputy Director Zheng, and thestpetitor, Yu Xiaoqiao, had been sentenced to prison.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The military leaders, wanting to avoid trouble, would naturally package 291 with 271.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men''s main concern was: "How much is the contract fee?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "300,000 yuan. We have that much in our ount, right?" Cui Min couldn''t hide her joy. "291 is even bigger than 271, with morerge machinery. We''re going to make a fortune now."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Regarding profits, Chen Men had to pour some cold water on Cui Min''s enthusiasm: "The contract fee is 300,000, renovating the factory and paying wages will need another 500,000. Sister Cui, 271 has just started making profits, but with taking over 291, it''ll be at least two more years before we see any dividends."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The bigger the factory, the higher the investment needed. Using 271''s cash flow to support 291 meant that while their operation was expanding, they wouldn''t see any dividends or money in the short term.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "It doesn''t matter, as long as we invest, we''ll see returns eventually." Cui Min was quite confident about this, but then she changed the subject: "Men, we got 291 ourselves, it has nothing to do with Gu Xiao, right? So we don''t have to share the profits from 291 with him, do we?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She was thinking that since their operation was getting bigger and they''d make more money, she didn''t want to share with Gu Xiao anymore.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    At this point, Chen Men had to remind Cui Min: "Gu Xiao is our major shareholder in 271. If you use 271 to acquire 291, Gu Xiao will automatically own 49% of 291''s shares. How could we not share the profits with him?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Cui Min sighed: "It''s so unfair. You work yourself to death for just 30% of the shares, I only have 21%, while Gu Xiao does nothing and gets 49%. Capitalists make money so easily. Why don''t we keep two sets of books? If we make 500,000, we report 300,000 to him, and split the extra between ourselves?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I wouldn''t dare. If you want to do it, do it yourself," Chen Men said half-jokingly.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Cui Min got excited: "Let''s do it then! I know someone who sells invoices. We can use them to pad the ounts and let Gu Xiao get less profit."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was obviously a joke.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Although Gu Xiao hadn''t sent an ountant to supervise them.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But Chen Men had Qi Songlu keep the ounts crystal clear and transparent.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    After all, Gu Xiao was an old fox who had done business in capitalist countries for twenty years, and Chen Men didn''t think she could fool him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Back at her elder brother''s home, Zhou Qiaofang was cooking Chongqing-style food, making a spicy chicken hotpot both stir-fried and boiled.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    They had a honeb coal stove at home. She first stewed the chicken on the gas stove, then put it on the coal stove. Everyone gathered around it, adding Chinese cabbage, sausages, preserved meat, and handmade noodles, cooking and eating together.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Qiaofang was a good cook. As soon as Chen Men opened the door, she could smell the strong aroma of hotpot.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had learned from restaurants how to make the dipping sauce, crushing garlic and adding coriander and other seasonings for everyone.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    When Chen Men had left earlier, Zhou Qiaofang had been grumbling but generally happy.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She had only been gone for half an hour, but upon returning, Zhou Qiaofang''s face was clouded with gloom and appeared quite dejected.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang and Jinbao weren''t there, having gone out to y basketball.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The girls were busy setting up tables and chairs, while her elder brother was in the bathroom washing Yuanyuan''s blood-stained clothes.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men went into the kitchen to help Zhou Qiaofang prepare the dipping bowls. As soon as she entered, Zhou Qiaofang sighed: "Ah, Xueqin''s life is probably ruined forever." Then she added: "Men, keep an eye on Little Wang. I hate to say what Xueqin said, but I feel that child will go astray sooner orter."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "What''s wrong with Little Wang now?" Chen Men''s tone hardened.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Unlike before, when someone would say Little Wang would go astray, Chen Men would disagree silently but say nothing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Gradually, she had be very resistant to people saying such things.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And when people brought it up, she couldn''t control her anger and would lose her temper.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin noticed the girls outside were listening, so she closed the kitchen door and said in a low voice: "I just told him his birth mother misses him and that he should be good to you but not forget his birth mother. That''s a nice thing to say, right? But do you know what he told me? He said to pass a message to Zhou Xueqin - if she dares to harass him again, he''ll burn down her house, kill her first and then himself. Tell me, is this something a child would say? He wants to kill his birth mother!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Not only did he not want to see his birth mother, but he immediately talked about murder and arson. Zhou Qiaofang was shocked by Little Wang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Xueqin always said Little Wang was ungrateful, saying he appeared to be a good child on the surface but was actually very cruel inside.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Zhou Qiaofang had never believed it before, but just now, she suddenly found herself believing it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang''s tone and look in his eyes frightened Zhou Qiaofang, making her shudder. She felt the child needed some discipline.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men took a deep breath before saying: "Sister-inw, didn''t you just say Zhou Xueqin is wealthy now and about to be a real estate boss''s wife, living luxuriously? Doesn''t she have her own children? Didn''t she abandon Little Wang and Little Lang to raise the Lu family''s children? If Little Wang doesn''t want to see her, why does she keep trying to find him again and again?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "But they''re her flesh and blood, of course she misses them. Besides, sister-inw is thinking of your best interests. A child who can talk about murder and arson has problems - you need to discipline him!" Zhou Qiaofang raised her voice.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men tasted the dipping sauce she had just mixed and looked up saying: "My son Yan Wang Qi is about to enter sixth grade. He ranks fourth in the whole school and second in his ss. He hasn''t missed a single day of school since second grade. Though he doesn''t have any special talents and only takes basketball as an extracurricr activity, he can doundry and cook at home, and most importantly, he''s filial to his parents. I don''t think my son has any problems."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With that, she picked up two sauce bowls and pushed open the kitchen door.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As she came out, she froze.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Because Little Wang was standing right at the kitchen door, holding a basketball.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The eleven-year-old boy was tall and thin, already looking like a young man.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was covered in sweat from ying basketball, his nose glistening.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He must have heard the argument between Chen Men and Zhou Qiaofang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But he said nothing, just put the basketball on the rack and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men followed him and saw him turn on the tap, standing with his back turned for a long while. Suddenly, he punched the bathroom wall, then kicked it.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for whether this child would turn bad, Chen Men couldn''t say.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But clearly, Zhou Xueqin''s constant harassment had created rage in Little Wang''s heart.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men needed to find time to properly counsel him, otherwise, a good child might really be driven to be a criminal by his mother.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Little Wang,e out and eat hotpot!" she called out.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang quickly wiped his eyes while turning away, and was already smiling when he turned back: "Yes, mom."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    ...<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men had been waiting for Liu Xiuying because she had announced her visit in advance.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    As for how exceptional Jim really was, Chen Men had no idea.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Between the two cousins, Little Wang was only slightly better at academic studies in the test-oriented education system but had no other special talents.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He was just an ordinary child.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    However, Little Lang was truly exceptional - at just seven years old, he showed remarkable talent in shooting.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    He started practicing at three meters, then gradually expanded to five meters. Later, Yan Zhao cleared out the hall and set up an air gun at the courtyard entrance, a full 10-meter distance. After practicing for a while, Little Lang could still achieve perfect uracy, hitting the bullseye every time.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yanguan Vige was located on a in where the wind was particrly strong, and it was said that wind greatly affected bullet trajectories.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But whenever Little Lang picked up the gun, at ten meters, his shooting uracy matched his father''s.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So Chen Men was quite confident, cing her hopes ofpeting with Jim on Little Lang.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Initially, Liu Xiuying had said she woulde in July.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But now it was already September, with school about to start, and there was still no movement from Liu Xiuying''s side.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    During this summer vacation, Little Wang, who would be entering junior high next year, spent all his time studying except for daily basketball lessons.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yuanyuan, after Chen Men''s careful selection, had agreed to a movie called "The Empress is Expecting" and spent the summer filming another movie at the Xiping Film Studio.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Lang remained steadfast in his routine, practicing boxing stances and shooting every day.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    During this time, Chen Men had a particrly important task - it was the one-year anniversary of Gu Xiao''s investment, and she needed to report the ounts to him.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    This was a big deal because as the major shareholder, if Gu Xiao wasn''t satisfied with the ounts, he had the right to intervene in financial management. If he intervened in financial management andpany operations, Chen Men would be constrained.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    So Chen Men was incredibly busy during this period.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She absolutely had to produce a financial report that Gu Xiao couldn''t find fault with.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It was at this time that she received Liu Xiuying''s call.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "Men, I''ve arrived in the capital and am about to board a flight to Xiping City. This time I''ve brought lots and lots of things for you all, I guarantee you''ll like them," Liu Xiuying said, then changed the subject: "By the way, we''re family, and I have a small request - could you keep Yan Zhao away today? I want to meet with you alone first, then meet himter, is that okay?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Recently, Yan Peiheng had been supervising work in the Central Theater Command and would return home on weekends.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Yan Zhao was about to be promoted to the city bureau and currently had no new cases, so he wasn''t particrly busy.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    And since her sister-inw wasing, Chen Men would definitely need to notify Yan Zhao and have them meet today.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    But she still said: "Alright, I won''t tell Yan Zhao yet."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Let''s get sister-inw here first, she thought, and see what kind of face these people would show - the ones who had given away their mother''s temple property to outsiders in exchange for opportunities to go abroad, and now shamelessly appeared without any sign of remorse, supposedly doing so well for themselves.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Hearing Chen Men agree so readily, Liu Xiuying''s voice became particrly excited: "Men, I''ve always heard from Men that you''re a good person, and indeed, as sisters-inw, we''re so fortunate. I feel we really click."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men hung up and immediately called Yan Zhao.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She told him toe home early tonight.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    She also left work early herself, and on her way home, called the house to tell Little Wang and Little Lang to stay home and wait for her.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    It wasn''t about makingparisons - Jim was Little Wang and Little Lang''s cousin, born and raised in America, now returning from there. As family, they needed to meet.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    With modern transportation being so efficient, Chen Men got home around four in the afternoon. Upon entering, she went straight to the kitchen to check what vegetables Little Wang had bought during the day and to n dinner.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Just as she came out of the kitchen and was washing her hands at the tap, she heard a car horn outside, followed by someone knocking and saying "hello."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Looking back, she saw an extremely obese middle-aged woman wearing arge T-shirt with a jacket over it, her permed hair dyed wine-red, smiling at the door: "Is this Chen Men''s home?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    "I am... Sister-inw?" Chen Men said.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    The woman was so ordinary-looking, except for her wine-red hair, that Chen Men could hardly believe she hade from America. Moreover, she walked with a noticeable limp.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Liu Xiuying looked around and sighed deeply, starting with: "Looking at the journey here, our country has changed quite a bit. Although it''s still a hundred thousand miles behind Ennd and America,pared to those small African countries, it''s not bad at all."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


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    Chen Men noticed her severe limp and asked: "What happened to your leg, Sister-inw?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Liu Xiuying patted her thigh and proudly said: "A scar of the times. I got rheumatism when I was in Qinghai. If I had let those ipetent traditional Chinese medicine doctors treat it here, I''d probably be paralyzed by now. But with advanced Western medicine in America, I can still walk."<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Chen Men didn''t believe Western medicine was better than Chinese medicine for treating rheumatism - after all, Yan Zhao''s hand had been sessfully treated with Chinese medicine. But some people just blindly worship Western medicine, so she said nothing.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0Aliali: 67489a52c4f3f33ac47b5160


    Little Wang and Little Lang had heard from Chen Men that their cousin from America wasing today, and the children were very curious about what their American cousin looked like. They all rushed toward the door.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Little Wang, being the tallest after four years of ying basketball, naturally ran the fastest. Being at an age of rapid growth, his movements were somewhat clumsy. As he rushed out the door, he nearly bumped into Liu Xiuying, and then directly collided with a blonde boy outside.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Liu Xiuying, who had been smiling just moments before, first shouted "Oh my God!" then suddenly grabbed Little Wang''s hair, bursting out in old Beijing dialect: "Are you blind, you little brat? Jim is an award-winning violinist - if you damage his hands, his life will be ruined. Can you afford topensate for that?"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Not only was Little Wang stunned, but Chen Men was also dumbfounded.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Weren''t they supposed to being from heaven? Where were their manners and education? Starting with profanity, and so much of it?<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


    Moreover, she was surprisingly strong, pushing Little Wang back forcefully. Yuanyuan and Little Lang, who were also rushing out, couldn''t stop in time. Little Lang, who was running the slowest, fell to the ground with a thud.<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0


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    Chen Men picked up Little Lang and saw that his hand was bleeding. She lifted him uppletely and confronted Liu Xiuying: "Sister-inw, my son happens to be the nation''s most excellent marksman. If you''ve damaged his hand, his life will be ruined - you mustpensate!"<span ss="css-1gz1n0z"><span ss="bg css-i073lf"><span ss="num css-0">0

 Chapter 121

    The Sharpshooter


    These words didn''t anger Liu Xiuying; instead, they made herugh.


    She took Little Lang, weighed him in her arms, then put him down on the ground, saying with a smile, "Men, on my way here, I saw tall buildings, wide roads, and people carrying mobile phones. I thought this country had changed a lot, but it turns out it''s still so old-fashioned. Are you still doing militia training, like the sharpshooter program?"


    She thought the militia hadn''t been disbanded and that Little Lang was a young militia member.


    Little Lang exined, "Grandma, I''m really practicing shooting."


    "Who are you calling grandma?" Liu Xiuying''s face fell.


    As a Beijing native with a thick local ent, she pointed at Little Lang and said, "Men, this child needs some education."


    Chen Men reminded Little Lang, "This is your aunt, you should call her Auntie."


    "Hello, Auntie," Little Lang obediently said.


    The child had only called her grandma because of her oddly colored hair and aged appearance.


    Liu Xiuying nced sideways at Little Lang with a forgiving expression, as if pardoning him for his poor eyesight, then enthusiastically said, "The gifts are all outside in the car,e take a look."


    Little Lang''s hands were scraped, and Chen Men was in no mood to look at gifts.


    She pulled Little Lang close and said, "Sister-inw, if you have something to say, just say it. We don''t need anything, and we won''t ept your gifts."


    Afternding in Beijing, Liu Xiuying had flown directly to Xiping City.


    Throughout her journey, she noticed the abundance of goods in stores, the towering buildings, and the prosperity of the cities.


    But overall, she felt it stillgged behind America.


    Moreover, Liu Xiuying noticed that almost everyone in China seemed to blindly worship America. Jim''s blonde hair had attracted so much attention along the way, simply because everyone envied that he was from America.


    When Chen Men said she didn''t want gifts, Liu Xiuying saw it as mere politeness, pretense, and affectation.


    So Liu Xiuying didn''t think much of it, and she was eager to show off her Jim.


    "Then let''s meet my Jim. Jim,e here," Liu Xiuying called out.


    Jim had already entered the courtyard. The nine-year-old boy clearly had the Yan family features, looking quite simr to Little Lang ¨C round and chubby. His outfit made Chen Men think Liu Xiuying had tried too hard.


    The child wore a ck suit with a white shirt and bow tie.


    September in Xiping City was particrly hot, and sweat was streaming down young Jim''s temples.


    The child looked quite cute, smiling at Chen Men and then at the other children: "Hi!"


    Little Wang was prepared and stepped forward saying, "Hey chicken mom, can you speak Chinese? Let''s have apetition!"


    He felt confident aboutpeting in Chinese with this foreign child.


    But what Little Wang never expected was Jim''s response: "Bro, what are you thinking? As if someone wouldn''t know how!"


    Not only was it perfectly fluent, but it was delivered in a thick Beijing ent.


    Little Wang was shocked that an American-born child could speak Chinese so well.


    He looked back at Yuanyuan, who was wiping her cheeks, saying, "Brother''s embarrassing!"


    Regardless of Liu Xiuying''s true purpose for visiting, her initial intention was to use Jim''s excellence to overshadow the Wang siblings, proving that children raised in America were indeed superior to those raised in China.


    Little Wang had already been put in his ce after just two sentences.


    Liu Xiuying''s pride was evident as she cast a nce at Little Wang, her eyes full of contempt, as if he wasn''t even worthy of shining her son''s shoes. She smiled and said, "Although born in America, Jim''s Chinese is no worse than local children''s. He can even speak Spanish, Italian... Come on, Jim, give your aunt a demonstration."


    Before little Jim could begin his performance, outside, the yellow taxi driver came in, bowing and nodding: "Big sister?"


    "Please call me madam, ordy," Liu Xiuying said haughtily, twisting her neck.


    "Lady? Your bags, shall I carry them for you?" the taxi driver asked.


    "Go ahead, but be careful, handle them gently ¨C they''re all luggage from America," Liu Xiuying said.


    Most taxi drivers in Xiping City were reformed gangsters and prostitutes. This driver hadrge tattoos on his arms, clearly showing his past street life, but before Liu Xiuying, he was extremely deferential, repeatedly saying "yes" and taking small steps as he went to fetch the items.


    They were just ordinary pieces of luggage, some even showing old stains and looking quite dirty.


    But the taxi driver treated them like treasures, carefully carrying them into the courtyard, tiptoeing, and cing them on the well tform, all while bowing and smiling at Liu Xiuying and Jim.


    Chen Men was treating Little Lang''s wounds when she looked up to see Liu Xiuying outside the window, who pursed her lips and looked smugly at the taxi driver,ughing, "Look at how our countrymen behave, everyone''s desperate to go abroad. I''ve gotten used to seeing these fawning faces all along my journey ¨C it''s not an honor, it''s disgusting."


    Chen Men turned away, finished bandaging the wound, and twisted Little Lang''s hand gently: "Does it hurt?"


    If the child was still in pain, it might mean the tendons were injured, which would require a hospital visit.


    "It doesn''t hurt, Mom, I''m all better now," Little Lang said.


    While Liu Xiuying was going through the luggage, Chen Men had just lifted the curtain to go outside when she saw Jim holding Little Lang''s lead bullets, throwing them on the ground and stepping on each one.


    The bullets were made of lead and would break when stepped on. Each one cost fifty cents now, and he had already crushed more than a dozen with his feet.


    "Little fellow, what are you doing? Why are you crushing my child''s bullets?" Chen Men scolded.


    Little Jim first spread his hands, then shrugged, and tossed the remaining bullets back into the box.


    Liu Xiuying turned around when she saw Mene out and enthusiastically called out, "Men,e look! I bought you cosmetics, all luxury brands. Oh, and this bag is designer, and here''s a violin, and these books ¨C world ssics, all read by my sons."


    Chen Men looked at her watch ¨C it was already six o''clock.


    She was getting angry, wondering why Yan Zhao hadn''t returned yet.


    She could barely contain herself anymore.


    Opening another box, Liu Xiuying held out a violin: "Look, this is for your daughter."


    Little Jim stood with his hands in his pockets, looking smug: "This was my violin, but I don''t use it anymore. I have a new one now, a good one that cost 200 dors, given to me by Grandpa Gu."


    The child was cute, but something about his expression made people want to give him a smack.


    Chen Men didn''t ept the items: "Sister-inw, my daughter doesn''t learn violin."


    Liu Xiuying suddenly opened her mouth wide in shock: "Are you stupid, Men? If a child doesn''t learn a musical instrument, it''ll be hard for them to get a visa to go abroad in the future. This is an educational failure ¨C you''re a failed mother, being irresponsible to your child."


    Then she brought out a stack of books, ncing back at Little Wang in the kitchen with augh: "These are all ssics, English versions. If you children can''t read these kinds of books, you''re not worthy of talking to Jim, because your knowledge and cultural level aren''t even on the same ne."


    This woman seemed deaf and blind, talking only to herself, and in a few sentences hadpletely disparaged Chen Men''s entire family.


    Little Wang and Yuanyuan exchanged nces. Even Yuanyuan had to hold her brother back now, as he looked ready to fight Jim at any moment.


    But it did sound impressive ¨C blonde Jim could y the violin and had read so many world ssics. His presence made Little Wang feel inferior for the first time.


    Liu Xiuying then brought out some bags and cosmetics, as well as things like chocte sauce.


    They all appeared to be brand names.


    However, when Chen Men picked up one bag, she noticed scratch marks where a price tag had been removed ¨C clearly these were discounted items bought on sale with the price tags scraped off afterward.


    Evening came, and it was time for dinner.


    Chen Men said, "Little Wang, go with Yuanyuan to wash the rice and steam it."


    Then, she asked Liu Xiuying with patience: "Sister-inw, aren''t you here on business? You must have somewhere to stay tonight. We need to make dinner, so we won''t be cooking for you?"


    "I won''t do it for me," Liu Xiuying smiled, pointing at Jim and said, "But I''ll do it for him. They''re on holiday now. Men, what I''m doing now is sacrificing both myself and Jim. During my business trip, I''ll stay in a hotel, but Jim - I need to leave him at your house. Let him influence your children with his actions, help your children be excellent. Please take good care of him because he''s more outstanding than all three of your childrenbined."


    So she wouldn''t stay in Yanguan Vige but nned to leave Jim behind?


    And she was doing this just to use Jim to highlight how inferior Little Wang and Little Lang were?


    If Chen Men hadn''t lived an extra lifetime and wasn''t now an olddy in temperament, she would have wanted to hit someone.


    But Liu Xiuying remainedpletely oblivious, continuing to show off as she pulled out a paper from her luggage. She smiled again and said, "Men, children can also go abroad, and my sister-inw lives in an apartment building overseas with many rooms. Your little girl - I can not only help her go abroad, but I can even personally take care of her and nurture her."


    She must have something very important to ask of Chen Men; this was clearly using Yuanyuan as bait.


    Chen Men immediately cut her off: "My daughter doesn''t want to go abroad, and I won''t let her go abroad."


    "You''re being foolish. Overseas, children can speak fluent foreignnguages. Jim, say something in English for your aunt to hear," Liu Xiuying said.


    This time Jim didn''t cooperate; instead, he was curiously watching Little Wang washing rice and preparing to steam it.


    Liu Xiuying red at her son and continued, "Our father is getting old, and domestic wages are low, even lower after retirement. I heard he has heart problems. Who will take care of him when he''s older? We need to discuss this, right?"


    First, it was about the children''s future, then about Yan Peiheng''s fate in his old age.


    Liu Xiuying kept throwing out problems one after another, making Chen Men increasingly certain that she must have something extremely important to ask of her.


    Chen Men picked up some celery and began trimming it, saying calmly, "When he''s old, we''ll send him to a nursing home. What else can we do?"


    Liu Xiuying immediately waved her hands in protest: "Third Brother is a filial son, and he works in a government position. For the sake of his reputation alone, he wouldn''t let you send his father to a nursing home. Besides, elderly people are prone to falls. What if he bes paralyzed? Lying in bed, with me not around, wouldn''t you, his daughter-inw, have to take care of all his needs?"


    "I can hire a caregiver," Chen Men said impatiently. "Sister-inw, if you have something to say, just say it directly. Stop beating around the bush."


    Liu Xiuying finally handed over the paper: "This is a visa approval list. My husband and I have been in America for many years but haven''t gotten our green cards because the Immigration Office needs our father''s signature. You have a good rtionship with him; please talk to him and ask him to sign this for me."


    Seeing Chen Men take the document and examine it carefully, Liu Xiuying continued, "Most people in America now are children of high-ranking Chinese officials, and they all have green cards. Only my husband and I are still on temporary visas, making it difficult to find work. With three sons in school, we''re under a lot of pressure. If there''s anyone to me, it''s our father for not approving. It''s one thing to harm us, but he shouldn''t harm his eldest grandson, don''t you agree?"


    It was a copper-te paper, all in English, with a green background and not many words.


    Chen Men had studied English in her previous life, but that was just for exams, and she''d forgotten it all after the tests.


    At the bottom was the word "name," which Chen Men understood.


    Seeing Chen Men''s gaze fall on the word "name," Liu Xiuying quickly said, "Right here, just have our father sign, and it would be best if he could add his personal seal."


    Since Chen Men couldn''t understand it, she didn''t know what this document was, so how could she possibly take it to Yan Peiheng for his signature?


    She returned it to Liu Xiuying: "Sister-inw, I don''t understand this. You should go to father directly."


    "Men, we''re both daughters-inw of this family. Never mind that when father gets old and needs a caregiver, I can help you financially then. My sons are all so excellent; your children will need my children''s support and assistance in the future. To put it bluntly, the way you''re living now..." she gestured around the courtyard, unable to directly say that Men''s family was poor.


    After all, Men''s home had running water, air conditioning, and a television. Though these were all outdated things that had long been reced in America, the house was still well-equipped.


    Then, Liu Xiuying raised her voice and said, "You might not care about Little Wang and Little Lang since they''re not your biological children, but don''t you want your daughter to study drama in America? Even if she returns afterpleting her studies, it would be like gilding the lily. Just going abroad to study wouldpletely change your daughter''s life when she returns - it''s like a carp jumping over the dragon gate, or a wild chicken bing a phoenix."


    Chen Men couldn''t take it anymore. She stood up, still holding the celery, and said, "My children aren''t wild chickens now, and they don''t need to be phoenixes in the future. Sister-inw, if you have nothing else to discuss, please leave. It''s gettingte, and we don''t have a kang bed, so I can''t host you."


    Since Yan Zhao wasn''t back yet, she needed to get rid of this person quickly. This was too annoying.


    Chen Men was a healthy person, but this woman was about to give her heart problems.


    Besides, she still hadn''t finished preparing the ounts for Gu Xiao, and she needed to reconcile ounts with Qi Songlu tonight. She really didn''t have time to entertain this unreasonable woman.


    Seeing Chen Men''s expression change, Liu Xiuying pushed the document forward again, this time speaking more gently: "Just do this favor for your sister-inw. Have our father sign this document. How about this, Men - if you can get our father to sign this, I''ll give you ten thousand US dors..."


    Chen Men didn''t want this thing and was in the middle of pushing back and forth with Liu Xiuying when suddenly they heard little Jim shout: "Fuck! Holy shit, fuck!"


    Looking up, they saw little Jim forcefully pushing Little Lang.


    Even if Chen Men couldn''t understand other English words, "fuck" was an internationally recognized curse word - Little Wang would asionally blurt it out.


    Weren''t they cousins? As the saying goes, even broken bones are still connected by tendons - how could this little Jim start hitting her child as soon as they met?


    "Son, watch your hands!" Liu Xiuying screamed.


    When Jim couldn''t push Little Lang, he actually started kicking, still spewing profanities.


    Little Lang was in a horse stance at the time, being pushed by Jim, but he wouldn''t move if he hadn''t been in the stance long enough - he remainedpletely still.


    Seeing Liu Xiuying jump up to rush over, Chen Men, suspecting she would push the child, quickly followed and shoved Liu Xiuying against the wall: "Get out, leave my house."


    Liu Xiuying became angry too: "Men, this little brat must have provoked my son first. My son would never hit someone without reason."


    When Little Lang took his horse stance, he would remain absolutely motionless.


    Except for the temple arhats, no one could match his stillness.


    Chen Men was confident about this, pointing at the door, she said: "My son wouldn''t hit anyone either. Sister-inw, if you have anything to discuss,e find Yan Zhao tomorrow. I need to cook now, and I''m not entertaining you anymore. Please leave quickly."


    Little Wang also came out from the kitchen, pointing at Jim: "You little bastard, I saw everything with my own eyes. You started it first."


    Little Jim stood there like a fool while everyone else was arguing.


    He just shrugged his shoulders.


    This infuriated Little Wang, who, despite Yuanyuan trying to hold him back, charged forward: "You son of a hen, you little coward, what kind of man hides behind women? Come out and fight! I''ll beat you to death, you fake foreign devil who''s neither Chinese nor American!"


    But just then, Jim said: "Mom, this kid stood still for twenty minutes without moving. I just wanted to test if I could push him over."


    So Little Lang hadn''t moved at all earlier - Jim was just curious and tried to push him.


    He cursed because he couldn''t move him.


    Little Lang made him feel incredulous; he thought Little Lang was like Bruce Lee, that he knew Chinese kung fu.


    "Son, you scared me to death! You must protect your hands - you''re going to be an excellent violinist in the future, understand?" Liu Xiuying embraced her son, making a huge fuss.


    Chen Men was still waving celery to drive people away. Yuanyuan and Little Wang looked indignant, while Little Lang remained absorbed in his own world. Liu Xiuying and her son now wore embarrassed expressions, having failed in their request and being asked to leave.


    However, when Liu Xiuying turned around, she eximed, "Second Brother?"


    A man stood at the courtyard gate wearing a short-sleeved white shirt and ck pants, with a smiling face - it was Yan Wei.


    "Where''s Third Brother? Why hasn''t hee back?" Chen Men asked him.


    Yan Wei said quietly, "Third Brother said there was a sudden case at the bureau, and he couldn''t get away." Then he stepped forward and said, "Sister-inw, since you''re here, we brothers need to ask you something. Was it really you and my eldest brother who gave mother''snd certificate to Wang Gebi?"


    Wang Gebi had once been Yan Wei''s former mother-inw.


    Mn was still his love.


    But Yan Wei knew nothing about this matter.


    They brothers needed to know the truth about how their eldest brother got the oldnd contract from Su Wen and why he gave it to Wang Gebi.


    Wang Gebi had once nearly killed Su Wen with her own hands. Although she was in prison now and reportedly had bone cancer, even with cancer she was still alive and receiving treatment in prison, while Su Wen had long since turned to dust.


    Unlike Yan Wei, who was only 5 when they went to the capital, his eldest brother was 9 then - the same age as little Jim is now. He had witnessed firsthand how Wang Gebi had gotten close to Yan Peiheng.


    To put it bluntly, whenever Wang Gebi cooked, his eldest brother always ate more than Yan Wei.


    When Wang Gebi ndered Su Wen, Yan Wei was too young to understand, but his eldest brother could.


    How could he take their mother''s only property and give it to Wang Gebi? What was he thinking?


    "Mother handed thatnd certificate to your eldest brother herself, so it became ours, and we had the right to dispose of it," Liu Xiuying said matter-of-factly with a bewildered expression. Seeing Yan Wei staring at her intently, she continued, "Second Brother, we spent seven full years in Qinghai, and Father never used his connections to transfer our posts or get us better jobs, nor did he ever give us a penny. And Mother didn''t n for the younger generation''s future either, converting all the family assets into several temples. Since neither of them thought about the family or the children''s future, what could we do? Initially, your eldest brother was prepared to sell the old house to get connections for going abroad, but worried that you two would be unfilial and not give Mother a ce to live in her old age. Unable to bear selling the house, we could only use thend use rights of those temples to make arrangements, got the certificates through someone''s help, and found connections. Unexpectedly, someone was willing to take them, and so we went abroad."


    "So you gave thend certificate to Wang Gebi just to go abroad?" Yan Wei asked.


    Seeing Yan Wei''s reddened eyes, Liu Xiuying quickly waved her hands and said, "It wasn''t like that. We gave it to a military district leader, who probably passed it on to Wang Gebiter."


    Spreading her hands, she added, "They were just a few temples, with no potential ie and worthless, but after we went abroad, we raised several children for the Yan family who are all excellent. Isn''t that good? If Mother''s spirit in heaven knows, wouldn''t she feel proud?"


    After his sister-inw admitted to giving away the temple property, Yan Zhao said this person was beyond saving.


    But Yan Wei, being kind-hearted, always felt his eldest brother and sister-inw must have had their reasons for doing what they did.


    So he was willing to listen to Liu Xiuying''s exnation.


    For him, as long as thend certificate was personally given by Su Wen to his eldest brother and sister-inw, and they hadn''t personally given it to Wang Gebi, he felt somewhat relieved.


    Seeing that Jim''s features resembled his departed Qilin and they were about the same age, he beckoned to Jim: "What can you do? Show uncle?"


    After all, he was a child of the Yan family, and except for that eye-catching blonde hair, the child''s features resembled both Little Lang and Qilin. Yan Wei couldn''t help but like him.


    This was exactly what Liu Xiuying wanted - she hade to showcase her son''s excellence.


    She turned and said, "Jim, y a violin piece for your Second Uncle."


    Jim seemed reluctant to obey his mother, shrugging: "I hate being disyed like an animal by stupid humans. No."


    "y now!" Liu Xiuying shrieked at her son, then continued, "If you could understand English, I''d have my son demonstrate his English proficiency to you. If this ce weren''t so poor that it doesn''t even have aputer, I''d show you how proficiently my American-raised child can use one. Yan Wei, to go abroad, we once begged and pleaded, even knelt before enemies, but I don''t regret it at all, because my children are far more excellent than yours!"


    When she got angry, Jim became frightened and immediately took out his violin from its case, trembling as he began to y.


    The child yed the violin quite well.


    As soon as the violin music started, Chen Men could tell this child had a solid foundation and was an excellent violinist.


    Liu Xiuying was clearly entranced by her son''s performance.


    As the child yed, she pointed at her son and said, "Second Brother, hand on your heart, if we had stayed in this country, in this ce with no freedom, reeking of foul odors, where you have to run to public toilets - could we have raised such a child?"


    The child was ying "Liebesfreud," and Liu Xiuying, with exaggerated gestures, sped both hands toward her son, her eyes fixed on Yan Wei, disying unparalleled pride and sense of achievement.


    Perhaps this was the moment she had been waiting for during her nearly ten years abroad.


    A moment of supreme arrogance and vindication.


    Would she regret it? Of course not - she was overwhelmingly proud.


    Jim was the youngest; her eldest was about to be admitted to West Point, and her second child was studying medicine, destined to be one of America''s highest-paid doctors. Each one was ten thousand times better than the top children in China.


    Of course, this was just her opinion.


    Because at that moment, piano music began flowing from Yuanyuan''s bedroom, harmonizing cheerfully with the violin.Aliali: 674aec4f3f33ac49acb42


    The violin in the courtyard yed melodiously, and the piano from the room was equally impressive.


    Jim was still a child after all. Though he had been holding back tears earlier, hearing someone apanying him on piano from the bedroom, he found his groove and stood outside the bedroom window, ying joyfully.


    Little Wang simply threw open the window, and through it, Yuanyuan could be seen smiling toward the outside, ying while smiling, her fingers flowing across the keys, producing cheerful notes.


    With apaniment, Jim finally overcame the humiliation of being forced by his mother to perform for others, and began spinning in circles in the courtyard.


    Yuanyuan also yed with increasing excitement, the little girl''s hands spreading like swan wings as she yed.


    When the piece ended, Jim peered through the window, and the ck-haired Chinese girl looked back at him.


    She wore a white round-neck tank top, looking exactly like she did when he saw her on TV at Gu Xiao''s house in Singapore - she was an especially adorable little girl.


    Beside him were two very smug Chinese vige kids, and Little Wang even gave him the middle finger.


    But Jim broke into a smile.


    And Liu Xiuying was left dumbfounded!

 Chapter 122

    "You can y the piano?" Jim seemed like he''d discovered a new world.


    "You''re not bad yourself," Yuanyuan said, leaning against the window.


    Little Wang was quite proud, looking at Jim with disdain: "You little brat, I might not be better than you, but my sister is, right?"


    Jim took something out, unwrapped it, and tried to feed it to Yuanyuan, but she swatted it away: "What are you doing?"


    The item fell to the ground, and Little Lang picked it up and sniffed it: "Sister, it''s chocte."


    Jim offered one to Little Wang, but he refused and gave him the middle finger.


    Jim wasn''t angry; instead, he gave Little Wang a big hug.


    This foreign devil, who started off acting all cocky, was now being overly friendly.


    Liu Xiuying went abroad in ''82. Before leaving, she visited Yanguan Vige onest time. Back then, people were so poor they couldn''t even afford to use oil for cooking - they would use a cloth to wipe a tiny bit of oil on the pan, one wipe per meal, making a pound of oilst a whole year.


    In ces like Qinghai, most couples only had one pair of pants without patches between them - whoever went out would wear them.


    She knew the domestic economy had improved.


    With reform and opening up, people had money now.


    But she never imagined Chen Men''s daughter could afford a piano, let alone y it so well.


    Little Wang and Little Lang might not be much, but Chen Men''s daughter, even if she wasn''t quite the "angel fallen to earth" as Gu Xiao described, was certainly exceptional among girls.


    This realization left Liu Xiuying breathless.


    She didn''t want to ept this reality.


    To make matters worse, Jim chose this moment to pierce her heart: "Mom, I want to y another duet with that girl."


    Liu Xiuying suddenly exploded in anger, pointing at her son''s nose and shouting: "I was almost paralyzed when I left the country, risked paralysis to give birth to you, and to raise you, I slept on benches in Central Park, ate from garbage, got free lunches from churches, all for you! I struggled and fought so hard, but look at you - even the kids from Hua Country are doing better than you!"


    Jim stood frozen, tears welling up in his eyes from his mother''s scolding.


    Yan Wei couldn''t bear to see Liu Xiuying scold her son and said, "Sister-inw, Jim ys well, why are you doing this?"


    Liu Xiuying ignored Yan Wei and continued berating Jim: "When others went abroad, they had wealth to back them up, but we had nothing. Everything depended on our own struggle and hard work. We ate from garbage, slept on streets. I suffered so much - if you don''t make something of yourself, what''s the point of my living?"


    Pointing at her child''s nose, she said: "I have to go to work now and can''t take care of you, so you''ll have to stay here for a few days. But you can''t neglect your piano skills. You must practice three hours of piano daily, read for three hours, and finish that article about ''God Bless America'' - it needs to be published in the school magazine when sses start, understand?"


    Jim nodded repeatedly.


    The child had been scolded into bing as meek as a quail.


    While Liu Xiuying was scolding her son, Chen Men was cooking in the kitchen.


    There was ready-made beef and meat sauce in the refrigerator. She stir-fried a te of veal with scallions, steamed arge bowl of egg cake, topped it with meat sauce, added some soy sauce and sesame oil, and sprinkled green onions - this was Little Lang''s favorite.


    She made arge te of stir-fried tomatoes, potatoes, and eggnt as a side dish - Little Wang loved this.


    Then she made a meatball soup with premium plum meat.


    Yuanyuan had a small appetite and preferred light foods, so this was for her.


    Just as she took the steamed eggs out of the pot, she turned around to see Liu Xiuying, who had just been scolding her son, enter with a smile.


    Still holding that form, she said, "Men, we''re not rich people abroad either, and our elders never supported us. Ten thousand dors - I''m begging you, don''t tell Dad this is from me, but please have him sign this form, okay?"


    "Sister-inw, are you three and a half years old? Is there something wrong with your intelligence, or are you disabled, sick, or dying?" Chen Men suddenly asked.


    Her expression was dead serious.


    Liu Xiuying was stunned for a moment before realizing she was being insulted: "Men, how dare you insult me?"


    "You''re forty-three years old and still expecting support from your elders. If you''re not mentally challenged, you must be physically disabled, right?" Chen Men said.


    What normal person would still expect their father''s support at forty-plus years old? How unsessful must one''s life be?


    But Liu Xiuying had plenty of reasons. pping her thigh, she said, "Men, Dad never supported us back then. My leg condition started in Qinghai. If Dad had been willing to pull some strings, how could I have ended up like this?"


    "In the sixties, an entire generation went to the countryside as educated youth, and most of them developed various health problems. Is that all Dad''s fault too?" Chen Men countered.


    "But some people returned to the city early through their parents'' connections. Why didn''t our Dad help us?" Liu Xiuying raised her voice.


    Chen Men remained extremely calm: "Some people died early in Qinghai - howe you didn''t?"


    Liu Xiuying''s hands were shaking violently. Just as she was about to speak, Chen Men quickly said: "This house belongs to me, Chen Men. I work for my own money and spend my own money. I''ve never used a penny from Yan Peiheng."


    Liu Xiuying took another deep breath and put the form on top of the refrigerator, still forcing a smile: "If you get Dad to sign this, my brother and I can get our green cards, and we won''te back to the country anymore. That''s good for you too, right? After all, Dad has two houses in Beijing - without us, they''d all be yours?"


    Chen Men smiled too: "I own a building in Xiping City. I don''t care about houses."


    Finally, Liu Xiuying stopped smiling.


    Chen Men actually owned a building?


    From her initial arrogance toter scolding her son for sympathy, to now practically begging Chen Men, this wasn''t how Liu Xiuying had imagined her return to the country would be.


    But she took a deep breath and still said: "Go convince Dad to sign this, Men. Trust me, it''s good for all of us!"


    Chen Men grabbed the form and was about to throw it at Liu Xiuying when someone called from outside: "Boss Chen, are you there?"


    It was Qi Songlu, who got off workter than Chen Men and had just returned from the factory.


    Chen Men put down the form and went outside.


    Not only was Qi Songlu there, but Cui Min was also present.


    Seeing Chen Mene out, Cui Min immediately grabbed her hand and ran to neighboring Uncle Yan''s house, getting straight to the point: "Men, although Little Qi has repeatedly assured me otherwise, I still want to ask you - has ourpany ever issued inted invoices to distributors and partners?"


    Inted invoices were one of the ways private enterprises currently evaded taxes.


    The specific method was to write only a few dozen yuan on thepany''s retained copy and the tax bureau''s copy of the invoice, but write amounts of tens or hundreds of thousands on the copy given to business partners.


    This way, thepany could pay less tax or avoid paying taxes altogether.


    The tax money would, of course, be saved.


    Seeing Cui Min''s anxious face, Chen Men stated firmly: "We have never issued inted invoices."


    Cui Min let out a long sigh of relief. Even at forty years old, she was jumping with joy: "If you say we haven''t, then we really haven''t! Men, you and Little Qi must have made our Factory 271 proud again!"


    "What''s going on?" Chen Men asked Qi Songlu.


    Qi Songlu said: "Today, after you went home, Gu Xiao called and said he had already sent ountants from Singapore to Xiping City to audit the books of several factories he invested in. He asked me if we had ever falsified ounts, and I said no. He then said that for everypany he invested in, if they truly never issued inted invoices or used fake invoices, and never falsified financial or tax reports, he would personally reward the general manager with a fifty-thousand-yuan bonus. However, if they had, he would station financial personnel in the enterprise for permanent financial supervision and, if necessary, filewsuits against the general manager."


    So Gu Xiao had sent his own ountants to audit the books in Xiping City?


    And if her ounts showed no problems, Gu Xiao would reward her with another sum of money?


    Cui Min kept patting her chest, looking frightened: "Men, these days fake invoices, inted invoices, and false ounting are somon. You probably don''t understand these tricks yet. We''re lucky to have dodged this bullet! And what an unexpected bonus - we''ll even get a 50,000 yuan reward!"


    Qi Songlu then said: "Sister Cui, Boss Chen has always been strict about ounting and checking invoices carefully. She warned me long ago never to use inted invoices just to save on taxes. Our Boss Chen isn''t naive or just lucky - she was prepared!"


    How could it be mere luck?


    Chen Men knew that Gu Xiao, being a greedy capitalist, wouldn''t just quietly walk away after using his own money to help establish Store 271.


    He had waited a year, plotting for a year, just waiting for this audit.


    If Chen Men had dared to falsify the ounts, Gu Xiao''s ountants would have filed awsuit without hesitation when they came, and she would have gone to prison.


    Inted invoices and fake receipts involving amounts over 10,000 yuan were criminal offenses.


    The minimum sentence started at three years.


    If Chen Men had given in to greed and falsified even one entry, she would have faced three years in prison.


    Then, Gu Xiao''s financial team would have smoothly taken over Store 271''s ounts.


    This had been Gu Xiao''s true objective all along, carefully nned over an entire year.


    But Chen Men had remained vignt, and she was above such petty fraud anyway. Being prepared meant she wouldn''t fall for his trap.


    With capitalists sharpening their knives overhead, you had to stay alert, or you could find yourself sued and thrown in jail at any moment.


    Setting work matters aside, when Chen Men returned home after saying goodbye to Cui Min and Qi Songlu, Liu Xiuying had already left.


    Yan Wei had cooked two extra dishes in the kitchen and called Qi Songlu over to eat together.


    He and Qi Songlu were now married, having obtained their marriage certificate, though they hadn''t held the wedding banquet yet. If Qi Songlu hadn''t been busy working closely with Chen Men every day, she would have already moved to the city.


    Jim was also at home today.


    Little Wang, Little Lang, and Yuanyuan were running in and out, ying while waiting for dinner.


    Jim stood in the corner, silently ying his violin, the squeaking sounds full of the loneliness of being abandoned by his mother.


    Yan Wei set the table and, since Jim was still family after all, said: "Jimmy,e eat."


    Qi Songlu looked at the boy''s blonde hair, ruffled it and said: "He probably isn''t used to our food, right?"


    Jim said: "It''s fine, I like Chinese food, but I must practice violin for an hour and a half before I can eat."


    With his mother gone and no one to back him up, the timid boy was being especially well-behaved.


    Little Wangdled a small bowl of egg drop soup and deliberately waved it in front of Jim: "Smell that? Isn''t it fragrant? Don''t you want some?"


    Jim''s violin continued to squeak, but his nose couldn''t help following the movement of the spoon.


    Yan Wei had taken a liking to his chubby little nephew. Seeing him sweating, he personally helped remove his clothes and took away his violin: "You must eat first, then practice."


    Jim was actually so hungry his stomach was growling, so he found an excuse for himself: "Then I''ll make up the time after eating."


    "This child speaks such fluent Chinese?" Qi Songlu was surprised again.


    Yan Wei smiled and said: "I heard most Chinese people in America still live in Chinesemunities, eat Chinese food, and speak Mandarin, just like we do here."


    "No no, we live in a white neighborhood, and I only speak Chinese at home. Outside, I must speak English, and I go to the best school in the white district," little Jim said while eagerly shoveling food into his mouth, especially helping himself to the steamed eggs.


    Every word and gesture of the little boy betrayed a thick sense of upper-ss superiority.


    "So you''re upper ss in America too?" Qi Songlu asked.


    Jim shrugged: "We live in a very nice neighborhood."


    In Hua Country, people believed in equality and didn''t talk about upper and lower sses.


    Qi Songlu was annoyed by the way the child spoke, so she stopped talking to him.


    Jim then turned to Little Wang: "What''s your name?"


    Yan Wei clicked his tongue: "Your brother and sister-inw didn''t even tell this child Little Wang and Little Lang''s names?"


    Qi Songlu rolled her eyes: "They''re upper ss in America, they don''t consider you family, so stop ttering yourself."


    Little Wang enthusiastically told Jim: "My surname is Yan, and my given name is ''Father.''"


    "Father, hello. What''s his name?" Jim pointed at Little Lang.


    "He''s called Yan Brother, and she''s Yan Mother," Little Wang said.


    Jim''s spoon paused as he suddenly realized: "You''re making fun of me."


    Yuanyuan was also angry at Little Wang and pinched him hard: "Brother, how could you do that?"


    Chen Men also red at Little Wang: "No mischief."


    Little Wang spread his hands: "What did I do? I''m being perfectly nice!"


    Jim wasn''t happy about being tricked and said angrily: "You''re just like how my father describes children from Hua Country - mediocre, always trying to show off, full of schemes, but only able to fool themselves."


    Chen Men''s chopsticks froze, and Yan Wei''s expression darkened.


    Yan Jun, having studied philosophy, certainly had an artistic way of insulting people. The phrase "forgetting one''s ancestors" perfectly described him.


    Little Wang nearly jumped up to fight.


    Fortunately, Little Lang and Yuanyuan held him back.


    After dinner, it was past nine, and Yan Zhao still hadn''t returned. Yan Wei sighed: "From what sister-inw said earlier, they really struggled when they first got to America."


    Sleeping in parks, collecting garbage, getting free lunches - it sounded like they had lived like beggars.


    Setting aside the matter of them giving away thend certificates, Yan Wei felt troubled and uneasy about all the hardships his brother and sister-inw had endured abroad.


    Moreover, Yan Peiheng was naturally impartial and unwilling to use connections to help his son find work, which had left his brother stuck in Qinghai for seven full years. It seemed somewhat normal that his brother would harbor resentment.


    Qi Songlu then asked: "Were thosend certificates really given to them by our mother?"


    If Su Wen had truly given thend certificates to Yan Jun and his wife, who then gave them to someone else, the brothers would have no right toin.


    What Yan Jun and his wife did was wrong, but they hadn''t broken anyws.


    Yan Wei figured that must have been what happened. When his brother wanted to go abroad but had no money or capital for bribes and connections, he went home and knelt crying before Su Wen, telling her how desperate he was and asking for her support and help.


    Su Wen was his birth mother, after all.


    When her son, over thirty years old and tall and strong, knelt before her crying, how could she not worry and feel heartbroken? So she gathered all her assets at the time and gave them to Yan Jun.


    She wanted to help her son get through his difficulties.


    But as soon as Yan Jun got to the capital with the temple property, he gave it away to curry favor with others.


    So now, while Yan Wei couldn''t forgive his brother, he also had no real grounds to hate him or demand an exnation. He felt troubled but helpless, and could only keep these feelings bottled up inside.


    Jim was squeaking away on his violin again.


    With school about to start, this was thest time for Little Wang and his siblings to have fun, and the children were watching a video tape.


    It was a Stephen Chow movie, and the children wereughing uproariously.


    After practicing for a while, Jim couldn''t resist: "Hi, what are you watching?"


    "Call me father and I''ll tell you," Little Wang said.


    Jim wasn''t actually a particrly stubborn child, so he indulged Little Wang''s mean joke: "Father."


    Little Wang then said: "Good son,e watch with us. It''s called ''Fight Back to School,'' it''s really good."


    "No, I need to practice violin, I still have three hours of reading to do today, and an essay to write," Jim said while continuing to y.


    Yuanyuan was shocked: "Jimmy, do you ever have time to y?"


    "Only people who ept mediocrity need to y. We don''t need to y, our lives are only about studying," Jim said.


    "He must be an idiot," Yuanyuan turned back to watch the video.


    Although Jim was still practicing the violin, his eyes kept busy, ncing at Stephen Chow on TV, then looking at the Little Wang siblings who were cracking sunflower seeds and eating ice cream whileughing heartily. He yed while saying, "Father, if you don''t read books or think deeply, you''ll forever be stuck in the chaotic and dirty Hua Country, living a vulgar and meaningless life, passing your days in mediocrity. You''ll never understand the meaning of life and existence. Without thoughts, you''re no different from animals..."


    Little Lang jumped up: "I want to beat him to death!"


    Little Wang held his brother back: "Your fists are too strong, it''ll be trouble if you really kill him. Let me handle this."


    If it weren''t for Yuanyuan holding them back on each side, these two would have beaten little Jim to death.


    Yan Wei couldn''t stand listening anymore, and since he was still waiting for Yan Zhao to return, he prepared to take Jim away.


    This child looked particrly simr to Qilin when he was young, which made Yan Wei both sad and unable to resist feeling affection for him.


    But if he continued speaking in that tone, even Yan Wei would want to hit him.


    Just then, there were footsteps outside, followed by Yan Zhao pushing open the door.


    In his crisp police uniform, holding his cap in his arms, he entered and immediately noticed the yellow-haired boy under the eaves, walking straight towards him: "Is this Jim?"


    This was their Yan family''s grandson, who should naturally have ck hair - who the hell dyed it yellow?


    After a day of internal struggle, Yan Wei was now ready to forgive his elder brother and sister-inw.


    With his natural tendency to make excuses for others, he said: "Third brother, sister-inw just said that mother gave her thend certificate, and she didn''t personally give it to Wang Gebi - he got it from someone else. Sister-inw is quite pitiful too, saying they once lived very poorly in America, receiving welfare and sleeping in parks."


    Yan Zhao frowned, watching Jim y the violin terribly off-key, sounding like a wailing ghost.


    Looking at Yan Wei, his eyes suddenly sharpened: "I told you toe early, and this is all you found out, and you let them leave? What if Liu Xiuying runs away? What if she abandons the child and returns to America? Why didn''t you confiscate her passport? Do you even know where she went?"


    This series of questions left Yan Wei stunned.


    "Who did she actually give the property deed to? The three temples are worth nearly three million, that''s embezzlement and bribery - who''s the one who embezzled it? Also, how did she and our elder brother get thend certificate from mother? Is there a written will? If not, are there at least two witnesses? If neither exists, they''re guilty of theft and privately appropriating mother''s property - did you ask about any of this?" Taking a breath, Yan Zhao continued: "I told you toe back early - is this how you handle things?"


    One question after another left Yan Wei dumbfounded.


    Chen Men then handed Yan Zhao Liu Xiuying''s most treasured paper: "Sister-inw came for this, saying it was for getting a green card, wanting father to sign it, and offered me ten thousand US dors."


    Yan Zhao took the paper, looked at it for a while, then thrust it at Yan Wei: "Look at what this is?"


    Yan Wei frowned as he looked at it, saying: "I''ve forgotten most of the English I learned, but this should be a letter of rmendation?"


    Yan Zhao didn''t know much English either, so he had to find the household Chinese-English dictionary to trante and guess the meaning: rmending someone to go somewhere, stating they''re qualified enough to handle certain work.Aliali: 674aec4f3f33ac49acb42


    It was a rmendation format, where key elements like names and ces needed to be filled in manually.


    Yan Wei said: "Maybe our elder brother is looking for work and needs father''s rmendation?"


    "Our father lives in the country and isn''t some big shot - what connection could he have with Americans?" Yan Zhao questioned.


    Yan Wei smiled: "True, how could our father, a military leader in Hua Country, help our elder brother in America?"


    Yan Zhao held the document and suddenly realized the issue.


    Suppose they wrote the name of a West Point Military Academy examiner or instructor at the top of this rmendation letter, and signed Yan Peiheng''s name at the bottom.


    Then wrote Mike as the rmended person.


    Even if the examiner or instructor didn''t know Yan Peiheng, they might give Mike special consideration just because of his position and status in Hua Country.


    It was very possible that even if Mike wasn''t that exceptional, they might make an exception to admit him.


    So this must be why his elder brother and sister-inw were so eager to have Yan Peiheng taken to court and sever family ties with them - that''s why they prepared this document for him to sign.

 Chapter 123

    Yan Wei left, but Jim was kept by Yan Zhao. He had more questions for Jim and wouldn''t let Yan Wei take him away.


    The autumn wind was refreshing, and as soon as the courtyard lights were turned on, moths flew all over the ce. Hearing about a little foreign boy with yellow hair, the vige children asionally gathered at the gate to take a look.


    Yan Zhao stared at the little boy with golden hair: "Jim, uncle now wants to ask you something. How is life in America for your family?"


    "It''s good, very good," Jim said, spreading his hands.


    Yan Zhao continued, "In your family, who makes the decisions, your dad or your mom?"


    Jim didn''t quite understand the question, so Little Wang exined in his ear, "Who has the louder voice in your family?"


    Jim spread his hands again and said, "It''s definitely my mom. She works, she earns money, and she does the ounting for all theundromats and Chinese restaurants in themunity. My dad just takes care of our studies and reads books."


    Back in the country, it had always been Liu Xiuying who made the decisions in the family of the eldest son. It seemed that in America, it was still Liu Xiuying who called the shots.


    Yan Zhao then took out a form and showed it to Jim: "Have you seen this form before? Who gave it to your mom, your dad?"


    Jim took the form and looked at it, then spread his hands again: "I made this. I printed it out ording to what my mom wanted."


    "Does your dad know about it?" Yan Zhao pressed further.


    Jim thought for a while and said, "Probably not. He just cooks, reads, and many things, my mom doesn''t tell him about."


    "Then go take a bath and get to bed early," Yan Zhao stood up.


    Little Wang enthusiastically said, "Come on, I''ll take you to the bathroom."


    Jim hesitated and said, "My dad said you never take baths, and you use open-air squat toilets..."


    Little Wang opened the bathroom door, revealing tiled floors, a sr water heater on the wall, a squat toilet with a rubber lid, and bath sponges and shower gel. It wasn''t smelly at all, but rather quite fragrant.


    As soon as Yan Zhao entered the house, Chen Men heard his stomach growling, guessing he hadn''t had dinner. So, she fried some minced meat and added a poached egg, standing in the kitchen for a while. After seeing Yan Zhao send the kids to their bedrooms, she put the noodles into the pot and waited for him to finish his bath before cooking them.


    By the time the noodles were ready, Yan Zhao had also finished his bath.


    Watching Yan Zhao eat, Chen Men asked, "What should we do about the eldest sister-inw''s situation? Should we tell dad?"


    Yan Zhao looked down at the rmendation letter and said three words, "Of course."


    People will strive for their children''s future, but few are as ''striving'' as Yan Jun and his wife.


    Yan Peiheng now liked his daughter-inw Chen Men the most, and he didn''t understand English at all.


    Chen Men also didn''t understand English. If she were to get him to sign a document for ten thousand dors, he would probably sign it.


    But if Chen Men did that, Mike would be admitted to West Point, but Yan Peiheng would be a disgrace to the Hua Country military, affecting the careers of Yan Wei and Yan Zhao as well.


    This incident would be recorded in their family''s archives.


    Not only would their brothers be affected, but Little Wang and Little Lang would never be able to join the military in Hua Country, nor would they be able to find jobs in government units.


    It seemed that for Mike, Yan Jun and his wife were willing to sacrifice the futures of Yan Zhao and Yan Wei''s families.


    It was unclear whether this was just the eldest sister-inw''s idea or if the eldest brother was involved as well.


    Yan Zhao and his eldest brother grew up together but hadn''t seen much of each other since they grew up.


    He only remembered that because he was Old Mandam Yan''s eldest grandson, she doted on him the most.


    When he was young and still in the countryside, he always slept with Old Mandam Yan. The pocket money and snacks Yan Peiheng gave to Old Mandam Yan were all given to Yan Jun.


    For this, Yan Zhao''s most vivid memory was once when he caught a fish the size of a palm from the river, eager to have his grandmother cook it so the whole family could have fish soup.


    He rushed into the kitchen with the fish, only to see Yan Jun sitting in Old Mandam Yan''sp, eating biscuits, his mouth full of crumbs. While eating, he would kiss Old Mandam Yan, and the two were very affectionate.


    At the moment he entered, the two of them jumped up in panic, hurriedly hiding the biscuits.


    The crumbs that fell to the ground, Yan Jun quickly stepped on them. Sweet and crispy, every step made Yan Zhao swallow hard.


    The eldest brother was the most favored by his grandmother. When Yan Wei and Yan Zhao were struggling to eat cornmeal porridge, he always had milk and biscuits to eat. Even in the hardest times, he never went hungry.


    Later, when he went to the capital, from joining the army to getting married, everything was taken care of by Yan Peiheng, who had been entrusted by Old Mandam Yan before her death.


    Yan Peiheng had never wronged Yan Jun.


    Yet, the one who wanted to take Yan Peiheng''s life was precisely Yan Jun.


    Chen Men was now looking for a towel and pajamas in the cab, ready to take a bath. She turned back to see Yan Zhao looking out the window with a lonely expression and couldn''t help but say, "How about we take a bath together?"


    Yan Zhao, lost in thought, suddenly came to his senses upon hearing this. He stood up: "Really?" Instinctively, he rubbed his hands together, his face full of disbelief.


    These two strong hands, when rubbed together, made a rustling sound.


    The couple had never bathed together, and because Chen Men naturally disliked others seeing her body, they had never done anything like that even with the lights on.


    "Third Yan, give me a back scrub," Chen Men said casually, trying to suppress herughter, "Gently."


    Afraid that he would scrub too hard, Chen Men always used a scrubbing belt.


    But today, with the arrival of the eldest sister-inw, Yan Zhao''s mood was understandable, and Chen Men wanted to cheer him up.


    Yan Zhao was indeed happy, his throat full of restrained joy: "Come on, I''ll scrub you well." His voice had changed.


    He was good in other aspects, but his sexual desire was too strong. Although he had always been suppressing it, that unsuppressible desire often showed a little tail.


    For example, at this moment, Chen Men only mentioned a bath, but Yan Zhao was already looking for condoms in the cab.


    The condoms in the cab were birth control supplies he had taken from the police station, and there was a whole cab full of them.


    He was like a hamster, hoarding a whole cab of condoms, secretly protecting his desires.


    Chen Men, was she human? No, in his eyes, she was a delicious meal. He was greedy but didn''t dare to overindulge.


    Normally, it wouldn''t matter, but Chen Men couldn''t withstand Yan Zhao''s physical strength. But today, in this situation, she felt it necessary to let him have a full meal.


    Although they were old married couple, they had never bathed together. They walked quietly, afraid of waking the children. But once in the bathroom, undressing, Chen Men just washed a little, and as soon as she turned around, Yan Zhao''s scrubbing towel had just touched her back, and Chen Men let out a scream.


    "Are you crazy, Third Yan?" This scream was much more pitiful than Little Wang''s previous one.


    Just one stroke, and Yan Zhao had scrubbed Chen Men''s back raw. She finally understood how painful it was for Little Wang when he scrubbed his back.


    ...


    Little Lang and Yuanyuan were already asleep, and the light in Little Wang''s room was still on because Jim had to read for two hours, and today he had an article to write called "God Bless America," which was to be submitted.


    Jim was reading seriously, while Little Wang was rummaging through Jim''s backpack, finding it boring with all the foreign books. He picked up aic book of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" and started reading.


    Chen Men''s scream made Jim shiver: "Dad, your parents are going to start arguing."


    "It''s okay, they argue in bed and make up in bed. My mom won''t even kick my dad out of the bedroom," Little Wang said nonchntly.


    "No, they''ll destroy the world. When my dad and mom argue, they''ll destroy the world. My mom even makes my dad kneel to her!" Jim said, shrinking into Little Wang''s arms, trembling.


    Not only could Liu Xiuying force Yan Jun to kneel, but when she really lost her temper, her voice could be so loud that neighbors would call the police and have Yan Jun arrested.


    From childhood to adulthood, Little Wang had witnessed Yan Jun being taken away by the police twice. Once was because their cooking produced too much smoke, and the other time was due to Liu Xiuying''s loud shouting, which led a neighbor to report that Yan Jun wasmitting domestic violence.


    Little Wang''s parents had never engaged in such intense conflicts, so he couldn''t understand Jim. As Jim huddled in his arms, Little Wang casually ruffled Jim''s yellow hair and was surprised to find that Jim''s hair roots were ck.


    "You used to have ck hair, why did you dye it yellow? Did those American devils bully you into doing it? Tell me, and I''ll help you deal with those American devils," Little Wang said.


    "No, no, America is a very great and democratic country. Although there is discrimination, it has nothing to do with hair color. My mom dyed my hair before I returned to China," Jim exined.


    In fact, the hair dyeing was Liu Xiuying''s personal whim. She just wanted to show off her superiority as an American but had no outlet to do so, so she dyed her son''s hair.


    "Then get out of the way, don''t block myic books," Little Wang pushed Jim aside.


    The two little boys had be friends because theic books were so entertaining. Jim asked, "What is this?"


    "Are you blind? It''s ''Smiling Proud Wanderer,''" Little Wang said.


    Jim only spoke Chinese and couldn''t read. He saw a basketball in the corner, holding a book but his eyes were on the basketball: "I also like basketball, but my mom says since I can''t be a basketball yer, there''s no point in doing meaningless things."


    Little Wang jumped off the bed, picked up the basketball, and started dribbling and spinning it on the floor of the bedroom, then leaped: "I y because I enjoy it, and enjoyment is the most meaningful thing."


    Jim watched for a while, then suddenly threw the book aside, got off the kang, and started dribbling the ball with his precious hands, which were only meant for ying the violin. He dribbled and dribbled, his eyes wide with excitement.


    If Liu Xiuying saw this, she might die of anger on the spot.


    But that wasn''t all. Ten-year-old boys are at the age of being uncontroble.


    Seeing Jim so excited just from dribbling, Little Wang took him to the next room. Little Lang and Yuanyuan were already asleep, and the curtain on the kang was drawn, so the two little ones were oblivious. The window curtain was also drawn, so nothing could be seen from outside.


    Little Wang fished out a videotape from the drawer and shook it: "Seen ''Once a Thief''? How about ''The Conmen''?¡± Then, he pulled out a deck of ying cards from under the coffee table, shuffling them wildly in front of Jim''s face: "Seen ''God of Gamblers''?"


    Since the age of three, Jim had been taught to read by Yan Jun. His life was filled with nothing but reading and practicing the violin. He was severely incapable of taking care of himself in daily life because, to save time for studying, even the water for brushing his teeth was prepared by Yan Jun.


    Yan Jun was both the servant and the strictest teacher to his sons.


    Even after going to bed, he had to read half an hour of world ssics before sleeping.


    He had never stayed upte, and rarely watched TV since he was three.


    America was indeed great and developed, and as an American, he was genuinely proud.


    But he had no friends, and his heavy homework left him no time to make friends.


    Children are naturally drawn to other children.


    Liu Xiuying left her son here to use him as a contrast to Yan Zhao''s two sons, making Yan Zhao and his sons feel ashamed and realize the importance of education.


    This way, they would acknowledge her educational philosophy and admit that her children were the hope of the Yan family.


    Only then, when she was gone and Yan Peiheng was questioned by the army, could she say to Yan Zhao and his brothers with confidence: "I may have made mistakes, but it was for the sake of your Yan family''s descendants."


    But if she knew that Jim was now rubbing his hands, looking at Little Wang as if he were looking at the gate to a new world, ready to embrace thiszy, mediocre, and thoughtless new world, she would probably spit out three liters of blood.


    The two kids didn''t dare to y the videos with sound, so they watched them as silent movies.


    But "The Conmen" was so funny that Jim pinched Little Wang''s thigh to keep fromughing.


    "God of Gamblers" was even better. They shuffled the cards while watching, pretending to be the gambler, feeling incredible.


    As for "Once a Thief," while watching, Jim kept smoothing his hair back, imagining himself as handsome as Chow Yun-fat.


    This wasn''t all. Tonight, Little Wang only showed Jim the fun of videotapes and made a n to y basketball at the Oriental School early the next morning.


    The joy of ying basketball, boys must experience it.


    The next morning, Yan Zhao waited for over an hour but didn''t see Liu Xiuying return, so he had to go to work.


    As a policeman, it was easy for him to find his sister-inw in Xiping City. After all, she needed a passport to check into a hotel, and a few inquiries at the hotels would reveal where she was staying.


    As soon as he left the house, Little Wang took the basketball and led Jim out.


    "I have to practice the violin and read in the morning," Jim said, feeling a bit scared since it was his first time doing something bad.


    "We''ll be back by noon, you can practice then," Little Wang said nonchntly, bouncing the basketball.


    After a game of basketball, it was just past noon. The two kids came out of the school, drenched in sweat, and each bought an ice cream from the store, a perfect ending.


    Yan Fen from the vige came to buy wine for his dad and said, "Boss, a bottle of Ninshan."


    This was just an ordinary sentence, but Jim was shocked: "Dad, the shopkeeper is selling alcohol to minors, which is illegal."


    "What''s so new about that? He''s buying it for his dad. If you have money, you can buy it too," Little Wang said.


    In America, stores do not sell alcohol to minors, but there is no suchw in Hua Country.


    Whether it''s because American kids naturally love to drink or for other reasons, in Hua Country, few children drink, but some American kids consider buying and drinking alcohol on their own a significant achievement, especially when they turn eighteen.


    For Little Jim, he wouldn''t stay here long and would eventually return to Liu Xiuying and then to America.


    Back in America, he couldn''t spend half a day ying basketball and a whole night watching videotapes like he did now.


    Like a monk breaking a vow, since he stayed up all night and yed basketball for half a day, why not try a sip of alcohol?


    "Dad, let''s drink!" he pointed at the Ninshan.


    Little Wang, though often dabbling in society''s undercurrents, had never drunk alcohol.


    He wasn''t curious about it and had no interest.


    But he misunderstood Jim''s meaning, thinking that this little American wanted to have a drinking contest with him.


    In front of an American kid, he certainly couldn''t back down.


    So he pulled out his small knitted money pouch from his back pocket and said generously, "Boss, a bottle of Ninshan. My little American brother wants to have a drinking contest with me, I have to win."


    The shopkeeper, also a viger, was quite surprised: "American kids are indeed different, even know how to drink? Here, I''ll give you two a bag of spicy peanuts, Little Wang, you must win!"


    "I love Hua Country, I love Little Wang, Dad, I want to stay in Hua Country forever!" Jim grabbed the peanuts and shouted excitedly.


    ...


    On his way to work, Chen Men received a call from Xue Mingfang. In the call, Xue Mingfang said that the ountant Gu Xiao sent from Singapore arrived at Factory 271 at 7:30 AM and was waiting to audit the ounts.


    Chen Men asked Xue Mingfang over the phone, "Is the ountant Gu Xiao sent a woman in her forties with burgundy hair named Liu Xiuying?"


    "Chief, you''re amazing, how did you know?" Xue Mingfang asked.


    He then added, "In the morning, the general manager of Baohe Pharmaceutical dropped her off. She apparently audited the ounts at Baohe Pharmaceutical all night, and the situation there isn''t good; she found that they were cooking the books. From what this Ms. Liu said, Gu Xiao ns to send a permanent financial staff to Baohe Pharmaceutical for financial oversight. Chief, are our ounts okay?"


    "We haven''t cooked a single penny of our books, we have nothing to fear!" Chen Men said with ease.


    In fact, when Cui Min mentionedst night that Gu Xiao would send an ountant to audit the books, Chen Men had already guessed that the person he would send would be her sister-inw, Liu Xiuying.


    Factory 271 had a turnover of 2 million yuan this year. The factory had only been established for a year, and this revenue figure had even impressed the military leaders. This also reflected the booming economy of Hua Country and its vast potential consumer market.


    One could say that as long as it was managed well, Factory 271 was essentially a money-printing machine that operated day and night.


    For a financial giant like Gu Xiao, only having 49% of shares without controlling rights naturally left him dissatisfied.


    He wanted to corrupt the Hua Country military and gain controlling rights, and the only obstacle in his way was Yan Peiheng.


    He wanted to strike at Yan Peiheng, to remove him, but couldn''t do so openly.


    As a businessman, could he possibly hire assassins to eliminate a high-ranking general of Hua Country?


    That was certainly impossible.


    As an old fox, Gu Xiao knew well about the poor rtionship between the three Yan brothers, and he also knew it was Yan Jun and his wife who had given away Su Wen''s temple. He even knew about Yan Jun''s ns to have Mike join the military in America.


    Each of these matters was a huge blow to Yan Peiheng.


    So he deliberately sent Liu Xiuying to audit the books for him, killing two birds with one stone - he could both infuriate Yan Peiheng and ensure that Liu Xiuying would conduct a thorough audit on his behalf.


    After getting out of the car in front of the office building, Chen Men saw Liu Xiuying standing there from afar, with her small bag slung across her body.


    Standing beside her were Hu Xiaohua and Xue Mingfang.


    Xue Mingfang was characteristically upright, like a white por tree, while Hu Xiaohua was typically slouching, looking like a good-for-nothing hooligan.


    Several other mid-level factory managers were also present, standing in a line at attention.


    Just as she got out of the car, Chen Men heard Hu Xiaohuaughing: "Sister-inw, with your build, back in the vige they''d say you''re the size of a New Year''s pig - you must weigh about 400 pounds now, right?"


    Being from the same vige, Hu Xiaohua naturally knew Liu Xiuying.


    However, in Hu Xiaohua''s memory, Liu Xiuying had been a thin, dark-skinned country woman wearing patched clothes. After ten years without seeing her, he hadn''t expected her to balloon up like an inted ball.


    "American life is too abundant, too developed, the living conditions are too good - it''s hard not to gain weight. I''m trying to lose weight now," Liu Xiuying smiled, then quickly asked Hu Xiaohua, "By the way, how''s your mother? Who is she with now? Still with that limping cobbler from the vige?"


    Qi Dongmei had been with several men when she was young, trying to raise Hu Xiaohua and Hu Xiaomei.


    Among them, the most despicable was a limping cobbler from Unit Five who used to beat Hu Xiaohua when drunk - the person Hu Xiaohua hated most.


    Liu Xiuying''s words hit the mark, and Hu Xiaohua''s face instantly turned pale.


    But Hu Xiaohua wouldn''t admit defeat, saying loudly: "My mother''s still better than you, Sister-inw! My sister-inw Men runs a military factory, supporting our republic''s soldiers. My third brother is a police officer, protecting the country and safeguarding the lives and property of everyone in Xiping City. But you - when you were leaving for abroad, I remember you and my eldest brother telling everyone in the vige that you were going to earn capitalist money to raise socialist children ande back to serve our country. Howe now you''ve turned into a capitalist''s ountant? Tell me, what''s the difference between an ountant like that and a dog?"


    Just then, Chen Men got out of the car and called out, "Xiaohua, stop making trouble."


    Liu Xiuying''s face had turned white with anger, but she still forced a smile and pointed at Hu Xiaohua, saying, "Men, how can you employ someone like this? Never educated, grew up on the streets - no culture, no quality." Her lips curled as she spat out in English: "Stupid guy."


    "Oh, I get it now - the difference between an ountant and a dog is that dogs can''t speak foreignnguages," Hu Xiaohua retorted.


    Liu Xiuying, a highly educated person with ss, was so angered by Hu Xiaohua that she was ready to take action.


    "Let''s go upstairs and check the ounts," Chen Men pulled Liu Xiuying aside and said, "Yan Zhao has already told Father about you and eldest brother wanting him to write a rmendation letter for Mike to West Point. Father is in the Central Theater Command now and will be home tonight. He''ll definitely want to see you. After we finish business here, let''s hurry home."


    Liu Xiuying, who was climbing the stairs, stumbled: "Men, what do you mean?"


    Chen Men replied calmly: "Sister-inw, isn''t that rmendation letter you gave meant for Father to help get connections and backdoor entry for Mike at West Point?"


    Liu Xiuying had thought herself extremely clever. That rmendation letter had neither a header nor any substantial content - it was just skating on thin ice. The main content would be filled in by her after returning to America.


    She had assumed that Chen Men, being a rural woman, wouldn''t have the education or sophistication to think that far ahead.


    So she had already discovered what the form was for, and she had even told Yan Zhao about it, and Yan Zhao had even informed Yan Peiheng?


    This was far from what Liu Xiuying had expected.


    She had thought Chen Men wouldn''t understand English and therefore couldn''t possibly figure out what the document was for.


    As for Yan Zhao, while he might know some English, she thought he wouldn''t be able to guess her intentions either.


    But how did even Yan Peiheng know about the form after just one night?


    Given Yan Peiheng''s personality, if he knew about her ying such tricks, he''d probably skin her alive.


    Liu Xiuying blurted out: "Men, I was nning to give you ten thousand US dors. Do you know what ten thousand dors means? It''s worth at least sixty or seventy thousand yuan. Now that you''ve given that form to Yan Zhao, your sister-inw won''t be giving you the money."


    "But I never said I wanted your money, and I''m not short of money," Chen Men replied, still calm andposed.


    Liu Xiuying had no idea how much money Chen Men had or what her actual capabilities were.


    And ten thousand dors was a huge sum even for herself.


    When Yan Jun was still in Hua Country, his spoiled nature, cultivated by his grandmother since childhood, meant he needed new clothes every year and enjoyed fine food and drink. But to save money during their ten years abroad, he had bought only one new piece of clothing, wearing clothes salvaged from neighbors'' garbage bins, and being as frugal as possible with food and drink.


    As for herself, she had given up even her favorite vegetables. Hamburgers, fried chicken, various meats, cheese - she would buy them in bulk when they were on sale at night. She could only eat meat because in America, meat was the cheapest.


    The meat made her gain weight, gave her high blood pressure and diabetes, made her movements sluggish.


    Even with all that hardship, her current savings amounted to only ten thousand dors.


    Yet such a huge sum of money didn''t seem to move Chen Men at all - she waspletely indifferent.


    By now they had entered the office.


    The ount books were on Chen Men''s desk. Seeing that Liu Xiuying seemed to have trouble walking, Chen Men brought a chair, helped her sit down, opened the books and said, "Take your time looking through them. I need to go to a meeting."


    At this moment, Liu Xiuying was still thinking about how being an ountant for Gu Xiao and auditing the books would be enough to anger Yan Peiheng. She had anticipated his anger and fury, which was why she had left Jim in Yanguan Vige.


    No elder could resist an outstanding child. Once Yan Peiheng saw how excellent Jim was, for the child''s sake, he would ept her helping Gu Xiao with the ounts, and after she finished the audit, he wouldn''t cause trouble and would let her and Jim return to America.


    But if Yan Peiheng found out about her little scheme, about her trying to use him to pave Mike''s way to West Point, it would probably be difficult for her to leave the country again.


    With her mind in a fog, her eyes fell on the ount books.Aliali: 674aec4f3f33ac49acb42


    The first page showed the overall cash flow and a summary of expenditures.


    The header of the ount book read:


    Annual operating ie totals 2.13 million yuan, expenditures total 2.11 million yuan.


    Instantly, Liu Xiuying''s heart was screaming and roaring. Her eyes couldn''t believe what they were seeing.


    A once dpidated, nearly bankrupt small military factory in Hua Country could actually earn two million yuan in a year?


    And this factory belonged to Chen Men?


    She had only taken over for about a year?


    Liu Xiuying worked from dawn to dusk in America, handling ounts for seven or eightundromats and restaurants, and thebined annual turnover of all those businesses barely reached two million.


    Yet Chen Men could earn two million in just one year?


    Is this Hua Country still the same Hua Country that Liu Xiuying once knew?

 Chapter 124

    In the morning, as usual, there was a routine morning meeting. Chen Men left the ledger with Liu Xiuying and asked her to review it herself. On her way from the office to the conference room, she called Yan Zhao.


    If it were just the couple of the eldest son making a trip for the sake of their child, even if they made a scene, it wouldn''t matter to inform Yan Peiheng, as it was a family matter.


    But Liu Xiuying came to check the ounts for Gu Xiao, and Chen Men felt that it might be better to dy informing Yan Peiheng about this. After all, the rtionship between the old man and Gu Xiao was fraught with tension. If he found out, he might be so enraged that he would copse on the spot.


    And if Yan Peiheng were to die of anger, wouldn''t that just fulfill Gu Xiao''s wishes?


    "I''ll handle it. You... didn''t your legs hurt afterst night''s activities?" Yan Zhao asked.


    Last night, the two of them had been standing in the bathroom for half the night, and Chen Men had been moaning about leg pain even in her dreams, which was why Yan Zhao asked this.


    "No, they don''t hurt. Go take care of your work," Chen Men replied.


    "By the way, today is myst day at the Jindong Branch Bureau. Next week, I''ll be moving to the city bureau. Therades at the branch are nning a farewell party for me, scheduled for a recent weekend evening. You shoulde too, right?" Yan Zhao said.


    The Jindong Branch Bureau was full of Yan Zhao''s old subordinates, and Chen Men didn''t particrly like meeting them.


    Because whenever she did, those people always smiled with a peculiar meaning.


    "I won''t go," she instinctively said. "If you want to bring someone, bring Little Wang."


    "You should stille. Ma Bo and the others are secretly discussing how to get me drunk. I''m afraid I might lose my temper and yell at them," Yan Zhao said.


    As the direct superior, Yan Zhao was stern, and everyone in the unit was afraid of him.


    But now that he was being promoted to the city bureau, although he would be a higher-ranking leader, he would no longer be the direct superior. After four years of enduring Yan Zhao''s temper, his subordinates were nning to give him a hard time at the farewell party, determined to get him drunk.


    They had never seen Yan Zhao drunk before.


    Of course, upon hearing that Ma Bo and the others wanted to get Yan Zhao drunk, Chen Men''s maternal instincts kicked in immediately: "Alright, I''lle and help you fend off the drinks."


    Yan Zhao''s usual style was high-pressure and cold, in stark contrast to Chen Men''s easygoing management approach.


    Most of the subordinates at the branch were loyal to him.


    But as a leader, there were inevitably times when one unintentionally offended subordinates. The farewell party required drinking because a drink could dissolve grudges. But if Yan Zhao were to yell at someone again at the farewell party, it might sow the seeds of future enmity.


    As a leader, Yan Zhao understood this himself. He wanted Chen Men to y the good cop and earn some goodwill. Given the importance of this to their family''s safety, Chen Men had to agree.


    Just as she hung up the phone, Chen Men caught a whiff of alcohol. She turned around and was startled to see Hu Xiaohua standing behind her, his head hunched, his face sleepy, and his eyes crusty with sleep.


    "Sister-inw, what were you talking about with my third brother?" Hu Xiaohua asked.


    Chen Men pointed to the conference room and said, "Hurry up and go in for the meeting. Wipe your eyes, don''t you wash your face in the morning?"


    Hu Xiaohua blocked Chen Men and wouldn''t let her leave: "Sister-inw, the winter order conference is about to start. This time, I''m sure I can sign orders worth 1.2 million, but you can''t keep holding me back. Every time I''m having a good time drinking, you get those stinky soldiers to drag me off the table. What''s your problem? Are you afraid I''ll make too much money for us?"


    At the order conference, drinking and sales were intertwined. Every time Hu Xiaohua wanted to drink more and close more deals, Chen Men would drag him off the table, which made Hu Xiaohua very frustrated.


    Chen Men pointed at his forehead and said, "I know you could close deals worth 2 million at a single order conference, but our production line is limited. If we can''t produce the products, or if the quality isn''t up to standard, it will ruin our reputation."


    "Quality doesn''t matter; I think money is more important," Hu Xiaohua said.


    Chen Men pressed further: "Didn''t the incident at the ham sausage factory, where dead rats were found inside, teach you a lesson?"


    Xue Mingfang arrived and pulled Hu Xiaohua''s arm, saying, "Chief, don''t pay attention to him. This guy has no sense of responsibility or honor. He''s a criminal in the making. Don''t worry, I''ll keep an eye on him and reform him."


    The few of them chatted andughed as they went to the meeting.


    Meanwhile, Liu Xiuying hadn''t even opened the ledger on her desk. Listening to the chatter outside, her hands couldn''t stop trembling.


    As a Chinese person, she naturally understood China and the traditional business practices of Chinese entrepreneurs. For example, Zhang Baohe had issued many invoices with inted amounts to evade taxes. This was not allowed by Gu Xiao, who had a long-term vision and wanted thepanies he invested in to go public and be truly joint-stockpanies.


    Evading taxes could make more money in the short term, but in the long run, it was akin tomitting slow suicide.


    Because Zhang Baohe did that, Gu Xiao sent financial personnel to oversee his pharmaceutical factory.


    And for Chen Men''spany, Liu Xiuying hoped for the same oue. She hoped Chen Men would cook the books, get caught, and then be overseen by Gu Xiao''s financial team. Once financial oversight was in ce, Gu Xiao could intervene in operations. Even if Gu Xiao didn''t hold actual shares, controlling the finances meant controlling thepany''s voice.


    Gu Xiao had once said that if Liu Xiuying could find evidence of Chen Men''s fraudulent ounting, he would give her fifty thousand US dors.


    Liu Xiuying had thought she could easily pocket this money.


    In her view, Chen Men and Zhang Baohe were no different, just ordinary small business owners.


    Didn''t Chinese people have short-sighted, narrow-minded views? Having done ounting for Chinese small business owners for ten years, Liu Xiuying knew them too well.


    But Chen Men even knew that to ensure product quality and reputation, she could ignore profit.


    This proved that she had ambition and was preparing to take 271 public.


    So, was there any need for her to cook the books a little?


    Then, Liu Xiuying, risking angering Yan Peiheng and possibly never being able to return to the United States, wouldn''t she end up with nothing?


    She flipped through the ledger, looking for inted invoices or fictitious invoices. Such internal financial reports would be marked, and the retained invoice stubs would not match the tax reports submitted to the tax bureau.


    With just a nce, Liu Xiuying''s heart sank.


    Because in the eyes of this veteran ountant with over a decade of experience, everything was normal.


    She closed the ledger with a snap and made a decision in that instant.


    Quietly, she slipped out of Chen Men''s office. As she passed the conference room, she bent down and used her hands to support herself, trying to avoid being seen. But just then, Qi Songlu arrivedte and saw a red-haired, plump woman sneaking out of Chen Men''s office. She immediately asked, "Ma''am, who are you and what are you doing?"


    Instantly, everyone in the conference room turned to look at Liu Xiuying.


    Hu Xiaohua turned around and immediately said, "Oh, big sister, having been a dog for the capitalists for too long, have you forgotten that people walk on two legs?"


    Liu Xiuying was half-crouched, her hands still on the ground, being stared at by a group of Chinese military veterans, feeling utterly humiliated.


    ...


    Yan Zhao certainly wouldn''t care if his father would be angered to death by his sister-inw.


    After hanging up Chen Men''s call, he immediately called Yan Peiheng, revealing everything his sister-inw hade for, both on the surface and in private.


    It was morning, and the military started work earlier than civilian units. Yan Peiheng, at the Central Theater Command, had just finished the morning meeting and hadn''t had breakfast yet. Holding the phone, his hand was bulging with veins, andrge beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.


    Secretary Mao Xun saw the old man''s ashen face and didn''t know what kind of call could make him like this. He quickly found some quick-acting heart-saving pills from the first aid kit and prepared some warm water for the old man.


    "Go home, I''ll head back too," Yan Zhao said.


    Yan Peiheng swallowed the pills in one gulp and said, "Alright."


    The drive from the Central Theater Command to Xiping City took three hours, so Yan Peiheng could be home by noon.


    Yan Zhao was currently briefing Ma Bo on the uing work at the branch bureau. After tidying up his personal belongings, he could leave early today.


    After packing his things, he handed Ma Bo a piece of paper and said, "Ma Bo, here''s a case. Take a look at the details and send a coordination notice to the Civil Aviation Administration."


    With that, he picked up a cardboard box and headed downstairs, leaving the office.


    Ma Bo assumed it was a routine report and ced the case description on his desk before escorting Yan Zhao out.


    Upon returning, he took over Yan Zhao''s desk. It was then that he finally looked at the case description left by Yan Zhao and was stunned.


    Theinant was Yan Zhao himself, and the case was a theft worth three million yuan. The suspects were named: one was Liu Xiuying, and the other was Yan Jun.


    Ma Bo was taken aback. He realized that Yan Jun was Yan Zhao''s older brother.


    Was Yan Zhao filing a report against his own brother?


    Moreover, he had applied for a coordination notice, requesting that the Civil Aviation Administration not sell tickets to Liu Xiuying until the case was resolved, preventing her from leaving the country?


    Ma Bo thought, it seems even the family affairs of the bureau chief are a tangled mess.


    From the Central Theater Command to Yanguan Vige, it takes Yan Peiheng four hours if he drives slowly and three hours if he drives fast. So by now, it was noon, and Yan Peiheng had already arrived in Yanguan Vige. Coincidentally, Yan Zhao also entered the vige at the same time.


    Yan Peiheng was not feeling well today but still dismissed Mao Xun and the guards as soon as he got out of the car.


    There were family scandals, and it was not good for outsiders to see them.


    However, as soon as he got out of the car, the old man was shocked.


    Because at noon, there were quite a few children and adults gathered at the gate.


    Yan Sanye, an old mischief-maker, was sitting at the door, shouting out numbers, as if there was some extraordinary excitement inside the courtyard.


    At that moment, Yan Zhao had just gotten out of the car and was waiting for his father at the coal yard entrance.


    Yan Peiheng then extended his hand and called out, "Old Three,e help me."


    Yan Zhao was the only son from a young age who never wanted to be touched by him, not even a hand. This was his nature, and he had been like this since he was very young. Except for Su Wen, even Yan Laotai, who wanted to touch him, was refused.


    Of course, Yan Laotai doted on Yan Jun the most. Yan Wei had a good temper, so she didn''t say much. But Yan Zhao''s temper was too bad, so she always med Su Wen for not educating the child properly.


    Su Wen deliberately made Yan Zhao hate her.


    For this reason, the olddy had not stopped crying and making a scene, and Yan Peiheng had not stopped reprimanding Su Wen for it.


    The rtionship between mother-inw and daughter-inw, family matters, are not to be discussed much. However, even on her deathbed, Yan Laotai, while forgiving Su Wen, still took the most pride in Yan Jun, saying that he was the child she had nurtured and would definitely be better than Yan Zhao.


    This was the olddy''s partiality.


    And partiality was something Yan Peiheng also had. As a father, he couldn''t treat all his children equally.


    From a young age, he had carried Yan Jun on his shoulders, Yan Wei had peed in his neck, and whenever he returned from the army, Yan Xing was like a permanent essory hanging from him.


    Only Yan Zhao, he had never even held his hand. The rtionship between them was probably the most distant between father and son in the world.


    Under normal circumstances, Yan Peiheng would not let his son support him.


    But today was different.


    Liu Xiuying hade to do the ounts for Gu Xiao and even wanted to buy off Yan Peiheng''s honor earned through thirty years of separation from his wife with ten thousand US dors. This was already a big blow to Yan Peiheng.


    For outsiders, it was a spectacle, but for the family, it was a scandal.


    Not knowing what had happened at home, Yan Peiheng was afraid that without Yan Zhao''s support, he might really copse and die on the spot today.


    However, he thought that with his son''s solitary and stubborn nature, he probably wouldn''t support him.


    But Yan Zhao extended his hand, the strong hand of a young man, first supporting Yan Peiheng, then realizing that he had no strength at all, Yan Zhao half-carried his father forward.


    Yan Peiheng was still in office, holding real power, and had never felt old.


    But being supported by this silent son, walking unsteadily, he realized that he was indeed old.


    Once, when Yan Zhao refused to go to the capital, Yan Peiheng had scolded him for being self-degrading.


    But now, Yan Wei had be mediocre, and Yan Jun had turned into a traitor.


    He realized that if it weren''t for this son who had been left in the countryside since childhood and allowed to grow wild, his life would truly be aplete failure.


    The adults were dealing with their scandals, and the children at home probably weren''t resting either.


    Yan Peiheng didn''t know what his American grandson was doing at the moment, but he guessed that he was probably boasting about how America was a paradise and how great it was, which would make the whole vigeugh.


    He was a senior officer of the Hua Country military, and Yan Peiheng couldn''t understand how his eldest son, whom he had taken to the capital, educated personally, sent to the best schools, and to the most arduous ces for training, had turned out to be like this, bing a traitor himself and trying to turn his son into one as well.


    But as soon as he reached the gate, he was stunned.


    Because when Yan Sanye turned around and saw him, he said with a smile, "Peiheng, your foreign grandson is something else, he can drink!"


    "I think foreigners are no worse than those born and raised in our Hua Country," Yan Xiong added with augh.


    Yan Zhao and his father were dumbfounded.


    A blond, a ck-haired, two brats with a bag of peanuts, were drinking together.


    "I''m the Runaway Winner!" Jim said, raising his head and downing a cup.


    Little Wang said, "I''m the God of Gamblers, I don''t believe I can''t drink you under the table."


    But the wine was too strong, Jim could down it in one gulp, but Little Wang really couldn''t, the strong smell making him tear up.


    Yuanyuan and Little Lang tried to persuade the two brothers not to drink, but Little Wang didn''t want to admit defeat and was struggling to find a way to down the wine in one go. Just then, he caught a glimpse of his ck father standing at the door and quickly grabbed the wine bottle, hiding it under the table.


    Jim waspletely unaware of the fear, his cup empty, he picked up Little Wang''s and poured it down his throat, then shouted, "Dad, I love you so much!"


    ...


    "Hua Country is so good, the air is so sweet!"


    ...


    "I want to stay in Hua Country forever!"


    ...


    The sugar-coated bullets of socialism had thus conquered the capitalist brat, and he had lost all face for his mother!


    ...


    When Yan Zhao arrived, he closed the courtyard gate, and the vigers dispersed.


    Yan Peiheng didn''t want to ask the two children why they were drinking. People have a natural affection for their children. Seeing that little Jim was crying, he sat down in front of him and asked the child, "Don''t you want to go back to America, why?"


    "It''s so tiring, I have to study every day," Jim said, drunk, pointing at Little Wang, "You''re so lucky, you still have time to y, you can spend a whole day without studying or doing homework, and your dad doesn''t even hit you."


    "Why do you have to study every day? Why don''t you have weekends, can''t you rest?" Yan Peiheng asked.


    Jim shrugged, "Because my dad says that although we have a good background, our grandfather won''t help us, he only cares about himself and his career. We have to study hard and seed on our own."


    Yan Jun was quite good at educating his son, and his words were not bad.


    "So your dad thinks that his dad is not a good dad, and he himself is a good dad, right?" Yan Peiheng asked again.


    Yuanyuan was worried that the two brothers would drink too much and hurt their bodies. She had just asked around and heard that plum juice could help with a hangover. She had just bought some plums and was now brewing plum juice. As hot water went into the teapot, the sour aroma of plums filled the entire courtyard.


    Jim didn''t recognize Yan Peiheng, but the nature of grandfather and grandson, the bloodline couldn''t be changed. He quite liked this elderly man in military uniform who looked very dignified. He stood up, swaying, supported by Little Lang, walked towards Yan Peiheng, but because he was drunk and dizzy, he fell into the old man''s arms.


    His voice sweet, he said, "Yes."


    Yan Peiheng sat for a long time, watching Yuanyuan chase after the two brothers, feeding them plum juice, watching Yan Zhao call formb stew from outside, watching Little Lang carefully break the bread with both hands, breaking it into pieces of the same size.


    This little rascal''s personality was exactly the same as his father''s when he was young.


    The steamed bun was torn into small, perfect pieces.


    He even had to adopt a horse-riding stance when tearing a bun, with his two short, sturdy legs, his base as steady as a millstone. It could be imagined that when he grew up and joined the army, he would be the kind of soldier who, once in the military, even the drill instructor couldn''t knock down.


    Finally, Yan Peiheng asked Yan Zhao, "Is your home phone set up for international long distance?"


    The monthly fee for an international long distancendline is 58 yuan, but it has been kept open every month for internationalmunication.


    "What''s it called again, Jimu, right? What''s your home phone number?" Yan Peiheng asked.


    Yan Peiheng was about to call his eldest son.


    Whether out of shame or hatred for Yan Peiheng, Yan Jun had never told his father his home phone number all these years, but his son must know it.


    In this era of advanced information, even if separated by thousands of miles, it''s just a phone call away.


    As soon as Jim mentioned the home phone number, Yan Zhao prepared to dial.


    In the meantime, he needed to brief Yan Peiheng: "Big Brother took over my mother''s temple property, and I''m preparing to file a report. Since Big Sister-inw is already here, this matter must be rified. You should ask Big Brother toe back too."


    "Alright," Yan Peiheng replied.


    In the United States, it was one o''clock in the morning, and Yan Jun hadn''t gone to sleep yet. He was fully dedicated to his three sons.


    The eldest son was not at home recently, but the second son''s studies were very busy. He was currently busy preparing breakfast for John, his second son, for the next morning.


    Sinceing to the United States, Yan Jun has be a standard househusband.


    But he didn''t regret it at all, becausepared to the hard times in Qinghai where he couldn''t eat or wear enough, his current life was very happy. Once, Yan Peiheng, for his own promotion and leadership position, never cared about the happiness of his children, but now he has dedicated his life to his sons. He felt that everything he did was particrly valuable, and he was satisfied, feeling that his life was full of meaning.


    As soon as the phone rang and he picked it up, without even a sound, he immediately felt a tightness in his scalp. He knew it was Yan Peiheng just by the breathing.


    "Dad...?"


    "Third Son said you want me to write a rmendation letter for the West Point instructor to rmend Mike''s admission..." Yan Peiheng got straight to the point, saying, "Oldest, it sounds like your son isn''t very outstanding, right? If he were truly outstanding, he wouldn''t need his grandfather to write a rmendation letter for him, would he?"


    Yan Jun was unaware of the rmendation letter matter, as it was Liu Xiuying''s own idea.


    As for whether Mike could get in, as a native Hua Country child, getting into West Point was his only hope to obtain a green card and stay in the United States. That''s why Yan Jun and his wife pressured him to apply.


    And he himself wanted to be an artist, which often led to arguments between father and son recently.


    Yan Jun had a deep reverence for Yan Peiheng, both respectful and fearful, so much so that he dared not speak to him directly since going abroad.


    And now the phone was already connected, he had to listen, even though he didn''t dare to hang up.


    "You are dedicated to raising your sons, which is very good," Yan Peiheng paused and then said, "But Oldest, as a father, I want to give you some advice and admonition. Don''t be too dominant over your children''s will. Just like me, I once tried my best to teach my eldest son, exhausting my efforts to send him to the hardest ces to train, to increase his qualifications, just so he could take over my position. But not only did he not appreciate it, he also hated me deeply. Do you think your son will be any different from mine? Do you think he will understand your intentions?"


    Pausing again, Yan Peiheng continued, "Thoserades you once worked with in Qinghai, who were down-to-earth, are now all in important positions, all division-level leaders,manders of military districts. Third Son is also about to be a deputy bureau-level leader of the Xiping City Public Security Bureau. As men, they first endured hardships and then achieved sess. Although they may not have as much money as you, they have honor, status, and no worries about food and clothing, proving their value as men. And you, besides hating me, what achievements do you have?"


    Heaven will bestow a great responsibility upon someone, and must first make his mind suffer, his bones toil, and his body starve.


    The military is even more a ce where onepetes in hardships and qualifications. Without suffering and qualifications, why should others respect you?


    Yan Peiheng once put all his rtionships and resources on his eldest son, sending him to the hardest ces to train. As long as he was willing to endure hardships, he would not be amander of a military district or at least a division-level leader now. But not only was his painstaking effort not understood by his son, it also earned him an enemy.


    He gave love to the second son, but got an average talent. In terms of education, he didn''t believe in the eldest son''s approach.


    Instead, the hands-off approach of Chen Men and Yan Zhao seemed better to him.


    Regarding Little Wang and Jim''s drinkingpetition, the old man also felt it was nothing. The way Su Wen and Chen Men educated their children was right.


    Giving them love and appropriate indulgence, they would strive to grow and achieve for the love of their parents.


    For example, Yan Zhao worked so hard not because of Yan Peiheng''s harshness and high pressure, but because he loved Su Wen and hoped to be the kind of person Su Wen liked, wasn''t he?


    "Dad..." Yan Jun stammered, sounding like he was crying.


    But Yan Peiheng wouldn''t listen to his crying and had already hung up the phone.Aliali: 674b364f3f33ac49f264a


    "Dad, how are you?" Yan Zhao asked.


    Yan Peiheng took a deep breath and waved his hand, "I''m fine, dial the phone, I want to call Gu Xiao."


    Calling Gu Xiao would be the first time the two old men had ever spoken.


    They had met in Yanguan Vige before but had never directly spoken ormunicated.


    "Should I first call Men and ask about the audit?" Yan Zhao suggested.


    Liu Xiuying was still auditing at 271, and they had to be careful not to find any faults.


    He was worried that if Yan Peiheng called Gu Xiao, the other party might ridicule him, so Yan Zhao wanted to first brief Chen Men.


    Yan Peiheng waved his hand, "No need, the daughter-inw you personally chose, I trust."


    Perhaps the eldest son''s family had no morals or bottom line.


    But Yan Peiheng trusted Chen Men, his third daughter-inw, who wouldn''t falsify ounts!

 Chapter 125

    Chen Men certainly wouldn''t disappoint Yan Peiheng''s expectations.


    Because she managed the business honestly and paid taxes dutifully, never falsifying a single penny in the ounts.


    It was already noon, and Liu Xiuying, who had wanted to slip away but couldn''t, was still checking ounts with Qi Songlu. Hu Xiaohua volunteered to deliver lunch to Liu Xiuying, so Chen Men let him do it.


    Meanwhile, she was having lunch in the cafeteria with Xue Mingfang and other middle managers.


    Outside the factory, the young men all wore suits and leather shoes, but inside, everyone definitely wore old military uniforms.


    Chen Men wore a red shirt today, standing out like a red dot among the sea of green, surrounded by handsome young men treating her as theirmander.


    Regarding the ount inspection and the possibility of having a financial officer stationed if the ounts were found unclear, everyone was quite indignant. When Hu Xiaohua returned after delivering lunch, he entered the cafeteria cursing: "Damn it, what''s Gu Xiao so arrogant about? He''s just a lousy capitalist. He only invested 800,000. If we work hard, we can pay back his money in one quarter. Let''s just do our own thing."


    Xue Mingfang also said: "That''s right, Commander. Factory 271 was one thing - we had no money then and had to take money from capitalists. But for Factory 291, we don''t need his money. How about this: we all borrow money, raise funds, and settle Factory 291''s ounts ourselves. We won''t share profits with Gu Xiao anymore, okay?"


    Today''s lunch included chicken legs, and the cafeteriady, for some reason, perhaps thinking Chen Men had a huge appetite, gave her threerge chicken legs.


    Chen Men gave one chicken leg to a skinny young soldier, another to Hu Xiaohua, and the third to Xue Mingfang, saying: "No, Gu Xiao''s vision is valuable. What''s his is his. We can''t vite business rules."


    Hu Xiaohua was particrly angry. He probably had such thoughts before but didn''t dare express them. Today, he boldly said: "Sister-inw, I think you''re just timid and afraid to confront Gu Xiao. Honestly, I really admire your work, but you''re too clingy with Gu Xiao. Youck the spirit of our republic''s soldiers. If you continue being so timid, just give the general manager position to me, I''ll do it."


    As a walking money-printing machine, Hu Xiaohua was now highly regarded in the factory, with all the soldiers supporting him.


    And Gu Xiao represented capital, a national contradiction.


    When he said this, sure enough, many impulsive soldiers agreed: "Commander, you must toughen up, otherwise, we''ll follow Manager Hu''s lead."


    "What, refusing to follow orders now?" Chen Men asked Hu Xiaohua with a smile.


    This guy was capable, having broken sales records for several consecutive quarters. Lately, he had been restless, wanting to rece Chen Men and be the boss himself.


    "Yes, I won''t follow your orders, so what?" He stepped closer, saying with a smirk.


    "Then get out. Tomorrow, I''ll immediately find a sales manager ten times better than you," Chen Men said.


    Hu Xiaohua mmed the table: "Fine, I''ll leave. Not just in Xiping City, but in all of Hua Country, if you can find a sales manager better than me, I''ll eat shit in front of you."


    At this point, Xue Mingfang sensed something was wrong and frowned: "Hu Xiaohua, sit your ass down and eat properly."


    Hu Xiaohua spread his hands, still smirking: "I''m serious. If you can really find a sales manager better than me, I''ll perform a public shit-eating show for everyone."


    Chen Men continued smiling: "Alright, I''ll take that bet, but if you don''t eat shit when the timees, I''ll have Xue Mingfang force-feed it to you."


    All the veterans hoped there would be someone stronger than Hu Xiaohua in sales, someone who could curb his arrogance, but no one believed there could be anyone more capable than him.


    So for a moment, the scene fell silent.


    Chen Men suddenly felt someone behind her. Turning around, she saw Liu Xiuying holding arge mobile phone, about to leave.


    "Sister-inw, finished eating? Something up? Isn''t that my mobile phone? Someone called?" Chen Men asked.


    Liu Xiuying had to hand over the mobile phone: "Gu Xiao wants to talk to you."


    Chen Men took the mobile phone and said hello twice, but hearing no response on the other end, she looked again and saw the call had ended.


    This was her mobile phone, originally left on her desk. Why did Liu Xiuying answer it when it rang instead of Qi Songlu?


    Though she thought this, Chen Men didn''t say anything, only saying: "Sister-inw, go back to eat first, we can continue checking ounts after lunch. I need to finish my meal quickly."


    "Ah, alright," Liu Xiuying said.


    Liu Xiuying was born in the years just after liberation. Her generation had never experienced good times. Although she was born in the capital, hunger had been the biggest concern in their lives since childhood. This made her particrly fond of eating. She wasn''t afraid of getting fat, but she was afraid of being hungry, never missing a meal.


    Especially lunch, themunal meals - even if she praised America as much as she wanted, her love for Chinese food and various vegetables couldn''t be hidden. Factory 271 had its ownnd where they grew lettuce, water spinach, and Chinese cabbage. Liu Xiuying loved these stir-fried vegetables the most, but today she couldn''t eat.


    The ount checking wasn''t finished, but the result was predictable - Chen Men hadn''t falsified any ounts.


    Whether it was because she was too honest or because she truly had strategic vision and was already nning thepany''s future listing.


    In any case, there were no problems with her ounts.


    Liu Xiuying was extremely disappointed but had no other options.


    Earlier, when Qi Songlu went to the bathroom, she was alone in the office. She had been nning to pack up her things, pick up her son from Yanguan Vige, then catch a flight back to the capital before returning to America.


    If she had left then, she could have gotten away smoothly. Since the fifty thousand dors was no longer attainable, she could have just chalked this trip up as a loss and considered herself unlucky.


    But just as she was about to leave, she happened to hear Hu Xiaohuaining, saying he didn''t want to share profits with Gu Xiao anymore.


    When an investor invests in a business, their strategic vision and insight are their greatest assets. That''s how real business works - investors with keen eyes deserve the lion''s share, that''s what they''re entitled to.


    Liu Xiuying suspected Chen Men would also be petty and wouldn''t want to share profits with Gu Xiao.


    And Gu Xiao, the reason he sent her to check the ounts was because he wanted to control Factory 271.


    What would he think if he heard Chen Men wanted to cut him out?


    In that moment, instead of sneaking away, she took the mobile phone from the desk and dialed, wanting Gu Xiao to hear how the people at Factory 271 were nning to cut him out and operate independently.


    This way, she thought she might still have a chance at getting the fifty thousand dors.


    But she never expected that despite her subordinates''ints, Chen Men would remain so calm.


    Her attitude was exactly what a true leader of a major enterprise should have.


    Gu Xiao had already hung up the phone.


    Now Liu Xiuying couldn''t leave as nned - what should she do?


    "Men, I stayed up all night, and my heart doesn''t feel well. How about this: we can continue checking the ounts tomorrow, I''ll go back to the hotel to rest first," Liu Xiuying said.


    She had heard that Yan Peiheng had returned to Yanguan Vige, which wasn''t good. Since she couldn''t get the money anyway, she needed to quickly leave with her son. If the old man got angry and kept her son, that would be disastrous.


    When Chen Men heard about her heart problem, she immediately said: "Why go to the hotel? Our father also has heart problems, we have medicine at home. Let''s go home."


    "Men, I won''t go home. Please help me bring Jimter. I want to return to America quickly," Liu Xiuying said.


    Chen Men could see that Liu Xiuying was panicking and preparing to run away.


    She even wanted Chen Men to bring Jim to the hotel - why not just ask her to take them both to the airport and send them straight back to America?


    Chen Men didn''t even bother being polite to Liu Xiuying anymore, saying: "Pick up your child yourself, I don''t have time to deliver him."


    Just then, the mobile phone in Chen Men''s hand rang.


    Not recognizing the number, Chen Men answered: "Hello?"


    It was actually Vige Chief Yan Xiong calling: "Men, our Little Wang is quite impressive. He had a drinking contest with the little American kid, and while the American passed out, he wasn''t affected at all."


    So he was calling to praise Little Wang.


    "Uncle Yan Xiong, those two kids are so young, why didn''t you stop them from having a drinking contest? What if it harms them?" Now Chen Men was truly shocked.


    Most people nowadaysck awareness about protection and don''t realize that forcing children to drink alcohol can lead to alcohol poisoning.


    This made Chen Men rush home as well.


    Liu Xiuying was standing not far away and immediately knew something was wrong. In her mind, it must have been Little Wang who had forced Jim to drink.


    She thought about how innocent Jim was, rarely having the chance to go out since he was young - what would he know about drinking?


    In the past, Liu Xiuying would have started scolding people by now, but she didn''t dare to at this moment. She held back.


    "Let''s go then, back to your house. I need to pick up my son," Liu Xiuying said.


    Her brilliant son had actually been made drunk by Little Wang.


    At this moment, Liu Xiuying didn''t even care if Yan Peiheng would y her alive.


    Her child was so pure and innocent, only knowing about studying, learning, and making something of himself.


    Yet he had been made drunk by Yan Peiheng''s grandson who grew up in Hua Country.


    If Yan Peiheng dared to scold her when they met, she would dare to argue right back.


    Of course, this was just her wishful thinking.


    Chen Men drove into the vige and parked outside her house, just in time to see the shop owner Yan Xi, who had switched shifts with his wife and was cooling off by the garbage station with arge fan.


    Seeing Chen Men, he had to report the situation: "Men, that kid from America is quite wild. He pressured Little Wang to drink, and the foreign kid got drunk while your Little Wang didn''t."


    "Brother, how could you sell alcohol to children? What if it harms their health?" Chen Men said.


    Yan Xi looked unconcerned, and all the vigers wereughing: "The kids were just having some fun, why are you getting angry?"


    Liu Xiuying felt something was wrong and said, "Hey, it was clearly Little Wang who made my son drink. What do you mean my child pressured Little Wang to drink?"


    Yan Xi stood up, stared for a while before recognizing Liu Xiuying: "Sister-inw, we can''t lie about this. It was really your kid who wanted to drink, and Little Wang only bought it because of that. I''m the one who sold the alcohol, I can testify! I heard Little Wang showed him videos all night yesterday, and today they yed ball for half a day. Our Little Wang is hospitable, representing the glorious traditions and virtues of Hua Country."


    Liu Xiuying''s temples throbbed. Just one night - watching videos, ying ball, and drinking?


    Her heart was practically bleeding.


    The child she had raised so well had been corrupted by Little Wang in just one night.


    With a bang, she pushed open the door.


    And as she pushed open the door, what she saw was even more eye-opening. Jim had not only acknowledged a father, but in his drunken state, he was happily chasing Yuanyuan around the courtyard calling her "mother."


    "Father, Mother!" he called with a smile.


    He pounced on Yuanyuan, trying to give her a kiss.


    Liu Xiuying was so angry her eyes were bloodshot. She saw that the window to Men''s bedroom was open, with Yan Peiheng sitting on the bed, and she stormed over furiously.


    Ayer of white fat had settled on the bowl ofmb soup with bread in front of Yan Peiheng.


    At 12 o''clock, Yan Zhao had called Gu Xiao, wanting to talk to him, but the person on the other end said Gu Xiao was unwell and currently receiving treatment. When Gu Xiao felt better, he would call back.


    After hanging up, Yan Peiheng hadn''t touched his chopsticks, just kept waiting for Gu Xiao to call him back.


    Liu Xiuying rushed up to Yan Peiheng, originally intending to argue, but suddenly seeing the old man''s fierce gaze, she swallowed hard and immediately became submissive, saying softly, "Dad, I''m your eldest daughter-inw Xiuying, I''m back."


    ...


    "I came to do ounting for Gu Xiao, but look, Men''s factory is so big, and it''s all thanks to Gu Xiao''s support that it can make money. I''m just helping Gu Xiao with the ounts to earn a little money, you shouldn''t be angry about that." As she spoke, Liu Xiuying beckoned her son toe forward.


    Jim hadpletely embarrassed her this time, but Liu Xiuying had no choice but to force a smile and continue: "Jim was so excellent in America. Not to mention anything else, those white kids couldn''tpare to him in studies at all."


    Jim still tried to cling to Yuanyuan, but Little Lang couldn''t take it anymore and forcefully pushed him away, shoving him into Liu Xiuying''s arms.


    The child had never drunk before, and Little Lang''s push was too hard. With a "wa," he vomited sour plum soup all over his mother.


    There was nothing excellent about this sight.


    So Liu Xiuying said again: "Jim really is an excellent child, it''s just that environment has too much influence on children. As our old saying goes, it takes three years to learn good habits but only three days to learn bad ones. His poor behavior today is all because of the environment."


    She almost blurted out: It''s all Little Wang''s fault!


    Yan Peiheng still hadn''t received Gu Xiao''s call. His hand trembled as he reached for his chest pocket, where his secretary had prepared medicine for him to take when his heart was ufortable.


    Back then, Liu Xiuying was a daughter-inw that Yan Peiheng had helped choose for his son.


    As the saying goes, a wise wife means fewer troubles for the husband. As the eldest daughter-inw, Yan Peiheng had spent a long time choosing carefully.


    The Liu Xiuying of the past came from three generations of absolute poverty, was red to the core, and when it came to revolution, she would disown all rtives. She could whip her own father with a leather whip, spoke eloquently, and every third sentence was a revolutionary slogan.


    She had even shouted about wanting to crush American imperialism and liberate the four billion people enved by capitalism worldwide.


    At that time, Yan Peiheng truly liked this daughter-inw.


    Even after she went abroad, when she repeatedly refused to return despite his urging, when rumors spread throughout the first-ss familypound, Yan Peiheng still defended her and Yan Jun, saying they were probably being detained by the Americans and couldn''t return.


    But look at her now, not only telling lies but looking at Little Wang and Little Lang with disdain.


    Seeing him not respond, Liu Xiuying added: "Dad, we''ll leave now. When you retire, I''ll personallye back to Hua Country to take you to America for your retirement."


    Just like that, she was trying to slip away?


    Yan Peiheng seemed to make up his mind and gave Yan Zhao a look.


    Yan Zhao then said: "Sister-inw, you can''t go anywhere right now. You must cooperate with our investigation of a case."


    "Case? What case?" Liu Xiuying was stunned.


    Yan Zhao said: "My mother hadnd certificates for three temples, which were her private property. Before she passed away, she left an oral will stating that all her property belonged to her grandson Yan Wangqi. Although this will was only verbal, Yan Yong and Yan Bin were witnesses and can testify for me, so I can prove its authenticity. And you, as a rtive with no inheritance rights, took thend certificates without permission, which constitutes theft. I''m sorry, but I''ve already reported it to the police, and you''ll have to go to the police station for investigation."


    Liu Xiuying raised her voice: "Third Brother, have you gone mad? Have you no shame, fighting for mother''s inheritance? Those things were given to me and your eldest brother by mother."


    "Do you have any witnesses? Do you have a will?" Yan Zhao pressed relentlessly.


    Liu Xiuying had once been a woman soldier in the revolutionary forces, the reddest and most devoted young Red Guard during the revolution, and had even lived in America for ten years. Normally, ordinary people couldn''t win an argument against her.


    But faced with someone like Yan Zhao, who spoke with logic and evidence and showed no regard for personal rtionships, she found herself unable to argue back.


    After struggling for a while, she said: "Mother really did give these things to us. If I''m lying, may heaven strike me down."


    Yan Zhao then said: "The abbots, monks, and religious affairs bureau officials have given me the annual revenue figures for each temple. Roughly calcted, each temple generates about 200,000 yuan in annual ie, making each temple worth about one million yuan. Three temples would be worth three million yuan. Sister-inw, without evidence, you''ll be charged with theft of three million yuan, and the sentence..." Under current Hua Countryw, theft of three million yuan carried a life sentence.


    The children were still ying noisily in the courtyard.


    Yan Peiheng sat with his legs spread apart. In just half a day, his hair had rapidly turned white, but his eyes were still bright.


    Yan Zhao stood behind his father, tall and slender, with a darkplexion and eyes like deep pools, unfathomable.


    Liu Xiuying had little interaction with Yan Zhao and didn''t understand him, so she hadn''t realized the gravity of the situation yet.


    The temples were property, but did they generate any ie? No.


    In Liu Xiuying''s eyes, Yan Peiheng and his wife were the most unsessful parents. They hadn''t left their children any valuable inheritance, and Su Wen had even exchanged all their money for several temples. How ridiculous - her inheritance was actually just a few temples.


    "Third Brother, go ahead and arrest me. I''ll be waiting!" Liu Xiuying said, grabbing Jim and turning to leave.


    "Sister-inw, you can leave, but the Xiping police have already notified the Civil Aviation Administration. They won''t sell you airline tickets and will inform the U.S. Embassy not to stamp your visa. This is a criminal case, and you must resolve it before leaving," Yan Zhao warned.


    Liu Xiuying immediately let out a sharp scream: "Third Brother, thosend certificates were truly handed over to your elder brother by mother herself. At that time, your brother knelt before her crying, and she took out thend certificates and gave them to us. She gave them to your brother willingly, heaven be my witness."


    Yan Zhao''s voice wasn''t as loud as hers, but his tone was far more severe: "That was in ''82, when our mother''s mental state was already poor. After you and my elder brother came, you knelt before her crying, didn''t you? Not only did you cry, but you also criticized andined about our father in front of her, saying many things about how badly our father treated you two. Those words aggravated her condition, and she passed away just a year after you left. Sister-inw, you and elder brother were responsible for mother''s death!"


    Liu Xiuying''s face turned pale as she slowly backed away, clearly indicating that this was indeed what had happened.


    The couple had obtained the temple property certificates by badmouthing Yan Peiheng in front of Su Wen.


    One can imagine how heartbroken Su Wen must have been at that time, seeing her weather-beaten son and mistakenly believing that her husband was so cruel as to disregard even his own son''s happiness.


    Yan Peiheng closed his eyes, not wanting to look anymore.


    Clearly, he had given his eldest son such good opportunities, chances to endure hardship, to train himself, to build up credentials for promotion. If he had been willing to settle down and work diligently, he should have been a division-level cadre by now.


    But his son only saw immediate benefits, only cared about who returned to the city first, who went abroad early, who made more money.


    Yan Peiheng didn''t know how many such people existed in this world.


    If it weren''t for Yan Zhao, if it weren''t for seeing Little Lang quietly finishing his meal in such chaos, then picking up his air rifle alone and practicing his shooting stance.


    The old man truly couldn''t bear it and might have died of shock on the spot.


    But Little Lang was his hope. That child''s mere presence was Yan Peiheng''s pir of strength.


    That was Su Wen''s educational legacy.


    With him there, the old man could face his life''s failures and find the resolve to sue Yan Jun and his wife.


    And he believed his wife would be happy with his decision.


    Since they had failed in educating their children, it was time to acknowledge the mistake and face the failure.


    Thinking back, whenever Yan Peiheng returned home to visit, walking thirty li, resting and being apanied for portions of the journey, his wife, though reluctant to part, would always urge him: "Go back to work quickly, your work is more important than anything."


    Missing his wife, he would often say, "Why don''t I make up an excuse and take two more days off to stay with you?"


    "Do you want our children to learn from you, bing someone who lies casually and is irresponsible and unprofessional at work?" his wife would ask, half-angry, half-teasing.


    So Yan Peiheng had no choice but to leave his wife and head to the capital.


    Back then, his wife was willing to send their two older children to the capital because she firmly believed in his character and his ability to raise them well.


    But he had ultimately failed to educate the children properly.


    Therefore, making the children correct their mistakes became particrly necessary.


    Otherwise, after his death, he feared his wife wouldn''t forgive him even when they met in the afterlife.Aliali: 674af0d8c4f3f33ac49b0a11


    ...


    Liu Xiuying was thinking about how to persuade Yan Zhao to cancel the wanted notice.


    The drunk Jim was bingpletely uncontroble, alternating between impersonating Bruce Lee and God of Gamblers Ko Chun, making noise and running around the courtyard.


    Just then, the home phone rang.


    Before it could ring again, Yan Peiheng answered with a strong voice: "This is Yan Peiheng."


    "This is Gu Xiao." The other party''s tone sounded gentle and weak, nowhere near as robust as Yan Peiheng''s.


    "Thank you for giving my eldest daughter-inw the job, and thank you for your contributions to Hua Country''s military. I trust there are no issues with the ounts," Yan Peiheng''s tone was exceptionally calm.


    "I haven''t received feedback from the ountant yet," Gu Xiao said.


    "I believe there won''t be any problems. Because I chose the general manager of 271, she is my daughter-inw, and like her mother Su Wen, she possesses a certain character traitmon to most women in Hua Country. That is, even if their business partner is a wolf, even if the other party intends to plunder everything from them, they will still deal with them sincerely and never resort to deception."


    Yan Peiheng paused for a moment, then continued: "In our country''s elementary school textbooks, there''s a story called ''The Wolf and the Lamb.'' I''m sure you''ve read it. Capital is the wolf - this is an eternal truth. Women of Su Wen''s generation werembs when facing wolves, only able to submit to ughter. But Chen Men''s generation is different. They possess qualities that Su Wen''s generation didn''t have - courage and perseverance, and the ability to stand up to capital."

 Chapter 126

    "Women like Chen Men represent the new generation who grew up in apletely new society. They are willing to deal sincerely with capitalists but will never allow themselves to be exploited," Yan Peiheng continued.


    On the phone, Gu Xiao remained silent for a long time.


    He had reason to suspect that the people at 271 wanted to cut him out, while he wanted to gain controlling shares of 271.


    When faced with money, a dragon yer raising his sword to kill the evil dragon may himself transform into an evil dragon due to greed and desire.


    The allure of capital''s profits is just that powerful.


    As a former [redacted] and an exile who fled to Southeast Asia, Gu Xiao even held a negative attitude toward Hua Country''s so-called socialism.


    Taking over and controlling the military factory would, in some sense, be the victory of his lifetime.


    But he already knew the answer when Liu Xiuying deliberately let him listen in on that phone call.


    Chen Men was indeed an excellent entrepreneur. Unlike many short-sighted people who be arrogant after making a little money and try to cut out their investors and major shareholders to go solo, she didn''t.


    If Chen Men dared to do that, Gu Xiao would sue her.


    In economicwsuits currently, in order to attract more foreign investment, Hua Country''s official stance favored capital and investors. So once sued, Chen Men would face imprisonment.


    But she didn''t do that. Instead, she managed the enterprise conscientiously and kept honest ounts.


    Her actions gave Yan Peiheng confidence, allowing him to now face his former romantic rival righteously and calmly. This left Gu Xiao speechless in the face of Yan Peiheng''s questioning.


    After hearing no response from the other party for a long time, Yan Peiheng continued: "The military factory represents our Hua Country soldiers'' spirit and persistence in the new era, facing social development and capital invasion. Please continue to watch its development, and I will watch it with you."


    After delivering these words with strong conviction, the old man said goodbye when the other party remained silent and hung up the phone.


    But as soon as he hung up, Yan Peihengpletely copsed.


    If he hadn''t been sitting on the bed, and if Yan Zhao hadn''t quickly grabbed the quilts and pillows to prop behind him, he would have fallen back onto the bed.


    After a moment, the phone rang again.


    Yan Zhao answered it and listened silently for a long time before saying, "I will ry this to my father and my wife."


    After hanging up, he turned to Yan Peiheng and said, "Gu Xiao says not to be angry. His original intention was to prevent Men from developing bad habits like tax evasion, fake ounting, and betraying investors'' trust in the early stages of running the enterprise. While these practices might make someone rich quickly, to truly build arge enterprise that can be listed on the stock market, one must operate strictly ording to nationalws and regtions..."


    Seeing his father gradually recovering, Yan Zhao continued, "He said he will reward Men with 50,000 yuan, which won''t go through thepany''s ounts but will be transferred to her directly. He''s giving Men this money not out of any personal interest, but hoping that other entrepreneurs he invests in will learn from Men and manage their businesses seriously, rather than letting well-running enterprises fail due to short-sightedness."


    So ultimately, Gu Xiao''s wish was also for the military factory to operate better.


    Yan Peiheng nodded but said, "He''s still a wolf in sheep''s clothing. Capitalism will never cease trying to destroy us."


    If Chen Men made any misstep in management, Gu Xiao would immediately take over.


    The military factory would ultimately end up under capitalist control.


    Little Lang had been shooting his toy gun and needed to rest his eyes.


    Just then, he wandered to the window and looked up to ask Chen Men, "Mom, did you make money again?"


    It was an unexpected windfall of 50,000 yuan.


    That was cash, and it belonged solely to Chen Men.


    Recently, Yan Xishan was nning to travel to Thand, Mysia, and Singapore.


    Chen Men really wanted him to bring back some good cosmetics for her and buy several beautiful outfits. She was also nning to take Yuanyuan, Little Wang, and the others on a trip during the New Year.


    She had been wondering where she''d get the extra money.


    If Gu Xiao really gave her this reward money, Chen Men could use it for these things.


    Wasn''t this like the snipe and the m fighting while the fisherman benefits?


    Chen Men sincerely hoped the two old men would keep fighting so she could make more unexpected gains.


    Although she wanted tough, seeing her father-inw and husband looking as if they''d lost everything, she didn''t dareugh out loud, and of course, couldn''t discuss this with her child.


    Patting Little Lang''s bottom, she whispered, "Rest a bit and then do your homework. Mom will buy you grilled sausages tonight."


    "Wow, wow, grilled sausages!" Little Lang smacked his lips happily and walked away.


    Once the child left, Yan Peihengpletely deted, leaning back against the quilts.


    If this was a battle, Gu Xiao, who had spent an entire year plotting and even brought people from America, had lost miserably.


    But Yan Peiheng hadn''t won either. Gu Xiao had used Liu Xiuying to deliver him a stinging p in the face.


    Yan Zhao had already reported the case to the police, and Xiping police had sent a case investigation cooperation notice to the Civil Aviation Administration. This meant that Liu Xiuying couldn''t leave the country before the case was closed, to cooperate with the police investigation.


    As for the temple property matter, it would go to court, and if the court determined it was theft, she would have to go to prison.


    Liu Xiuying was on the verge of tears. She feared going to prison and worried that if Jim stayed in the country for a while, all the good habits he had developed would be wasted.


    At this point, she had to humble herself and plead. She found Jim''s half-finished article in Little Wang''s room and showed it to Yan Peiheng: "Dad, you can''t let Third Brother be so heartless. Do you know how excellent Jim was in America? Look, this is the article he wrote, it''s going to be published in a magazine."


    Seeing Yan Peiheng''s silence, she continued, "The child will be ruined if left to run wild in the country. We spent ten years cultivating him, and now it''s all going to waste here."


    Yan Peiheng took the letter paper and saw that the English writing was indeed beautiful, both neat and fluent, filling an entire A4 page. He asked Yan Zhao, "Can you understand what this says?"


    As a military man, Yan Peiheng appreciated schrs and writing, even in English.


    This proved the child was indeed excellent.


    Seeing the child''s writing, he naturally wanted to know what it said.


    Jim, somewhat sobered up after vomiting, raised his head and looked weakly at Yan Peiheng, saying, "God Bless America, which means... God bless America."


    Yan Peiheng''s hand suddenly tightened: "God bless America?"


    "God Bless America" was actually a song title, and Jim could even sing it.


    The little fellow started singing and dancing right there.


    Yan Peiheng''s generation was born in the old society and grew up during wartime. His father had died in the Anti-Japanese War, and he despised capitalism, invaders, and American imperialism more than anything. Yet his grandson was praising and glorifying America in his writing, even asking God to bless America?


    "Dad, our child has yellow skin. If he doesn''t write this kind of article, it won''t get published in the magazine," Liu Xiuying exined with an awkward smile.


    But this exnation made Yan Peiheng even more furious, as he realized his eldest son, in whom he had ced the highest hopes, was now making a living in a capitalist country by being subservient, forgetting his roots, and criticizing his own country.


    "Dad, what''s wrong, Dad?" Liu Xiuying asked another question, seeing the old man''s expression was very wrong.


    Just then, Yan Wei came home from work.


    Seeing his eldest sister-inw there and Yan Peiheng''s poorplexion, he knew there had already been a big scene. He hurried forward and also asked, "Dad, are you feeling unwell?"


    Liu Xiuying was even more worried than Yan Wei. She entered the room and reached out to pat Yan Peiheng''s back to help him clear his throat.


    After all, Yan Peiheng was her father-inw, and even if they had a falling out, he wouldn''t do anything to her out of consideration for his grandson. But Yan Zhao was different - he had always been cold-hearted, without brotherly affection. If Yan Peiheng really died from anger, given Yan Zhao''s temperament, he would truly send her to prison.


    Taking the opportunity, Yan Zhao said to Chen Men, "Go take the children out to y for a while."


    Chen Men guessed that Yan Zhao wanted to let Yan Peiheng call and question Yan Jun about who he had really given the temple property to.


    Moreover, for the sake of taking possession of the temple property, they didn''t hesitate to destroy their parents'' rtionship and provoke Su Wen, leading to Su Wen''s early death. The father-son rtionship between Yan Jun and his father had irreversibly soured. Given Yan Zhao''s temperament, he would surely have a heated argument with Yan Jun at this time, scolding him severely. It wouldn''t be good for the children to witness this family conflict.


    pping her hands, Chen Men said, "Yuanyuan, everyonee with me. Let''s go out for a while."


    "Where are we going, Mom?" Yuanyuan asked.


    Many people were sitting by the garbage station, obviously curious about Yan Zhao''s family affairs, gathering there to catch up on the gossip. The morous Liu Xiuying''s return from America had stirred everyone''s curiosity, making them eager to know what had happened.


    Chen Men simply pointed outside and said, "Come on, shall we introduce little Jim to the vigers?"


    Before the other children could respond, Jim immediately said, "Yes, yes!"


    He turned and retrieved his violin from Little Wang''s room. Though still feeling dizzy, he saw Little Wang stumbling and pulled him along, saying, "Dad,e on, I''ll y something for you all."


    "Didn''t you say you hated being watched by stupid people?" Little Lang remembered and asked with furrowed brows.


    Jim shrugged: "When I''m happy, I don''t mind being an animal on disy."


    Seeing the violin on his shoulder, most vigers didn''t even recognize what instrument it was, but many spontaneously started apuding.


    Someone offered chairs, and Chen Men sat down, holding Yuanyuan in her arms. She also apuded, "Jim, everyone here watched your father grow up. Would you y something for us?"


    Jim smiled sweetly, took a deep breath, and began to y.


    This should have been Liu Xiuying''s moment of pride.


    Because Jim possessed a cultured air from years of education. In his little suit and white shirt, though it was stained from getting sick earlier, his violin ying was truly excellent. He yed "Carmen Fantasy," which Chen Men had heard Yuanyuan y before - a light and cheerful piece. The child''s foundation from practicing violin since age three was unmistakably evident at this moment.


    There were many people outside today, including Song Huaihua and Liu Xiaohong, the sisters-inw, and the brothers Yan Yong and Yan Bin.


    Being all family, they were curious about both Liu Xiuying''s purpose ining and what exactly had happened between her and Yan Peiheng.


    They should have been discussing this, but because of Jim''s cheerful violin ying, though they wanted to ask Chen Men some questions, they couldn''t bring themselves to interrupt.


    As the child yed with increasing enthusiasm, Yuanyuan and Little Lang used both hands and feet to keep time for him.


    Faintly, sounds of Liu Xiuying arguing and cursing could be heard from the courtyard, rising and falling with the urgent music. But suddenly, as the music softened, Liu Xiuying''s shouts turned to crying, drawn out with the long notes.


    Then the courtyard gate opened, and no one was listening to Jim''s violin anymore - all eyes were on Liu Xiuying.


    She was already a heavy woman, and now with her hand covering her mouth, she ran forward a few steps, looked back at Jim once, stamped her foot, turned around, and hurried away.


    Chen Men figured the matter must have been settled and was about to enter the courtyard when she saw Yan Peihenging out of the house, supported by Yan Wei.


    This old gentleman had weathered many storms.


    He knew that all the people sitting by the garbage station were curious about his family affairs. Although his face was sallow and he looked like he might copse with each step, he still stopped to nod to everyone before slowly getting into Yan Wei''s old Passat. He struggled to maneuver his long legs into the car with his elbows, then closed the door.


    Because Yan Peiheng was leaving, everyone stood up, but Jim, still ying his violin, thought they were standing to thank him for his performance. He finished with a flourish, stopped ying, and bowed to the crowd with a smile.


    Unlike when Men came, Song Huaihua and Liu Xiaohong at least knew what had happened then.


    This time, judging by Yan Peiheng''s expression, there must have been a major confrontation in the house, but no one knew exactly what had happened, which made everyone quite curious.


    "Men, go home and ask about it. Our uncle and Liu Xiuying must have had a serious argument," said Song Huaihua.


    Liu Xiaohong tucked her shoe soles under her arm and picked up her small stool, ready to leave, and said, "Try to mediate. We''re all family, connected like broken bones and sinew. We can''t afford a granddy like Mn, but Liu Xiuying is a practical woman - look how well she''s raised this child."


    Chen Men was curious too.


    How had things been resolved, and had Liu Xiuying told Yan Peiheng who they had given the temple property to?


    Also, where had Liu Xiuying gone, and would she return?


    Jim was still in Yanguan Vige - surely they wouldn''t have a family fight and have an angry Liu Xiuying abandon Jim here for her to raise.


    Though full of questions, Chen Men didn''t actively ask Yan Zhao after entering the house.


    Yan Zhao was already busy in the kitchen, with nched bean sprouts on the cutting board, along with julienned cucumber and beauty heart radish. The dough was kneaded until smooth and shiny - he was making his forever favorite, hot oil noodles.


    Having gone to bedte yesterday and woken up early today, Chen Men hadn''t napped at noon, so she simply went to the bedroom.


    As soon as shey down, Little Lang smoothly slipped in andy beside her, and soon after, Jim also snuck in, hovering around Chen Men''s head, asking cheerfully, "Auntie, my performance was really good, wasn''t it?"


    "Very good," Chen Men responded, half-opening her eyes.


    Jim leaned on the edge of the bed, supporting his chin with his hand, and smiled sincerely: "But my mom has never really listened to me y. She only likes me to perform for others, and she likes to chat with everyone while I''m performing. What I hate most is when people chat during my performance."


    The child was especially happy because these ''stupid,'' ''idiotic'' rural people from Hua Country were the only ones in his seven years of violin practice who had seriously listened to his performance from beginning to end.


    When he first arrived, he didn''t like Chen Men because she had yelled at him several times, but now he suddenly discovered that Chen Men looked particrly beautiful when she smiled, and she smelled nice too.


    He was really envious that Little Lang and Yuanyuan were her children.


    Just then, Yan Zhao called from the doorway: "Little Lang,e out for dinner."


    "Coming, Dad! I love hot oil noodles, I want extra vinegar!" Little Lang jumped up like a carp and ran out.


    Jim followed right after, parroting: "I want extra vinegar too!"


    Soon after, there was a series of light footsteps outside, and Chen Men knew Yan Zhao was feeling guilty.


    He had a habit - when he had something on his mind, his footsteps would be particrly light; when he was in a good mood, his steps would be very heavy. Right now, he was carrying a bowl of hot oil noodles with footsteps as light as a thief''s, which proved he definitely felt guilty and had something to ask of her.


    "I don''t have an appetite and don''t want to eat. When is Jim leaving?" Chen Men got straight to the point.


    Yan Zhao was worried the noodles would clump together and had to use chopsticks to separate them. Looking at Chen Men, he finally said after a long while: "When Gu Xiao called earlier, besides saying he wanted to privately reward you with fifty thousand yuan, he also told me something - would you like to hear it?"


    Chen Men immediately said: "No."


    Regardless of what Yan Zhao wanted to say, it was obvious that Jim was going to be left in Yanguan Vige. Chen Men had already seen this oue and didn''t want to hear anything.


    "Gu Xiao said that during the ten years Big Brother was abroad, Mike and John''s tuition, and Jim''s school fees, were all funded by him," Yan Zhao continued.


    Seeing that although Chen Men still looked annoyed, there was interest in her expression, Yan Zhao began to exin.


    It turned out that when Gu Xiao called earlier, he not only said he wanted to privately reward Chen Men with fifty thousand yuan but also revealed a cruel truth: after Yan Jun went abroad in 1982, he had contacted Gu Xiao, and all these years, the reason they could afford to send three children to the best schools after staying in America was because Gu Xiao had been supporting them.


    And now, Yan Peiheng wanted to know who Yan Jun had actually given the temple property to.


    Only this way would the evidence beplete, and Yan Zhao could go to court to sue Liu Xiuying, working towards getting the court to sentence both Liu Xiuying and Yan Jun.


    In fact, this matter had been investigated by Gu Xiao a year ago when he first came and discovered the temple property, questioning Yan Jun about it.


    And Yan Jun had already told Gu Xiao who exactly had taken over the temple property.


    ording to Gu Xiao, that person was a division-level officer in the military and was also Yan Jun''s formerrade-in-arms.


    Yan Jun was in a hurry to leave the country and couldn''t get money, so he mortgaged the temple property to hisrade for three thousand yuan.


    Everyone in the military knew Yan Jun was nning to go abroad. Right after he mortgaged the property, Wang Gebi bought it from thatrade for four thousand yuan.


    As for what that person''s name was and which military district he worked in, it wasn''t that Yan Jun refused to say, but rather that Gu Xiao wouldn''t allow him to reveal it.


    Gu Xiao nned to return to the country with Yan Jun in six months, after Mike got into West Point Military Academy. At that time, he would personally tell Yan Peiheng who that person was.


    Hearing this, Chen Men understood.


    Who received the temple property was rted to the chain of evidence and whether Yan Jun and his wife could be convicted.


    But this wasn''t particrly important to Yan Peiheng.


    What was important was that Gu Xiao had been continuously supporting the Mike brothers all these years, and now Mike was applying to West Point.


    This meant that Yan Jun not only acknowledged another man as father but also recognized Gu Xiao as a father figure.


    And in six months, when Mike gets into West Point and Yan Jun and his wife obtain their green cards because of their son, Gu Xiao will return to China. He won''t need to say anything - just standing in front of Yan Peiheng will be a victor''s pose.


    And this victor would personally tell Yan Peiheng the truth he was so eager to know.


    One could imagine how painful this would be for Yan Peiheng.


    Although Yan Peiheng had wronged Su Wen, clearly, he wasn''t livingfortably. The mess he''d made of his life continued to torment him.


    "Can Mike really get into West Point?" Chen Men asked Yan Zhao.


    "Not sure, we''ll have to wait six months and see. For now, we can only wait," Yan Zhao said.


    Gu Xiao, Yan Peiheng, and Yan Jun''s couple were all waiting to see if Mike could get into West Point.


    If he could get in, Yan Jun''s ten years of painstaking effort would pay off, and he wouldn''t regret betraying his mother.


    And Gu Xiao would be able to turn the tables on Yan Peiheng.


    But if he couldn''t get in, everything would be uncertain.


    "What about Jim then? What''s his story?" Chen Men still wanted to know.


    Yan Zhao quickly exined: "Sister-inw can''t leave the country right now and can only return to her family. Her two brothers - one tells fortunes at Tianqiao, the other sells adult films. Dad doesn''t want sister-inw to take Jim into that environment. He said if we''re willing to take Jim for six months, after his death, all his inheritance will go to Yuanyuan."


    So the old man was using his inheritance as bait to keep Jim in Yanguan Vige for six months?


    The old man had two properties in the capital''s first-ss familypound, with full ownership rights that family members could inherit. One of them was even a three-story Western-style house - quite a tempting offer indeed.


    But Chen Men wasn''t interested. Yuanyuan owned the Xishan Company and half of Shaanxi Province''s coal resources - why would she care about a few houses?


    Seeing Chen Men''s smile slowly fade, Yan Zhao quickly said, "I haven''t agreed. Let Jim stay for a few days first to get familiar with the domestic environment, then let Yan Wei take him away."


    He continued, "The children are actually quite well-behaved. I''ll do my best to cooperate with you. Let Jim stay with Little Wang and the others for a few more days. In our family, except for Yuanyuan being a bit spoiled, Little Wang and Little Lang are very sensible children, don''t you think?"


    Yan Zhao saw Jim''s carefree demeanor - quite different from his usually pathologically strict upbringing - and truly didn''t want to send him away so soon.


    But when Chen Men heard Yan Zhao''s words, she suddenly became unhappy: "Yan Zhao, do you think your two sons are exceptionally outstanding and well-behaved, while my daughter is just spoiled?"


    "They''re doing alright, better than most children. It''s normal for Yuanyuan to be a bit spoiled, after all, she''s a girl," Yan Zhao said, looking out the window.


    At that moment, the children were sitting in the courtyard having dinner.


    Little Wang and Jim had been drunk and thrown up earlier, so their stomachs were empty and their appetites were huge.


    In bowls bigger than their heads, they were wolfing down oil-sshed noodles wider than belts, eating like little piglets.


    Yuanyuan was wiping their mouths, constantly advising them: "Brothers, eat slower, you''re getting oil all over your chests."


    "It''s fine, I can wash it myself," Little Wang said carelessly.


    Yuanyuan pointed at Jim''s chest, his white shirt covered in oil spots: "His too."


    "He''s my buddy, I''ll help him wash it," Little Wang said, putting his arm around Jim.


    "Buddy," Jim hooked arms with Little Wang, insisting on this shoulder-to-shoulderpanionship even while eating.


    Yuanyuan pped the table saying: "But you''ve made the clothes and table all dirty, that''s not right."


    From inside the house, Yan Zhao scolded: "Little Wang, keep yourself clean, don''t make your sister angry."


    "She just likes to meddle," Little Wang replied to his father. And surprisingly, Yan Zhao responded to his son: "Then don''t make your sister unhappy, wipe your mouth clean."


    Chen Men had married two men in her previous life and had loved them both. Even if she didn''t love them at first, she would try hard to love them, after all, they were her husbands.


    Yan Zhao was different from Yan Xishan and Lu Jingyu - he was willing to do housework and treat her sincerely. By all ounts, Chen Men should have loved Yan Zhao.


    But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn''t bring herself to love Yan Zhao, and she always felt there was something deep between them, something she couldn''t understand. Suddenly, just now, she realized what it was.


    It was because of Yuanyuan.


    Yan Zhao did care for and love Yuanyuan, but that was because of Yan Xing. Everything he did was out of guilt towards Yan Xing and wanting to make amends. Beyond that, he had never truly treated Yuanyuan as his own daughter.


    Yuanyuan was Chen Men''s only flesh and blood, and her only spiritual support in this life.


    When they watched the children together as husband and wife, Chen Men could see the lovable aspects of the two boys, what they did, their progress, their excellence.


    But Yan Zhao only saw Yuanyuan''s spoiled nature and the boys'' affection for her. He never saw what Yuanyuan did for the two boys. The couple couldn''t findmon ground when it came to Yuanyuan, so no matter what Yan Zhao did, Chen Men''s heart would never flutter with romantic feelings.Aliali: 6748d4edc4f3f33ac47eb225


    Of course, if this were the Chen Men of her previous life, she wouldn''t have spoken up about these things or tried to discuss them with a man.


    Because she was just an ordinary housewife, and after Lu Jingyu''s long-term abuse, she subconsciously felt that she and Yuanyuan didn''t deserve to be loved, didn''t deserve love.


    But now things were different.


    Not only could she help her father-inw turn the tables on his romantic rival in business management.


    When Hu Xiaohua was being difficult and didn''t want to work, she immediately found a sales expert ten times better than Hu Xiaohua.


    So when she felt ufortable or unhappy, she would speak up immediately.


    Therefore, Chen Men suddenly said: "Deputy Director Yan, do you think married couples need love?"


    "Of course they do. How can people live without love? Aren''t we doing well like this?" Yan Zhao asked in return.


    "But what if I just can''t love you?" Chen Men said in a rather t tone.


    Yan Zhao was still picking at his bowl of oil-sshed noodles that had almost congealed. His chopsticks froze in mid-air, his brows furrowed, and his voice suddenly became gruff: "What did you say?"

 Chapter 127

    In the courtyard, a few children who were eating were startled by Yan Zhao''s sudden roar, all pausing with their chopsticks in mid-air.


    Yuanyuan immediately stood up: "Mom, what''s wrong with you?"


    "Mom''s fine, just eat quickly," Chen Men said.


    Yan Zhao''s hands were trembling, his chopsticks tapping against the bowl with a ttering sound. He stared at Chen Men, struggling for a moment before blurting out, "So, who do you love?"


    They had been married for five years, and Yan Zhao had always believed that his wife loved him and his two children. Of course, he loved her too, although even he knew it was absurd. He had a bad temper, was always busy with work, and wasn''t good at saying warm words. Logically, no woman would fall for him.


    But out of all the love in the world, Yan Zhao could disdain any other, except Chen Men''s.


    At this moment, Yan Zhao recalled what Zhou Xueqin had once said, that no woman would ever truly love him.


    Alright, even if Chen Men didn''t love him, she couldn''t love another man.


    So, who was it?


    "Is it Yan Xishan? Do you regret it?" Was it because Yan Xishan was doing so well now, and she regretted the divorce, regretted marrying him?


    Chen Men was stunned. How had this man suddenly be so unreasonable?


    "Are you crazy?" she said.


    "Or... is it Dapao?" Yan Zhao whispered.


    He didn''t even know how those words came out.


    "Get out, I''m going to sleep, get out now," Chen Men said.


    This was the first time she had cursed in front of Yan Zhao. Yan Zhao stood up, finally managing to control his trembling hands: "Is it because of the bed? Am I not...?"


    The children were in the courtyard, eavesdropping. If Yan Zhao continued, it would be indecent.


    "Haven''t you thought about Yuanyuan?" Chen Men whispered.


    Now Yan Zhao was even more confused: "I think both I and Xiaowang and Little Lang treat Yuanyuan very well." Not only that, but Yan Zhao was extremely partial to Yuanyuan. Whenever the children made mistakes, he never punished Yuanyuan, only Xiaowang and Little Lang.


    Excessive indulgence could spoil Yuanyuan.


    Yan Zhao thought he had done quite well.


    "There''s no point in saying more. Find a time another day, and I''ll take Yuanyuan out for a while. You take care of the three boys yourself and figure it out," Chen Men had to say.


    "You''re still going to take Yuanyuan away?" Yan Zhao misunderstood, thinking Chen Men was leaving him.


    And he quickly started packing, but when he pulled out the travel bag, he packed his own clothes. This left Chen Men stunned: "What are you doing?"


    "Wherever you go, we''ll go with you," Yan Zhao said as he packed quickly.


    Now it was Chen Men''s turn to surrender. This man with such strong actions, she just hinted at a small breeze, and he was already a storm. If this continued, the children outside would know they were arguing.


    "I''m not going anywhere, put the clothes back," Chen Men said.


    Deputy Director Yan looked at the luggage bag, clenched his fists, and after a long pause, said, "Let''s see how I perform."


    Apart from other aspects, in terms of housework, Yan Zhao was determined to make Chen Men so dependent on him that even if she didn''t love him, she couldn''t leave him.


    "Then go wash the dishes," Chen Men had to say.


    At hermand, Deputy Director Yan went out, scolded his son: "Yan Wangqi, clear the dishes. Little Lang, go y. Jim,e to the kitchen with me and wash the dishes." He needed to teach the new kid how to do chores.


    Turning back, Yan Zhao nced at Chen Men, as if to say, everything was under control, and he would eventually make her fall in love with him.


    Frustrated, Chen Men pounded the bed in anger.


    In fact, the reason Chen Men was angry today was that Yan Zhao''s two sons were now a bit more outstanding than other children, but the three children could get along harmoniously, and Xiaowang and Little Lang were not brats. Chen Men''s role in this was not significant.


    Yuanyuan had been doing her best to cooperate,pensate, and even when Chen Men was at work, she acted as both a sister and a mother, disciplining and supervising the two boys, giving Chen Men time to work and Yan Zhao less to worry about the two sons.


    Chen Men saw all this clearly. She could see that Yuanyuan oftenpromised for family harmony, but Yan Zhao didn''t see it, instead thinking his two sons were exceptionally good. This was what made Chen Men most angry.


    Her daughter worked so hard for aplete family, yet Yan Zhao never saw or understood it, which was why she couldn''t love him.


    But it seemed that saying more was useless. As the saying goes, seeing is believing.


    Chen Men nned to find an opportunity to leave the three boys with Yan Zhao alone for a while, so he could figure it out himself.


    However, this opportunity was not easy to find.


    Because Yan Zhao had been promoted to the city bureau, his current position was once held by Deputy Director Zheng, in charge of urban security and inspection, so he was extremely busy.


    He was also aware that to make Xiaowang do more chores during Jim''s stay, he not only moved in to sleep with Xiaowang for a night, having an in-depth conversation.


    And to make Xiaowang remember, he left a loving handprint on his little butt, causing Xiaowang to walk with a limp the next morning due to the pain.


    Despite the limp, Xiaowang remained spirited, working hard while never losing his sharp tongue. When asked, he found out that Jim was learning American history, not knowing about the Anti-Japanese War, and even thinking that the victory in World War II was due to the United States.


    This infuriated Xiaowang. He pulled out history books and began to lecture the American kid, exining how the war was fought, how the Soviets drove out the fascists, and how the Chinese people built a Great Wall of flesh and blood to drive out the American devils.


    Oh, and "Tunnel Warfare," "Railway Guerris," "Wildfire and Smoke in the Ancient City"¡ªall these had to be shown to the American kid, so video tapes had to be arranged.


    Chen Men certainly didn''t want Jim, so the next day she called Yan Wei to take Jim away.


    Yan Wei was also willing, and to make Jim stay with him, he even bought a brand-new children''s bed.


    But how could Jim leave? He didn''t even ask where his mom went, just followed Xiaowang closely, bing his shadow.


    Before long, Xiaowang started school, and Jim followed him there, unable to enter the ssroom, so he sat outside with a book, waiting for Xiaowang to finish school and go home together.


    It was no wonder Liu Xiuying and her husband were proud of their children.


    Little Lang''s self-discipline came from Yan Zhao''s continuous education and supervision. Even so, Xiaowang asionally tried to bezy, but Jim was like a donkey that had been used to the millstone, practicing his violin whenever Yuanyuan yed the piano.


    The two children''s cooperation made Yuanyuan''s interest in the piano significantly stronger.


    Jim also loved reading, always holding a book and quietly reading on the yground while waiting for Xiaowang.


    After just two days at school, Principal Liu noticed him and personally called Yan Zhao, asking if the child could study at Dongfang School, promising to cover the tuition and not cause any trouble for Yan Zhao.


    Worried about the child''s studies, Yan Zhao let Jim go to school with Xiaowang.


    So not only did Jim stay, but he also got to go to school.


    Time flew by, and it was already December, almost 1992.


    Unfortunately, Chen Men still hadn''t found a chance for Yan Zhao to take time off and take care of the three boys alone.


    That day, Yan Wei, really missing Jim, came to talk to him and Xiaowang, saying he wanted to take Jim away.


    Xiaowang definitely didn''t want to. The capitalist brother from America hadn''t been fully brainwashed yet. How could he give up halfway through the education?


    For Jim, the past three months had been like a fairy tale. He even nned to marry Yuanyuan when he grew up.


    Not only would he not go anywhere, but he also nned to im the courtyard in Yanguan Vige as his own.


    How could he possibly go with Yan Wei?


    Yan Wei then said, "Jim, your third uncle''s sry isn''t high, and it''s not easy to support all four of you. Why don''t youe stay at my ce for a while? I''ll help you find a school in the city and also lighten the burden on your third uncle, okay?"


    Money?


    Jim was a bit troubled. He hadn''t really thought about the fact that his third uncle might be short on money.


    He knew how hard it was to make money. His parents in the United States often struggled to make ends meet, sighing and groaning as they asked Gu Xiao for loans. Each time they borrowed money, his father Yan Jun would be unhappy for a long time.


    He often told Jim that he had to resort to such measures for their sake, so Jim must not let him down.


    Should he go?


    But this matter wasn''t a big deal for Little Wangqi. He said, "It''s just about money, a small matter. Second Uncle, we''re about to get rich soon. Just wait and see."


    ...


    Meanwhile, on Chen Men''s side, with the support of 271, 291 had already gone into production. In this new quarter, the two factoriesbined could produce products worth 1.5 million.


    The spring order fair was about to begin, and another round of sales battles was about to start.


    But just yesterday, Hu Xiaohua had taken a sick leave.


    After a year of preparation, this order fair with a base sales value of 1.5 million should have been his time to shine, yet he was lying down?


    Xue Mingfang saw right through Hu Xiaohua''s fake illness. In the cold winter, he was so angry that he turned off the heating in Hu Xiaohua''s dormitory and then went to find Chen Men: "Chief, Hu Xiaohua isn''t really sick. He''s just trying to cause trouble with us, trying to be the general manager."


    "Yes. But you don''t need to worry about him. I have my own solutions. Go, go and supervise production," Chen Men said.


    In fact, Hu Xiaohua had been stirring things up sincest year, and Chen Men had always said she had a way to deal with him. But where were the solutions, where was the person? Could it be that the person stronger than Hu Xiaohua was Xiong Dapao?


    Xiong Dapao''s paint factory was also about to hold an order fair. He wasn''t Sun Wukong, could he split into two?


    1.5 million worth of products were piling up in the warehouse. If they couldn''t be sold, the hard work of the two factories for a year would go down the drain.


    Xue Mingfang had a lot of questions to ask, but at that moment, the phone on Chen Men''s desk rang, and she had to answer it. Xue Mingfang couldn''t press further and had to leave.


    As he walked out, Xue Mingfang was burning with anxiety. He rushed into the dormitory, lifted the sleeping Hu Xiaohua, and kicked him out of the factory. Such a traitor wasn''t worth keeping.


    The person calling Chen Men was Yan Xishan. He had recently taken the woman he used to run scams with on a trip to Mysia and Thand.


    He had just returned from the trip, eager to share the good news with Chen Men.


    "I bought all of Yuanyuan''s clothes, and the perfume and cosmetics you wanted. I''ve got a big bag full of them," Yan Xishan said on the phone. "Men, the world is so big. Going out once, I''ve opened my eyes. We must have a good chat when I get back. But I must say, although the world is big, no woman anywhere is as beautiful as the ones in our Xiping City. Especially you. I traveled through three countries, but I didn''t meet a single woman as beautiful as you. I didn''t even visit the red-light district. Ah, in a foreignnd, I miss my family even more. Seeing those mboyant Thaidyboys, all I could think of was you and Yuanyuan..."


    This was a mix of sweet talk and ttery.


    After all, Yan Xishan''s trip was fully reimbursed by Xishan Company, and the money was approved by Chen Men.


    He was also with his girlfriend; how could he possibly visit the red-light district?


    But in business, for his former wife and current financier, Yan Xishan was always generous withpliments. He would tter as much as possible, knowing that only then would Chen Men be willing to give him money.


    Holding the phone, Chen Men twirled the pen in her hand and said, "Get home quickly. Come to Yanguan Vige to see me right away. I have something very important to discuss with you."


    "I knew you were thinking of me. Is Zhaodi missing me too? I''m going to take a taxi now to see you!" With that, Yan Xishan hung up the phone.


    By the time, Chen Men should have been off work.


    As she was about to leave the factory, she saw Hu Xiaohua standing by the roadside, shivering in the cold, waiting for the bus.


    Seeing Chen Men from afar, he smiled and saluted, "Chief, take it easy."


    This guy, like Xue Mingfang, didn''t believe that there was really someone better at sales than him.


    He was a deserter before the battle, just wanting to see what Chen Men would do without him, this walking cash machine.


    Of course, Chen Men''s response to him was just a cold stare and a merciless rev of the engine.


    As the sun set, the champagne-colored Crown car sped away like a sh of lightning on this fertile Guanzhong in.


    When she got home, Chen Men guessed there must be somemotion.


    Because it was the cold winter of December, there were a lot of people gathered at her doorstep, all craning their necks to look into her courtyard.


    In this era of family nning, every household had only one child.


    Children were both precious and lonely, unable to stir up much trouble with the advent of television.


    But Chen Men''s family had four children, making it incredibly lively.


    However, Chen Men didn''t like this kind ofmotion.


    Seeing people gathered at her doorstep, she felt a headacheing on.


    Seeing Second Sister Liu not attending to business, picking her teeth with a toothpick and staring intently into the courtyard, Chen Men gave her a pat: "What''s going on? Why are you all gathered at my door?"


    "Shh, don''t disturb the children, Men. Don''t go in yet, the kids are having a lesson," Second Sister Liu said.


    The doorway was crowded, and when they saw it was Chen Men, they made way for her.


    But everyone blocked her, not allowing her to enter.


    Chen Men looked into the courtyard and, though not shocked, knew this was another scheme of Little Wangqi''s.


    In the courtyard, more than twenty children from Yanguan Vige were seated on small stools, each with a child.


    There was also a door panel ckened with soot on the steps of the hall.


    Jim held a piece of chalk and wrote 26 English letters and some English words on the ckboard, teaching the children to read English.


    In China, English was not taught in elementary schools at the moment.


    English was introduced in middle school, but the teachers generally hadn''t been abroad.


    Starting with the 26 English letters, Jim''s English pronunciation was much better than those teachers''.


    Seeing Chen Men return, Little Wangqi immediately ran over, holding a stack of money: "Mom, my second uncle said Jim needs living expenses. Look, I started a training ss, and this is the living expenses we earned for Jim."


    Seeing Chen Men''s unimpressed expression and not taking the money, Little Wangqi asked, "Are you angry? You don''t object, do you?"


    He had already started the training ss, collected the money, and only then informed Chen Men.


    Was her objection still useful?


    She took the money and said, "Return everyone''s money right now." Seeing Little Wangqi pouting, she immediately said, "If you don''t study properly and do such things, tomorrow I''ll send Jim to your second uncle''s ce."


    Before Little Wangqi could speak, Second Sister Liu got angry: "Men, do weck money? What weck is good teachers. Why can''t my Yan Fen learn some English? Where are you going to send Little Jim? Don''t send him. The children can learn for a day, and my Yan Fen must learn."


    Little Manchang was also learning English with the group, and Third Sister-inw Huang thought Chen Men wasining about the trouble of cooking every day, so she said, "Men, it''s just a bowl of rice. If you can''t afford it, let Little Jim eat at my ce, and keep the children here, okay?"


    A blonde-haired, English-speaking little foreigner was now a treasure in Yanguan Vige.


    Chen Men wanted to send him away; that was impossible, no one would agree.


    But the English training ss really couldn''t continue.


    Dongfang School was a five-year system, and Little Wangqi was now in the first year of middle school. Dongfang Middle School recruited students from across the province, and students with good grades would have their tuition fully waived, only needing to pay for food.


    So Dongfang Middle School gathered the most outstanding students from the province, and its goal was not just high enrollment rates but an average of 985 and 211 universities.


    A spot at Dongfang Middle School was hard toe by, with particrly fiercepetition.


    And now education is like this, one step behind means you''re always behind. If Wangqi doesn''t get into our high school, he''ll have to go back to the neighborhood middle school.


    He''s definitely going to be an excellent entrepreneur in the future because his mind is very sharp and he can see business opportunities from any angle. But if he really wants to be an outstanding rich second-generation entrepreneur like Lu Dabao in his previous life, the most important thing for him now is still studying.


    And running a training ss with Jim will interfere with his studies.


    Thinking of this, Chen Men felt it necessary to have a serious talk with Wangqi. So after all the little ones had left, she called Wangqi and Little Lang over and said, "Little ssmates, our 271 has encountered some trouble recently. Do you want to hear about it?"


    Little Lang and Jim were just tagging along.


    Wangqi loves discussing business matters with Chen Men, so he immediately said, "I want to hear, I want to hear."


    "Remember Uncle Hu Xiaohua? He''s really good at sales, especially good at making money. Last quarter''s order meeting helped us 271 make 900,000 yuan. But now he doesn''t obey my management. He wants to rece me and be the general manager himself. What should we do?"


    Yuanyuan blurted out, "Mom, let Dad beat him up, arrest him."


    Little Lang said, "I''ll punch him."


    Jim, being from a capitalist country and having read more books, spread his hands and said, "This is calledpetition. The strong can always trample the weak underfoot."


    Chen Men ignored them and asked Wangqi, "What do you think Mom should do?"


    Wangqi pursed his lips and shook his head. He didn''t know what to do in this situation.


    Chen Men patted the money in Wangqi''s hand and said, "This quarter, Mom ns to hire a sales manager a hundred times better than Hu Xiaohua to teach him a lesson, so he''ll learn to behave. Now, Wangqi, go door to door to apologize and return all the tuition fees you collected. Then I''ll tell you who the sales manager better than Hu Xiaohua is. Okay?"


    In the blink of an eye, Wangqi was gone.


    "I''ll go return the money right away, and you must tell me when Ie back," the little kid''s voice came from outside the door.


    Yuanyuan rubbed his hands, very curious: "Mom, who exactly is it?"


    The sales manager a hundred times better than Hu Xiaohua, the children were all very curious.


    But just then, Yan Zhao came back.


    Now not only was there an extra Jim, but for the first time, Deputy Director Yan realized that his wife didn''t love him.


    So he not only had to work hard to be a good husband but also had a tough policy towards the children, anyone who dared to disobey was scolded. Just one re, and the children scattered like birds and beasts.


    Of course, for the children''s performance, Yan Zhao''s mood could only be described with two words: pride!


    Turning back, he still had to talk to Chen Men about something: "I''ve been at the Municipal Bureau for three months now, and I haven''t had a chance to do this yet. Tomorrow is New Year''s Day, and I''ll be taking a day off."


    Just then, Wangqi rushed in like a gust of wind, ready to dash inside.


    Yan Zhao red at him, and Wangqi backed off, standing at attention outside the door, head, back, and buttocks all aligned against the wall, motionless.


    Chen Men took his coat and hung it on the coat rack.


    Yan Zhao then took out his big cell phone from his pocket and pped it on the table.


    This big cell phone was Chen Men''s old one; she now had a new one, also sent by Gu Xiao.


    It was said that Gu Xiao invested in Motor, and thepany would send him some new products, so Chen Men''s new one was smaller and more exquisite.


    So she gave the old one to Yan Zhao to use.


    Don''t look down on it just being an old phone that Chen Men passed down; in the entire Municipal Bureau, it was a god-like existence.


    One day, Yan Zhao took people to enforce thew at a nightclub, and a local nouveau riche got drunk and didn''t obey, pointing at Yan Zhao''s nose and cursing: "Poor cop, aren''t you just wearing a green hat and a green uniform? What''s so great about you? Have you seen a big cell phone? One costs 20,000 yuan. Come, smell it, it''s the smell of money."


    Just then, Yan Zhao''s big cell phone in his pocket rang, and he took it out to answer the call.


    Not to mention the nouveau riche being shocked by his brand-new, small big cell phone.


    The police officers at the Municipal Bureau were all greatly encouraged by this big cell phone, which had turned the tide for them. Now, every day when Yan Zhao went to work, the officers took turns holding his big cell phone.


    Not to mention that, Chen Men heard that Yan Zhao was going to take a break and immediately felt a pang in her heart. All along, she wanted to find a chance for Yan Zhao to take care of the children alone. This was the opportunity.


    "Since you''re taking a break tomorrow, Yuanyuan and I will go out for a while. You stay at home with the boys," Chen Men said.


    Yan Zhao immediately became vignt: "Men, are you trying to leave us?"


    Three months had passed since thest argument, and Chen Men had long forgotten about it, but Yan Zhao still remembered.


    The reason Yan Zhao couldn''t let it go was that he found thatpared to Zhou Xueqin, who openly said she didn''t love him and wanted a divorce, Chen Men, who was gentle and willing to live a good life but just didn''t love him, was even more damaging to him.


    Tomorrow was a day off, and he wanted to show himself off well. How could Chen Men want to leave?


    Wasn''t his performance with the three boys good enough these past few months?


    "Leave? I''m just taking Yuanyuan out to visit someone, just for half a day," Chen Men said softly.


    So it was just going out to visit someone!


    Yan Zhao took off his old Zhongshan watch and said cheerfully, "Okay, but you have toe back in the afternoon. We have to go to the Junhao Hotel because the people from the Jindong Branch Bureau pooled some money to throw me a farewell party, which hasn''t happened yet. It just so happens that a fewrades from the capital areing tomorrow, so we''ll all get together."


    It turned out that three months had passed, and the Jindong Branch Bureau was finally going to hold Yan Zhao''s farewell party.


    This time, several of his oldrades-in-arms from the battlefield were alsoing.


    "Do you need me to help you fend off the drinks?" Chen Men asked.


    Yan Zhao nced sideways at Chen Men and said, "No need,rades don''t drink much, and they won''t dare to drink with me around. The main thing is that Liu Peng and Cui Zixiang are alsoing. Cui Zixiang''s wife wants to take over the 81 Military Food Factory in the capital, and she wants to talk to you about cooperation."


    The military factory in the capital, the 81 Food Factory, was currently being contracted out.


    Chen Men wasn''t very interested in the food factory because food was hard to make, especially in the 1990s, when food safety was a big issue.


    However, Chen Men hadn''t seen Cui Zixiang and his wife Gao Xiaomei for a long time. Even if they didn''t cooperate, it would be nice to give them some advice.


    Minister Cui was currently the third-inmand in the military region, and having such a rtionship wasn''t a bad thing.


    So Chen Men agreed cheerfully: "Okay, no problem."


    "There will be manyrades tomorrow, dress nicely," Yan Zhao said again.


    In fact, for Yan Zhao, talking about cooperation was secondary. What he really wanted was to find some time to be alone with Chen Men.


    If Zhou Xueqin didn''t love him, Yan Zhao would have divorced her happily.


    But Chen Men was different. He found that even if she didn''t love him and wanted a divorce, he wouldn''t be willing. Even if she loved someone else and wanted a divorce, he wouldn''t agree.


    Chen Men just threw out that one sentence, and Yan Zhao had to find the reason and solve it.


    Just like a task, a case, the deputy director Yan, whose case-solving rate was always 100%, was ready to crack it.


    And currently, whether in life or work, Yan Zhao felt that under his care, Chen Men was doing very well.


    What theycked was time together, and tomorrow just happened to be a day off. Going out together as a couple, chatting with hisrades-in-arms, having a gathering, and spending some quality time together.


    This was the way he found to improve their marital rtionship.


    At this moment, Yan Zhao still had to introduce the otherrades who would be going tomorrow: "Dapao will also be going, Zong Jin and Ma Bo you know, and I also called Xue Mingfang..."


    But just then, Wangqi outside the door couldn''t hold back: "Dad, can you stop talking for a bit? I have something urgent to tell Mom."


    Yan Zhao frowned for a moment and asked Wangqi, "You''re supposed to wash the vegetables today. Why are you still standing outside?"


    ¡°Because I have something more important to discuss with my mom, something crucial for the survival of 271.¡± Xiao Wang said as he walked in.


    At 12 years old, he was already a tall boy, but his wide school uniform, wrapped around his padded jacket, couldn''t hide his thin frame. He looked like a monkey, with his hair shaved close to his scalp by Yan Zhao, and his big, thin-skinned eyes smiling as he entered.


    ¡°Go ahead, what¡¯s the matter? I¡¯ll handle it,¡± Yan Zhao said.


    Used tomanding soldiers, Yan Zhao didn¡¯t notice that his son was already showing signs of rebellion.


    ¡°Then I¡¯ll ask you, do you know who in this world is more capable at sales than Hu Xiaohua?¡± Xiao Wang asked.


    Huh, the alwaysposed Yan Zhao, who always felt he had a firm grip on his children, was taken aback for the first time by the defiance and challenge in his son¡¯s eyes.


    Of course, a father¡¯s authority begins to wane when children realize he¡¯s not all-powerful.


    Yuanyuan whispered, ¡°Dad, Uncle Hu Xiaohua isn¡¯t working hard anymore, and Mom wants to rece the sales manager.¡±


    Little Lang nodded, looking like a worried olddy, and added, ¡°Xiao Wang doesn¡¯t want to study hard; he wants to team up with Jim to start an English training ss to make money. Mom made a bet with him: if he doesn¡¯t make money and studies seriously, she¡¯ll tell us who that person is.¡±


    The children took turns speaking, piecing together the whole story. Yan Zhao frowned, ¡°Hu Xiaohua¡¯s getting restless, doesn¡¯t want to work anymore? Yan Wangqi, you¡¯re itching for a beating, wanting to make money?¡±


    Xiao Wang didn¡¯t give his dad any face: ¡°ck Dad, how much do you really know about our family¡¯s affairs?¡±


    Not just Xiao Wang, but Little Lang, Jim, and Yuanyuan collectively ignored their ck Dad.


    They all gathered around Chen Men.


    This time, Yan Zhao really turned into ck Dad, his face as dark as could be.


    He had always thought that at home, the children were well-behaved and obedient, willing to cooperate with Chen Men.Aliali: 674b3534c4f3f33ac49f1778


    And in her career, with Hu Xiaohua by her side, she should have been sailing smoothly.


    But apparently, that wasn¡¯t the case.


    In her career, Hu Xiaohua was stirring things up, trying to rece Chen Men, and at home, Xiao Wang wasn¡¯t making things easy for her either. A seventh-grader, he was already thinking about making money secretly, which would distract him from his studies.


    In Yan Zhao¡¯s eyes, these were both huge issues.


    Hu Xiaohua needed to be dealt with, and Xiao Wang needed a whipping. For him, it was all about being tough.


    But look at Chen Men, smiling at the four children, caressing Yuanyuan¡¯s cheek, and hugging Little Lang, kissing him. The children gathered around her, so obedient and well-behaved.


    So Chen Men hasn¡¯t been living an easy life.


    The children aren¡¯t as trouble-free as Yan Zhao thought.


    There have always been bumps in life, and the reason Yan Zhao feels everything is peaceful is because Chen Men handles every situation with a wisdom that deflects a thousand pounds with just four ounces.


    She wraps conflicts in gentleness, uses wisdom to control everyone, which is why the family can be harmonious, and why no matter when hees home, the children are always well-behaved and quiet.

 Chapter 128

    Tomorrow will be January 1st, 1992. Outside, through the vige loudspeakers, a singer named Yang Yuying''s sweet voice is ying: "Same sky, same face, I can''t live without your world..."


    This is the theme song from a TV series called "The Girl from Outside."


    It''s the song that Yuanyuan loves hummingtely.


    Yan Zhao asked in a very soft voice, "Who is that person really?"


    It was a strange feeling. Yan Zhao was certain he loved Chen Men, but not like other couples who simply lived day by day. His was a purepanionate love, like family. He knew deeply that he was a man no woman would ever love, so as long as Chen Men didn''t leave him, as long as she stayed by his side, he didn''t care about anything else.


    But this was the first time he realized his wife''s wisdom was beyond his reach.


    This was the first time he felt curious about his wife, just like their children. He was particrly curious about how she had so easily resolved the matter with Hu Xiaohua.


    Actually, that person was right under their nose.


    At that moment, someone carrying bags of all sizes walked straight into the courtyard without knocking, calling out: "Zhaodi, daddy has missed you so much." He then turned to re at the woman outside, signaling her to stay away.


    Of course, it was Yan Xishan!


    He wore a white suit jacket with a camel-colored wool coat, topped with a red scarf, sunsses, and had big wavy hair. In an era when most men wore dull grey or ck, his faceplemented this outfit better than any future TV heartthrob.


    The woman he red at was Chen Chunmei, his live-in partner who used to run honeypot scams.


    After reforming, Chen Chunmei had be devoted to Yan Xishan, but due to her questionable past, he rarely let her apany him in public. Today, she was just helping carry his things.


    She used to be quite the career woman in her own way, considering her previous profession, and had some self-awareness.


    But now, under Yan Xishan''s gentle maniption and constant criticism, she had be as docile as Chen Men once was.


    Terms like spendthrift, typical woman, useless, good-for-nothing had be her nicknames.


    Yet surprisingly, she seemed content following Yan Xishan.


    "Where''s Little Chen? Why don''t you let her in?" Chen Men asked.


    "She used to be in that business, why should shee with me? Don''t I have any face to save?" Yan Xishan removed his sunsses and smiled at Yan Zhao, but instead of shaking hands, he pressed his palms together after a pause and said: "Sawadee ka?"


    With his wavy hair and sunsses, and good looks, this gesture made him seem more effeminate than a Thaidyboy.


    "What does that mean?" Yan Zhao asked coldly.


    Chen Men exined: "It''s something he learned from Thaidyboys, probably means hello."


    Yan Zhao''s brow darkened as he asked, "Is being adyboy contagious?" Or was it transmitted between people?


    Yan Xishan protested: "How am I adyboy? In Thand, everyone says this, not justdyboys."


    He began unpacking the things he''d brought, eventually pulling out a smelly package wrapped in paper. He said it was something special Chen Men had asked him to buy - though he couldn''t stand it himself, he wanted Little Lang to try it.


    Little Lang and Jim were genuine foodies who would eat almost anything with sauce, even table legs if they could. But when they finally managed to unwrap the spiky thing from its paper, the two children sniffed it and exchanged looks: "Poop, dad, there''s a package of poop."


    Little Wang caught the smell and decided it was indeed foul, grabbing it to run to the toilet.


    Chen Men cried out - it was durian, her favorite! She quickly chased after him to retrieve it.


    Yan Xishan had brought many things, filling two wheeled suitcases and arge woven bag, letting the children rummage through them.


    After recovering the durian, Chen Men formally introduced Yan Xishan to Jim, then told the children that he would be the new sales manager for the 271pany.


    At that time, the tourism industry in Thand, Mysia, and Singapore was more developed than in China, and they had sales techniques beyond just drinking with clients.


    Yan Xishan was Hu Xiaohua''s mentor, and Hu Xiaohua''s tactic of ying the humble apprentice was learned from him.


    Chen Men had approved Yan Xishan''s overseas trip specifically so he could learn about these new sales methods from abroad.


    He''d been gone for a month, which should have been enough time to learn what was needed.


    Time was of the essence - after New Year''s Day would be the ordering fair. Chen Men got straight to the point: "East Fashion has 1.5 million in sales this quarter, and the ordering fair is on January 15th. Hu Xiaohua has been sick recently, but the clients will stille. The hotel is booked, and the promotions are in ce. Xishan, you''ll take the stage. Also, I need to hire some staff for training, and you''ll be their instructor."


    Yan Xishan took a long time to digest this news, the smile slowly fading from his face.


    The children also fell quiet.


    Would Uncle Yan Xishan really be more capable than Hu Xiaohua?


    Yan Xishan''s expression continued to fall, and after a long while, he finally said: "Men, you''re at the end of your rope, trying to step on me to survive. We''re family after all, but isn''t this like wanting me dead?"


    Yuanyuan had been sure her father would agree, but hearing Yan Xishan''s response, she tugged at his knee and softly called out: "Papa."


    Yan Xishan ignored even Yuanyuan, pushing her away as he tried to leave.


    But before he could stand up, Yan Zhao pressed him back down.


    "Xishan, let''s talk properly," he said.


    "Who is Xiaohua? My former subordinate who now hates me to death because I didn''t save him back then." Yan Xishan mmed his hand on the table: "Don''t think I don''t know what''s going on. Gu Xiao is watching like a hawk, ready to send in his own people if Chen Men loses money. Hu Xiaohua won''t take orders, wants to be the boss, and Chen Men is now surrounded by enemies. Of course I know how to do sales - I''ve been to Thand, Mysia, and Singapore, I''ve seen how foreigners do it, I have a whole new approach to sales and marketing. But Chen Men, why should I help you? Just topletely fall out with Hu Xiaohua and make him hate me more? Just because you once took away my Xishan Coal Mine?"


    The business world is a battlefield.


    If Yan Xishan stood by and did nothing, Chen Men would lose money, and once that happened, Gu Xiao would step in to take control.


    As Yan Xishan predicted, Hu Xiaohua would be Gu Xiao''s new general manager, loyal only to him.


    If that happened, before long, the 271pany would belong to the Gu family.


    That''s business - someone stronger can rece you at any time, and often it''s someone who used to work under you.


    While not exactly triumphant, Yan Xishan was certainly feeling vindicated at this moment.


    Just based on his lingering resentment from when Chen Men took over the Xishanpany, he could watch from the sidelines and enjoy seeing her struggle.


    The children were stunned, of course.


    Especially Little Wang - the business world he had looked forward to was showing its cruelest face.


    Yan Xishan had seven or eight degrees and had built Xishan Coal Mine into Xiping City''srgest coal enterprise. With both theory and experience, he would make an excellent sales manager, but he didn''t want to work under Chen Men - what could be done?


    "Papa, I love you, Papa," Yuanyuan said, shaking Yan Xishan''s leg.


    All the Yan children were watching Yan Xishan with pleading eyes as big as copper bells.


    Though Yan Zhao kept one hand pressed on Yan Xishan''s shoulder, his gaze also carried a plea for reconciliation.


    This gave Yan Xishan immense psychological satisfaction.


    This was an era dominated by nouveau riche, where money was supreme. Throughout Xiping City, all the nouveau riche would tremble at the mention of Yan Zhao''s name, but so what? He had no money, he could only frighten people with his dark face, but he was helpless when it came to his wife''s difficulties.


    At this moment, Yan Xishan was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being sought after and desired by everyone.


    Yan Zhao suddenly spoke: "Tell me, if I do something, will you help Men with sales? Just name it."


    "In the future, when I go to nightclubs and get special services, you need to tell the police not to arrest me..."


    "Impossible," Yan Zhao said firmly. "If you should be arrested, you will be."


    "Well, there you have it. I can''t help you then. Men, this is Yan Zhao''s problem - he doesn''t want me to help you, so there''s nothing I can do." Yan Xishan spread his hands with a smile, extremely pleased with himself.


    Little Wang let out a long sigh, realizing that Yan Xishan was indeed talented, but not someone Chen Men could easily handle.


    However, at that moment, Chen Men said, "I''ll give you amission of 0.3%. That means for 1.5 million in sales, you''ll get 4,500 inmission..."


    "I have 740,000 in cash in my ount. I don''t need money," Yan Xishan said bluntly.


    But Chen Men hadn''t finished: "I''m going to hire arge sales team, and you''ll lecture them as a guest professor. I''ll pay you 150 yuan per lecture. Professor Yan, is that enough?"


    It was like riding a roller coaster.


    Not just Yan Zhao, but even Little Wang, who considered himself the shrewdest young businessman-to-be, hadn''t anticipated this.


    150 yuan wasn''t much; it was actually pitifully small andpletely unbefitting of Yan Xishan''s status as a big boss. But suddenly he chuckled and rubbed his hands together, appearing somewhat restless: "Professor? I couldn''t possibly... How could I deserve such a title?"


    Chen Men said, "In terms of sales, I believe you''re worthy of being called professor. The order meeting on the 15th will be your warm-up and establish your sess case. Go prepare, and let''s nail it."


    Yan Xishan looked around, his gaze falling on Little Wang: "Yan Wangqi, call me professor, let me hear it."


    "Professor Yan, you''re the most knowledgeable and elegant professor I''ve ever met," Little Wang, always ready, immediately offered ttery.


    "What wonderful times we live in, when even drifters can be professors. I''ll go prepare my teaching materials," Yan Xishan said. If he had a tail, it would surely be wagging in the air by now.


    And so, Yan Xishan became 271''s chief sales manager, despite risking bing mortal enemies with Hu Xiaohua and ignoring that Chen Men was the rival who had taken over hispany.


    After Yan Xishan left, Yan Zhao went to prepare dinner, as he always listened to Yuanyuan in such matters.


    Since Yuanyuan said she wanted Sichuan cuisine today, Yan Zhao went out and ordered several dishes from a Sichuan restaurant.


    In Yan Zhao''s mind, these dishes were all what Yuanyuan wanted to eat.


    But that wasn''t actually the case.


    Jim had returned from America, and that child had an intense passion for Sichuan cuisine - twice-cooked pork, spicy rabbit, pepper chicken - he simply couldn''t eat anything unless it was spicy. So today''s dishes perfectly suited Jim''s taste.


    It was truly remarkable.


    Liu Xiuying had been gone for three whole months, yet Jim hadn''t asked once where his mother had gone.


    After dinner, he voluntarily offered to apany Yuanyuan in ying the violin. When the two children started ying "Carmen Fantasy," a crowd gathered at the door again.


    Of course, Yan Zhao was thoroughly impressed by Chen Men.


    However, he was always more about words than action. He arranged the items Yan Xishan had brought back, ced her cosmetics on the dressing table, and even found her new wool coat in the closet and ironed it for her.


    Little Wang''s decision not to run training sses had upset quite a few people, especially Third Sister-inw Huang, who was very angry and wanted to argue with Men about it. Usually, Yan Zhao wouldn''t get involved in such family matters, but extraordinarily, today he took Little Wang out to visit each household and apologize to everyone.


    By the time they returned from apologizing, it was already 11 PM.


    Yan Zhao felt quite guilty about Little Wang''s predicament, but it was difficult to handle the situation properly. He figured if he punished Little Wang, Chen Men would be unhappy, so he just gave him a lecture and sent him to bed.


    Back in the bedroom, he saw Chen Men lying in bed reading magazines, wearing the face mask Yan Xishan had brought from abroad. Yan Zhao sat at the bedside for quite a while before saying, "Although Little Wang can be mischievous, he''s still very good to Yuanyuan. Please be more understanding in the future, and if there are any problems, just tell me, and I''ll educate him."


    "Alright," Chen Men smiled, turning a page in her magazine.


    "Jim has been very well-behaved too. He''ll be leaving in three months, and now we have three brothers all caring for our Yuanyuan, isn''t that nice?" Yan Zhao asked.


    "Yes, it''s very nice," Chen Men said.


    After a long silence, Yan Zhao suddenly asked, "So, you won''t fall in love with someone else, will you?"


    Chen Men burst outughing, almost dying of amusement.


    It wasn''t that Little Wang was good to Yuanyuan, or that Jim was well-behaved - it was Yuanyuan who had been taking care of all three boys. They were siblings, and Chen Men couldn''t point this out directly or criticize Little Wang and Little Lang, because children make mistakes and learn from them. Even biological siblings fight sometimes; it wasn''t a big deal.


    But Yuanyuan''s dedication and tolerance toward the boys was something this foolish man had never noticed even slightly.


    This was why Chen Men wanted to love him but couldn''t bring herself to do so.


    Though these were small matters, in her previous life, Yan Xishan and Lu Jingyu had never acknowledged Yuanyuan''s love or noticed the child''s devotion. She hadn''t been loved by them, and as a result, she had been hurt twice.


    In this life, Chen Men could tolerate the big things; she hadn''t evenined when Jim joined their household.


    But she couldn''t tolerate these small things.


    Her Yuanyuan was like a pearl, enveloping and harmonizing everyone in this family. It was bad enough that the children couldn''t see it, but for Yan Zhao to be blind to it as well was too unfair to Yuanyuan.


    Well, there was no use saying more. Since Yan Zhao was off work tomorrow, Chen Men decided to let him see just what those three troublemaking boys would do to him without Yuanyuan around.


    The next day arrived, and after briefly speaking with Yan Zhao early in the morning at six o''clock, Chen Men took arge durian and Yuanyuan, driving into the city to visit Qi Songlu.


    It was New Year''s Day, and the whole city was on holiday.


    Qi Songlu was naturally sleeping in.


    But Chen Men guessed that since she had been to the South, she might enjoy durian.


    Disturbing someone early on a holiday might be annoying, but bringing a durian made it different.


    And she had guessed right!


    When they knocked, Yan Wei answered with sleepy eyes. Smelling the durian, he frowned and said, "Men, did you keep this thing in the bathroomst night?" He was practically implying she was carrying excrement.


    Qi Songlu was still sleeping and came out with messy hair. Seeing the durian, she rubbed her eyes and said, "Boss, is that really durian? Where did you get it? I can''t believe our city has durian now. This must cost at least fifty yuan?"


    Yan Wei frowned again: fifty yuan for something that smells like excrement?


    They say opening a durian is like opening a treasure. Chen Men found a kitchen knife and was about to cut it open when Qi Songlu stopped her, with a mysterious and excited expression: "You probably can''t guess, but I''m pregnant... Let me open the durian."


    Qi Songlu was pregnant?!


    This news came unexpectedly.


    Chen Men handed her the durian and turned to look at Yan Wei: "Really pregnant?"


    It was well known that Wang Ding''an had been telling people that Qi Songlu was likely infertile and couldn''t have children. Even Qi Songlu herself, though unconfirmed, had secretly worried about her fertility since she hadn''t conceived during her previous two-year marriage.


    Now that Qi Songlu was pregnant, didn''t this prove that Wang Ding''an was the one who couldn''t have children?


    A man''s words can be like a knife killing a woman''s spirit, and how difficult it is for a woman to prove herself.


    Qi Songlu could finally prove herself.


    Yan Wei put his finger to his lips: "It''s only been a month, don''t tell anyone." After experiencing the pain of losing a child, this pregnancy made him extremely nervous, so much that he barely dared to speak about it.


    They say pregnant women bring double luck, and indeed, therge durian yielded six segments of flesh, each one plump and full.


    Yan Xishan had chosen this durian well - it was a Musang King, with small seeds and plenty of flesh, and an incredibly rich aroma.


    Early in the morning, Chen Men and Qi Songlu sat facing each other, eating durian one bite after another, feeling utterly satisfied.


    Yan Wei was so overwhelmed by the smell that he opened the windows despite the winter cold, letting the cold air rush in. He smiled and said to Yuanyuan, "Women, they''re really hard to understand. How can anyone eat this stuff?"


    Yuanyuan, still at an age of innocent honesty, wrinkled her nose and said, "They''re eating something that looks like poop."


    That expressed exactly what Yan Wei was thinking!


    While Chen Men was thoroughly enjoying her six-segment Musang King durian in the 1990s, thanks to Yan Xishan''s connections, let''s turn our attention back to Yan Zhao.


    Today''s meal was booked at the newly opened Junhao Hotel in Xiping City.


    Even though Yan Zhao was a down-to-earth person, in an era of strict family nning where each household was limited to one child, he couldn''t help feeling proud looking at the three boys.


    He was proud of their excellence, their sensibility, and their obedience.


    For instance, at this very moment, with a singlemand, he had several children collectively dress up, brush their teeth, wash their faces, and buy breakfast.


    However, they hadn''t yet realized that Chen Men and Yuanyuan were not at home.


    Little Wang first got himself ready, then tapped on the ss: "Mom, are you up? Is Yuanyuan in your bedroom? What would you like to eat?"


    "Your mom is not home today. Buy whatever you want to eat," Yan Zhao said.


    Little Wang was taken aback: "Mom isn''t home? Did she take Yuanyuan with her?"


    Little Lang let out a sharp cry: "Where''s Mom? Where''s my mom?"


    It had been five years since the second marriage, and this was the first time Chen Men and Yuanyuan were both absent from home.


    Yan Zhao hadn''t seen hisrades-in-arms in the capital for several years, so he needed to spruce himself up. He was shaving when Little Lang''s cry startled him, causing the razor to scratch half his face.


    "Your mom went out to visit someone. Now go buy your own breakfast," Yan Zhao said through gritted teeth.


    "Mom isn''t home today?" Little Wang repeated.


    Then, he told Little Lang, "Little Lang, it''s your turn to buy breakfast today. You know what I like, right? Five sticks of sausage, with lots of chili powder and cumin. Skip the porridge, I want a bottle of Jianlibao."


    With Mom and Yuanyuan gone, he was going to indulge, yay!


    Jim, Little Wang''s loyal follower, quickly said, "I want sausages too, eight sticks, with lots of chili powder and cumin."


    "Brother, give me the money," Little Lang said, reaching out.


    Little Wang whispered, "Your mom said today we should spend your money."


    "Oh, okay."


    Each of them had a weekly allowance of 3 yuan. Little Lang had saved 30 yuan, intending to buy a pair of sunsses for himself. But since Mom said to spend it, he naively took out the money and went to buy sausages.


    Yan Zhao felt something was off.


    Usually, Little Wang was responsible for buying breakfast, and Chen Men gave him the living expenses.


    Why was Little Wang making Little Lang pay for breakfast?


    However, even the most attentive man can be careless around children. Yan Zhao had this thought, but it quickly passed.


    So today''s breakfast consisted of 20 sticks of sausage and 3 bottles of Jianlibao.


    The three boys indulged for the first time, finishing a whole te of fried sausages, thoroughly enjoying themselves.


    Yan Zhao went out to wash the car.


    And then Little Wang suddenly turned to Jim: "By the way, didn''t your second uncle give you a lot of pocket money?"


    Yan Wei doted on Jim and had secretly given him some pocket money, plus what Chen Men gave, he now had fifty yuan.


    "Yes," Jim said.


    Little Wang tapped his fingers: "My mom said today she''s not home, we should spend your money. Let''s buy spicy strips and beef jerky,e on, give me the money."


    Unlike a few years ago when they used good oil and good bean curd to make spicy strips and beef jerky, nowadays, with the proliferation of gutter oil, such things are made with gutter oil.


    Of course, Chen Men asionally made them herself to satisfy their cravings, but she didn''t allow the kids to buy them outside.


    asionally indulging meant not being full, and not being full naturally led to cravings.


    Jim had been lucky enough to eat Chen Men''s homemade ones twice and loved them. Hearing there were ones sold outside, he ran wildly, unable to count change, and bought fifty yuan''s worth. The shopkeeper gave it to him in arge woven bag used for grain.


    One could imagine how delighted Jim was, having a whole bag of spicy strips that he could only asionally eat a few of.


    Having just eaten sausages in the morning, the kids were almost sick from overeating. Yan Zhao was still washing the car and wouldter need to fill it with gas. Normally, they could have held out until noon to eat the spicy strips.


    But Little Lang couldn''t resist the temptation and started eating.


    Usually, Yuanyuan would remind them, and the kids would wipe their mouths while eating.


    Now, with no one reminding them, Little Lang forgot about it, being just an eight-year-old kid.


    Jim, who was never very hygienic, had managed to stay clean in Yanguan Vige these past few months only because Yuanyuan either reminded him or cleaned up after him.


    Boys being boys, Little Wang liked to bully the younger ones. He suddenly reached out and smeared some red oil on Jim''s fair face. Jim didn''t back down and immediately smeared him back.


    The two older ones wrestled noisily, then turned around to see Little Lang, clean andposed, slowly eating the spicy strips. Each grabbed Little Lang''s hand and smeared him with oil.


    Could Little Lang be bullied?


    With both hands full of spicy strips, he simply smeared both brothers, even stuffing a couple into their underwear.


    Boys roughhousing isn''t a big deal.


    But when Yan Zhao finished filling the gas and returned, he saw three boys with flushed faces and colorful clothes.


    The key was that they didn''t realize it themselves, now throwing spicy strips all over the yard.


    Once, Chen Men almost tore Yan Xishan to pieces when she saw him leading the kids in mischief.


    Yan Zhao was furious at this moment, pulling out his belt and charging at the kids.


    ...


    And this wasn''t even the worst of today''s chaos.


    Boys, after a beating, a change of clothes, and a wash, can still go out.


    But once outside, new problems arose.


    Having eaten a lot of sausages and spicy strips, full of junk food, Jim vomited all over the car.


    Little Wang clutched his stomach, twisting in difort.Aliali: 674c2f66c4f3f33ac47d2


    Without Yuanyuan watching, scolding, and reminding, he had eaten too much gutter oil and had an upset stomach.


    On one side, Jim was vomiting wildly, while on the other, Little Wang kept calling for his dad to hurry.


    This was the first time Yan Zhao had ever driven recklessly, speeding, and not yielding to pedestrians.


    It was only 11:30 in the morning, just five hours since Chen Men and Yuanyuan left home.


    Chen Men and Yuanyuan had finished their durian, chatted with Qi Songlu for a while, and were just strolling to the hotel entrance.


    Chen Men hadn''t met Yan Zhao''srades-in-arms yet.


    But she had her first glimpse of the usuallyposed Yan Zhao in a state of disarray.


    As the car came to a stop, Jim rolled out, having vomited so much he was dazed, his eyes nk. Little Wang got out clutching his stomach, his face pale, sweating, and repeatedly asking, "Where''s the bathroom?"


    Little Lang was the steadiest, neither vomiting nor needing to go, calm as ever.


    But as soon as he stepped out of the car, a spicy strip fell out of his pants with each step, leaving a trail.

 Chapter 129

    Let''s deal with the most embarrassed one first.


    Yuanyuan asked Little Wang, "Brother, what''s wrong?"


    "My stomach hurts. Where''s the bathroom?" Little Wang clutched his stomach and, after being directed by the staff at the entrance, ran to the bathroom. Yuanyuan followed behind, calling out, "Brother, you didn''t bring any paper, did you?"


    She quickly pulled out a roll of toilet paper from her small backpack and rushed toward the bathroom.


    Jim had just finished throwing up, his clothes covered in mess. Chen Men had just finished cleaning him up, but the child was still stained and smelled of spoiled food. This wasn''t a presentable state for visiting.


    Chen Men somewhat regretted taking Yuanyuan away and leaving the other children behind.


    At least not today.


    Just then, Yuanyuan returned.


    She first asked Little Lang if he was cold, and when he said no, she took off his jacket.


    Little Lang ran warm, so wearing less wasn''t really a problem. Yuanyuan took his jacket and gave it to Jim. This way, at least on the surface, all three children looked clean and tidy.


    After sniffing Little Lang''s mouth, Yuanyuan asked, "What did you eat today? Your breath smells terrible."


    "Intestines. I ate eight of them," Little Lang said.


    "Then you''re not allowed to eat anything else for a while, or you''ll throw up too," Yuanyuan warned.


    The little one nodded, "Yes, sister."


    This was the first time Yan Zhao had really noticed Yuanyuan taking care of the boys.


    Or perhaps he had seen it before but had taken it for granted.


    Today, some warrades wereing from the capital, and Yan Zhao was in a panic, expecting to lose face in front of hisrades. But look at how Yuanyuan had managed to get all three boys in order in just a moment.


    Yan Zhao realized then that while his little daughter might be delicate, besides her, no one else could handle these three little rascals.


    ...


    Yan Zhao went in first with the children, while Chen Men waited in the hallway for Little Wang.


    Spicy strips, beef tendon, and Jim still had bubble gum in his hair. Chen Men had only left Little Wang five yuan for breakfast when she left today, so he shouldn''t have had that much money.


    Soon, Little Wang came out of the bathroom.


    "How much did you buy today, and where did the moneye from? Someone as clever as our Little Wang surely wouldn''t use his own money, right?" Chen Men asked deliberately.


    Sure enough, the reverse psychology worked. Little Wang proudly said, "I spent all of Little Lang and Jim''s pocket money!"


    By now, Chen Men wanted to spank him. She said, "So you''re quite proud of making Jim throw up and giving yourself diarrhea?"


    Little Wang said smugly, "Yuanyuan controls us too strictly, but kids get cravings, you know! Today Yuanyuan wasn''t here, so we had a feast. What''s wrong with that? Even though I got diarrhea, I''m happy."


    Chen Men had thought that by taking Yuanyuan away, the two of them being gone for half a day, the little ones she''d raised for five years would be at least a bit worried.


    Who knew they weren''t worried at all, but instead were celebrating like it was a festival?


    She couldn''t help but say, "So you weren''t worried that when we left today, we might note back?"


    Little Wang, pale from his stomach troubles, was still bouncing around energetically like a jumping bean as he walked ahead.


    But at Chen Men''s words, he suddenly stopped, his face turning ashen. He turned around, stammering, "But... Mom... I didn''t do anything wrong... Was it Dad? Did he make you angry?"


    The previously smug child now looked at Chen Men as if it were the end of the world.


    This was the reality of children in blended families.


    Little Wang was willing to follow Yuanyuan''s rules for the sake of family harmony, but his mischievous nature wouldn''t change.


    So whenever Yuanyuan wasn''t around, whenever she couldn''t see, he had to act up.


    But when his moment of joy was interrupted by Chen Men''sment, it was truly a case of extreme joy turning to sorrow. He wrung his hands, refusing to move: "Mom? Say something."


    "I was just joking. Another day when I have time, I''ll make you some spicy tofu skin to eat, okay?" Chen Men said with a smile.


    Little Wang still looked shaken, then started counting on his fingers, "You know what, Mom? I asked my aunt, and she said Zhou Xueqin''s son never does any housework and often argues with Zhou Xueqin, but I doundry every weekend, I wash dishes, and I can cook. If you really leave us, you''ll regret it because you''ll never find a son as good as me."


    Chen Men''s joke had really upset the child.


    Besides, everyone lives their own lives; there was no need topare with Zhou Xueqin.


    This wasn''t good either.


    Patting his bottom, she said, "Go on in and y. Even if it''s just to keep you as my little helper, I wouldn''t want to leave you, right?"


    "That''s more like it," Little Wang said and ran into the hotel.


    Two women were standing at the hotel entrance, clearly waiting for Chen Men, watching her from afar with friendly smiles.


    Chen Men recognized the tall one as Gao Xiaomei, Cui Zixiang''s wife.


    Chen Men went up and said, "Hello, Sister Gao."


    The woman next to her was shorter and appeared to be in her early forties.


    "Men, let me introduce you. This is Commander Liu''s daughter-inw, Liu Peng''s wife, Zhang Xiangming," Gao Xiaomei said with a smile.


    Commander Liu was the current First Commander of the military region, and Chen Men had met his daughter Liu Jingjing before.


    But she hadn''t met this daughter-inw.


    "Hello, Sister Zhang," Chen Men extended her hand.


    Zhang Xiangming''s hands were particrly rough, feeling like old elm wood. She shook Chen Men''s hand vigorously and said, "Chen Men, your reputation in our First-ss Family Quarters is quite something. I wasn''t around when you went to the capitalst time, and I''ve been curious about what you look like. Now I see why Commander Yan praised you ¨C you really are beautiful."


    Cui Zixiang and Commander Liu''s son Liu Peng had also been to the Laoshan front, but unlike Yan Zhao who had fought there for four solid years, their presence was more about gaining experience and padding their resumes.


    But even if it was just for show, they had still been to the battlefield, so they were consideredrades.


    Today, Zong Jin, Ma Bo, Xue Mingfang, and others were all there, though Xiong Dapao couldn''te because he was busy with a dealers'' meeting, so he sent Xiong Xiaohua to deliver some wine.


    At this moment, Xue Mingfang and Xiong Xiaohua were carrying wine into the private room.


    It wasn''t even noon yet, and Xue Mingfang''s face was already quite red, possibly from drinking.


    He usually wore an old military uniform, and when he saw Chen Men, he ran over. He was about to salute, but Chen Men gave him a look, so he quickly smiled and said, "Hello, General Manager."


    Today, everyone present was a soldier who had been to the front lines and fought in battle. If Xue Mingfang called Chen Men "Commander" in front of them, they would mock her.


    Everyone else had gone into the private room, but Chen Men noticed Xue Mingfang giving her signals, probably wanting to tell her something, so she held back and asked, "What is it?"


    "Liu Jingjing''s brother, Liu Peng, is here today, Commander. You might not know this, but Liu Peng only spent three days on the battlefield and almost got Yan''s entire regiment wiped out. But just because he went to the battlefield, he''s now a deputy division-level officer. Meanwhile, our Yan regiment spent four whole years on the battlefield, but we were discharged," Xue Mingfang said.


    Yan Zhao had fought hard on the battlefield for four years before being transferred to civilian work.


    Commander Liu''s son had only spent three days on the battlefield yet was promoted to divisionmander. Xue Mingfang was expressing his indignation on Yan Zhao''s behalf.


    But Chen Men didn''t think it was a big deal, after all, Yan Zhao wasn''t in the military anymore, and he probably wouldn''t care about a divisionmander position.


    "I understand. Let''s go in and sit down," she said.


    But Xue Mingfang continued, "Liu Jingjing called me a few days ago and said quite a bit. From what I gathered, the reason Liu Peng and Cui Zixiang are attending thisrades'' reunion is actually to raise investment for Food Factory 81. They want you to introduce them to Gu Xiao, to get him to invest in Food Factory 81. Sister-inw, from what I know of Liu Peng''s wife and Cui Zixiang''s wife, they''re no match for Gu Xiao."


    So for Yan Zhao, this was just a gathering of warrades.


    But two sons of high-ranking officials hade from the capital, and their real target was Chen Men.


    They wanted to meet Gu Xiao through Chen Men and try to get something from that wolf?


    Wouldn''t that be like trying to bargain with a tiger?


    "Alright, I understand," Chen Men said.


    Xue Mingfang suddenly blushed and pointed at Xiong Xiaohua, who was standing at the bus stop outside the restaurant, saying, "Sister-inw, that girl is quite pretty. I heard she knows you..."


    Chen Men turned to look. Xiong Xiaohua was about to board the bus. She was a young woman in her mid-twenties, elegant and graceful, standing tall like a jade statue.


    She immediately understood - Xue Mingfang must have taken a liking to Xiong Xiaohua.


    "I''ll find an opportunity to arrange a meeting between you two," Chen Men said promptly.


    "Yes, chief!" Xue Mingfang gave a salute, his face crimson.


    Chen Men suddenly realized that Xiong Xiaohua and Xue Mingfang would make a perfect match.


    In the private room, there were two tables set up - a smaller one for six or seven children, and arger one for the adults.


    The seat reserved for Chen Men was between Zhang Xiangming and Gao Xiaomei.


    If Xue Mingfang hadn''t done his homework earlier, Chen Men wouldn''t have realized this gathering was actually arranged for her.


    Sure enough, as soon as Chen Men sat down, Zhang Xiangming and Gao Xiaomei raised their sses.


    Zhang Xiangming said, "Although this is a gathering of your militaryrades, we two must first toast to Chen Men. You''ve all been to the frontlines and fought in battles, which is impressive, but you can''tpare to Chen Men. You probably don''t know that among the leaders in the capital, Chen Men is considered a new-eramander, leading veterans in economic battles."


    At this moment, Yan Zhao''s expression became lukewarm.


    Commander Liu''s son, Liu Peng, stood up and also raised his ss: "We should indeed toast to Chen Men. She''s not only sessful in her career but also manages her family life wonderfully. Commander Yan praises her daily. Compared to Chen Men, our wives are like mere peasants."


    For the police officers of the Jindong Branch Bureau in Xiping City, the main character of this gathering should have been Yan Zhao.


    However, they were quite happy with it bing about Chen Men.


    After all, if Chen Men was happy, then Yan Zhao would be happy too. A gathering needed a reason to celebrate.


    When everyone liked the reason, they all raised their sses together.


    Yan Zhao was naturally quite pleased at this point, thinking hisrades were showing respect to Chen Men.


    He also raised his ss but said, "Men doesn''t drink. I''ll drink on her behalf."


    But Zhang Xiangming drained her ss and thrust it toward Chen Men: "No, no, Yan Zhao, what are you doing? I must toast to Chen Men because she''s going to help us meet our socialist partner, the Singaporean businessman Gu Xiao. I''ll finish mine first, Men can drink as she pleases."


    Yan Zhao''s smiling face slowly turned cold as he suddenly turned to look at Liu Peng.


    Liu Peng was Yan Jun''srade who had spent a full ten years in Qinghai and was known for his ability to endure hardship.


    But during their time at the Laoshan frontline, Yan Zhao had learned about his capabilities.


    At that time, he went to the frontline as amanding officer, but he had nobat experience and relied entirely on theoretical knowledge. His poormand not only got Yan Zhao surrounded by enemies, but their entire independent battalion almost facedplete annihtion under Liu Peng''smand.


    After returning from the frontline, Yan Zhao had once beaten Liu Peng so severely he nearly caused cerebral hemorrhage.


    However, the war was over, and old matters were left in the past.


    Now Liu Peng was already a deputy division-level cadre, and if nothing went wrong, in ten years he would take over Minister Cui''s position and be the third-inmand of the Land Forces General District.


    If his wife wanted Food Factory 81, that wasn''t a problem.


    Most military properties had been taken over by military leaders'' families, which was normal - it was good to rely on the shade of a big tree.


    But who was Gu Xiao? He was a wolf in sheep''s clothing that only Chen Men could handle.


    How dare Liu Peng''s wife expect Chen Men to introduce her to Gu Xiao, and treat it as something natural?


    Regardless of Zhang Xiangming''s capabilities, Liu Peng had proven inadequate on the battlefield, but when it came to scheming and dealing with someone like Gu Xiao, he was far from qualified.


    When it came to military property and veterans, Yan Zhao, like his hot-tempered father, was ready to m his wine cup in anger, but fortunately, he knew Chen Men was smarter than him and could handle this situation.


    So he held back for now.


    Chen Men took a sip and smiled, saying, "Sister Zhang, Sister Gao, since this is a gathering ofrades, let''s not talk business today. I''m already tainted by money; I''m afraid they''ll mock me."


    "How is it tainted? These days it''s all about money. Even Commander Yan has reconciled with Gu Xiao. I heard Yan Jun''s stay in America is being funded by Gu Xiao," Zhang Xiangming said with a smile. "We should also benefit from the capitalists, what''s wrong with that? Like Men, we''re also working for the military district. Food Factory 81 has thergest milk powder production line in the country. We''re working on people''s livelihood projects. Isn''t it good to use capitalist money for public welfare?"


    Yan Zhao''s face grew colder, his hand gripping the wine cup so hard it nearly shattered.


    Why would Liu Peng, as a deputy division-level cadre, allow his wife to say such things at the dinner table?


    The mey not elsewhere but with Yan Jun''s continued stay in America and his casual eptance of Gu Xiao''s support.


    At this moment, Yan Zhao wished he could immediately bring Yan Jun back from America and put him on trial.


    The others at the table grew ufortable due to Yan Zhao''s increasingly cold expression.


    However, at this moment, Chen Men smiled and said, "Sister Zhang, Sister Gao, there are plenty of capitalists investing in China every year, not just Gu Xiao. We shouldn''t be like sheep shearers, focusing on just one person."


    "But there aren''t many willing to invest in military properties. We''ve tried before, but most foreign investors back away as soon as they hear it''s military property," Zhang Xiangming said, spreading her hands.


    Because military properties had to employ veterans and guarantee military wages, the expenses were too high with slower returns than private enterprises, and controlling shares weren''t allowed, naturally capitalists were unwilling to invest.


    It was a trap - the Liu and Cui families were forcing Chen Men to introduce Gu Xiao.


    Yan Zhao looked at Chen Men, ready to leave thisrades'' gathering at her signal.


    But Chen Menpletely ignored Yan Zhao''s nce and changed the subject: "Investment isn''t the main problem. If you really need money, our 271 can invest in you, but in business, sales are most important. Since you''re nning to focus on sales, you must know about Hu Xiaohua from our factory, my sales manager."


    "Yes, yes, but isn''t he sick recently?" Indeed, Zhang Xiangming knew about Hu Xiaohua.


    She even knew he was sick.


    This proved she had done extensive research on 271 beforehand.


    "Yes, let''s talk about it while we eat. I need to tell you about Hu Xiaohua properly," Chen Men said while picking up some food for Zhang Xiangming with her chopsticks, then gestured for everyone to start eating.


    Well, since Men had temporarily changed the subject, Yan Zhao decided to say nothing more.


    He usually didn''t drink, not because he disliked it, but because he feared losing control of his words and actions when drunk.


    However, since this was arades'' gathering, he had to have a few drinks.


    But with so many people present, including seven or eight children, there was bound to be some chaos among the kids.


    At the children''s table, there were seven boys and only Yuanyuan as the lone girl. Suddenly, one of the boys jumped up with a yelp, pointing at Little Wang: "Brother, you cheater, give me back my cards!"


    "But you lost them to me fair and square," Little Wang stood up and said.


    "Give them back, or I''ll have my grandmother and aunt beat you up!" This was Liu Peng''s son, Liu Zhuangzhuang.


    Being from the capital, he spoke with a distinct Beijing ent.


    "But you just..." Little Wang was still trying to exin.


    Liu Zhuangzhuang suddenly threw himself on the ground, kicking and crying.


    Yan Zhao abruptly stood up. He was already angry, and Little Wang had caused a lot of trouble today, so he naturally couldn''t help but want to scold him.


    But as soon as he stood up, everyone tried to calm him down: "Commander Yan, have a drink. Let the kids be kids."


    "That''s right, it''s normal for children to quarrel and y rough."


    Yan Zhao red sternly at his son, but Little Wang was also holding back his frustration. Earlier, he and Liu Zhuangzhuang had yed rock-paper-scissors to decide who would win the cards. Not only had Liu Zhuangzhuang cheated and grabbed five or six of his cards, but he also refused to give up the ones Little Wang had won fair and square, and now he was throwing a tantrum.


    Actually, he was the one being wronged.


    With his father ring at him from across the room, Little Wang, being a twelve-year-old boy, had his pride to consider.


    With a loud m, he threw all the cards onto the table.


    But his hand was too forceful, and one card flew up, nearly hitting another boy''s eye.


    That boy let out a cry and immediately punched Little Wang.


    Little Wang was stunned. Seeing how young the other child was, he felt embarrassed to fight back, but Jim had already thrown a punch, and the opponentnded another punch on Jim''s face.


    Instantly, a group of children began fighting furiously.


    In Yan Zhao''s view, all this trouble was caused by Little Wang.


    This eldest son had always seemed particrly well-behaved to Yan Zhao because of his good studies and hard work with household chores, but what was wrong with him today?


    In the morning, he had coaxed the two younger ones into buying so many things, which made Jim sick - his face was still sallow - and he himself had gotten diarrhea. Now he was bullying other children?


    Although everyone was trying to mediate, and Yan Zhao had already used the belt on them that morning, leaving their bottoms swollen, he couldn''t help wanting to give them another beating now.


    Among the group of boys, punches were flying everywhere. Little Lang directly lifted Liu Zhuangzhuang off the ground, while Jim picked up a te from the table, ready to smash it against the boy who had hit him.


    The three brothers stood back-to-back, quickly forming a battle formation against the other children.


    At this point, the men at the big table all stood up simultaneously, ready to teach these little ones a lesson.


    However, just then, Yuanyuan suddenly pped her hands and started singing: "Sweet dimples and sweet smile, sweet face so pretty..."


    At this sound, all seven boys stopped fighting and looked at Yuanyuan.


    "Sing! Why did you stop?" Liu Zhuangzhuang released Little Wang and turned to ask.


    Another boy said, "That''s Yang Yuying''s song, ''Sweet Little Sister.'' Little sister, you sing it so well, please continue!"


    "I''ll only sing if you stop fighting," Yuanyuan said.


    With these words, the seven boys slowly loosened their grips and quietly sat down.


    Little Wang and Little Lang surrounded Yuanyuan protectively, while Jim proudly dered, "This is my sister."


    Liu Zhuangzhuang smiled slightly and said, "Sing some more. We weren''t really fighting, just ying around."


    As he spoke, he returned all the cards he had taken from Little Wang.


    "Sweet little mouth like cherries so red, when little sister smiles at you, it makes your heart feel sweet," Yuanyuan sang while wiping the corner of the eye of the boy who had been hit by Little Wang''s card, as it was bleeding.


    Then she helped wipe Liu Zhuangzhuang''s nose, as he had been crying and had snot running down his chin.


    She continued singing: "Sweet dimples and sweet smile, sweet eyes that speak without words."


    The group of little boys sat quietly, ncing at each other and smiling sheepishly.


    The boy who had been hit was Zong Jin''s son.


    Zong Jin, who had been ready to discipline his son, now returned to his seat, saying with a smile, "Leaders, the children have made up, let''s eat. The food must be getting cold."


    Liu Zhuangzhuang had been both unreasonable and violent, so Liu Peng felt quite embarrassed and said, "Let''s eat. Boys will be boys, fighting leads to friendship, right?"


    Yuanyuan had been Yan Zhao''s daughter for five years. She had recorded songs and appeared in TV dramas, and on arger scale, she was a well-known child star across the country.


    But Yan Zhao had never felt proud or boastful about this little girl.


    After all, she was delicate, somewhat willful, and always nagging his two sons.


    The two boys often got headaches from her constant talking and found her extremely annoying.


    This was the first time Yan Zhao suddenly realized that if it weren''t for Yuanyuan''s not-so-excessive delicateness, if it weren''t for her constantly following them around, nagging and scolding them, his two sons might have grown as crooked as untrimmed tree branches, who knows where they might have ended up.


    The children had calmed down, and at the small table, Yuanyuan had moved on to singing "I Don''t Want to Say."


    Who was the most popr singer among boys of this generation if not Yang Yuying?


    All the boys were apuding for her.


    At the big table, the men had started ying drinking games.


    Yan Zhao didn''t participate in the games, asionally taking a drink, but drinking very little, while constantly watching several female colleagues.


    Zhang Xiangming and Gao Xiaomei, as daughters-inw of the First-ss Family Compound, naturally knew their elder sister-inw Liu Xiuying.


    At this moment, they were discussing Liu Xiuying.


    Although Liu Xiuying was facing prosecution and might go to prison, that was a family internal matter. Yan Zhao''s family hadn''t told anyone else, so in the capital, in the minds of the First-ss Family Compound residents, Liu Xiuying was still seen as a sessful returnee from America, now living gloriously in the capital.


    From their tone, Yan Zhao realized that their desire to attract that investor Gu Xiao was all stirred up and instigated by Liu Xiuying after she returned to the capital.


    Thesepound residents were extremely blind and confident, seeing Gu Xiao as their new hope for wealth.


    In Yan Zhao''s mind, they might as well have a falling out now. These women had no idea how dangerous Gu Xiao was. If they let this continue, Food Factory 81 would surely end up under Gu''s control.


    But Chen Men maintained a constant smile, discussing business and management experience with them.


    When the two women asked questions about enterprise management, she would answer honestly andprehensively.


    She especially praised Hu Xiaohua''s abilities extensively.


    Outsiders didn''t understand 271 well enough, especially Zhang Xiangming and Gao Xiaomei who came from the capital.


    Moreover, they had previously worked in government offices and knew nothing about investment, let alone sales.


    The more Zhang Xiangming listened to Chen Men, the more she believed that 271''s sess was all thanks to Hu Xiaohua.


    Grabbing Chen Men''s hand, she said, "Our Food Factory 81 produces milk powder, and we currently have nearly 100,000 yuan worth of milk powder in stock. How about this - let us borrow Hu Xiaohua first, let him help us sell the milk powder and recover some capital?"


    "That wouldn''t be appropriate. He''s our factory''s top salesperson, and we''re counting on him for sales too. We have a 1.5 million yuan task this quarter. If he leaves, I''ll lose money," Chen Men said.


    Gao Xiaomei and Cui Zixiang were generally kind-hearted people, and they only wanted to make some extra money because Cui Min had been sessful.


    They had no idea about running a business and didn''t want to take advantage of others by poaching Hu Xiaohua, as they felt it was hical, so they exchanged nces and said simultaneously, "Then let''s forget about it."


    Zhang Xiangming was Liu Jingjing''s sister-inw.


    As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together.


    Liu Jingjing currently worked at a military district unit, and she was naturally willful and inconsiderate of others. Her sister-inw Zhang Xiangming was even more so.


    She said loudly, "Men, you''re a daughter-inw from the military districtpound, and you''re managing military property. To put it bluntly, if it weren''t for Commander Yan, if it weren''t for putting Commander Yan''s face on the line, if it weren''t for all the leaders supporting you to cooperate with Gu Xiao, could you have taken over such a big factory? Supporting the military district is what you should do. You must give us Hu Xiaohua."


    "But what if we lose money without Hu Xiaohua?" Chen Men looked hesitant.


    "I heard you made two or three millionst year. In business, you can''t always make money without losing some. Besides, as the leaders'' praised daughter-inw, shouldn''t you try handling sales yourself?" Zhang Xiangming said with a smile.


    Seeing no response, Zhang Xiangming red at her husband: "Say something!"


    Cui Zixiang was also looking at Liu Peng: "Teacher Liu, let''s drop it. I don''t think what we''re doing is right."


    Liu Peng looked somewhat troubled and said, "Xiangming, maybe we should let it go?"


    Zhang Xiangming''s voice grew even louder as she shrilly said, "Liu Peng, Liu Xiuying and I went to Qinghai the same year. Now she''s sessful and sophisticated, while I suffered in Qinghai for ten years. I''m 41 this year and want to do something with my life. Won''t the military district support me? Are you just going to watch? Do you think the military district has treated me fairly?"


    Though it seemed like she was arguing with her husband, these words were actually meant for Chen Men.


    Liu Peng was likely henpecked, looking at Yan Zhao with a troubled expression.


    Though not in the same government office, Liu Peng''s further advancement was difficult andpetition was fierce. Although Yan Zhao was only a deputy director of the city bureau, he was ten years younger than Liu Peng, and the leaders in the capital particrly favored him, considering him a key figure for cultivation who might potentially be promoted to the capital''s Public Security Bureau in the future.


    Therefore, Liu Peng had to give face to Yan Zhao.


    But at the dinner table, knowing his wife''s temper, he worried a fight might break out soon.


    This put him in a difficult position, and he didn''t know how to mediate the situation.


    At that moment, Chen Men took a deep breath and said, "Alright, let''s stop this staring contest. I''ll let Hu Xiaohua go work for you. As for us... sales is really tough these days."


    Meanwhile, at the children''s table, Yuanyuan had stopped singing, and all the boys had disappeared somewhere.


    Jim, having heard Zhang Xiangming and Gao Xiaomei mention his mother Liu Xiuying, had moved closer to listen to the women''s conversation.


    Hearing Chen Men''s sigh, he blurted out, "But Auntie, don''t we still have..."


    Suddenly, Little Wang appeared out of nowhere and firmly covered Jim''s mouth.


    "Come on, you little rascal, let''s go y cards and beat those little brats from the capital," Little Wang said as he dragged Jim under the tablecloth at the next table.


    Earlier, Yuanyuan had managed to stop the boys from fighting.


    But now, after reconciling, the boys had abandoned her, leaving her sitting alone.


    They had all crawled under the table and were intensely ying cards.


    Chen Men turned her attention back and seriously told Zhang Xiangming, "I''ve been paying Hu Xiaohua 2,000 yuan a month, and you''ll need to match that sry. Otherwise, I''m worried he won''t work hard for you!"Aliali: 6748bd42c4f3f33ac47d6fd0


    It seemed that letting Hu Xiaohua go was more painful for her than cutting off her own flesh.


    "I''ll pay whatever it takes as long as he performs well in sales," Zhang Xiangming agreed readily.


    Liu Peng smiled and raised his ss to Chen Men, "That''s the spirit of a great leader!"


    "Commander Liu, you tter me, but please remember one thing - make sure Hu Xiaohua gets paid exactly what he''s promised," Chen Men said, winking at Yan Zhao while raising her ss and taking a small sip.


    Yan Zhao, who had been extremely angry earlier and almost followed in his father''s footsteps by throwing his ss in public, suddenly understood.


    The philosophy of running a private enterprise was no different from office politics in government.


    If they were to dismiss Hu Xiaohua directly, not only would he grow to hate Yan Xishan more, but he would be deeply hurt, considering how he had fought so hard for 271, drinking heavily and kneeling before distributors, earning profits by humbling himself and addressing others as "grandfather."


    But by first offering Hu Xiaohua another job with high pay, and then bringing in Yan Xishan, everyone could coexist peacefully.


    At the dinner table, in the factory, and in life, there were sharp edges everywhere.


    Yet Yan Zhao''s gently smiling wife always managed to resolve these conflicts with just a few words.

 Chapter 130

    Zhang Xiangming and Gao Xiaomei were both daughters-inw from the First-ss Family Compound, and naturally, they both knew Zhou Xueqin.


    After discussing business, it was time for some gossip.


    Since Zhou Xueqin was Yan Zhao''s ex-wife, they couldn''t help but talk about her.


    Zhang Xiangming said, "Men, I saw Zhou Xueqin in the capital a few days ago. She said she''s doing business there. Oh, and she has a son, a chubby little boy who''s particrly good at mathematics. He''s preparing to participate in the National Mathematics Olympiad Finals in September. My son Liu Zhuang will also participate in the mathpetition. How about your children? Are any of them participating?"


    The boy with Zhou Xueqin was, of course, Lu Dabao.


    Most business people are particrly sensitive to mathematics.


    Lu Dabao had always been good at math, and with his father''s guidance and careful education, he was bing a worthy second-generation rich kid who wouldn''t disappoint his father.


    In his previous life, Lu Dabao hadn''t participated in mathpetitions.


    In this life, due to Zhou Xueqin''s deliberate nurturing, Lu Dabao seemed even more excellent than in his previous life.


    He was even able to go to the capital to participate in mathpetitions.


    When it came to studies, Little Wang wasn''t as good as Lu Dabao.


    He never put much effort into studying. If he did well on one test, he would deliberately do worse on the next one, consistently ranking fourth or fifth in his grade, never striving for first ce.


    When Chen Men tried to persuade him, he would say, "Why bother getting such good grades? Mom, don''t you know that the top three students always get called on by teachers to answer questions? It''s so annoying. I hate being called on by teachers."


    Chen Men only wanted Little Wang and Little Lang to grow up peacefully. She had no intention of pressuring her children to bring her glory, so she didn''t botherparing them with Lu Dabao.


    Therefore, Chen Men told Zhang Xiangming, "My children won''t be participating."


    Gao Xiaomei interjected, "Zhou Xueqin''s marriage doesn''t seem very happy. From her tone, it seems all her hopes are pinned on her child now. Fortunately, the child is doing well; otherwise, her life would be quite difficult."


    Chen Men guessed that Lu Jingyu, now wealthy, had probably started phndering.


    When a man fools around but refuses to divorce, it''s the most frustrating thing in a marriage.


    However, Zhou Xueqin had chosen her own path, and how she lived her life was none of Chen Men''s business.


    So she changed the subject.


    After three rounds of drinks, it was time to wrap up.


    Xiong Dapao hadn''t attended the meal but now arrived in a hurry.


    Liu Peng was now a division-level leader, and Cui Zixiang, who hadn''t transferred to civilian work, had be a regiment-level cadre. They were still in the second line, but after Yan Peiheng''s group of old officials retired, it would be their turn to take over.


    Although military region leaders didn''t interact much with the outside world, their connections, influence, and avable resources were their greatest assets. Since Xiong Dapao was now in business, he had to maintain contact with these people.


    So there would be another gathering that evening, organized by Xiong Dapao, to drink with his fellow soldiers.


    Of course, women and children wouldn''t attend this one.


    When saying goodbye, Zhang Xiangming held Chen Men''s hand, shaking it repeatedly: "Men, then we''ll see you in the capital. We''ll first get the sales going with Hu Xiaohua, and when Gu Xiao arrives, you must introduce him to us too."


    Gao Xiaomei, worried that Chen Men might feel ufortable, also took her hand and said, "We''re all daughters-inw of the military region. We''re not necessarily inferior to you. Once sales get going, if you want Hu Xiaohua back, we can return him to you."


    "Alright, we''ll discuss it then," Chen Men replied with her usual response.


    The next time Gu Xiao returned to the country, he woulde with Yan Jun.


    They had originally nned to humiliate Yan Peiheng and the Chinese military.


    Never mind the military region leaders, but the way these family members were acting now - weren''t they just asking to be pped in the face?


    Since Chen Men had been drinking, and Yan Zhao had to go to the next gathering, Xue Mingfang drove Chen Men home.


    On the way home, Chen Men needed to call Hu Xiaohua to tell him about the situation in the capital. She also specifically informed him that she had negotiated a monthly sry of 2,000 yuan for him.


    Hu Xiaohua wanted to be general manager, but he hadn''t nned on leaving Factory 271.


    Moreover, he had a dream where Chen Men was his deputy general manager, serving him tea and following his lead.


    She would always be his dearest sister-inw; that wouldn''t change.


    When he first heard that he was being transferred to the capital with a monthly sry of 2,000 yuan, he was both surprised and delighted, but also a bit anxious: "Sister-inw, what will you do when I''m gone?"


    "I''ll handle whateveres my way," Chen Men earnestly advised, "By the way, remember to work hard when you get to the capital. Don''t bring shame to our Factory 271."


    So even though he was deserting his post, not only did Chen Men not me him, but she had also found him a better position.


    Hu Xiaohua was both moved and saddened. He choked up for a while on the phone before saying, "Sister-inw, I don''t want to leave."


    "Go ahead, go out and see the world. But remember, you''re from Factory 271. Remember our factory''s honor and spirit, carry it forward, and absolutely no illegal activities, okay?" Chen Men said.


    "Alright then, sister-inw. Remember, I''ll always be your soldier. Whatever you need, I''ll be there." There was a snap - Hu Xiaohua was saluting on the other end of the phone.


    After she hung up, Xue Mingfang angrily pped the steering wheel: "Sister-inw, you must know that Hu Xiaohua secretly contacted Gu Xiao, but they didn''t want him, otherwise he would have be a traitor long ago. He has no sense of national honor. Talking to him about honor is like casting pearls before swine."


    Little Wang also said, "Right, Uncle Hu is just a traitor, an even purer traitor than Jim."


    This time Jim disagreed and raised his hand, saying, "In World War II, the Nazis were defeated by the Soviet Union and China together. We Chinese drove out the Japanese devils in eight years, which directly determined the oue of World War II. I know all this. I''m Chinese, I''m not a traitor!"


    They all chattered away, one after another.


    Chen Men had a headache from all the noise but still tried to mediate: "People can grow and change. Your Uncle Hu will develop a sense of honor and responsibility eventually."


    Hu Xiaohua developing a sense of honor?


    Even the most honest Little Lang didn''t believe that, pouting as he said, "I don''t believe it at all."


    "Then don''t eat my mom''s cooking," Yuanyuan stomped her foot in anger.


    She was the only one willing to support her mother, believing everything her mother said.


    When they got home, the battlefield hadn''t been cleaned up yet. Spicy strips and beef jerky were scattered everywhere, and when they picked up the pants left by the well, more spicy strips fell out.


    Bottles of Jianlibao rolled around the courtyard - it looked like another world war had taken ce.


    But with Xue Mingfang there, he would help the children clean up, so Chen Men didn''t have to worry about it.


    Yan Xishan had returned yesterday and brought Chen Men two boxes of perfume from DIOR. The scent was quite nice. Looking at the perfume on her dressing table, Chen Men bit her lip and called Xue Mingfang in: "Xiao Xue, I''ll give you an address. Please deliver this bottle of perfume there, to someone."


    "Yes,mander. Just give me the address," Xue Mingfang said.


    At this point, he didn''t know that he would be delivering the perfume to Xiong Dapao''s house.


    And the perfume was for Xiong Xiaohua.


    This young man was sincere, enthusiastic, and most importantly, handsome.


    More pleasantly, he was the same age as Xiong Xiaohua, both twenty-six - they were adults, more suitable for each other than Liu Jingjing, who was eight years younger.


    Not to mention his joy when he delivered the perfume and discovered that the recipient was the girl he had seen at the hotel earlier, the one who had instantly captured his heart.


    Although Yuanyuan had only been away for half a day, the boys suddenly realized her importance.


    Usually, Little Wang was particrly annoyed by Yuanyuan''s bossiness and often pulled her hair.


    But today, Little Wang hadn''t pulled Yuanyuan''s hair at all.


    In the evening, the children needed to take baths. In the cold winter, while one bathed, another would wait outside with arge nket, ready to wrap up the personing out of the bath to prevent them from catching cold.


    Usually, Yuanyuan would be the one holding the nket waiting for Little Wang and Little Lang.


    But Little Wang never waited for Yuanyuan; after his bath, he liked to lie on the kang bed, enjoyingics in the warm air conditioning.


    But today, the boy stood holding the nket, waiting since the moment Yuanyuan entered the bathroom.


    When she came out, he wrapped her up tightly in the nket.


    "Oh, Little Wang, why are you here today?" Yuanyuan asked.


    Little Wang pointed at Yuanyuan''s nose and questioned, "Did you promise Liu Zhuang that you''d go with him to KFC when you visit the capital?"


    "He said he has coupons, it''s free. Why don''t we all go together?" Yuanyuan said.


    Little Wang, who was nearly a head taller than Yuanyuan, suddenly gave her a yful flick on the forehead. "Liu Zhuang is just like Liu Jiaxuan, he has bad intentions. I forbid you to go."


    Liu Jiaxuan was a boy in Little Wang''s ss who had always liked Yuanyuan, and often got bullied by Little Wang because of it.


    "Brother, you''re just being petty. Because of you, I can''t even have a single friend," Yuanyuan said angrily.


    Jim, who was readingics in his bedroom, poked his head out the window and said, "Liu Jiaxuan, I''ll teach him a lesson sooner orter."


    So now, there were two mean brothers bullying Liu Jiaxuan, which was enough to annoy Yuanyuan.


    Chen Men watched them and shook her head with a smile.


    ...


    As for Yan Zhao, by the time he returned home, it was almost midnight.


    The house was already cleaned thoroughly, and the children were asleep.


    Chen Men had also gone to bed.


    However, just as she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard Yan Zhao whistling.


    Most men could whistle, but this was the first time Chen Men had heard Yan Zhao do it.


    Because of this, she sat up startled in bed, wanting to see what the whistling Deputy Director Yan looked like.


    Drawing back the curtains, she saw Yan Zhao stop whistling and stand by Yuanyuan''s window, seemingly listening for something. After a while, he resumed whistling and went to the bathroom to wash up.


    ...


    "You saw it today, didn''t you? Those unruly boys were wrapped around my daughter''s finger like obedient puppies," said the Deputy Director Yan, smelling of soap, as soon as he entered the room.


    This was truly a father''s tone - proud, boastful, full of love.


    Chen Men thought to herself, indeed, Yuanyuan''s spoiled nature was just on the surface. She was naturally kind-hearted and rarely had conflicts with others. When she was with people, she always liked to promote unity within the group. If there were any conflicts, she would try her best to mediate, and if anyone was unhappy, she would be the first to notice.


    This was why Chen Men, despite having three children, had always found it so easy to manage them.


    Her Yuanyuan had sacrificed her entire previous life for her sake, which was Chen Men''s biggest regret.


    In this life, even with her best efforts at education, a child''s nature couldn''t be changed. Yuanyuan''s kindness and tolerance were the key reasons why Chen Men had been able to live peacefully for five years after her second marriage.


    Well, just because Yan Zhao had noticed this point, Chen Men was genuinely happy. Smelling the alcohol on his breath, she got up and said, "You''re drunk, aren''t you? Should I make you some sour plum soup?"


    "No need." Yan Zhao''s alcohol tolerance wasn''t great, and he was indeed drunk, but he could still keep hisposure.


    Lying in bed, he turned to look at Chen Men. This man, probably especially pleased because Yuanyuan had made him proud today, actually smiled again and unexpectedly said, "You know what Zong Jin said today? He said he wanted to be inws with me..." He paused, then continued, "Liu Peng also wanted to be inws with me, damn it... But I don''t approve of any of their sons."


    The usually well-mannered Deputy Director Yan had actually cursed today?


    It was all because Yuanyuan had let him experience the treatment of being pursued by many families for their daughter, being praised by a group of men.


    This feeling had caused the usually stern Yan to break character severely today.


    It was only after today that Chen Men realized why this man almost never drank.


    He was usually quiet and reserved, but after drinking, once he started talking, he couldn''t stop.


    "If it weren''t for the military downsizing, I should still be in the army now, at least as a Deputy Division Commander," Yan Zhao said after being quiet for a while.


    It was said that once, Yan Peiheng had nned for his three sons like this: the eldest would join the military, following in his footsteps; the second would work in civil service in a government position; and the third would stay in their rural hometown, so when Yan Peiheng retired and returned home, they could take care of their elderly parents.


    So when Yan Zhao wanted to join the army, Yan Peiheng strongly opposed it, insisting that he should work at their hometown position.


    He even specifically pulled some strings, wanting to get the then 16-year-old Yan Zhao a job as a carpenter at the Ximei Furniture Factory.


    At that time, working at the Ximei Factory would earn eight yuan per month.


    In Yan Peiheng''s view, this was good enough.


    But Su Wen believed that if Yan Zhao joined the army, his achievements would definitely surpass his father''s.


    At that time, the couple was already at odds, and Yan Peiheng couldn''t be counted on. Yan Zhao didn''t want to leave either, thinking he could be a carpenter earning eight yuan a month to take care of his mother.


    But Su Wen registered him anyway, pushed him out the door, and told him: "I, Su Wen, don''t need a son who''s a carpenter, so you must join the army. Don''te back if you don''t do well, because I, Su Wen, don''t want a son who''s a deserter."


    So Yan Zhao joined the army, with Su Wen forcing him to go behind Yan Peiheng''s back.


    During his 12 years in the army, none of his superior officers knew he was Yan Peiheng''s son.


    Joining the army for his mother''s sake and wanting to do better than his father - this was Yan Zhao''s goal when he enlisted.


    But the military downsizing cut short his dream. For the sake of national stability, to set an example for soldiers who were unwilling to retire, he gave up his chance to bring glory to his mother and resolutely took off his military cap.


    As for Liu Peng, Commander Liu had once sent him to serve in the harshest conditions in Qinghai, and he had endured it.


    Later, when he had the chance to go to the battlefield, although his poormand nearly led to the annihtion of Yan Zhao''s entire regiment.


    But the military was also political, and because of Yan Zhao''s impulsiveness, because he had struck a superior officer in Liu Peng, and because Commander Liu would protect his son while Yan Peiheng wouldn''t, it turned out that Liu Peng was faultless while he became the guilty party.


    That''s why Liu Peng could be a Deputy Division Commander at such a young age.


    Retirement was a very bitter thing for Yan Zhao.


    He had been drinking, so he needed to vent some of his bitterness andints.


    Chen Men helped him take off his shoes, then his clothes, helped him change into his pajamas, and with rare gentleness, patted Yan Zhao''s face and said, "Don''t you still have me and the children? Isn''t this good enough?"


    Yan Zhao had his eyes closed but suddenly opened them to look at Chen Men.


    His wife was so gentle, and the daughter she had brought him had made Yan Zhao look so good in front of Liu Peng today.


    "Go to sleep," he closed his eyes.


    This man, he really changed after drinking - even though Chen Men was clearly showing interest, wanting to get intimate, he just ignored it?


    However, after a moment, Yan Zhao suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Sending Hu Xiaohua to the capital might not work, right? Although it means one less trouble for you, can the Liu and Cui families really handle him?"


    Hu Xiaohua was someone even Chen Men couldn''t handle; sending him to the capital, how could Zhang Xiangming and Gao Xiaomei possibly manage him?


    Earlier, Yan Zhao had doubts in his mind; to be frank, Chen Men''s approach was selfish and harmful to others.


    "Since they''re nning to take Gu Xiao''s money, they''ll eventually want both Hu Xiaohua and Xue Mingfang, maybe even the entire management team of Factory 271. I''m just giving them Hu Xiaohua one step ahead - what''s wrong with that? As for management, if they can''t handle Hu Xiaohua, then they shouldn''t be in the food business at all. Safety is paramount in the food industry - even I wouldn''t dare to do it," Chen Menughed lightly as she spoke.


    After five years of marriage, Yan Zhao had never truly understood his wife.


    Just like when Deputy Director Zheng wanted to help Yu Xiaoqiao take away Factory 271''s management team.


    The Liu and Cui families were just starting their business, Zhang Xiangming didn''t understand business rules, they wanted to take Gu Xiao''s investment, and if they couldn''t handle sales, they woulde to Chen Men for people; if they couldn''t handle management, they would stille to her.


    They were all old acquaintances, and since they were leaders'' family members, it wouldn''t be good to have open conflicts.


    By giving them Hu Xiaohua, Chen Men was testing them. If they could handle him, then even without Gu Xiao''s investment, they could run Food Factory 81 well.


    If they couldn''t handle him, once the stored milk powder was sold out, they would have to close down anyway.


    Although what Chen Men did wasn''t very kind.


    But the business world was just that cruel - if they couldn''t handle Hu Xiaohua, how could they manage something as critically important as milk powder?


    Yan Zhao remembered something else: "Oh right, after Xishan returned to the country, I had him get a medical checkup. Everything else was fine, but the doctor said he has severe fatty liver disease. He can''t drink alcohol - how will you handle your sales?"


    In his previous life, Yan Xishan died of liver cancer.


    In this life, he''s not even forty yet, and he already has fatty liver?


    Chen Men sat up immediately: "Really?"


    "His liver is failing. The doctor said if he drinks again, he''ll die." This was the first time Yan Zhao showed concern for Factory 271.


    He was considered quite skilled in office politics.


    Given his way of doing things, he should have been destroyed by the unit''s leadership long ago.


    But he survived because he understood some strategy.


    However, Factory 271 faced one problem after another, all bewildering issues that Yan Zhao had no hope of resolving.


    Yan Xishan didn''t want to get a medical checkup, but Yan Zhao caught him at a nightclub and forced him to go, mainly worried that he might have contracted AIDS, syphilis, or other STDs abroad and could identally transmit them to Yuanyuan during their time together.


    While they didn''t find any STDs, they did discover fatty liver.


    So now he couldn''t drink alcohol anymore.


    Wouldn''t this be another problem for Chen Men''s sales?


    "So what do you suggest?" Chen Men asked with a smile.


    After a long pause, Yan Zhao said: "Men, money is important, but family is more important. We''ve already wronged Xiaohua enough. Xishan may have wronged you before, but he''s still Yuanyuan''s biological father. A biological father means something different to a child than a stepfather."


    "So you think I''m disregarding Yan Xishan''s life just to sell products?" Chen Men countered.


    Yan Zhao remained silent, but clearly, that''s what he meant.


    Chen Men continued smiling and extended her hand, saying, "How about this: let''s make a bet. I guarantee Yan Xishan won''t drink a single drop of alcohol but will still secure the orders at the trade fair. However, there''s something I can''t tell you about yet. I can only say that when it happens, you''ll be extremely angry with Little Wang and want to beat him, but you can''t hit him when the timees."


    Yan Zhao getting angry and hitting his son was amon urrence.


    And since Little Wang often caused trouble, Yan Zhao wasn''t particrly interested in this aspect.


    Whether he beat him one more time or one less time, in his view, it wouldn''t affect Little Wang much. But making sales without drinking?


    Yan Zhao didn''t believe it.


    In today''s business world, with its diverse products and fiercepetition, every factory needed sales managers, and they didn''t need any other skills except one: the ability to drink.


    Every boss would bring a secretary or assistant who could drink on their behalf when they went out.


    As long as someone could drink three to five jin of alcohol in one sitting, they could name their sry.


    In such a market environment, Yan Zhao couldn''t believe in making sales without drinking.


    Seeing Chen Men''s extended hand, he half-believingly pped it, but when he tried to hold it, Chen Men quickly withdrew her hand like a dragonfly touching water and wrapped herself in the nket to sleep.


    "...Lan."


    "Don''t want to, no," Chen Men mumbled from under the covers.


    Chen Men had never wronged Hu Xiaohua.


    Yes, she had made Hu Xiaohua drinkpetitively, but that was because she couldn''t change the market environment.


    She had never intended to go along with the environment, risking lives for money through drinkingpetitions. Yan Zhao''s assumption that she cared more about money than life made her very angry.


    She had always been trying to change the environment, to change the current situation where sales depended on drinkingpetitions.


    Though it was normal that others didn''t understand, Yan Zhao''s assumption that she didn''t care about Yan Xishan''s well-being really angered her.


    Let him watch carefully how she would handle this sales situation.


    ...


    Society had truly changed. Not only had Yan Xishan, once a hooligan and illiterate, put on sses and be a guest professor, but he was also now helping Chen Men with training, seriously preparing course materials, and personallying to Factory 271 to help Chen Men interview sales talent.


    While the old leaders in the military region still maintained their integrity, their family members were getting restless, abandoning their good jobs to go into business, wanting to learn from Chen Men''s money-making sess, which was quite frustrating.


    Yan Peiheng, Chen Men''s father-inw, naturally paid close attention to Factory 271.


    He also knew well that if Factory 271 were a car, Hu Xiaohua would be its engine.


    Liu Peng and Cui Zixiang, both sons of his oldrades, had organized a gathering in Xiping City, and these prodigal children had essentially removed Factory 271''s engine and taken it back to the capital.


    One can imagine how angry the old man was when he heard about this.


    But he couldn''t do anything about it.


    Because now, the news about Mac taking the West Point entrance exam had spread in the capital.


    It was said he had already passed two rounds of tests, with just two more rounds before the results would be known.


    As the Second Commander of the military region, known for his strictest discipline and impable conduct, his eldest grandson was now taking the West Point entrance exam.


    Even though he had dered he would sever ties with his eldest son and even pursue military legal action.


    But since he hadn''t done so yet, he could only watch as Hu Xiaohua settled into Food Factory 81, flourishing while selling milk powder for Zhang Xiangming and Gao Xiaomei.


    However, the old man felt guilty and wanted to express this to Chen Men.


    That day, Yan Peiheng suddenly called to ask for Chen Men''s ID number.


    Chen Men gave it to him and then asked: "Dad, what do you need it for?"


    "The Little Red Building where we used to live, I bought it outright as private property. I had it renovated thinking your mother would live there someday. It''s not as good as today''s new houses, but it''s veryfortable to live in. I''m getting the property certificate changed, and I want to put it in your name," after a pause on the phone, Yan Peiheng added, "Keep that house as Yuanyuan''s dowry in the future."


    "Thank you, Dad," Chen Men said.


    She was about to hang up when she heard the old man continue: "About Factory 271, if it really doesn''t work out, you can just quit. Men, I''m getting old, and I never felt regret before, but now I deeply regret not insisting that my third son stay in the military back then."


    His cultivated son had been wasted.


    Among the younger generation in the military now, Yan Peiheng hadn''t found anyone particrly outstanding.


    When Yan Zhao was discharged, if he had just spoken up for his son, he could have kept him in the military.


    But he didn''t.


    At that time, he was particrly resentful of Yan Zhao because of Zhou Xueqin, so he remained silent and let his son remove his military cap and return home.


    Now, it was toote for regrets.


    For Yan Peiheng to regain his prestige and authority in the military region, he would have to wait until Yan Jun returned to file thewsuit to sever their father-son rtionship, and find the person who took Yan Jun''s temple property to bring them to justice.


    For now, the old man could only wait.


    Of course, national affairs were not for small figures like Chen Men to worry about.


    For her, the most important thing remained the spring trade fair.


    And training arge batch of sales talent.


    Meanwhile, Yan Xishan had directly moved into Factory 271, prepared his course materials, and was attempting to first teach the retired military personnel.


    Although he had never been a teacher before, he had attended night school for four years, and while he hadn''t eaten pork, he had seen pigs run, so he could still teach.


    Moreover, when he got excited while teaching, he would gesture enthusiastically with both hands and feet, bing truly eloquent.


    The military personnel might not understand all these things, but ording to general feedback, they mainly found Yan Xishan''s speaking style interesting and humorous,pletely different from the rigid old professors they had encountered before, so they particrly enjoyed his lectures.


    At first, there weren''t many listeners, but gradually, whenever Yan Xishan took the stage and started gesturing enthusiastically while teaching, even the bathroom cleaningdies woulde to listen. Several cleaningdies even became Yan Xishan''s fans, serving him tea and water and wiping his table, treating him much better than they treated Chen Men.


    It was currently winter break.


    Yuanyuan and Little Lang still needed to attend training sses, so they stayed at home.


    But Little Wang and Jim insisted on going to work with Chen Men every day.


    They attended every single one of Yan Xishan''s sales sses, never missing a session.


    However, alcohol remained an unavoidable problem.


    On the day of the trade fair, there were still several tables set for drinking, with exactly twenty cases of Wuliangye liquor delivered to the venue.


    Perhaps even Yan Xishan hadn''t expected that the person most concerned about his health would be Yan Zhao.


    After all, they were brothers, and alcohol was a deadly poison. Yan Zhao didn''t want Yan Xishan, who had been a hero all his life, to die at a drinking table serving as someone''s grandson or dog.


    For this reason, in the cold winter night, he had spent the previous night checking for drunk driving and overloaded trucks at every intersection in the city, and at dawn, he still had to check overloaded passenger buses. But after work, instead of going home, he came directly to Factory 271, thinking that if Chen Men didn''t call it off, he would intervene to prevent Yan Xishan from drinking too much today.


    However, this trade fair took on apletely new approach.


    This time there was no performance, but the factory had a disy board that read: "90s Sales Revolution, Guest Professor - Yan Xishan."


    Below were a few lines of small text, introducing Yan Xishan''s profile, listing titles such as Chairman of Xishan Coal Mine, Honorary General Manager of 271, and Visiting Professor who had studied in Singapore, Mysia, and Thand.


    This was clearly an attempt to glorify Yan Xishan, as his titles were not entirely genuine.


    Standing on stage, Yan Xishan was enthusiastically lecturing a group of nouveau riche about sales, discussing how sales should be revolutionized, and how they, as the pirs of the new era, should excel in sales.


    The nouveau riche audience below was thoroughly engaged, partly because unlike those academic schrs who spoke in obscure and profound terms, Yan Xishan was approachable and used innguage that everyone could understand.


    Yan Zhao was surprisingly engaged as well, watching his son''s entire lecture alongside him.


    However, what concerned him most was the evening banquet, as in his memory, Hu Xiaohua had nearly drunk himself to death before.


    He was particrly worried about the evening feast.


    Seeing how enthusiastic the nouveau riche were, Yan Zhao feared they might force his son to drink himself to death.


    But this time, Yan Zhao was in for a surprise.


    Though there was indeed a banquet, the nouveau riche showed utmost respect for Yan Xishan. Whenever he approached a table, everyone would stand up in unison, and the nouveau riche only drank among themselves, adamantly refusing to let ''Professor Yan'' drink, fearing they might damage his ant-waist, praying mantis-leg physique.Aliali: 6748be4f3f33ac47d814c


    Money?


    Wherever ''Professor Yan'' went, everyone paid up readily.


    How could they not?


    ''Professor Yan,'' dressed in a suit and tie, wearing sses, and carrying himself with schrly dignity, was exactly the kind of learned person these simple folks admired most. Finding a professor who would associate with them was rare, so they were more than happy to pay.


    No one treated Yan Xishan like a dog, as they had done with Hu Xiaohua.


    After making rounds to seven or eight tables, Yan Xishan hadn''t even finished the single drink in his hand.


    Times make heroes, and Yan Xishan probably never imagined he could y the role of professor so sessfully.


    Afterpleting his rounds, he saw Yan Zhao standing at the entrance with Little Wang and Jim. He swaggered over and asked Little Wang, "Yan Wangqi, how do you think I did?"


    Little Wang was thoroughly impressed: "Uncle Xishan, I only wish I were your son."


    Compared to his fierce, dark-faced father, Yan Xishan was Little Wang''s ideal father figure!

 Chapter 131

    Since Yan Xishan was doing well with sales, it was time for Yan Zhao to head home.


    In the car, Little Wang sat in the back, his small face reflected in the rearview mirror, grinning happily.


    Yan Zhao''s palm was itching: "Yan Wangqi, do you regret being my son?"


    "You don''t know how to make money. If you did, I wouldn''t regret it," Little Wang said with a smile.


    Before starting the car, Yan Zhao was already prepared to spank him, but still holding onto some hope for his son, he asked: "Haven''t you ever thought about growing up to join the army, be a police officer, serve the people?"


    "Let Little Lang do those unpromising jobs. I''ll focus on making money," Little Wang had clear ns for his life.


    "I heard your grades have been slipping badly. Can''t we focus on studying first, then think about making money?" Yan Zhao asked again.


    By now, he had made up his mind to spank his little bottom red.


    Jim added fuel to the fire: "Uncle, it''s mainly because many kids at school need to be taught a lessontely. We don''t have time to study."


    So for them, fighting was more important than studying?


    Yan Zhao''s palm was getting impatient.


    But suddenly Little Wang leaned forward onto the back of the driver''s seat, smiling: "Dad, even though you don''t know how to make money, I do. When I turn eighteen, I''ll go into business and let mom stay home and enjoy life. You shouldn''t be so busy then either. My first mom left because you were too busy, but Chen Men is different from her - she genuinely likes how hard you work every day. You should spend more time at home with her, okay?"


    The child''s words were heartfelt and reasonable.


    Yan Zhao''s raised hand froze in mid-air.


    Little Wang took the opportunity to grab his father''s hand, sliding his small fingers between his father''srge ones, and continued: "Zhou Xueqin recently sent me a message through someone, saying her current husband is very rich and about to be a tycoon. She said she''d give some money to me and Little Lang aspensation, as long as I promise to take care of her when she''s old. But dad, I don''t want Zhou Xueqin''s money, I''m not envious of her, and I don''t want to take care of her. I cherish my current mom the most, and I don''t want her to work too hard. I want to make money so she can rest well."


    Hearing his son''s sincerity, Yan Zhao squeezed his son''s small hand and shook it gently, responding softly: "Alright."


    He recalled the first day he returned home to Zhou Xueqin''s house after his military transfer. This little fellow was only seven years old then, wearing mismatched slippers - one too big like a boat, the other too small for his foot. His small vest couldn''t cover his belly button, and his pants were only half-length.


    He was surrounded by children who were beating him up - Little Lang was responsible for biting, while he threw punches.


    Having been away for too long, the children didn''t recognize him.


    When he told them he was their father, Little Wang excitedly picked up Little Lang and held him up: "This is your little son, dad. I can sell cassette tapes, I can raise children, please don''t leave us, okay? Look how cute he is, right?"


    He even gave Little Lang a kiss.


    Yan Wangqi, who had been selling cassette tapes since he was four, taking on the responsibility of supporting the family.


    Growing up amid his mother''s curses and the constant fear that his loved ones might leave him.


    As a father, Yan Zhao found it difficult to instill a sense of national honor and responsibility in him.


    It seemed this son would never inherit Yan Zhao''s ideals.


    But he was right - Chen Men was working too hard.


    This time, Yan Zhao finally epted his son''s aspirations.


    It was already June, and with Yan Xishan handling training, Factory 271 had built a formidable sales team.


    Of course, word was that Hu Xiaohua was also doing very well in the capital.


    Food Factory 81 had nearly 100,000 yuan worth of milk powder, which he was about to sell outpletely.


    In the eyes of the military leaders, the military factories were flourishing everywhere, which made them very happy.


    As for Chen Men, since the factory was stable, she took some time to arrange their new home.


    Today was the weekend, and Yan Zhao had gone to work overtime.


    The basic renovation of the new house wasplete, and it was time for interior decorating.


    Chen Men nned to take the children to their new home, let them choose their bedrooms, and share their ideas about decorating their rooms the way they liked.


    Before Jim came, Little Wang didn''t have many friends in the vige because he was too money-oriented and liked to profit from others. He used to stay home doing housework on weekends.


    But after Jim arrived, thanks to Jim''s enthusiasm, cheerfulness, and generosity, all the vige children liked to y with them. On weekends, the children would all disappear.


    Now, when Chen Men got ready and went out to call the children, Yuanyuan and Little Lang were ying at the door, but Little Wang and Jim were nowhere to be seen.


    "Yuanyuan, where''s your brother? Call him over. Mom bought a new house that needs decorating. We need to go there, and you can all choose your bedrooms," Chen Men said.


    "My brother? Haven''t seen him since this morning," Yuanyuan said.


    So Little Wang and Jim had snuck out again?


    At twelve years old, it wasn''t a big deal for him to go out - he always carried his house key.


    When Little Lang heard about moving to a new house, he wasn''t happy: "Mom, I don''t want to move. I want to stay in Yanguan Vige."


    "But we bought an apartment, and Mom will install targets and air guns for you. You can still practice shooting," Chen Men said.


    Little Lang firmly shook his head: "No, because if I leave, Jim will take over our yard. He says he wants to marry my sister, and after they''re married, they''ll y by themselves and won''t include me. That''s not good."


    It wasn''t just Jim who often talked about marrying Yuanyuan.


    Little Wang would also consciously exclude any boy who appeared in Yuanyuan''s life.


    The children were about to enter puberty, and this matter needed to be addressed separately.


    As Chen Men was about to take the two younger ones out with an umbre, she saw Xue Mingfang driving the factory''s small delivery truck recklessly into the vige.


    "Commander."


    After getting out of the car, Xue Mingfang was beaming: "Commander, Comrade Xiong Xiaohua has agreed to marry me!"


    His rtionship with Xiong Xiaohua had developed quite rapidly - in just half a year, they were already talking about marriage?


    He hade to share the good news of his sessful proposal.


    Chen Men was genuinely happy about this news: "Great, when you''re ready to hold the wedding banquet, I''ll book the Guoguang Grand Hotel for you. We''ll make it a grand celebration."


    Xue Mingfang waved his hands: "No, no, because I''m currently focused on my career and don''t have much money. Xiaohua said we can skip the banquet and just have a destination wedding."


    A destination wedding was much more economical than a banquet. Unexpectedly, Xiong Xiaohua, who owned seven or eight clothing stores and was a small wealthy businesswoman herself, could be so considerate of Xue Mingfang. That girl was truly both practical and virtuous.


    Chen Men sincerely felt that this couple would have a good life together.


    Just as she started the car, the phone rang again.


    Chen Men knew from the number that it was Hu Xiaohua calling.


    Since going to the capital, although Hu Xiaohua was no longer under Chen Men''s management, he had gotten used to reporting his work to her daily, and still called almost every day to update her about his work and life in the capital.


    The Liu Cui families offered high sries and immediately appointed him as general manager. Naturally, Hu Xiaohua worked extremely hard, and in just half a year, he was about to sell out all the stored milk powder.


    Although even Xue Mingfang didn''t believe Hu Xiaohua would have a sense of honor and responsibility, after spending two years at Factory 271 under the influence of a group of veterans, he was indeed working diligently in the capital.


    Now that Food Factory 81 had money, they were about to restart their production lines.


    Since they were producing milk powder for infants, quality and safety were particrly important.


    Hu Xiaohua was now on equal footing with Chen Men. As general manager, he needed to consider signing supply contracts withrge-scale farms, think about production line safety control, packaging production, and a series of other issues.


    Regarding food safety, he consulted Chen Men about everything, asking how he should proceed.


    Of course, Chen Men shared everything she knew with Hu Xiaohua without reservation.


    "Sister-inw, you always thought I wasn''t capable, but I''m going to make Food Factory 81 sessful just to prove you wrong. We''re about to have 100,000 yuan in our ount, and I''m going to start production soon," Hu Xiaohua said passionately over the phone.


    Times make heroes, and just as Yan Xishan had be a lecturer, Hu Xiaohua was doing well as general manager, which made Chen Men particrly happy.


    "That''s great, I''lle visit you in the capital when I have time," Chen Men said.


    Hu Xiaohuaughed over the phone, then continued, "By the way, sister-inw, you know Liu Jingjing, right? She''s my girlfriend now. Please tell Xue Mingfang that yesterday, Jingjing''s mother, my future mother-inw, even gave me a gold ne. Tell him not to be jealous - Jingjing treats me incredibly well now."


    Chen Men froze for a moment, holding her mobile phone.


    Liu Jingjing was only twenty-one, while Hu Xiaohua was already thirty-two - how did these two end up together?


    Besides, she seemed to have a particr fondness for men much older than herself.


    Could that young girl have a fatherplex?


    However, since Commander Liu''s wife approved of Hu Xiaohua and even gave him a gold ne, it proved that Hu Xiaohua''s position as themander''s son-inw must be secure.


    Everyone has their own destiny, and it''s not bad, so Chen Men said, "You''re much older than the youngdy, so make sure you treat her well."


    "Of course! Commander Liu''s family has shown me great kindness. I''m not even taking a sry anymore, and I''ve invested all my savings into Food Factory 81. I''m not just blowing hot air - I''m determined to make Food Factory 81 sessful to prove I''m not inferior to you, sister-inw!" Hu Xiaohua rubbed his chest. "Sister-inw, this is the first time in my life I''ve worn a gold ne. I''m having a bit of an allergic reaction, my chest is itchy, but oh, I''m so happy!"


    Real gold shouldn''t cause allergies, should it?


    Chen Men wondered if it might be a fake ne.


    Putting that aside, she hung up and drove with her two little ones to the Dongfang Family Quarters.


    Chen Men let them experience their new home first.


    In the new home, the floor tiles and walls had already been painted.


    The bathroom and kitchen countertops were personally selected by Chen Men from the furniture market.


    The overall style was modern and simple, with pure white walls and cream-colored marble, giving a clean and refreshing feeling upon entering.


    As for the furniture, she nned to make a trip south to buy the best quality pieces.


    The apartment was on the third floor, with windows facing both north and south. There wouldn''t be any high-rise buildings nearby in the future, making itfortable to live in.


    This was where Chen Men had nned to spend her retirement.


    She naturally wanted to get the renovation done right the first time.


    When the two little ones entered the new home, they were dazzled by the snow-white walls, cream-colored marble tiles, and the fact that there were two bathrooms, each with a flush toilet.


    Little Lang immediately fell in love with the new home and promptly christened the new toilet.


    Of course, both children also rushed to im their bedrooms.


    Just then, Chen Men''s mobile phone rang again, and Yuanyuanined impatiently, "Mom, you really get a lot of calls in one day."


    This time, the call was from Beijing, from Yan Peiheng.


    "Men, your older brother just called me and said he''s returning to the country on July 14th. By then, Little Wang and the others should be on summer vacation, right? You should bring them to the capital, Dad needs your help here," Yan Peiheng said.


    Chen Men''s most pressing concern was: "Dad, what about Mike..."


    "We don''t know yet, we''ll wait until Yan Jun returns," Yan Peiheng''s tone sounded rxed, after all, he had already submitted thewsuit to the military court, and whether or not Mike passed the exam, he was determined to sever the father-son rtionship with Yan Jun.


    After a pause, the old man continued, "By the way, did you know that Hu Xiaohua is dating Liu Jingjing?"


    "Yes, I know," Chen Men said.


    Yan Peiheng was silent for a moment, then said, "Back then, among our leadership group, each family was supposed to have one child retire from the military. This was to set an example for all military personnel during the major force reduction. In our family, I had Yan Zhao retire. In Commander Liu''s family, Liu Peng should have been the one to retire, but at that time, Xue Mingfang was dating Liu Jingjing, and Commander Liu considered him part of the family, so he had him retire instead. I didn''t think much of it at the time, but looking back now..."


    Looking back now, the reason Commander Liu was so enthusiastic about actively matchmaking and letting his sixteen-year-old daughter Liu Jingjing date Xue Mingfang, even publicly announcing Xue Mingfang as his son-inw, was actually to keep his son Liu Peng in the military by having Xue Mingfang retire in his ce.


    After another pause, Yan Peiheng added, "Commander Liu has remarkable foresight and could be called deeply calcting. Men, I''ve spent my whole life trying to serve the country, but it seems I fall far short of Commander Liu when ites to nning for family and children."


    So in the power struggles at the top, Commander Liu sacrificed Xue Mingfang to reach the position of First Commander.


    And Yan Peiheng only realized this now?


    Chen Men had nothing to say about this, after all, she wasn''t a military leader.


    Seeing Chen Men''s silence, the old man continued, "By the way, please tell Yan Zhao toe to the capital at the same time. I''ve secured him an opportunity to study at the Party School for two months. Afterpleting the program, he should be able to get promoted to the provincial department."


    In her previous life, Yan Peiheng had never managed Yan Zhao''s career, leaving him to fend for himself.


    In this life, after seeing how Commander Liu devotedly cultivated his son and his shrewd calctions, the old man had started nning for Yan Zhao as well?


    Yan Zhao was only thirty-three this year, and at that age, being promoted to the provincial department meant he could reach the capital in just a few years, which would be twenty years earlier than in his previous life.


    "Alright, Dad, I''ll let him know," Chen Men said cheerfully.


    When the snipe and the m fight, the fisherman benefits.


    She discovered that in the power struggles among military leaders, she could be a happy little fisherman, and this feeling was quite nice.


    Yan Peiheng suddenly remembered something else and said, "Oh, Men, I overheard Zhang Xiangming talking to your Aunt Cui the day before yesterday, saying she spent 80,000 yuan ordering a car for herself and another 20,000 yuan buying a house. The factory has barely started, and they''re already spending money like water. Something doesn''t seem right. When youe, help me inspect Food Factory 81 in person, see how they''re really doing. If they''re not focusing on production and just wastefully spending money, I''ll consider proposing to the leadership team to take back the factory."


    Food Factory 81 had only earned 100,000 yuan so far.


    Hu Xiaohua had ambitious ns to use that money to purchase raw materials, packaging, and develop new products for the market.


    Yet Zhang Xiangming was nning to buy herself a car and a house.


    Did Hu Xiaohua know about this?


    He was ready to make big moves and achieve great things at Food Factory 81.


    But Zhang Xiangming''s approach seemed reminiscent of his first boss?


    After all, Hu Xiaohua''s first boss had lost control once he had money, bought a car, killed someone in an ident, and ended up in prison.


    Losing control when moneyes in is a major pitfall in business.


    The reason Hu Xiaohua was willing to work so hard at Food Factory 81 now was because he was dating Liu Jingjing, and her mother was willing to give him a gold ne. He had even invested all his savings from his time at Factory 271, wanting to build something significant.


    Moreover, Hu Xiaohua had worked for many bosses and learned from many mistakes.


    He had even gotten into a fight with the ham factory boss over product quality, knowing how serious the consequences of substandard quality could be.


    Zhang Xiangming buying a car and house instead of investing in production - if Hu Xiaohua found out, he would surely object.


    Would his rtionship with Liu Jingjing survive then?


    Would Commander Liu''s wife still ept Hu Xiaohua as a son-inw?


    Food Factory 81 hadn''t even started new production, and if trouble arose again, things would get messy.


    Setting that aside, it was now dinner time, and with the weather so hot, Chen Men wanted fish noodles but was toozy to go far. On the way home, she sent the two children to the market to buy fish for her.


    As for herself, she drove to her house, and just as she parked the car, she surprisingly saw Principal Liu from Dongfang Schooling out of her courtyard, shaking hands with Yan Zhao as they said goodbye.


    With a bang, Yan Zhao closed the door.


    Principal Liu turned around, shook his head, sighed, and prepared to leave.


    When the principal made the effort to visit personally, Chen Men suspected something serious must have happened.


    And she had a vague idea about what it might be.


    So Chen Men stepped forward and asked, "Principal Liu, did Little Wang and Jim cause trouble at school today? They didn''t get into a fight, did they?"


    Principal Liu had aplicated expression: "Today was our city''s Olympic Mathematics Competition. Apparently, Liu Jiaxuan wrote a note to your Yan Shengnan, and Little Wang brought Jim along to confront and beat him up. I''ve been keeping an eye on Jimtely, so I caught wind of this and intercepted them both, making them take the mathpetition instead."


    So that morning, Jim and Little Wang weren''t around because they had secretly gone to school to beat up Liu Jiaxuan.


    But because Principal Liu had been monitoring Jim, he discovered this incident.


    As a wise principal with thirty years of experience nurturing students, not only did he prevent those two mischievous boys from beating up Liu Jiaxuan, but he also made them take an exam?


    No wonder Dongfang Middle School had be the city''s most prestigious high school that everyone looked up to.


    His approach to education showed remarkable wisdom.


    Before Chen Men could ask more, Principal Liu said proudly: "Children shouldn''t be given too much freedom; sometimes they need to be pushed. You''ve been too lenient with Yan Wangqi. Do you know how your two boys performed in the mathpetition that was just graded?"


    ...


    "Jim''s Chinese isn''t very good, but he still ranked 32nd in the school. Your Yan Wangqi came first in the school and second in the city. He can go to the capital for the next round," Principal Liu said while taking Chen Men''s hand. "Education is key for children. Puppy love isn''t a big problem. I believe you''re both open-minded parents, so please don''t let Deputy Director Yan beat the child. With proper nurturing, Yan Wangqi''s potential is beyond what we can imagine!"


    Some time ago, Chen Men had made a bet with Yan Zhao, though they hadn''t specified what it was about.


    But she had discussed with Yan Zhao that if a certain thing happened, he absolutely couldn''t beat Little Wang.


    That certain thing was actually Little Wang''s puppy love situation.


    Little Wang was 12 now, and Yuanyuan was 10. They had no blood rtion but lived under the same roof.


    As they approached puberty, it was natural for Little Wang to develop feelings for Yuanyuan.


    These feelings manifested in his rejection of other boys approaching Yuanyuan, his teasing of her, and his overprotectiveness.


    Chen Men had known about this all along and had been carefully covering for Little Wang.


    But no wall ispletely sealed.


    Eventually, teachers would notice, and then the principal would know.


    Once the principal knew, Yan Zhao would find out too.


    And once Yan Zhao knew, it meant Little Wang would get beaten again, not just the usual light smacks, but a severe punishment.


    However, Yan Zhao definitely wouldn''t let her get involved in this matter.


    Sure enough, just as Chen Men was about to push open the door, Yan Zhao opened it first and said, "Men, go take a walk first. I have something to discuss privately with Little Wang. Come back hometer."


    Chen Men only said one thing: "We made a bet recently because of Yan Xishan, and I won. We agreed then that you couldn''t beat Little Wang."


    Yan Zhao looked at his wife for a long while, speechless.


    Only now did he realize that his wife hadid the groundwork for this six months ago, and he hadn''t noticed anything.


    "I know what happened at school, and I can stay out of it, but you can''t beat the child. Brother, some things we can just keep to ourselves, no need to say them in front of the children. Children need their dignity too, okay?" Chen Men said gently.


    ...


    Seeing Yan Zhao''s silence, Chen Men added, "Brother, please."


    ...


    "Brother, for the child''s sake, let him keep his dignity." Seeing Yan Zhao still silent, Chen Men repeated.


    Yan Zhao looked at his wife, and slowly rebuckled his belt that he had already unfastened.


    Little Wang and Jim were being punished, standing by the bathroom door.


    The wind rustled through the locust trees, and looking up, Yanguan Vige''s sky was so blue.


    Jim was happily picking at the wall when he suddenly turned his head and saw Little Wang crying. He whispered, "Why is your dad mad at us? Is he going to beat you? Me too?" He still didn''t know what had happened.


    "Shut up, leave me alone," Little Wang couldn''t stop his tears.


    "Let''s call the police then. Your dad can''t hit people, the police will stop him," Jim suggested.


    "Get lost, I''ve been beaten since I was little, I''m not afraid of pain," Little Wang turned away, wiping his tears.


    "Then why are you crying?" Jim persisted.


    Earlier, Principal Liu had not only praised Little Wang''s performance in the mathpetition but also told Yan Zhao everything about how he and Jim had bullied Liu Jiaxuan and other boys who liked Yuanyuan.


    He had also suggested that Yan Zhao have a heart-to-heart talk with Little Wang to get him to focus on his studies.


    Though Principal Liu hadn''t stated it directly, he had clearly indicated to Yan Zhao that Little Wang was experiencing puppy love, and the object of his affection was Yuanyuan.


    Jim, being from abroad, was quite casual about these things and had always been open about liking Yuanyuan.


    But Little Wang was different. As a Chinese child, he cared about face and self-respect. At 12 years old, he was traditional, conservative, and knew how to feel embarrassed.


    He wasn''t afraid of being beaten or pain.


    When he was younger, to raise Little Lang, not just children, but even adults at Zhou Xueqin''s dinner tables had bullied him. He didn''t mind as long as he could use his cassette tape money to buy some cookies, roasted sweet potatoes, andmb skewers to fill his brother''s stomach. As long as the two brothers could huddle together at night, holding his soft, silly little brother, waiting for their father to return from military service, he felt there was nothing he couldn''t endure.


    But he was afraid of Chen Men and Yuanyuan finding out about his secret feelings, afraid they would hate him because of it.


    He was also afraid of his father making a scene and letting everyone know.Aliali: 6748be4f3f33ac47d814c


    That wouldpletely humiliate him.


    The reason he was crying was that he realized his mother had known about his feelings all along but still protected his dignity.


    His father wouldn''t understand a 12-year-old boy''s need for face, dignity, and self-respect.


    But his mother understood, she knew he needed his dignity.


    She even prevented his father from speaking about such embarrassing things.


    But what should he do now?


    The little secret he had protected for so long - mom knew about it, and dad knew about it too.


    Soon, Yuanyuan and Little Lang would probably know as well.


    Little Wang didn''t know if his mom would hate him, if she would be angry, if she would take Yuanyuan and leave.


    All he knew was that his five years of happiness were about to fly away, just like that, when he wasn''t prepared for it at all.

 Chapter 132

    In June, at the height of summer, cicadas chirped incessantly behind the houses, while children filled the streets carrying bowls, running errands for adults to buy fish paste, wine, and vinegar.


    The children of Yanguan Vige all loved Chen Men. Whenever they saw her, they would call out, "Hello, Auntie Chen."


    Chen Men stood in front of therge peony bush by her courtyard gate, smiling and nodding at the children.


    Yan Zhao had closed the door and was inside dealing with Little Wang''s matter. Chen Men listened carefully, hearing only his hushed voice speaking, while Jim keptughing, and Little Wang remainedpletely silent throughout.


    "Jim, do you want to leave tomorrow? If so, I can send you off then?" Yan Zhao suddenly said.


    At this, Jim finally stoppedughing.


    And Little Wang, from beginning to end, didn''t utter a word.


    Soon after, Little Lang returned with a stic bag: "Mom, I got the fish paste you wanted."


    At that time, few people used stic bags for carrying things. Yuanyuan was particrly fond of this stic bag: "Mom, please empty it into a bowl. I want to wash this stic bag and keep it."


    White stic bags wouldter be known as "white pollution," but in this era, they were treasured items like candy wrappers and ice cream wrappers.


    Chen Men was about to find an excuse to take the two younger children out for a walk, allowing Yan Zhao to discipline his son privately.


    But Yan Zhao opened the door.


    Little Lang and Yuanyuan immediately rushed inside.


    "Dad, why did you close the door? What were you doing?" Yuanyuan asked curiously.


    Yan Zhao looked down at his daughter and said three words: "Go practice piano."


    "Okay, Dad. Can I y ''Strumming My Beloved Pipa'' for you first?" Yuanyuan asked cheerfully.


    "Sure," Yan Zhao said.


    He went into the kitchen to cook, but kept watching what was happening outside.


    Yan Zhao still remembered the first time he saw Chen Men - she had two extremely smooth braids, wore a floral jacket with a matching fabric patch on the shoulder.


    Such patches weremon on Su Wen''s clothes too.


    They came from carrying poles wearing against shoulders while fetching water and working in the fields in the countryside.


    Because of that patch, after leaving Chen Vige, Yan Zhao couldn''t stop thinking about Chen Men. He couldn''t eat or sleep properly. Three dayster, before even picking up Little Wang and Little Lang, he went to Yanguan Vige to fetch her.


    At that time, he thought that after marriage, he would definitely give this woman afortable life where she could eat her fill and wear clothes without patches. He would never leave his wife like his father did.


    But he never imagined that after marriage, it would be Chen Men, not him, who would carry the burden of their life forward.


    Today she wore a pink dress that showed her slender waist yet full figure.


    From a distance, she didn''t look at all like a thirty-year-old woman.


    Yan Zhao never dared to look at Chen Men for too long, because every nce made his heart race and his face flush.


    As a blended family, Yuanyuan wasn''t Yan Zhao''s biological child, but he had always treated her as his own daughter.


    Before today, Yan Zhao had never imagined that his most proud and beloved son would pull such a stunt, and he had no idea how to handle the situation.


    At this moment, Chen Men was by the bathroom door, saying something to Little Wang.


    Earlier when Yan Zhao had scolded Little Wang, the boy hadn''t made a sound and kept his eyes closed, refusing to look at him.


    If Chen Men hadn''t been outside calling "Third Brother," Yan Zhao might have struck the child. Now, he worried that Little Wang wouldn''t cooperate and might act defiant with Chen Men.


    If that happened, he wouldn''t be able to hold back from giving him a beating.


    But not only did Little Wang not act defiant, he held his head high, fighting back tears, nodding while wiping his eyes. When Chen Men patted his back and handed him something, he actually broke into a smile, nced quickly toward the kitchen, lowered his head, and ran off.


    Chen Men turned back with a smile, and Yan Zhao quickly averted his gaze.


    He didn''t know what his wife had said to Little Wang, but he was very curious.


    Just as he was about to ask Chen Men, Little Lang suddenly remembered something and ran to the kitchen door, asking, "Dad, our new house is renovated now, when are you going to go choose the rooms?"


    One shock after another.


    Today, Yan Zhao not only discovered that Little Wang was in puppy love, but also learned for the first time that they had bought a new house.


    Before he could ask, Chen Men said with a smile, "I bought us a house, can you guess where it is?"


    "Is it in the Dongfang Group staff quarters?" Yan Zhao asked.


    That was where Chen Men went most often, so Yan Zhao instinctively guessed it must be there.


    Since his wife had already bought the house, Yan Zhao, not being particrly macho, wouldn''t fuss about his pride. He just said, "Let me do the renovation. I''m good atying tiles and painting walls."


    He had built his army unit''s house brick by brick all by himself.


    With him, they could save onbor costs.


    Little Lang quickly chimed in: "Dad, the tiles are alreadyid, and there''s even a ce for me to practice shooting!"


    So she had not only bought a new house but had it fully renovated already?


    Yan Zhao was speechless.


    "But Mom says we can''t live there yet, and I can''t stay there too long because there are toxins in the air," Little Lang added.


    Regarding Little Lang''s low telet count, they had heard about it from the doctor during theirst visit to the capital.


    Yan Zhao understood that Chen Men was worried about Little Lang getting sick from breathing toxic air, but he didn''t say anything.


    Of course, he cooked dinner - it was his signature oil-sshed noodles. Whether spring, summer, fall, or winter, even if served at every meal, the children loved these noodles. Being from Shaanxi, they couldn''t do without their noodles.


    Just as dinner was ready, Little Wang returned from outside, carrying a thick stack of math olympiad practice papers. Upon entering, he was particrly attentive in setting up the table and chairs. He finished eating first, went into the kitchen, and started washing dishes with a tter. By the time Yan Zhao finished eating and brought his bowl to the kitchen, Little Wang had cleaned everything spotlessly, even making the refrigerator shine.


    He usually only did his homework, and did it quickly - barely finishing writing before jumping up from his chair. As soon as homework was done, he''d run straight out to y.


    But today he spread out his math olympiad practice papers, sitting firmly in his chair as if glued to it, working on them seriously.


    After his shower, Yan Zhao came in and pointed to Little Wang, who was still doing math problems under the courtyard light, and asked, "What did you say to him about him and Yuanyuan?"


    Chen Men replied, "I didn''t say anything special. You should try not to mention it either. Little Wang will surely be mindful."


    "Then what did you say to him earlier by the bathroom door?" Yan Zhao asked again.


    Earlier when she talked to Little Wang by the bathroom door, the boy had been moved to tears. What exactly had she said?


    Chen Men said, "I heard he ranked first in the school''s math olympiad, so I asked if he wanted to go to the capital for the finalpetition. He said he did, so I gave him money to buy study materials."


    Earlier, Yan Zhao had told his son that if he dared to bully other children again, he wouldn''t hesitate to send him to juvenile detention. Little Wang had closed his eyes, showing a rather die-than-submit attitude.


    It was because Chen Men wouldn''t let him hit the boy that Yan Zhao had let her handle the education, but she hadn''t said anything about it?


    And she was even nning to let him go to the capital for the mathpetition?


    Did that mean Chen Men didn''t mind Little Wang''s feelings for Yuanyuan?


    Yan Zhao reminded Chen Men: "Men, Little Wang and Yuanyuan are siblings. Never mind that he''s still young and his feelings are just puppy love - even if he grows up and seriously wants to date Yuanyuan, it''s impossible. My family and the Xishans are of the same n. Though they''re beyond five generations of kinship, they still have blood ties. Marriage would be impossible."


    This issue seemed very serious to Yan Zhao, and he felt the need to extinguish the small me in Little Wang''s heart immediately.


    Chen Men''s current attitude made Yan Zhao feel she wasn''t taking this problem seriously enough.


    Chen Men had just finished her shower and was applying hand cream. She spread out her wet hair and dried it with a towel, saying, "Give the child some time. Want to bet that our Little Wang will do very well in the math olympiad in the capital this time?"


    Little Wang had always been a top student, but this time, he had even outscored Liu Jiaxuan in the math olympiad, which had never happened before.


    However, when ites to going to the capital and taking the retest to achieve good results, Yan Zhao is not very confident.


    He knows his son too well; he is willing to study, but as soon as he finds a new way to make money, he immediately drops his books.


    So the most important issue is still the early love, or rather, unrequited love problem between Little Wang and Yuanyuan.


    Yuanyuan is from the same n, and if the little girl doesn''t like him, it''s fine, but if she does, biologically speaking, they can''t have optimal offspring, which makes the problem even more significant.


    "So, what about him and Yuanyuan..." Yan Zhao asked again.


    Chen Men reached out and suddenly covered Yan Zhao''s mouth: "Brother, if you keep talking, the kids will hear you."


    Her hand, full of hand cream fragrance, was cool and soft like jade, covering his lips. Yan Zhao turned around and saw Little Wang still diligently studying under themp in the courtyard.


    Yuanyuan was washing her and Little Lang''s clothes, while Little Lang was silently shooting bullets at the target one after another.


    And Jim, with a sly and sneaky look, was standing outside the window.


    Yan Zhao reached out and pulled the curtain shut with a snap: "Jim, if you keep eavesdropping on our conversations, tomorrow I''ll send you back to the capital."


    "Uncle, I''m deaf, I can''t hear anything," Jim said in a loud voice.


    Chen Men had a habit: when she had her period, she never washed her hair while showering. If she washed her hair, it meant her period was over. Since her period was over, it was time for some intimate marital activities rted to the mammary nds.


    After the activities, the children had also gone to sleep.


    Yan Zhao''s ears were sharp; he heard faintughtering from Little Wang''s room, so he got up quietly and sneaked over. It was hot, and the children didn''t like air conditioning, so the window was open, with the wind blowing the curtains and bringing in cool air.


    Sure enough, the two older boys hadn''t slept yet, and Little Wang was quietly sobbing.


    Jim was teasing Little Wang: "What''s the big deal? Why are you crying so much?"


    "Don''t talk to me, or I''ll beat you up," Little Wang said.


    "But brother, do you really like Yuanyuan too? Then when we grow up, who will marry Yuanyuan?" Jim asked again.


    This sly little rascal had discovered that Little Wang also liked Yuanyuan while eavesdropping on Chen Men and Yan Zhao''s conversation. He was overjoyed and suggested, "How about this, when we grow up, let''s y rock-paper-scissors, whoever wins..."


    Little Wang, who had been crying, suddenly got up and pped Jim''s bare buttocks.


    Jim yelped, and another p followed, like raindrops, pping away.


    Little Wang pointed a finger at Jim''s nose: "If you dare to say such things again, I''ll beat you up."


    ...


    Back in the bedroom, Yan Zhao sat on the bed, still worrying about what to do.


    Currently, Yan Zhao''s work was going smoothly.


    Because the Jindong Branch Bureau he once led was now one of the top ten public security bureaus in the country, the capital had issued a directive to have all branch bureaus in the city learn from Jindong.


    The head of the municipal bureau, Zhang Chao, was also very cooperative with Yan Zhao''s work.


    With some effort, in another two years, the Xiping City Public Security Bureau could achieve the title of a national model public security bureau.


    At that time, public security organs across the country woulde to Xiping to learn and improve their efficiency fundamentally.


    A few days ago, the provincial office issued a notice saying that starting next month, he would go to the Party School in the capital for study.


    This meant he would soon be promoted to the provincial office and could be transferred to work at the public security department.


    There was nothing to worry about regarding work.


    And Little Wang, if he were like Jim, just joking around and not taking things seriously, it wouldn''t matter.


    After all, when kids are young, who hasn''t had a crush on a little girl?


    But looking at his current behavior, this matter doesn''t seem like something that can be easily resolved by cooling off. What should he do?


    Yan Zhao was still worrying and didn''t know what to do. Suddenly, Chen Men reached out and patted his hand: "Go to sleep, we still have a long way to go. Yuanyuan loves to talk, which annoys Little Wang, and Little Wang always gets into trivial matters, which Yuanyuan also dislikes. There are plenty of young men and women outside. When they go to university and study separately, Little Wang will like other girls, and Yuanyuan will fall in love with other boys."


    Chen Men had learned this from Lu Dabao in her previous life.


    When Lu Dabao was young, he also liked Yuanyuan and often said that when he grew up, he would marry her.


    But when he grew up, he was surrounded by little models and minor actresses.


    Who was Yuanyuan? When his business was in trouble, she was his ATM; when his business was doing well, she was his target for ridicule. In today''s society, with so many temptations, when boys grow up and their hearts wander, who would still remember the little sister who once took care of them? They would only find her annoying.


    So Chen Men was quite at ease about this.


    And she thought that Little Wang, who had a strong sense of self-esteem, could benefit from some setbacks and blows.


    Look, by a twist of fate, he was going to the capital to take the Olympiad in mathematics.


    Isn''t that great?


    However, after a while, Yan Zhao suddenly said, "Not necessarily. Little Wang''s personality is like mine; once he likes something, I don''t think it will be easy to change."


    Suddenly, Chen Men felt that Yan Zhao''s attitude was a bit off.


    Zhou Xueqin was a thing of the past, and Yan Zhao treated her the same way Chen Men treated Yan Xishan¡ªas long as the other person was alive, that was enough.


    She didn''t even want to look at them, as it would ruin her mood.


    However, she always thought that Yan Zhao was like the golden shield on the gate of the public security bureau, only caring about work and nothing else. So, was it possible that he had a childhood sweetheart?


    And that he still hadn''t forgotten her?


    "Tell me, Deputy Director Yan, did you also have a crush on a little girl when you were young, and you still haven''t forgotten her?" Chen Men asked with interest.


    She wasn''t jealous; when she was young, she also liked a boy from the neighboring vige. It was just a conversation.


    But Yan Zhao''s voice immediately grew gruff: "Go to sleep."


    This man, so uninteresting.


    Chen Men reached out to tickle his armpit, but Yan Zhao grabbed her hand and said, "Do you want to do it again?"


    "Get lost," Chen Men said, and shey down in another nket.


    This man was as tough as steel; at over thirty years old, Yan Xishan could onlyst ten minutes, and Lu Jingyu couldn''t evenst five.


    She didn''t know where Yan Zhao got such strong physical strength.


    Now, about Little Wang.


    As the saying goes, good fortune is mixed with misfortune, and misfortune is mixed with good fortune.


    Apart from Jim seemingly knowing that Little Wang liked Yuanyuan and getting a beating for it, which he dared notin about, Little Lang and Yuanyuan werepletely unaware.


    The whole family was about to go to the capital soon.


    Lu Dabao''s Olympiad in mathematics was specially registered by Zhou Xueqin.


    Little Wang''s spot was obtained by a twist of fate.


    But this time, probably wanting to make Chen Men proud, Little Wang worked tirelessly for a month, reviewing untilte at night, around eleven or twelve o''clock, doing one stack of papers after another.


    Due to frequent filming and the interference of fame, Yuanyuan could maintain a top-ten position in her ss at best.


    But Little Wang was like an arrow that had left the bowstring, and in the final exam, he scored a perfect score in the scienceprehensive subject, ranking first in the entire first year of junior high school. This was the first time his total score ranked first in the city, causing a great sensation at school.


    Even so, Little Wang did not ck off. That evening, he bought another stack of test papers to do.


    As Little Lang and Yuanyuan said, if Little Wang doesn''t win the championship in the capital, he would be unworthy of all those review materials.


    And Chen Men, having a rtively peaceful period, was considering renovating the bedrooms for the three children.


    Yuanyuan''s room was thergest, as it needed to amodate a piano and special soundproofing and soft-packing.


    Little Lang liked various firearms, but even he might not know what his favorite thing was.


    But Chen Men knew.


    Whenmunicating with Chen Degong, Chen Men found a Doraemonic and requested a bedroom renovation with a blue and white theme, based on theic book. It could be wall paintings or wooden soft furnishings, aiming to restore theic as much as possible.


    "What''s this, a cat?" Chen Degong stared for a long time. "Why paint these things in a bedroom?"


    "Just do as I say, brother. Money is not an issue, but it must look good," Chen Men said.


    She was certain that Little Lang would absolutely adore this Doraemon-themed bedroom.


    Little Wang was busy with Olympiad math and hadn''t even seen the house.


    His bedroom was chosen by Chen Men herself. Among the three children''s bedrooms, his was the smallest, with the most ordinary white walls and no extra decorations.


    Chen Degong was a bit suspicious.


    After all, Little Lang mumbled and insisted that he was Chen Men''s biological child, so she loved him.


    Yuanyuan was her biological child, so of course, she doted on her.


    Little Wang was older and always got into minor troubles.


    Chen Degong was afraid that Chen Men was unconsciously biased towards the younger two, even in the house, not willing to put in effort for Little Wang.


    So he said, "Men, as the saying goes, when being a stepmother, good intentions can''t be shown, but appearances must be kept. You should also decorate Little Wang''s room, or outsiders will talk about your shorings as a stepmother."


    "Little Wang''s room will stay as it is. I have something good for him, but not now," Chen Men said.


    Although she didn''t expect Little Wang to score exceptionally well this time, just for his willingness to review Olympiad math for a month and study seriously, Chen Men prepared a gift for him, a gift worth as much as a house in the capital.


    Time flew by, and it was already July. The children had finished their exams, and Yan Jun and his father were about to return home.


    Under Yan Peiheng''s repeated urging, with one phone call after another, Chen Men''s family was also preparing to head to the capital.


    And just then, Chen Men heard some news about Food Factory 81 again.


    But it wasn''t Hu Xiaohua who told her.


    Recently, Hu Xiaohua had disappeared into thin air, not calling at all.


    Instead, it was Gu Xiao who informed Chen Men.


    When Hu Xiaohua left, Gu Xiao was particrly worried about the sales of 271.


    But Yan Xishan''s impressive training-style order meeting made Gu Xiaopletely convinced.


    Since then, he hadn''t inquired about the sales of 271.


    Moreover, once Yan Dongxue called and told Chen Men that the old man had once told her that in business and management, Chen Men was the only person he had ever met who he didn''t have to worry about at all and couldpletely entrust thepany to.


    This evaluation was a bit too high, and Chen Men felt she didn''t quite deserve it.


    One day, Gu Xiao called and got straight to the point: "Miss Chen, I heard you''re going to the capital recently?"


    Chen Men replied, "Yes."


    Gu Xiao''s tone was quite rxed: "I''m also going to the capital soon. Privately, it''s because Yan Jun is going to sue Yan Peiheng, and I''m apanying him. Publicly, it''s an invitation from Commander Liu, who ns to facilitate my investment in Food Factory 81."


    Chen Men blurted out, "Did Hu Xiaohua introduce you to Commander Liu''s family?"


    "Yes," Gu Xiao said.


    "If you invest in Food Factory 81, and they cook the books or have operational idents, you''ll send someone to take over, right?" Chen Men asked frankly.


    Gu Xiao answered without hesitation, "Yes."


    Just as Yan Peiheng said: The capitalist''s heart is never at peace.


    If you run the business seriously, Gu Xiao will be a great help. He appreciates capable people and is generous.


    Chen Men got a new phone every half year because thepany did well, and he rewarded her. This quarter, Sanbao Paint Factory did well, and Gu Xiao also rewarded Xiong Dapao.


    It shows that he knows how to use people and is generous.


    But someone like Zhang Xiangming, who just made a little money and rushed to buy houses and cars for himself, and even tried to fool Hu Xiaohua with fake gold nes, inviting Gu Xiao''s investment is like offering his head on a tter.


    And Yan Peiheng, facing his former rival, because of her,st year he even had a heated argument with the other party.


    But this year, the other party has be a distinguished guest of the military region, a guest of honor.


    When Gu Xiao arrives, won''t Yan Peiheng be so angry that he''ll spit blood?


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    Although she thought so, Chen Men still said amicably, "Let''s meet in the capital then!"


    Gu Xiao said, "Miss Chen, remember to bring your daughter along. I have an important gift for her."


    Chen Men thought, Gu Xiao ising, apanying Yan Jun, and also nning to invest in Food Factory 81, which is enough to make Yan Peiheng angry.


    If he gives Yuanyuan a gift, wouldn''t he almost kill Yan Peiheng on the spot?


    After hanging up the phone, Chen Men thought of something else.


    Because Hu Xiaohua had no rtives around and she treated him well, although he was always restless at work, wanting to outshine her, in life, he treated Chen Men as a sister.


    Since arriving in the capital, he called twice a day, reporting on work, asking questions, talking about life, and bragging a little.


    He never stopped contacting her.


    But recently, for at least a week, he hadn''t called at all.


    That guy, wasn''t something wrong?

 Chapter 133

    Chapter 133


    Today is July 3rd, and tomorrow morning, Chen Men will be heading to the capital.


    The baby in Qi Songlu''s womb is now seven months along. After getting an ultrasound, they learned it''s a girl, and she''s due in two months.


    She still needed to call Yan Wei to ask if there was anything he wanted her to bring to Yan Peiheng, or if he wanted her to buy anything for him from the capital.


    When she called, Yan Wei immediately refused: "Men, we don''t need anything. The capital has nothing to do with me anymore. I now have a 60-square-meter apartment from my work unit, and my wife is carrying my little daughter. That''s all I need, and I''m quite content."


    Chen Men detected something in his tone.


    As family members, many things shouldn''t be kept hidden like the father and son Yan Zhao did. Things need to be spoken openly and directly - that''s the key to family harmony and prosperity.


    "Second Brother, you probably understand why Dad gave his original little red building to Yuanyuan. As for the apartment he''s living in now, even if he insists on giving it to me, I wouldn''t ept it. So that apartment has nothing to do with us - the ownership should be discussed between you and Big Brother''s family," Chen Men said frankly.


    The little red building was three stories tall and had once housed several Soviet nuclear scientists after the liberation. After several decades, the interior was aging and needed renovation before anyone could live there, but thend and property rights alone were valuable enough.


    The house was given to Yuanyuan because of Yan Xing''s situation.


    As for the current high-rise apartment with elevator, even if Yan Peiheng offered it, Chen Men wouldn''t ept it for the sake of family harmony.


    Speaking things inly would reduce conflicts between siblings.


    Yan Wei quickly said, "Men, that''s not what I meant."


    Was it not about the house that he wasining?


    How could it not be?


    The reason he felt ufortable was precisely because of the house.


    After a pause, he exined further: "For that high-rise apartment, I paid half the money when we got the property rights. Even if I don''t care about the house itself, having a ce to stay in the capital would be convenient, especially when Qi Songlu brings the child back there asionally, don''t you think?"


    Chen Men immediately said, "I support Dad giving the house to you."


    The old man''s favoritism was his own foolishness. Chen Men and Qi Songlu had such a good rtionship, and Qi Songlu''s value was worth far more than an apartment in the capital. For this reason alone, Chen Men wouldn''t let a house create a rift between them.


    After simple preparations, they would depart the next day.


    This trip to the capital was the children''s idea - they wanted to take the train.


    Jim was both optimistic and pessimistic, knowing this would probably be hisst time in China, and since he didn''t know how big China really was or what it looked like, he wanted to see the country properly from the train.


    Little Wang and Yuanyuan and the others hadn''t experienced much of their mothend''s beautifulndscapes either, so they wanted to see the scenery from the train.


    Carrying his violin and wearing his backpack full of world ssics, Jim smiled at Yuanyuan before leaving home and said, "You must wait for me, wait until I grow up ande back to marry you."


    "Brother, you can''t make jokes like that anymore, people will tease me," Yuanyuan said.


    Yan Sanye, who was brushing his teeth outside early in the morning, pointed at Jim and said, "This kid is quite good, polite, and likes to hug people. Completely different from those unsightly ones in Yan Zhao''s family. He reminds me of Xishan when he was young. I really like him. Zhaodi, keep the wealth in the family, you should marry him in the future."


    Yuanyuan replied, "Third Uncle, let your Yan Zhaodi marry him. I''m Yan Shengnan, and I''ll never marry anyone."


    Jim turned back to wave goodbye to Yan Sanye and said, "Grandpa, do you know that all the ces I''ve lived in have been like hell? Yuanyuan is my little angel. If it weren''t for growing up and being able to marry her, I would have wanted tomit suicide. You know, my big brother has attempted suicide several times. He told me that suicide is a form of release."


    "What nonsense, what nonsense are you talking about?" Yan Sanye was hard of hearing and couldn''t catch what was said, but by the time he asked again, Jim had already gotten in the car.


    On this trip, Jim naturally wanted to have a thoroughly good time on the train.


    The only regret was that Little Wang, who used to be as close to him as wearing the same pair of pants, had changed dramatically ever since Principal Liu''s home visitst month. Not only did he often grab and hit Jim, but he also refused to y with him anymore.


    Fortunately, Yuanyuan and Little Wolf were still his good friends, which wasn''t bad.


    Chen Men had bought tickets for a special tourist train line. Because of the recent speed improvements to the railway, they would board early in the morning and arrive in the capital by the next morning.


    Since the Math Olympiad was on July 7th, Little Wang''s family''s train tickets were booked by the school. As soon as they boarded, they ran into Liu Jiaxuan, who was also going to the capital for the Math Olympiad.


    After asking around, they discovered that many children in this carriage were heading to the capital forpetitions. They were all the same age, and most were taking the train for the first time. After the train left Xiping City, thendscape became all ins, and the children gathered at the windows, creating quite a lively atmosphere.


    Liu Jiaxuan used to be bullied by Little Wang, but recently Little Wang had stopped bullying him, which made him somewhat smug.


    Little Wang had a wallet in his back pocket that was his sensitive spot - he wouldn''t let anyone touch it.


    While Little Wang was seriously working on math problems, Liu Jiaxuan secretly took the wallet from his pocket and showed it to the other students.


    The knitted wallet was made by Yuanyuan five or six years ago, but because Little Wang had taken such good care of it, it still looked new. Little Wang had always been wealthy, now worth five or six thousand yuan, and this wallet contained exactly five hundred yuan.


    They were all ssmates, and being able to go to Beijing for the Math Olympiad certainly made them all elite students, but it was the first time these children had seen so much money. They passed it around, looking at it with amazement.


    Just as Chen Men sat down, Liu Jiaxuan''s mother came over to chat with her.


    Whenever Yan Zhao went out alone with Chen Men, if they happened to interact with other couples, it would often trigger disputes between those couples, and there was a reason for this.


    For instance, at this moment.


    Yan Zhao had bought four sleeper berths and brought four sets of bedding, recing everything from bed sheets to duvet covers with their own.


    He had also brought slippers, and as soon as they boarded, he had the whole family change intofortable slippers.


    All the fruit was washed clean, and since Chen Men had recently developed a taste for soy milk, he had prepared that as well.


    The dry food was packed in a KFC paper box he had brought back from the capital many years ago, with tissue paper covering the top.


    Although everyone had sleeper berths and was traveling with children, while other families'' belongings were scattered everywhere with clothes flying about, this particr set of berths, thanks to Yan Zhao''s management, looked like a hotel room as soon as they entered.


    That wasn''t all. When Chen Men stretched out her hand and suddenly said, "My nails are a bit long, I need to trim them," Liu''s mother watched in amazement as Yan Zhao reached into a suitcase at her feet and precisely retrieved a nail clipper.


    "Little Wang''s mom, isn''t your husband the deputy director of our city''s Public Security Bureau?" she said. "You let him do all these things for you?"


    When a man has some official position, either he feels too important to do housework, or women subconsciously be more submissive in their family life.


    "He enjoys doing these things, so I let him be. He can''t stay idle," Chen Men said.


    She could see the envy and slight resentment on Liu''s mother''s face, but there was nothing she could do about it. Yan Zhao wasn''t putting on a show.


    He was naturally inclined to be helpful and hardworking.


    She guessed that when Liu''s mother returned home, she would definitely have an argument with her husband: "Look at Yan Zhao, and then look at yourself."


    The conflict among the children erupted in an instant.


    Yuanyuan suddenly shouted: "Who took my brother''s wallet?"


    A boy said, "I saw Liu Jiaxuan ying with the wallet earlier."


    Liu Jiaxuan held up his empty hands: "What wallet? I haven''t seen any wallet."


    The other boys also chimed in: "We haven''t seen any wallet, really haven''t seen it."


    Jim noticed one boy move slightly and immediately said: "Look at him, he''s hiding something."


    Yuanyuan rushed to that boy and grabbed his cor: "Hand over the wallet."


    "I haven''t seen it, really haven''t seen it," the boy had already passed the wallet to someone else.


    Another boy pointed at Liu Jiaxuan and said: "He''s the one who stole it."


    The adults were having a nice chat when the children started causing trouble. Liu''s mother yelled at her son: "Why did you take someone''s wallet? Give it back right now."


    Liu Jiaxuan had only meant to y a prank, and now he didn''t want to cause any more trouble.


    But the wallet wasn''t in his possession anymore, so he asked the other kids: "Where''s the wallet? Quick, give it back to Yan Wangqi."


    "I haven''t seen it."


    "I haven''t seen it either."


    Seven or eight boys emptied their pockets together, turning them inside out, and someone''s wallet had gone missing.


    Little Wang was still working on his math problems, alternating between calctions and writing, seemingly oblivious to themotion.


    Yuanyuan was particrly angry because previously, it had always been Little Wang who bullied Liu Jiaxuan. She sympathized with the weak and wanted to look after Liu Jiaxuan. Moreover, that wallet was the first thing she had made after learning to knit, and back when Little Wang was still a stranger to her, it was because of that knitted wallet that he epted her as his sister.


    So the wallet was especially important to her.


    Not to mention there was money inside.


    The little girl personally searched the group of boys: "Where''s the wallet?"


    Because Yuanyuan was a minor celebrity, most boys were willing to cooperate with her, but there were always exceptions. When Yuanyuan had barely touched one boy''s hand, he pushed her away: "Yan Wangqi, don''t think everyone has to worship you just because you''re a bit famous. Don''t touch me, I hate you."


    Where there are admirers, there are also critics.


    Because she had acted in a movie, there were plenty of people who criticized and disliked Yuanyuan, but she didn''t care.


    She pushed back: "You''re acting guilty. Hand over the wallet."


    Since they were all acquaintances, the other children''s parents hadn''t intervened yet, and their family had four children.


    Yan Zhao wasn''t worried about anyone getting hurt, but he was puzzled by Little Wang''s current behavior.


    So he remained patient and watched his son.


    The boy and Yuanyuan started scuffling, both grunting as they pushed each other.


    Though Yuanyuan was a girl and kept getting pushed backward, she struggled to maintain her bnce while still trying to reach for the boy''s pockets.


    "Keep searching, have you found it?" the boy taunted, one hand showing his empty pocket while pushing Yuanyuan with the other. "You think you''re so great just because you acted in a movie? Think everyone has to pamper you?"


    If there was no wallet in the boy''s pocket, then Yuanyuan had wrongly used him. She immediately said, "I''m sorry!"


    "Whatever!" the boy said as he brushed past Yuanyuan to leave.


    Little Wang suddenly stood up, mmed down his pen, turned around and pointed at the boy: "Gao Jiaming from First Middle School Affiliated, earlier Liu Jiaxuan handed the wallet to Fei Yifan from Second Middle School, Fei Yifan passed it to Cao Wenbin, and Cao Wenbin gave it to you. You hid it under the radiator, thinking no one saw?"


    Gao Jiaming froze for a moment, then immediately said, "Yan Wangqi, you''re talking nonsense. I didn''t."


    "Everyone else was just ying around, but you actually wanted to steal my money. You thought I didn''t know?" Little Wang, who was the tallest among the children due to ying basketball regrly, thrust his chest forward, pushed the other boy away from Yuanyuan, and pulled the wallet out from under the radiator: "Anyone who tries to steal from me hasn''t been born yet."


    Gao Jiaming''s face turned red and white, and suddenly his mother pped him and dragged him to the bed.


    Seeing the knitted wallet was dirty, Yuanyuan took it, dusted it off, and gave it back to Little Wang.


    Little Wang pocketed the wallet, refilled his pen with ink, and went back to working on his test papers.


    After the children''smotion, Liu''s mother was both embarrassed and angry, and gave Liu Jiaxuan two loving ps as well.


    She pulled him back to the sleeper berth.


    The chaos finally settled down.


    Chen Men wasn''t used to dealing with unfamiliar people, so she was quite relieved when Liu''s mother left.


    As for Yuanyuan, since bing an actress, many people criticized her, but that was all behind her back - no one had criticized her to her face before.


    Worried her daughter might be upset, she asked, "Are you feeling hurt? If you''re hurt, tell mom. Or maybe we should stop acting altogether?"


    Yuanyuan replied: "Even Liu Xiaoqing gets criticized for being fat, and people say Gong Li looks rustic. Let them criticize, it won''t make me eat any less."


    With that, she went back to looking out the window at the scenery.


    This little girl had quite a good attitude.


    Since Yan Zhao had made the beds very neatly, Chen Men was preparing to take a nap. Just as shey down, she heard Yan Zhao suddenly say, "What a shame."


    "What''s a shame?" Chen Men asked.


    Yan Zhao said quietly: "Little Wang was doing his problems earlier, I''ve seen the answer key, and he barely got any wrong. But he was multitasking - he knew exactly whose hands his wallet passed through and when."


    Chen Men said: "It must have been a lucky guess, he wasn''t even looking at the other children."


    "No, he was watching the whole time. The test paper he was working on took three minutes longer than the previous one because he was multitasking, keeping track of where his wallet was going." Yan Zhao sighed deeply: "If he wasn''t so focused on making money all the time, he''d make an excellent criminal investigator."


    He was perceptive, observant, and had particrly clear logical thinking.


    The reason he had been mediocre in his studies all along was that all his attention was on making money.


    Such a shame.


    He might be a businessman in the future and make money.


    But if he became a police officer, worked as a criminal investigator, Yan Zhao had to admit to himself that he wouldn''t be as good as his son.


    Wasn''t that a waste?


    Chen Men looked at Yan Zhao, who was wearing an Eastern-style jacket today, with a white shirt and ck dress pants. With his crew cut, at 34 years old, he looked neat and capable. Apart from his dark skin, strong eyebrows, and determined eyes, his face had almost no wrinkles. In casual clothes, he looked much better than in his unchanging green uniform and green cap.


    Little Wang''s eyes and brows resembled Zhou Xueqin''s, much softer and more delicate than Yan Zhao''s.


    At eleven or twelve years old, during puberty, it was usually the ugliest time for boys, but he hadn''t be ugly. With his close-cropped crew cut and thin frame, those peach blossom eyes - one could tell he''d grow up to be a heartbreaker among young girls.


    Such a handsome young man would be wasted working for the state.


    Better to let him be a boss and make big money.


    Once he makes money, wearing a suit and tie, he''d be like a domineering CEO.


    By then, with a group of young girls following him around, Yan Zhao would be dazzled just looking at potential daughters-inw.


    Seeing a flynd on Chen Men''s cup of soy milk, Yan Zhao had to pour it out and make her a new cup.


    This "King of Hell" seemed to be in a particrly good mood today, looking at Little Wang and saying: "But he doesn''t seem to have that mindset recently, he''s reformed, which is good."


    Setbacks help children grow up. Little Wang had matured into a steady, mature young man because of this setback, which was a good thing for him.


    When he grows up and makes money, he''ll probably have lots of girls following him around like Lu Dabao, and Chen Men thought this would be quite nice too.


    But enough about that for now.


    Yuanyuan, Jim, and the others had been watching the scenery along the way. The train was more lively than Tianqiao, with vendors asionallying through selling sweaters that fell apart after one wash, and razors that broke at the slightest touch.


    More surprisingly, there was someone with a worn bag who sneakily chatted with everyone in the car, iming to sell family heirlooms, including a thick gold bracelet bigger than Yan Zhao''s finger, gleaming brilliantly.


    He said it was a family heirloom and only cost thirty yuan.


    In the new era, scams came in all forms, and everyone was bound to be fooled sometimes.


    And each of the children fell for one scam.


    Jim got that thick gold bracelet for his mother, Little Wolf bought some easily-damaged razors for his father, and Yuanyuan bought a bunch of two-mao pens for Little Wang to use. When Little Wang tried one, the nib split immediately, making itpletely unusable.


    Since Yan Zhao sat still as a mountain, constantly reading the newly revised Criminal Law, Chen Men said: "Officer Yan, the train is full of scammers selling fake goods, and you''re not doing anything about it? Didn''t you see each of your children got scammed?"


    The great Officer Yan kept his head buried in his book, not even raising an eyebrow: "Train security is the responsibility of the railway police. Besides, society is soplex - don''t you think the children need to experience being scammed sometimes, learn some lessons?"


    So despite being a police officer, he just watched the children get scammed?


    And even thought this was educational for the children?


    Chen Men remembered something else and said: "I don''t know if Jim left his violin behind, but ording to Principal Liu, he has an exceptionally strong learning ability. He even submitted an article to ''Children''s Digest'' recently, and it was quite well written. Although he didn''t make it to the finals in the Math Olympiad, ranking in the thirties is quite impressive for an American child. When we get to Beijing, you should talk to your sister-inw about easing up on his education after they return to America, not pushing the child too hard."


    "He''s been with you and Yuanyuan for so long but never thought to buy you anything, yet he buys Liu Xiuying a gold ne - I won''t say anything about that," Yan Zhao turned a page in his book and said decisively.


    Yan Zhao was obviously joking.


    But Chen Men was being serious.


    Despite Jim''s optimistic personality, he had a subtle sense of world-weariness.


    He didn''t like topete or fight for things, and often told Chen Men that he might choose tomit suicide when he grew up.


    He also mentioned that his older brother Mike had attempted suicide multiple times, saying that suicide wasn''t scary and was actually a form of release.


    Chen Men had never encountered a child with such thoughts before, and found it quite frightening.


    Though he understood everything, he epted whatever came his way without resistance.


    He thoroughly enjoyed his time with Yuanyuan and Little Wolf, but the destion in his eyes made him seem like someone in their seventies or eighties.


    She hoped Liu Xiuying would treat this child well in the future.


    The next day at eleven in the morning, the train arrived at the capital.


    Yan Zhao had specifically called Cui Zixiang, intending to have him pick them up, but as soon as they exited the station, Yuanyuan''s sharp eyes spotted Yan Peiheng: "Grandpa."


    Yan Peiheng''s attitude toward Yuanyuan bothered not only Chen Men but even Yan Zhao, as he had almost never actively responded to the child''s enthusiasm.


    Instead, he reached out from afar to pull Little Wolf: "Kid, how''s your shooting practice going?"


    Little Wolf made a gun gesture with his hand: "Pew pew!"


    Yan Peihengughed heartily and said, "Stay longer in the capital this time. Grandpa will let you do live ammunition training at our military district''s shooting range, and I''ll personally coach you."


    "Grandpa, will we use real guns?" Yuanyuan eagerly asked.


    Yan Peiheng nodded: "Yes."


    Air guns were far inferior to real guns in terms of recoil and impact, and even if one became proficient with air guns, they could only be used for bird hunting or Olympicpetitions. To truly master marksmanship, one needed to practice with real guns and live ammunition.


    Yan Zhao patted his son''s head.


    While the police department also had a shooting range, bringing in outsiders for live ammunition training required provincial approval, so despite Yan Zhao''s several requests, they were never approved. However, Yan Peiheng could make this decision at the military district, so Little Wolf could begin live ammunition training during this holiday.


    This was perfect timing for Yan Zhao too, as he hadn''t had proper training at the police department in recent years due to limited firearm ess. He could train alongside his son while helping him, and also regain his former touch with weapons.


    When they reached the roadside, the children all recognized grandpa''s old Leopard car and rushed to get in.


    Yan Peiheng stayed back a step, didn''t get in, and called out softly: "Little Zhao!"


    This voice made not only Yan Zhao but even Chen Men''s scalp tingle.


    Yan Zhao turned around, looking at his father as if he''d seen a ghost.


    Only when he was very young had Yan Peiheng called him that way.


    It was the most affectionate way a father could address his child.


    "Are you alright? Are you feeling unwell? Did something show up in your medical examination?" Yan Zhao asked.


    Sun Nutao had had that same look when he got his terminal illness - could the old man be sick?


    "Gu Xiao arrives on July 9th, Liu Peng and his wife will handle the reception," Yan Peiheng sighed almost inaudibly, then continued: "Because of 271''s sess, I can''t really voice any opposition, but Little Zhao, your father..."


    He looked back at Chen Men: "I''m not being petty or jealous, and this doesn''t have much to do with you all, but father sacrificed time with your mother and gave up the prime years of his life for the military, so I don''t want military assets flowing outside. You understand, right?"


    Yan Peiheng was now in a very passive position; because of 271, he couldn''t oppose Gu Xiao''s arrival and had lost all dignity to speak about it.


    But as apromise, the old man hoped Yan Zhao and his wife could help keep an eye on things.


    How ironic - he had once firmly believed that Yan Zhao was dull and stubborn, at best capable of supporting himself as a carpenter.


    Unexpectedly, now he could only rely on him.


    Yan Zhao opened the car door and said: "Get in. Don''t call me that anymore. My name is Yan Zhao."


    Secretary Mao was driving today, so Yan Peiheng sat in the back with the children, and Chen Men took the front passenger seat.


    She was still most worried about Hu Xiaohua, so she needed to ask Secretary Mao about the current situation at Food Factory 81.


    The capital was at its peak of rapid economic development. Last time they visited, there were only traffic jams at overpasses and traffic lights, with few cars on the main roads. But now the streets were full of vehicles, and due to insufficient traffic lights and newly wealthy people driving recklessly, along with pedestrians not yielding to cars, idents were frequent. There was constant stopping and starting, honking horns everywhere, and roadside shopspeting with loud speakers.


    After two years away, roads everywhere were being torn up and rebuilt, with demolition and construction happening all around - quite a bustling scene.


    In the intense heat, Secretary Mao didn''t dare use the air conditioning for Yan Peiheng''s health, so they drove with the windows open, making the car feel like a steamer.


    Chen Men had to practically shout in his ear, and it took quite a while before Secretary Mao could hear her question clearly.


    "Hu Xiaohua? He''s doing very well, Commander Liu thinks highly of him," Secretary Mao said loudly.


    Chen Men felt something wasn''t quite right, so she asked Secretary Mao: "Is Hu Xiaohua still working at Food Factory 81?"


    "Yes, since it''s close by, he''s staying in the military district''s bachelor dormitory," Secretary Mao said.


    Having not called for a week, Chen Men was worried about Hu Xiaohua, so she said: "Please, Secretary Mao, take me to the bachelor dormitory first."


    Since Chen Men wanted to go to the bachelor dormitory first, Secretary Mao had to take a different route.


    This route happened to pass by Food Factory 81.


    Being an old factory, it looked dpidated at first nce.


    The children, looking at the high walls and ckened chimneys, all said: "This ce is really run-down."


    After Chen Men took over 271, it waspletely renovated within six months.


    Food Factory 81 had been under Zhang Xiangming''s management for six months now, but it still looked shabby, showing that Commander Liu''s family hadn''t invested much money in the factory.


    By coincidence, it was almost two in the afternoon when Jim suddenly shouted: "Auntie, look quickly, someone''s wearing a gold ne exactly like mine!"


    Chen Men looked carefully, and it was indeed Hu Xiaohua.


    She asked Secretary Mao to stop the car and jumped out, calling out: "Xiaohua?"


    Hu Xiaohua was holding a briefcase in one hand and about to light a cigarette with the other. When he saw Chen Men, he acted as if he didn''t know her and turned to run.


    "Why are you running? Stop right there," Chen Men called out. "Do you want me to call Xue Mingfang and Wang Meng toe skin you alive?"


    "Oh my, Sister-inw, it''s you!" Seeing he couldn''t escape, Hu Xiaohua turned around.


    Chen Men got straight to the point: "Why haven''t you called metely?"


    Hu Xiaohua smiled and immediately started ttering: "I''ve been busy. Sister-inw, you must be busy too. Take care of yourself and get some rest. You know, besides my Aunt Su Wen, you''re the person I care about most."


    Having worked together for so long, they knew each other well. Chen Men could tell from Hu Xiaohua''s evasive eyes that he must be hiding something.


    So she asked: "How''s the food factory doing these days?"


    Instead of discussing work, Hu Xiaohua pulled out his gold ne to show Chen Men: "Sister-inw, have you seen this family heirloom gold ne? It''s real gold, eye-catching, isn''t it? My mother-inw gave it to me, it''s her family heirloom."


    "Your mother-inw? Who?"


    "Commander Liu''s wife, Madam Liu!" Hu Xiaohua said.


    Since they were all close, Chen Men spoke frankly: "Xiaohua, you must have something going on if you haven''t contacted me for so long. Tell me what''s happening."


    "Sister-inw,e on, I''m really doing fine," Hu Xiaohua said, touching his gold chain.


    But when he looked at Chen Men, his eyes would redden and he''d sniff - Chen Men wouldn''t believe nothing was wrong even if you killed her.


    She decided to be direct: "You''re thirty-two already, and Liu Jingjing is barely in her twenties. Do you really think Commander Liu''s family would ept you? Xiaohua, don''t forget, you''ve been to prison, and your children will never be able to work in good positions. I can believe that Jingjing likes you, but if you''re saying Commander Liu and his wife approve of you, even ghosts wouldn''t believe that."


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    There must be some problem here, but he didn''t want to talk about it, and the reason was that he believed he could be Commander Liu''s son-inw.


    Chen Men had to cruelly burst his bubble.


    Hu Xiaohua became angry immediately: "Sister-inw, don''t look down on people. If my future parents-inw didn''t like me, would they give me such a thick gold ne, a family heirloom?"


    Whether it was real gold or a family heirloom, Chen Men could tell just by grabbing it and rubbing it between her fingers.


    This kind of thing was still rare now, but in a few years, they would be everywhere, with everyone wearing one around their neck.


    Once, Lu Jingyu had given Yuanyuan one exactly like it.


    But before she could reach out, Jim got out of the car wearing hisrge gold chain around his neck and said, "Uncle, look! I have the same gold chain as you. Mine is also a family heirloom from someone else''s family. I bought mine on the train. Where did you get yours?"


    How could there be identical family heirloom gold chains?


    Jim added: "Mine cost thirty yuan. How much was yours?"


    Hu Xiaohua stood there thunderstruck,pletely dumbfounded!

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    Chapter 134


    Actually, Hu Xiaohua had been hanging around the train station for so long that he should have known it was just a cheap chain, but he was only fooling himself and trying to deceive Chen Men, wanting her to believe he was doing well.


    He wanted to use this method to drive Chen Men away, to stop her from questioning him.


    But now, he couldn''t hide it anymore!


    Jim had been pushed into the car by Chen Men.


    Hu Xiaohua lowered his head, puffing continuously on his cigarette.


    Yan Peiheng, seeing that Chen Men wasn''t leaving, rolled down the window and asked, "Men, why aren''t you leaving yet?"


    "Dad, I want to talk with Xiaohua a bit more. You all go ahead first," Chen Men said.


    Ever since Hu Xiaohua left 271, Yan Peiheng couldn''t even stand the sight of him, but Food Factory 81 definitely had its issues. As Commander Liu''s subordinate, Yan Peiheng couldn''t investigate directly. Clearly, Men could handle Hu Xiaohua, so he''d let her ask the questions.


    So he signaled Secretary Mao to drive away with the children.


    As soon as the car left, Hu Xiaohua pped himself hard across the face.


    After a pause, another p came, followed by several more in quick session, leaving himself dizzy. He then slowly crouched down on the curb.


    Chen Men had a Jianlibao drink in her bag that she''d just bought on the way but hadn''t drunk yet. She handed it to Hu Xiaohua, "I haven''t tried it yet. Have some if you''re thirsty?"


    It seemed there could only be one exnation: something had happened, and Hu Xiaohua felt guilty and couldn''t face her.


    But regardless of what it was, directly pressuring him wouldn''t get answers. She had to let him tell her himself.


    As for Commander Liu and his wife treating him like a son-inw, Chen Men didn''t believe it at all. Using such a crude gold chain bought from a train as a family heirloom proved they weren''t even trying hard to deceive him.


    It was July, and the sun hung in the sky like a fireball. At two in the afternoon, the ground seemed about to melt from the heat. Chen Men, trying to look fashionable, wore high heels, and her feet were nearly burning on the asphalt surface.


    It was still siesta time, and this street had no shops. There wasn''t a single person around, nor any trees for shade. Under the scorching sun, sweat rapidly beaded on Hu Xiaohua''s forehead, gathering at his brows before streaming down like tears.


    After a long silence, Hu Xiaohua finally said, "Sister-inw, when I first arrived, Liu Jingjing paid special attention to me, always hanging around me, and eventually she fell for me. I could tell she really liked me then."


    Liu Jingjing was a young woman just over twenty who had a thing for mature men.


    Xue Mingfang was eight years older than her, and she had pursued him the same way initially - being clingy and making a fuss. Butter, when she realized she had genuine feelings for him, she started giving gifts, finding excuses to meet, and actively pursuing him until they became a couple.


    But that was just a young girl''s momentary impulse. As soon as Xue Mingfang was discharged from the military and took off his uniform, Liu Jingjing immediately turned against him. Chen Men guessed she liked Hu Xiaohua because he was tall, well-built, and notably always wore a suit and tie.


    If Xue Mingfang had fulfilled Liu Jingjing''s military uniform fantasy, then Hu Xiaohua fulfilled her suit fantasy.


    She remained silent, continuing to listen to Hu Xiaohua.


    "But recently, she''s beenining about my age, constantly making a fuss about breaking up with me. Madam Liu and Zhang Xiangming gave me a gold chain, saying it was a family heirloom, and assured me they would convince Jingjing to marry me eventually," Hu Xiaohua continued.


    Chen Men thought that Commander Liu''s family was probably counting on Liu Jingjing''s temperamental nature, knowing her enthusiasm for someone onlysted briefly and that trying to control her would only make things worse. So they just let her be - after all, she was just a young girl with passing fancies.


    When she was in love, she''d walk through fire for someone, but when she fell out of love, even a knife to her throat couldn''t make her care.


    As for that gold chain, it was just fake merchandise sold by scammers on trains.


    Madam Liu knew that Hu Xiaohua was uneducated and from the countryside, which was why they tried to fool him with such a gold chain.


    Otherwise, they would have at least bought a fake antique from Pan Family Garden.


    Hu Xiaohua knew this, but he couldn''t face it. He wanted to keep believing in this dream that themander''s daughter, who was more than ten years his junior, had fallen for him. He didn''t want the illusion shattered.


    But something had happened the previous week that made Hu Xiaohua stop calling. It must have been something significant enough to shake even someone like him, who typically had little regard forws and thick skin.


    That''s why he didn''t dare call her anymore.


    Sure enough, after much hesitation, Hu Xiaohua stammered and finally said, "Sister-inw, I have something to give you. Don''t ask me where it came from. Take it home and ce it before Aunt Su Wen''s shrine."


    He then pulled out a jade pendant from his pocket and handed it to Chen Men.


    When Chen Men first saw the pendant, she noticed it was a Guanyin figure. Turning it over, she saw the faint characters "Su Wen" engraved on it, and immediately eximed, "Isn''t this my mother-inw''s?"


    "A few days ago, I went to deliver rice to Zhang Xiangming''s mother and saw her wearing this. I recognized it as Aunt Su Wen''s, so I stole it," Hu Xiaohua said, holding the pendant. "Sister-inw, you know, I once stole this from Aunt Su Wen before, sold it outside for two boxes of cookies. Later, my third brother found it and brought it back, even engraved those characters on the back. Look, those characters ''Su Wen'' were carved by my third brother."


    In this world, there must be many identical pieces of jewelry.


    Especially things like jade and pendants.


    But Su Wen had a Guanyin jade pendant that her mother had given her, which she always wore.


    And Hu Xiaohua had once stolen it from Su Wen and sold it for money.


    At that time, Yan Zhao searched many ces and asked many people before finding the pendant and discovering who had stolen it. When he caught Hu Xiaohua, he wanted to beat him.


    Not only did Su Wen stop Yan Zhao from beating him, but she also used the family''sst bit of refined oil to make Hu Xiaohua a golden-brown scallion tbread.


    She repeatedly persuaded Yan Zhao, saying Hu Xiaohua only stole because he was hungry.


    Poor child, he shouldn''t be beaten.


    Hu Xiaohua was eight years old then. His father had just died, and his mother had taken up with ame man, clinging to him to find food for her children, but they were always either starving or barely fed, never knowing where their next meal woulde from.


    That was his first time eating bread with oil.


    People''s hearts are made of flesh after all.


    Hu Xiaohua had little integrity when it came to work, doing whatever Zhang Xiangming told him to do.


    When asked to introduce Gu Xiao, he did so without hesitation.


    Even when the milk powder factory had many irregr operations that Chen Men would never have allowed if she knew, Hu Xiaohua saw it all but didn''t care, because all he cared about was making money.


    But as someone from Yanguan Vige, when he learned that Yan Jun had given away Su Wen''s temple property, couldn''t he figure out that this item must have been given to Liu Peng along with the temple property?


    Su Wen, such a kind old aunt, didn''t even have her only jade piece with her when she passed away. Hu Xiaohua felt angry and resentful for her. Then thinking about how good Su Wen had been to him, and how he was now working with Zhang Xiangming doing many illegal things, how could he face calling Chen Men?


    So this was why he suddenly stopped calling.


    Grabbing the Guanyin pendant, Chen Men said, "At least you still have some humanity. If I were my mother-inw, I would have let Yan Zhao break your legs back then, to prevent you from growing up to harm people all day."


    Hu Xiaohua sighed and said, "Sister-inw, I really miss the days at 271. The rear area was stable, I only needed to worry about sales. Now as this damn legal representative, I have to worry about everything. It''s exhausting."


    From his tone, Chen Men knew that Food Factory 81 must not be doing well.


    So she asked, "How''s your new milk powder production line going?"


    "We''re still using the old equipment, haven''t done anything new," Hu Xiaohua said.


    "How much have you sold in total so far?" Chen Men asked.


    Hu Xiaohua said, "Just over 150,000."


    Chen Men immediately said, "You''re shorting the weight, aren''t you? The original milk powder packages were 500 grams, but you''re splitting the old packaging and only filling 300 grams..."


    Hu Xiaohua was amazed: "Sister-inw, how did you know?"


    How could merchandise worth only 100,000 yuan be sold for 150,000 yuan without shorting the quantity?


    Chen Men sneered, "Hu Xiaohua, you better watch yourself. All those former bosses from the liquor factory, motorcycle shop, soap factory, and sausage factory are waiting for you in prison."


    Hu Xiaohua felt this couldn''t be true: "Sister-inw, don''t try to scare me. When the milk powder factory got in trouble, they arrested the boss, not me."


    The reason Hu Xiaohua was willing to follow Zhang Xiangming despite knowing he was breaking thew was because he was just an employee - when things went wrong, the police wouldn''t arrest him.


    Chen Men gave him a cold look and said, "Let''s make a bet. When this food factory gets in trouble, you''ll definitely be the one arrested. Just wait and see."


    Hu Xiaohua wasn''t afraid of anything except going to prison.


    Because Chen Men spoke with such certainty, and because she never lied, he became worried: "Sister-inw, I''m just a sales manager, how could I be arrested? Hey wait, let''s talk about this..."


    But by the time he tried to catch up, Chen Men had already turned and walked away.


    This really got Hu Xiaohua worried.


    While marrying the Commander''s daughter might be an unattainable dream he wanted to indulge in a bit longer, prison was no joke. Last time he was in prison, he almost had his flower plucked by a prison boss who liked to take the back route. That experience wasn''t pleasant at all - he had to be another prison boss''s dog for a long time just to protect his male purity.


    Prison was Hu Xiaohua''s worst nightmare.


    ...


    It was a ten-minute walk from Food Factory 81 to the First-ss Family Compound.


    But Chen Men didn''t know the way and had to ask several people before finding the entrance. At the gate, the security guards wouldn''t let her in. She had to show her ID card and fill out forms, which took quite a while. After sitting on the train for a day and night, and then dealing with all this hassle at the gate, her feet were blistered from her high heels.


    After entering thepound, she headed straight for the high-rise building. As soon as she got in the elevator, she could smell food cooking.


    The front door was open, and the dining table was already full of dishes.


    It turned out that to wee the grandchildren, Yan Peiheng had specially called Aunt Cui and his daughter-inw Gao Xiaomei, along with a guard who could cook Sichuan cuisine, to prepare a table full of dishes at home.


    Not only was there spicy chicken that Little Wolf and Jim loved, but there was also a soup made with ham and Chinese cabbage - this was Yuan Yuan''s favorite dish with rice.


    As soon as Gao Xiaomei saw Chen Men, she got straight to the point: "Men, I''ve withdrawn my shares from the milk powder factory."


    "Why?" Chen Men asked.


    Unlike Hu Xiaohua, who was still hiding things because of his fantasies about Liu Jingjing, Gao Xiaomei startedining about the food factory situation directly:


    "Not only were they shorting the quantity when selling old milk powder, but for the new milk powder to enter the market, it needs to go through food and drug inspection, plus a year-long paid infant trial period with clinical follow-ups and documentation. But Zhang Xiangming didn''t strictly follow these procedures. Who knows what connections she used to get all the food and drug permits and business licenses? I reported this to the leaders, but since it''s a contracted-out factory, they told me to report it to the industrial andmercial bureau. Why should I bother with all that? I just withdrew instead."


    Shorting quantities was currently the biggest problem in themodity market, but also the mostmon one.


    Everyone was doing it.


    And various standard procedures could be rushed through by stuffing some money - get the product out first, then deal with the paperworkter, or sometimes not at all. Many people were doing this.


    However, the leaders all said that whether it''s a ck cat or white cat, a cat that catches mice is a good cat. So these huge problems weren''t considered major issues at present, even by the government.


    The government''s pursuit was: get rich at any cost!


    Chen Men then asked, "What about the new product? Do you think the production meets standards?"


    Gao Xiaomei said, "Originally, we had 150,000 yuan for equipment. We should have imported drying towers from abroad - one costs 80,000 yuan, and we needed two. They can effectively eliminate Salmone in milk powder. But Zhang Xiangming used the money to buy herself a house and a car. Now they''re using the old towers that the factory hasn''t used for years. What do you think about that?"


    Milk powder safety wasn''t just about mmine - there was also Salmone.


    If milk powder contains Salmone, when babies consume it, they could get mild diarrhea or severe bloody stools. Not only would it provide no nutrition, it would basically be poison.


    That''s why drying towers are absolutely crucial for a milk powder factory.


    Zhang Xiangming had money but didn''t import drying towers, instead rushing to buy herself a car and house.


    No wonder Gao Xiaomei didn''t want to work with her anymore.


    Hearing this, it was no surprise that Yan Peiheng was so worried. Zhang Xiangming was like an ignorant child ying with fire, but because of policies and current circumstances, no one could stop her even if she did cause a fire.


    Just like with mmine - it was only exposed after harming so many children.


    After it was exposed, the criminals got what they deserved, but those children''s lives were already ruined forever.


    However, just as Gao Xiaomei chose to withdraw her shares when she couldn''t stand it anymore, who would want to investigate all these problems with the milk powder factory? It would be time-consuming, difficult, and make enemies.


    Right now, Chen Men needed to give that jade piece to Yan Zhao first.


    That jade pendant could at least prove the illegal transactions between Yan Jun''s couple and Liu Peng''s couple - this was most important.


    Chen Men asked, "Sister-inw, have you seen my Yan Zhao? Where did he go?"


    Gao Xiaomei had just finished cooking and was putting on her bag to leave. She looked around and said, "He was here just now, probably went out to buy something. Let''s eat first, I need to go."


    "Sit down and eat with us, where are you going?" Chen Men asked.


    Aunt Cui was also leaving with her daughter-inw and said with a smile, "Though Xiaomei might not be as aplished as Men, she''s very down-to-earth. She enrolled in a food engineering correspondence course at the Agricultural University to help with the milk powder factory. I''m going to attend sses with her - learning more things can''t hurt."


    Gao Xiaomei smiled and said, "After I finish studying food engineering and graduate, I''ll find a factory and work as a workshop supervisor."


    Chen Men hadn''t known much about Gao Xiaomei before and thought she was simr to Zhang Xiangming in personality.


    But seeing her today, she suddenly realized this woman was quite grounded and had high aspirations.


    No wonder she and Minister Cui''s couple had such a good rtionship. Although three generations of Minister Cui''s family lived together, they rarely had conflicts. Everyone in Minister Cui''s family was both cautious and practical.


    Just after seeing off the mother and daughter-inw, she saw Yan Zhaoing upstairs carrying a bag of rice, a bag of flour, and arge container of oil.


    It turned out that since Yan Peiheng lived alone, he always ate at the cafeteria. Today they were nning to cook at home, and not just vegetables - even the rice, flour, and oil had been borrowed from Minister Cui.


    Yan Zhao couldn''t stand this kind of thing, so he had gone downstairs to buy groceries.


    Yan Peiheng had specially taken the afternoon off today. Seeing Yan Zhao bringing rice and flour upstairs, he was quite angry: "The children are about to faint from hunger. These things could have been bought in the afternoon. Come eat quickly."


    "Dad, you take the children to eat first, I need to talk to Third Brother about something," Chen Men said.


    It was almost three in the afternoon. Yan Peiheng looked at his watch, very unhappy: "What can''t wait until after we eat?"


    Jim mysteriously told his grandfather: "Uncle always likes to check my aunt''s mammary nds, and he does it secretly in bed." He liked to eavesdrop, and this was what he had overheard.


    Little Wolf looked confused: "Brother, what are mammary nds?"


    Little Wang pressed Jim''s face against his thigh: "You''re too nosy."


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    Although he didn''t know exactly what his son and daughter-inw were up to, Yan Peiheng could guess from the children''s snippets that their marriage was very good, which was excellent.


    The old man then said: "Go ahead, we''ll eat first."


    Yan Zhao hadn''t changed into slippers yet. He changed into slippers first before preparing to enter the bedroom.


    Chen Men had first found a handkerchief to wrap the jade in. Now as Yan Zhao entered, his face and ears were red from Jim''s teasing.


    Thinking Chen Men had something private to tell him, he had just closed the door and turned around when he saw a familiar object.


    It was an egg-sized Guanyin statue made of jade, with an especially smooth and lustrous quality. The Guanyin''s eyebrows and eyes looked exactly like those of Su Wen, Chen Men, and other women from Shaanxi Province.


    Of course, this belonged to Su Wen, as she had worn it for many years and never parted with it.


    At a nce, Yan Zhao could recognize it.


    As for where this item had gone, Yan Zhao didn''t know. He had always thought it was cremated with his mother or taken by someone else.


    But after nearly ten years, this item had suddenly resurfaced?


    When he turned it over, his childhood handwriting was still on the back. After the jade pendant had been lost once, he had carved it with a knife, stroke by stroke, the characters "Su Wen."


    Yan Zhao grabbed it, his voice changing: "This thing... where did ite from?"


    Chen Men told Yan Zhao everything about where and how she got the item, leaving nothing out.


    Then, she lifted her foot to show Yan Zhao: "After you all left, I couldn''t find the door and wandered outside for a full half hour. My high heel got stuck, look, my foot is all blistered."


    Her voice was filled with enormous grievance.


    Yan Zhao was already sensitive to such things, and hearing his wifein like this, even if he were made of wood, how could he not feel sympathy?


    "It hurts, massage it," Chen Men said.


    From Su Wen''s experience, she had learned one lesson: never coddle a man, but rather use him well - the more you use him, the more obedient he bes.


    When a woman has grievances or difort, she must speak up immediately. Otherwise, like Su Wen, she''ll spend her whole life suffering in silence.


    Yan Zhao mechanically bent down, removed Chen Men''s sock, and massaged her foot with onerge hand while gently cing the jade pendant on the bed with the other.


    While massaging Chen Men''s foot, he stared intently at the jade pendant.


    It was obvious now - when the Yan Jun couple returned to their hometown, they not only took thend deed but also ransacked Su Wen''s valuable belongings like rings and jade pendants, then sold everything to Liu Peng.


    Subsequently, he took the money and went to America.


    But why would Liu Peng buy things that couldn''t be converted to cash? He had given all those items to Wang Gebi.


    And back then, Wang Gebi had credibility among the leaders in this building.


    He was sophisticated and diplomatic.


    At that time, facing the most severe military downsizing, wave after wave, a full million soldiers were cut. Not only was Yan Zhao discharged, but eventually even Yan Wei wasid off. All the leaders'' children, as long as their rank wasn''t high enough or their parents didn''t work hard enough to prevent it, were all cut.


    Liu Peng wasn''t just spared from the cuts; he stood out among the hundreds of children in thepound, bing the only division-level cadre, all thanks to Wang Gebi.


    Chen Men was feeling hungry, and figuring Yan Zhao would need some time to process this information, she pulled back her foot, got up, and headed out to eat.


    But just as she reached the dining room, the doorbell rang.


    Chen Men was sitting right by the front door, so she got up and opened it.


    "Oh, Men, you''re here?" It was Liu Peng, apanied by Zhang Xiangming, entering with a smile. He first saluted Yan Peiheng, then said, "Uncle Yan is truly blessed in this life, look at these four little ones, each more adorable than thest."


    "What brings you here?" Yan Peiheng asked.


    Liu Peng nced at Zhang Xiangming beside him. Zhang Xiangming stepped forward, smiling, and said, "Uncle Yan, it''s like this. Professor Gu will being to the capital on the 9th. We can use my father''s car to pick him up at the airport, but afterward, he wants to stay at our August First Hotel. He made a request, saying he has trouble sleeping, so he wants to book the entire hotel for himself. My father has already agreed, and Minister Cui and Minister Xu said they''ll follow your decision. Just give me your word, and I''ll go clear everyone out right away to prepare for Professor Gu''s reception."


    The August First Hotel was where soldiers from various military regions stayed when they came to report for work, training, or business.


    The hotel wasn''trge, with limited beds.


    Many soldiersing from military regions often couldn''t get beds and had to be arranged in extremely basic single dormitories.


    Sometimes, soldiersing for training couldn''t get beds and had to sleep wrapped in nkets in the military district''s grand hall.


    After all, the capital''s cost of living was high, and soldiers'' allowances were low - they couldn''t afford to stay at other hotels.


    Summer was manageable, just dealing with mosquito bites, but in winter, many soldiers who came to the capital for training would end up catching cold for ten to fifteen days after returning home.


    Moreover, Food Factory 81 had already been contracted out and belonged to Zhang Xiangming. In Yan Peiheng''s view, giving Gu Xiao one room to stay in was already showing him great face, as his visit had nothing to do with the military district.


    But Gu Xiao actually demanded to book the entire hotel, and Commander Liu had agreed?


    The children were eating, and this was an opportunity for a teaching moment. Besides, Yan Peiheng had be more temperate in recent years, so he took a deep breath and asked Liu Peng, "Liu Peng, what year were you born?"


    "Uncle Yan, I was born in 1950," Liu Peng said with a smile.


    "How many years did you spend in Qinghai?" Yan Peiheng asked again.


    Liu Peng held up two fingers: "A full ten years."


    "It must have felt very difficult, and you must feel the country really wronged your generation?" Yan Peiheng continued.


    Liu Peng sighed deeply: "That''s all in the past, let''s not bring it up. Aren''t we doing well now? We have Reform and Opening Up, and everyone''s going to be wealthy."


    "You were born in 1950, when our country had just been established. Because we insisted on socialism, capitalist countries imposed the most severe economic blockade and political istion on us, two forms of attack, attempting to split our country and starve our people. You went to Qinghai in ''68, when we were forced into economic istion and had to be self-sufficient. Such arge country, in such difficult times, we didn''t fear power or capitalist hegemony. We plowed every inch ofnd in the entire country and nted food crops just to escape starvation. That came from the hard work of your generation. So you, more than anyone, shouldn''t forget how capitalism once ruthlessly whipped and blockaded us. But look at your attitude now - capitalism shows you just a little favor, and you forget who you are. Have you forgotten your ten years of hardship in Qinghai?"


    Yan Peiheng''s voice grew louder as he spoke: "Who is Gu Xiao? He''s a capitalist, representing capitalism. Why should we drive out all our soldiers from our military district''s hotel just to let him stay there alone?"


    Liu Peng''s face was awkward, and he remained silent for a long time.


    Zhang Xiangming had long known that Yan Peiheng had issues and couldn''t be bothered to argue with him, but Gu Xiao had made his request, and he was preparing to invest over a million yuan in her business. She had to deal with this slow-witted, pedantic, and stubbornly ridiculous old man.


    So she smiled and said, "Uncle Yan, that''s not quite right, is it? Haven''t you been telling everyone that your daughter-inw is fighting an economic battle with capitalists? I''m also nning to make money from capitalists, fighting a battle for us, aren''t I?"


    Yan Peiheng was so angry his hands were shaking. The children sat with their bowls, listening intently.


    At some point, Yan Zhao hade out of the bedroom and was standing in the hallway, watching the Liu Peng couple.


    Regarding Chen Men''s cooperation with Gu Xiao, there had been many dangerous moments when Factory 271 had nearly been taken over by Gu Xiao. If Chen Men hadn''t been smart enough, she wouldn''t have escaped those situations.


    Not to mention the initial 800,000-yuan bet.


    If Chen Men had lost back then, she would now not only be penniless but also buried in debt.


    As the saying goes, people only see the thief eating meat, not getting beaten.


    Looking at the still-smirking Liu Peng couple, Yan Peiheng thought of three words: wasteful descendants.


    If aerospace industry is the nation''s weapon, then infant form is the nation''s hope.


    Yan Peiheng knew Gu Xiao''s character far better than these people did. Now he firmly controlled Chen Men - for every 100 yuan she earned, he could take 49 yuan, and his ultimate goal was to list Factory 271 on the stock market. Then he could walk away with a huge sum of money, while all he had invested was 800,000 yuan.


    As for the milk powder factory, Gu Xiao''s investment was meant to humiliate Yan Peiheng and the Chinese military.


    The more money invested and the bigger the operation became, the more damage it could do, given Zhang Xiangming''s current approach.


    Gu Xiao had no children and didn''t love children. The children of socialism weren''t his hope - like pouring oil on fire, he only hoped for bigger problems and more chaos from Zhang Xiangming''s operations.


    When things became unsalvageable, he would take over the food factory, gaining both fame and fortune, and the factory would ultimately bear his name.


    Meanwhile, the sessor groomed by the military district, this wastrel, was eagerly setting fires ording to Gu Xiao''s wishes, ready to burn down the glory they had built over several decades.


    The old man remained silent for a long while, but Zhang Xiangming couldn''t wait and continued, "Let''s not talk about Chen Men, you praise her every day, saying we can''tpare to her. Mi Lan uses Gu Xiao''s money to profit from stocks and wears designer brands every day. What do you say about the Yan Jun couple..."


    The Yan Jun couple - they were practically ready to call Gu Xiao their father.


    They were Yan Peiheng''s weak spot, capable of leaving him breathless.


    At this mention, Yan Peiheng suddenly clutched his chest and began coughing violently.


    But just then, Yan Zhao coldly questioned, "What about the Yan Jun couple? They sold my mother''s temple property to you, and you then transferred it to Wang Gebi. Isn''t that the real reason behind Commander Liu''s promotion? Otherwise, during such strict military downsizing when almost all leaders'' children wereid off, how did Commander Liu keep getting promoted?"


    Liu Peng clearly had something to hide; his face changed instantly. "Yan Zhao, you can''t make such reckless usations. My wife and I have no connection to Wang Gebi. I spent ten years in Qinghai, I even fought on the battlefield..."


    "Fought on the battlefield as amanding officer? When yourmand nearly got our entire regiment annihted by the enemy?" Yan Zhao took out the jade pendant, holding it between two fingers, and questioned Liu Peng, "This jade piece - how much did you pay my elder brother for it?"


    Liu Peng couldn''t immediately recognize the jade.


    When Zhang Xiangming took a closer look, her face changed dramatically.


    This jade piece was originally part of a package deal that Yan Jun had sold to them along with the temple property.


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    There were also some small silver rings, gold earrings, and other trinkets - all bundled together and sold for 800 yuan.


    At that time, Yan Jun was desperate to go abroad, and he was ready to sell everything of his mother''s - he would have sold his own mother if he could.


    He even sold all the household pots and pans.


    Because the jade was of such fine quality with pure color, Zhang Xiangming couldn''t bear to use it to bribe Wang Gebi.


    Knowing Yan Peiheng would recognize it, she never dared to wear it and gave it to her mother to wear instead. Just a few days ago, her mother had mentioned that she had lost her jade, and Zhang Xiangming thought the olddy had misced it somewhere and was still searching for it at home.


    How did it suddenly appear in Yan Zhao''s hands?


    Although this item was sold to Liu Peng by Yan Jun, even if Yan Jun returned and faced his father in court, he wouldn''t easily reveal where these items had gone. After all, among the three brothers, Yan Zhao had Su Wen''s verbal will and witnesses to the will.


    If he admitted to it, he would be confessing to stealing his mother''s private property and would face imprisonment.


    So although they had guilty consciences, Liu Peng and his wife had never considered this a major issue. Of course, they never imagined that Chen Men and her husband would be able to uncover this matter within just half an hour of arriving in the capital.


    But how did this jade piece end up in Yan Zhao''s possession?

 Chapter 135

    This item had always been worn by Zhang Xiangming''s mother. At this moment, Zhang Xiangming also thought of Hu Xiaohua.


    Imagine, Hu Xiaohua, who has been in prison and likes to steal small items, would he not like to steal something by chance?


    Zhang Xiangming was so angry that he was trembling all over.


    Although leaders have said that both ck cats and white cats are good cats as long as they can catch mice. Hu Xiaohua is indeed very good at selling goods, a money-making machine, which is why the whole family has been currying favor with him.


    But at this moment, Zhang Xiangming wished he could handcuff him and personally send him back to prison.


    Yan Peiheng naturally recognized the keepsake of histe wife. He took the jade pendant with trembling hands and asked Yan Zhao, "Where did thise from?"


    Chen Men said, "Hu Xiaohua gave it to me." Then she added, "He took it from Zhang Xiangming''s mother."


    This was an item close to Su Wen''s heart, the most precious thing in her life, a keepsake from her own mother.


    Yan Peiheng understood at once that this was a gift from Yan Jun to Liu Peng.


    How ridiculous, while Liu Peng was busy building rtionships everywhere, even using his wife''s only keepsake to secure his son''s position in the army, Yan Peiheng, for the sake of the greater good and national peace, kept sending his sons to the front lines, eventually having to cut them out of the military.


    So, even under socialism, there are such things as "gold belts for those who kill and set fires, and no remains for those who build bridges and roads"?


    Zhang Xiangming and his wife felt guilty. Liu Peng quickly exined, "Uncle Yan, this item was bought by Xiangming from Pan Family Garden and given to his mother. We don''t know where it really came from."


    Zhang Xiangming''s eyes darted around and he quickly said, "Yes, yes, Uncle Yan, this is just a trinket I bought from Pan Family Garden. If you like it, I''ll give it to you."


    As he spoke, he pulled Liu Peng by the arm.


    The truth was about to be revealed. The two of them had caused trouble and didn''t dare stay, wanting to leave quickly.


    Yan Peiheng, at this moment, showed an unusually calm demeanor, calm to the point of being frightening. He waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."


    Liu Peng was about to leave but turned back and added, "Uncle Yan, you should retire in another five years, but I can still work for another twenty. Don''t worry, when your grandsons grow up and want to join the army, I''ll take care of them."


    His implication was that Yan Peiheng should not pursue him.


    In return, he was willing to promote Little Wang and Little Lang when they joined the army, fully exploiting the power of nepotism!


    That was Su Wen''s keepsake, with the clumsy handwriting of Yan Zhao carved on it with a knife, stroke by stroke, the name Su Wen.


    Yan Zhao was, of course, very angry, but at this moment, he also had to pay attention to his father''s health.


    After all, this old man had worked in the army all his life. Out of the nine members of the same leadership team, his attendance rate was the highest, and his style was the strongest. The reason there weren''t many cases of backdoor deals, rtionship building, and internal contracting of military assets and smuggling of various military supplies was precisely because of leaders like Yan Peiheng.


    If he were alive, Yan Zhao wouldn''t care, but if the old man really died, it would be detrimental to the current situation in the army.


    He was afraid that his father would be so angry that he would copse on the spot.


    Fortunately, the old man was very calm. He waved his hand and said, "Xiao Peng, go ahead, go upstairs, go home."


    Zhang Xiangming and his wife exchanged nces. Liu Peng red fiercely at his wife.


    Because Wang Gebi not only wanted the temple property but also liked this piece of jade very much and was willing to pay three hundred yuan to buy it back.


    But Zhang Xiangming himself also liked it and didn''t want to give it away. And because he was afraid that Yan Peiheng would recognize it, he didn''t dare to wear it, so he had his mother wear it. As a result, what was originally a dead-end case was suddenly brought to light because of this jade.


    Now, what should they do?


    The two of them stared at each other, then turned and went upstairs.


    The children had already finished eating. Little Wang was clearing the dishes, and Yuanyuan served a bowl of rice to Chen Men and Yan Zhao, signaling them toe and eat.


    The little girl was very considerate. Before they started eating, she had already set aside some of each dish for her parents.


    Just then, Yan Peiheng stood up. The old man didn''t have the habit of using a cane, and there wasn''t one at home, but he was unsteady on his feet.


    Yan Zhao watched coldly, probably thinking that even if his father fell t on his back, he would just watch coldly and not help.


    The boys were carefree. Jim was still saying, "Grandpa, do you want to dance?"


    Little Lang also said, "Yeah, Grandpa is dancing disco."


    Only Yuanyuan ran over, took Yan Peiheng''s hand, and ced it on her shoulder, saying, "Grandpa, where do you want to go? Lean on me, I''ll take you there."


    "Good child, take Grandpa to the study," Yan Peiheng said.


    After walking for a while, the old man stopped and turned back to Yan Zhao, saying, "Go about your business, leave the rest to me."


    The old man''s tone sounded quite normal.


    The jade was tightly pressed against his chest.


    Yan Zhao still had to report to the Party School. If he didn''t go now, he would miss the deadline and have to study for an extra day, and that would mean more cases piling up in Xiping City.


    So he had to leave.


    Worried about Yan Peiheng, he asked Chen Men to stay at home with the children.


    Chen Men was also worried that the old man''s health might be in trouble. Since she didn''t have the hospital''s phone number, she prepared to go next door to ask Aunt Cui if she had it. If Yan Peiheng felt unwell, she needed to call the doctor right away.


    But as soon as she stepped out of the house, she heard amotion in the hallway.


    Someone upstairs was arguing.


    She then climbed the stairs and saw Zhang Xiangming, Liu Jingjing, and Madam Liu standing in the corridor.


    Liu Jingjing was holding a tape recorder, looking like she was about to go out.


    Zhang Xiangming was chasing after Liu Jingjing, saying, "Jingjing, right now, you must go and make up with Hu Xiaohua. You have to tell him to coordinate their stories and say that the jade pendant he gave to Chen Men was bought by himself from Pan Family Garden, it has nothing to do with us."


    Madam Liu also said, "Jingjing, this is not a joke. You can''t break up now. Go find Hu Xiaohua quickly."


    Chen Men was on the stairs and could see the Liu family, who could also see her.


    Normally, they shouldn''t be arguing about this in the hallway.


    But the situation was too sudden.


    Once, when Zhang Xiangming thought Hu Xiaohua was a cash machine, he never imagined that he would also be a thief.


    Of course, he never thought that such a piece of jade would end up being seen by Hu Xiaohua.


    Now, if they didn''t want Liu Peng to be prosecuted, they had only one way: to persuade Hu Xiaohua to give false testimony.


    Change Hu Xiaohua''s testimony and see if Liu Peng could escape this disaster.


    However, since Liu Jingjing had been well-protected by her family and was an innocent young girl, her willfulness could be used by the Liu family, but it also meant they couldn''t control her.


    Liu Jingjing''s interest in Hu Xiaohua had recently waned. Instead, the trend in the capital was to dance and sing disco in the park. Young people wore big sunsses, wide-legged pants, and floral shirts, each holding a tape recorder, which was the height of fashion. She was part of this fashionable crowd, busy going to the park to y.


    So she said, "Mom, I''ve already lost interest in Hu Xiaohua. I definitely want to break up with him. Besides, why, and what''s this about a jade pendant? You should exin clearly what''s going on. I''m in a hurry to go to the park."


    Poor Madam Liu and Zhang Xiangming knew they shouldn''t talk about this in the hallway, but Liu Jingjing wouldn''t go home.


    Zhang Xiangming was about to exin the whole story when he suddenly turned around and saw Chen Men on the stairs, looking at him and smiling.


    The truth was out, and it couldn''t be hidden anymore.


    But Zhang Xiangming and his wife were also victims.


    When they bought the temple property, Wang Gebi was a god-like figure in the militarypound, capable of turning the clouds and rain. Just as Yan Jun wanted to sell something and Wang Gebi wanted it, they had to buy it to stay in the army.


    Now, how did it be an illegal act?


    Zhang Xiangming couldn''t say anything in front of Chen Men, so he stomped his foot in anger and couldn''t pull Liu Jingjing back home, finally scolding his mother, "Mom, you spoil your daughter too much. Look at her, she''s twenty-something and doesn''t understand anything."


    Liu Jingjing had been spoiled since she was a child and was the little princess of the family.


    No one dared to speak loudly to her, and she immediately snorted: "Sister-inw, how dare you speak to me like that? I''ve already stopped liking Hu Xiaohua. A forced melon doesn''t taste sweet, and he''s not as honest as Xue Mingfang, always touching and grabbing. Do you really want him to take advantage of me?"


    "You... you are shameless!" Zhang Xiangming was anxious and pushed Liu Jingjing towards the house, cursing as she pushed: "One day you''re with one person, the next day with another. Who do you think you are, some prostitute from the Eight Great Alleys?"


    This remark infuriated Liu Jingjing, who raised her hand to strike: "Zhang Xiangming, you''re a tigress, and you''re greedy for money to the point of risking your life. The milk powder you produced made us all have diarrhea for days, and you still have the nerve to talk."


    It was hot, and Madam Liu was short of breath. The olddy had been having diarrhea recently after consuming the milk powder produced by Zhang Xiangming. Normally, in a quarrel between sisters-inw, she should side with her daughter, but now she had to support her daughter-inw.


    "Jingjing, hurry and find Hu Xiaohua. You can break upter, but this time he must help your brother, or your brother will be finished," Madam Liu said, pulling her daughter close. "Your good life now is thanks to your older brother and father. Once they retire, you''ll have nothing, understand?"


    Liu Jingjing finally understood: "Mom, has my brother done something illegal? You should have told me earlier. Let''s go home quickly."


    This was the right approach. Spoiling a child also has its limits. Without exining the consequences, how would she understand?


    After muchmotion, the three women finally decided to go home.


    Chen Men found the situation amusing. She was wearing jeans, and her pager was tucked in the pocket on her backside. Without going downstairs, she took it out and, in front of Madam Liu and the other two, directly called Hu Xiaohua.


    Addressing the phone, and also Madam Liu and the others, Chen Men spoke slowly and clearly: "Hello, is this the 126 pager service? I just want to leave a message. Please tell the owner of pager number 38572, Hu Xiaohua, that his sister-inw, Chen Men, has heard that the milk powder from their factory causes diarrhea in adults. If given to infants, the consequences would be unimaginable. As the legal representative, if such an incident urs after the product is on the market, the police will investigate, and he will go to jail. Do you understand? If he doesn''t believe me, let him take the business license to the Industrial and Commercial Office and ask the staff there if what I''m saying is true."


    The legal representative, also known as the legal representative, is the person responsible for legal liabilities.


    In apany, if illegal activities ur during operations, the first person to bear legal responsibility will be the legal representative.


    Hu Xiaohua had mentioned this morning that he was the legal representative of Food Factory 81.


    However, unlike Yan Xishan, who studied and understood the implications, Hu Xiaohua thought that being the legal representative was a sign of trust from the Liu family.


    In fact, Zhang Xiangming made Hu Xiaohua the legal representative because, if the milk powder factory vited regtions and an ident urred, the police would arrest Hu Xiaohua, not her.


    She would make the money, and Hu Xiaohua would serve the time.


    Although Zhang Xiangming was not as adept at maneuvering as Wang Gebi, when it came to ruthlessness, she was no less than Wang Gebi.


    So, while Chen Men was on the phone, Zhang Xiangming, who had been unlocking the door, slowly copsed to the ground.


    Liu Jingjing, seeing her sister-inw''s pale face and sitting on the ground, was also frightened and asked, "Sister-inw, what''s wrong with you?"


    "Jingjing, you probably have to marry Hu Xiaohua. You must marry him," Zhang Xiangming said.


    Liu Jingjing suddenlyughed: "Sister-inw, a while ago, when I wanted to marry Hu Xiaohua, you wouldn''t let me. Now that I''m tired of him, you want me to marry him. Are you out of your mind?"


    Zhang Xiangming suddenly looked up at Madam Liu and pulled at her clothes, saying, "Mom, persuade her, hurry and persuade Jingjing."


    If Madam Liu were smart and cunning, she wouldn''t have been suppressed by Wang Gebi.


    She also wanted to make money, but marrying Liu Jingjing to Hu Xiaohua? That was impossible.


    So she said, "Jingjing, it''s not a real marriage. Just humor Hu Xiaohua."


    Liu Jingjing was confused by her mother and sister-inw, looking from one to the other, and suddenly raised her voice: "Are you both crazy?"


    Seeing this, Chen Men turned and went downstairs.


    As soon as she got downstairs, she heard heart-wrenching cries from upstairs.


    It was Zhang Xiangming. How happy she had been when she used Liu Jingjing, and now she must be equally devastated.


    Downstairs, she happened to run into Yan Peiheng.


    Chen Men was startled by the old man''s attire.


    He was not only wearing a military uniform but also had numerous medals pinned to his chest, dressed as if for a grand asion.


    Born in 1935, the old man had been delivering messages for the Eighth Route Army at the age of 8, running errands and engaging in guerri warfare. At 15, he joined the army, serving his entire life, including participating in the Korean War and going to Qinghai in 1962.


    At home, he was just an ordinary grandfather, but in his work, the medals on his chest were the sum of all his umted honors over the years.


    The old man''s steps were light, and seeing Chen Mening down the stairs, he frowned and asked, "Are they arguing upstairs?"


    "Yes, you''re having a meeting and need witnesses, right? Are you going to ask Hu Xiaohua to testify?" Chen Men said.


    Yan Peiheng was definitely going to sue Liu Peng, but the Guanyin pendant was stolen by Hu Xiaohua, and its origin needed a witness.


    Earlier, Chen Men had called Hu Xiaohua''s pager, specifically pointing out the implications of Zhang Xiangming making him the legal representative, hoping to secure Hu Xiaohua as a witness for her father-inw.


    The legal representative is the person who shoulders legal responsibilities for apany.


    Why did Zhang Xiangming dare to mess around with the milk powder factory? Because the legal representative was Hu Xiaohua, not her.


    If an ident urred at the factory, the police would arrest Hu Xiaohua, not Zhang Xiangming.


    Poor Hu Xiaohua, who liked drinking but not studying, didn''t understand this and thought being the legal representative was a great honor.


    However, Hu Xiaohua feared nothing more than going to jail.


    After Chen Men exined the consequences, she should have woken him from his dream.


    He would definitely attend and testify for Yan Peiheng.


    Yan Peiheng also said, "I think you can get the jade pendant from Xiaohua and make him testify for us, right?"


    The good thing about this old manpared to Yan Zhao was that.


    Yan Zhao didn''t trust Chen Men much, always doubting her in many matters.


    But Yan Peiheng was different. He seemed to believe that anything Chen Men was willing to do, she could do well.


    Just then, the elevator door opened, and out came Secretary Mao: "Chief, what''s going on? Are you going to the Military Commission to report?"


    "Not to report, go to Food Factory 81 and find Hu Xiaohua. Take him with me. I''m going to report to the leaders of the Military Commission about how Commander Liu has been appointing people based on favoritism, pulling strings, and forming cliques, and how shamelessly he has been aligning with capitalism. Let''s go," Yan Zhao said.


    "This, is it that serious?" Secretary Mao''s voice changed.


    Yan Peiheng said, "If we don''t take action, the discipline of the military will really be in jeopardy!"


    So the situation was really serious.


    Normally, since Commander Liu was still the head, to maintain the harmony of the team and consider the feelings of old colleagues, they would discuss and punish Liu Peng within their team.


    But Yan Peiheng''s temperament meant he wouldn''t do that. For him, there was no room for maneuver, no room forpromise.


    He was going to the Military Commission with his full array of medals to report the situation. He was going to impeach his superiors directly!


    Upstairs, Zhang Xiangming and Madam Liu were still arguing.


    Entering the house, the children, Jim and Little Lang, were ying cards, while Yuanyuan was ying with Su Wen''s small jade pendant. Seeing Chen Mene in, she proudly presented it: "Mom, look, Grandpa gave it to me."


    The jade itself was probably not very valuable.


    Just an ordinary little thing.


    But it was Su Wen''s personal relic, and Yan Wei was about to have a little daughter soon.


    Although Yan Peiheng treated Chen Men and Yuanyuan well, Chen Men had to admit that the old man was quite good in his work, being strict with others and also with himself.


    However, his partiality was the key factor causing disharmony within the family.


    "This belongs to your grandmother, and although Grandpa gave it to us, we can''t keep it. Let''s return it to Grandpa tonight, okay?" Chen Men said.


    "Okay," Yuanyuan replied cheerfully.


    Children of this era have seen all sorts of fun things and didn''t ce much value on a jade pendant.


    Chen Men rolled up her sleeves, ready to head to the kitchen, when she saw Little Wanging out of it.


    The kitchen, which had been a mess at noon, was now clean and tidy. While the younger kids were ying, Little Wang had been the one cleaning up.


    Tomorrow was the registration day, followed by exams the day after, and then Gu Xiao and Yan Jun''s family would arrive.


    Chen Men noticed that Little Wang had been working hardtely and wanted him to take a break, rx a bit, and then go to the exam. So she said, "Yan Wangqi, it''s too hot, and there isn''t even a popsicle in the fridge. Go downstairs and buy us some popsicles."


    "I''m busy, I still have to review my lessons," Little Wang replied without raising his eyebrows.


    Ever since the incidentst month, not only had he been in a huff with his father, but he had also barely spoken to Chen Men. Yan Zhao was a workaholic who could alsomunicate, but Little Wang had be a silent workaholic.


    Chen Men suddenly felt something was off.


    Little Wang had also thrown tantrums before, but they usually passed in a few days. This time, his tantrum seemed to havested too long.


    "Jim, you and Little Wang are close. Do you know what''s wrong with himtely? Why is he unhappy?" Chen Men asked Jim.


    Jim was busy ying cards and eximed, "Auntie, don''t bother me! Why would Yan Wangqi be unhappy? You didn''t decorate his room."


    Chen Men stood there, suddenly realizing.


    During the renovation of the new house, Little Wang hadn''t chosen his own room.


    But he must have sneaked a look and found that Little Lang and Yuanyuan''s bedrooms were beautifully decorated, while his was just an empty room.


    Effectivemunication is essential, even with children.


    Chen Men had nned to buy Little Wang the most expensive item, but if she didn''t tell him, how would he know?


    Little Wang must have been worried because of Yuanyuan''s situation, fearing he would be sent away and that Chen Men would no longer want him.


    She had been too busy and forgot to tell Little Wang about it, which was a failure she needed to reflect on.


    You can choose not to have or raise a child.


    But if you do, you must be responsible for them.


    For over a month, this child had not only lost face due to the early love issue but also knew that Chen Men hadn''t decorated his room. He worried about many things but still had to study hard.


    How much pressure must he have been under?


    How much did he struggle every night?


    No wonder he had be even thinner in the past month, tall and skinny, almost rming.


    From the 18th floor, the view was incredibly broad.


    By chance, outside the high wall of the first-ss familypound, a dozen-story building''s rooftop had someone installing an advertisement. Half of the advertisement was painted with: "Inteli486 - Price: 19800."


    There was a picture of an old-fashionedputer with a telephone underneath, and below the picture was a small line with the address of theputer store.


    Chen Men saw Little Wang at the balcony, writing his homework at Yan Peiheng''s usual desk. She pointed at the advertisement and asked, "Little Wang, can you see the address clearly? Where exactly is it? I want to buy you aputer, like the one in the advertisement, okay?"


    On such a hot day, with the window open, a cool breeze blew in from the high-rise.


    Little Wang was stunned: "What?"


    "I''m buying you aputer. Your bedroom in the new house is the smallest, but I think it doesn''t matter for a boy your age. Your world isn''t just in your bedroom. I heard thatputers can be used not only for work but also formunication with people abroad through a telephone line. With aputer, your world will be even broader, and you and Jim canmunicate every day." Chen Men said in one breath.


    Little Wang, who had been holding his breath and acting coldly for a whole month, suddenly turned his head away, quickly wiping away his tears. After a long silence, he said, "I have five thousand yuan, I can give it to you, and the rest, I''ll pay you back when I grow up and earn money."


    "Okay," Chen Men said, ruffling his crew cut.


    Little Wang had indeed sneaked a look at the new house. He saw that Yuanyuan''s bedroom was being soft-packed, and Little Lang''s bedroom had a big Doraemon painted on the wall, but he couldn''t find his own room.Aliali: 67334fd3b256fc3ba2c49


    He thought his mother hadn''t decorated his room because of Yuanyuan and was going to abandon him.


    He had been silently preparing for the future, nning to live alone and independently.


    But he never expected that his mother was going to spend twenty thousand yuan to buy him aputer.


    "I''ll definitely get the first ce this time," Little Wang said, lowering his head.


    In the background, Yuanyuan hummed a tune, and Jim and Little Lang yed cards with a pping sound. The pen scratched on the paper, and Little Wang said again, "I''ll definitely be your proudest son, you just watch."


    Two drops of tears fell onto the paper, but he remained expressionless and said, "I''m not crying, it''s leaking from the ceiling."


    Only Chen Men would believe such a lie.


    "It must be leaking from upstairs, I''ll go check," she replied seriously.


    As she walked away, the leak got worse, dripping loudly, soaking the entire exam paper.


    Little Wang covered his face, his small shoulders trembling violently.

 Chapter 136

    Hu Xiaohua had never been to the Military Commission''s General Office before.


    Just after finishing his testimony and stepping out of the First Commander''s office, where all the leaders of the Army General Command were gathered.


    Liu Peng was also there, currently reporting to the leaders about the items he received from Yan Jun and the bribery situation, speaking haltingly. At over forty, almost fifty years old, his voice carried a sob.


    "At the time, Yan Jun wanted to give the items to Wang Gebi himself, but he didn''t dare, so he asked me to pass them on. He went to America, living a life of paradise, while I, who dedicated my life to the army, what have I gained?" he said.


    Yan Peiheng replied, "Yan Jun will be arrested as soon as hends."


    "His son is in the military in America..." Liu Peng added.


    But another person interrupted him, saying, "ording to our intelligence, Yan Mike was admitted to West Point but only stayed for a month before taking a leave of absence due to illness. This time, he will return with Yan Jun and Gu Xiao."


    So not only Gu Xiao and Yan Jun, but Mike would also being back.


    "Then arrest them all uponnding," Yan Peiheng reiterated.


    The intelligence officer hesitated, "It''s said that Yan Mike attempted suicide three times in a row, his mental state is extremely unstable, which is why he was dismissed from West Point."


    Hu Xiaohua was shocked. He had seen Mike when he was younger, then known as Yan Lu, a particrly handsome boy. Going to America, he should have been living in paradise, serving in the military there, how glorious and impressive, yet he had attempted suicide, and not just once but three times?


    At that moment, Yan Peiheng said, "Don''t talk about Yan Jun or Mike, those are my family matters. I have already taken them to militaryw, the military tribunal will give everyone the final answer. But Commander Liu has crossed the policy red line and must be publicly punished."


    The top leader of the army, Chao Commander, wanted to persuade Yan Peiheng to let the matter rest, saying, "Yan Laozong, after all, Commander Liu has been to Korea, cooperated with you in Qinghai, fought on the same battlefield. And now, with therge-scale demobilization and the changes in national policy, the situation is not very stable. Publicizing this matter now would give capital countries a handle."


    In essence, although Commander Liu had crossed the policy red line, to publicize it would affect the army''s credibility among the people, which would not be good for the entire army.


    Yan Peiheng then asked Chao Commander, "Chao Laozong, at what age did you and your wife end your long-distance marriage? And what position is your son currently in?"


    Chao Commander replied, "My wife and I were together at 47, and my son has been transferred to work in a steel mill, where the efficiency is poor, and he is currently undergoingyoff procedures."


    Yan Peiheng nodded and said, "You know, both my sons have been transferred. My wife and I were separated for life, never meeting until death. Since we have both made the same sacrifices, you can choose not to demand, but I must demand. My bottom line is that Commander Liu must retire without any position, and Liu Peng must also be expelled."


    "How about this, we don''t publicize Yan Jun''s case, and give Commander Liu a chance to ease into retirement, let him take a secondary position for a couple of years first, so we can all be more harmonious," Chao Commander suggested.


    Yan Peiheng immediately retorted, "If you do that, I won''t care about our decades-long friendship. I will continue to report this matter upwards."


    "We''re all old, why go through this trouble? Can''t you just retire peacefully?" Chao Commander raised his voice.


    Yan Peiheng countered, "You may be old, but I am not. I still consider myself a young man, full of ambition and aspirations. If over a million soldiers have been demobilized, and if the military tribunal finds me guilty, even I should be demobilized. This cut must be made, I don''t mind taking the knife myself or being stabbed by it. This is about national honor, the mission on the shoulders of our generation, the sense of responsibility for the nation. Regarding the policy red line, I cannot back down."


    Immediately, Chao Commander''s face grew increasingly grim.


    Reporting further up would reach national-level leaders.


    And Yan Peiheng''s call for severe punishment would not be limited to Commander Liu alone.


    Once Commander Liu was dealt with, reporting it upwards would surely enrage the leaders, leading to another major purge and overhaul within the army.


    Chao Commander, ten years older than Yan Peiheng, trulycked the energy for such a fight.


    Mutual nces, decades of friendship, like brothers.


    But Yan Peiheng''s character was such that, in Qinghai, Commander Liu was merely hismander, while he was the generalmander. Now, Commander Liu was his superior, all because of his straightforward, self-sacrificing nature that would hurt himself to harm the enemy.


    He was a steel de, only to be broken, never bent.


    Time ticked by, second by second.


    Hu Xiaohua, outside, was bored, standing loosely and crookedly.


    But suddenly hearing Yan Peiheng cough violently, he straightened up immediately.


    Somehow, he felt he should stand taller, his chest should be held higher because of Grandpa Yan Peiheng. Because when it came to honor, honor, and responsibility, Hu Xiaohua would think it was all bullshit.


    But Yan Peiheng was his distant rtive, and Hu Xiaohua had seen his life. Except for not returning to the capital when Su Wen died, causing gossip in the vige, Grandpa Yan was impable in public matters.


    Since Yan Peiheng was so tough, Hu Xiaohua couldn''t be too weak.


    He decided that from today on, he would be like Xue Mingfang, Wang Meng, Yan Peiheng, and Yan Zhao, a person with honor and responsibility.


    From today on, he would be a new Hu Xiaohua.


    And in the meeting room, whether to cut Commander Liu and conduct a full military discipline overhaul.


    Or to let the matter rest, everyone finishing their term peacefully, had yet to be decided.


    ...


    As for Chen Men, she didn''t n to cook dinner today, wanting to take the kids out to try the newly opened McDonald''s.


    Nowadays, units often issue KFC or McDonald''s coupons as benefits.


    Although she could be generous when buying aputer for Little Wang, 271 hadn''t reached the stage of dividends yet. And if Chen Men guessed correctly, Grandpa Yan was so eager for her toe to the capital because he disapproved of Zhang Xiangming''s actions and wanted her to take over Food Factory 81.


    The scope of operations was expanding, money bing just numbers on paper.


    But the days when Chen Men imagined having a dividend of hundreds of thousands or even millions, where she could lie down and make money without working, were getting further and further away.


    Last year, her total ie was only 200,000, and household expenses were high, money flowing like water. Areas that needed saving had to be saved, and conveniences that needed to be taken had to be taken.


    So in the afternoon, she didn''t cook, waiting for Yan Peiheng toe back and take out his benefit coupons to take the kids out for a meal.


    Of course, the severity of Liu Peng''s situation could be seen from the reactions of the leaders in this building.


    Just as Yan Zhao returned, Chen Men opened the door to see Aunt Cui and Auntie Xi sitting in the corridor, chatting, their faces not looking too good.


    These two aunts didn''t talk much with Chen Men.


    But they had formed an extraordinary friendship with Yan Zhao due to his good impression on themst time.


    "Yan Zhao, your Uncle Cui and Uncle Xu were urgently called to the Military Commission for a meeting, do you know what''s going on?" Auntie Xi asked first.


    In the summer, the corridor was cooler than indoors. These two aunts were used to chatting here, their stools ced in fixed positions. Worried that Yan Zhao wouldn''t sit, Aunt Cui quickly fetched a small stool from home, patting it and saying, "Come, sit down, let''s talk properly."


    Yan Zhao had just reported in, but judging from Yan Peiheng''s character, he would definitely use this incident as a trigger for a full military discipline overhaul.


    But for the two aunts,fort was still necessary, so he said, "The problem shouldn''t be too big, at most, Liu Peng will be internally criticized."


    "I heard your Uncle Cui say they''re going to investigate the dairy factory," Aunt Cui added.


    In the style of the Chinese people, some issues are not taken seriously, and people just watch and criticize, but when a leader takes the lead and investigates seriously, Food Factory 81 is full of holes. Not to mention the short-weight milk powder currently on the shelves of various stores, the quality of the new milk powder is also problematic when checked. The certificates were obtained through irregr procedures, which makes the situation even more serious.


    "Fortunately, your daughter-inw Mei was smart enough to withdraw," Auntie Xi said.


    Aunt Cui quickly praised her daughter-inw: "For the milk powder factory, she bought so many books and even signed up for sses. She kept talking about how Zhang Xiangming might not be able to handle it, and look, something happened, didn''t it?"


    "So, people... Hey, Yan Zhao, wait, let''s chat a bit longer," the olddies'' gossip was long and tedious, and Yan Zhao couldn''t help but want to leave, but the two olddies didn''t want him to go.


    "I need to go home and cook. How about youe to my ce for dinner tonight?" Yan Zhao replied.


    "No, no, go cook," Aunt Cui said.


    Gossip is like this: as long as the fire doesn''t burn on oneself, everyone likes to watch. But now, the upstairs is quiet, and no one knows how Commander Liu''s family is doing. The militarymittee meeting is also unknown, and everyone is curious.


    Entering the house, Yan Zhao indeed knew where his father kept his valuable items.


    Opening the drawer in the study, he found a stack of McDonald''s and KFC vouchers, but unfortunately, the old man didn''t eat much, and many of them had expired.


    "Let''s go, take the kids out to eat," he said.


    "What about Dad? How will he eat?" Chen Men asked.


    This was a rare moment of warmth for Chen Men from Yan Zhao. He said, "I''ll soak the rice and cook some porridge for him, with a few cold dishes. He''s been in a bad mood today, so he needs something light."


    Tonight, the militarymittee meeting might not end untilte.


    Jim was used to eating at McDonald''s and found it strange why they would go out for fast food.


    Little Wang thought the burgers at McDonald''s weren''t as good as KFC''s and didn''t want to eat his, giving it to Little Lang.


    As for Little Lang, he could eat anything, even if it was just a stool dipped in sauce. He ate three burgers and still wasn''t satisfied, lifting his shirt and patting his little belly, asking Chen Men, "Mom, do you think my little belly is bulging?"


    If Chen Men said no, he would finish the remaining half of Yuanyuan''s burger.


    Chen Men quickly took the remaining half from Yuanyuan and gave it to Yan Zhao, telling Little Lang, "Your belly isn''t bulging, but remember, you didn''t practice boxing or hit the sandbag today. Eating too much will make it hard for you to sleep tonight."


    Yan Zhao didn''t eat burgers and was wondering what to do with it.


    Little Lang thought for a moment and took it from his dad: "I''ll go for a run tonight, twops will burn it off."


    So, he still had to eat that half!


    Coming out of McDonald''s, they found aputer store right across the street.


    In the future, there would be specializedputer streets, but now,puter stores were also in bustling Wangfujing. Many people looked, but few ordered, as in this era, a house in the capital cost only about 50,000 yuan, and spending 20,000 yuan on aputer was rare.


    Chen Men hadn''t mentioned to Yan Zhao about buying aputer for Little Wang.


    Yan Zhao was willing to learn new things and wanted Little Wang and Little Lang to learn too.


    But money was the biggest issue.


    Chen Men was afraid that Yan Zhao would refuse due to the cost.


    She didn''t want to hurt his pride but also needed to buy theputer. Chen Men always believed that couples shouldn''t argue, so she was thinking about how to discuss this with Yan Zhao.


    As soon as Little Wang entered the store, he started chatting enthusiastically with a kid about his age.


    Jim had aputer at home in the U.S. and knew how to operate it. He used the store''s demo machine to show Little Lang and Yuanyuan how to y with theputer. On the 486puter screen, pressing F8 plus another key would make a little mouse run around, which was incredibly fun. Little Lang and Yuanyuan immediately gathered around: "Jim, you''re so amazing."


    Jim was proud: "I can also y Minesweeper. Do you want to see?"


    "Minesweeper, teach me," Little Lang said.


    Jim quickly opened theputer game and yed happily with Little Lang and Yuanyuan.


    Yan Zhao watched for a while, then said to Chen Men, "The crime rate arising from this will be high in the future." As a public security officer specializing in criminalw, he could see potential crimes in everything.


    "How about this, let''s buy one for Little Wang''s room, and you and I can learn too," Chen Men suggested.


    Yan Zhao frowned but surprisingly agreed: "Let''s buy one. Our annual bonus is two thousand, and the Party School in the capital is preparing topile a ''Comprehensive Criminal Law,'' inviting me to contribute some cases and my opinions on prosecution and sentencing. They''ll pay five thousand for that..." He was thinking about how to gather the money.


    "Plus some of Little Wang''s money," Chen Men added, "The rent from the wholesale market over the past three years has umted to sixty thousand, which is Little Wang''s money."


    "Buy it!" Yan Zhao said decisively.


    This was good; Chen Men was still thinking about how to persuade Yan Zhao, but he had already gone to order theputer.


    But people couldn''t carry tens of thousands of yuan with them when going out, and theputer also needed time to be configured.


    So they ordered today, and the store would deliver it in a few days.


    After ordering, it was time to go home.


    Yan Zhao suddenly turned around and saw Little Wang excitedly talking to a boy slightly shorter than him. It was evening, and the light wasn''t good, so he couldn''t see who the boy was, but Yan Zhao didn''t recognize him, not a familiar face.


    He frowned for a long time before asking Chen Men, "Why did Little Wang suddenly change again today?"


    With one hand on his hip and the other pointing, his former arrogance and pride returned in an instant, talking andughing, and constantly calling out "buddy."


    Chen Men knew why Little Wang was happy and didn''t say much, just called out, "Yan Wangqi, let''s go home."


    "Buddy, give me your contact information, I''ll find you another day," Little Wang said to the other child.


    The boy gave Little Wang a business card, acting like an adult with a small leather bag, and waved goodbye.


    "Who is that? Do you know him?" Yan Zhao asked.


    Little Wang immediately became obedient in front of his dad: "I don''t know him, but we got along well. He said he has a twenty-thousand-yuan business deal he wants to cooperate with me on. After the exams, I want to invite him to dinner and discuss the cooperation!"


    Yan Zhao looked at Chen Men, almost saying outright: a scammer.


    Chen Men chuckled: "Little Wang doesn''t have money, at most he''ll be scammed out of a meal. Let the kid have fun."


    Scams were so widespread.


    Kids under 1.6 meters tall talked about twenty-thousand-yuan business deals.


    And covering the Pacific or blowing up the Himyas were also popr big business opportunities.


    This era was characterized by scammers, big talkers.


    The capital at night was more lively than during the day, especially in Wangfujing, full of small stalls. Little Lang saw some stalls with air rifle games, some giving toys, others giving money.


    How could he miss such an opportunity?


    So he yed through them all, winning a Doraemon doll for himself, a Russian nesting doll for Yuanyuan, and a new deck of cards for Little Wang and Jim. By the time they got home, it was past 11 p.m.


    Getting out of the taxi at thepound gate, they saw Secretary Mao with two doctors in white coats, looking around.


    Seeing Yan Zhao, Secretary Mao immediately exined, "The meeting hasn''t ended yet. The leader felt ufortable in his chest during the meeting, so I came back early. I was going to call the doctors to the militarymittee office, but he said to wait at the gate; Commander Yan should be here soon."


    "It''s sote; can the old man endure it?" Chen Men asked.


    Secretary Mao smiled and said, "Our country has many diplomatic rtions to establish with other countries this year. We''ve already established rtions with eight countries in the first half of the year. With each diplomatic rtionship, the military needs to conduct exercises, making it an especially heavy task. It''s perfectly normal for themander to work overtime until this hour."


    High-level work is never easy, and the higher up you go, the more exhausting it bes.


    It was already eleven-thirty at night, and Yan Peiheng still hadn''t left work - this was amon urrence for him.


    Yan Zhao sighed softly and said, "Men, you all wait here. I''ll go upstairs to make some porridge."


    People understand each other through their interactions. If they hadn''t lived together, Yan Zhao would never have known how demanding his father''s work was. Although he still harbored resentment towards Yan Peiheng, at least he was now willing to make a bowl of porridge for the old man.


    Chen Men thought that if Su Wen''s spirit was watching from heaven, she would probably be happy to see father and son getting along.


    After all, what mother doesn''t wish for her sons to live well?


    "They''re here," Secretary Mao suddenly announced.


    Three Leopard vehicles arrived silently in the dark night.


    Being an excellent chief secretary, Secretary Mao knew exactly how to handle situations. He opened the car door first to wee Commander Liu, asking softly, "How are you feeling? I''ve called for a doctor to examine you all."


    The doctor was actually called only for Yan Peiheng, but it was diplomatic to phrase it that way.


    Commander Liu was even older than Yan Peiheng and in poorer health. Fortunately, he had gone with Liu Peng today. After a round of meetings where he was criticized throughout, Liu Peng, worried about the old man''s health, had already called for a doctor who was in the car.


    Waving his hand, he said, "Go check on Old Yan, I''m fine."


    Although they had been banging tables and arguing fiercely during the meeting, they were all high-ranking officials with decades of history together. Moreover, they lived in the same building. Once outside the conference room, all seven or eight of them maintained polite civility.


    Yan Peiheng even stayed a step behind, supporting Commander Liu''s hand.


    Minister Cui and his group walked behind them.


    In the dark night, moths swarmed around the streetmps, repeatedly crashing into the bright lights. Though they knew collision meant death, they couldn''t help themselves - it was their life''s purpose.


    Commander Liu watched the moths and sighed deeply: "Isn''t life just like these moths?"


    Yan Peiheng replied, "If one lives meaningfully and stays true to oneself, even as a moth, there are no regrets in this life."


    Commander Liu nodded, then stopped when he saw Little Lang, "Is this your grandson?"


    "Yes, the one I mentioned who''s exceptionally good at sniping," Yan Peiheng said.


    Commander Liu had probably heard Yan Peiheng mention Little Lang often and expected a young man. He hadn''t anticipated seeing a short, chubby child in shorts, with legs like carrots and feet likerge fans. Looking at his features, he was only seven or eight years old. Themander nodded and said, "A young hero indeed!"


    "Yes, our era has passed," Minister Cui added.


    Commander Liu let out a long sigh: "Indeed, our era has passed."


    Clearly, after the meeting where Commander Liu had been criticized, his words were full of mncholy.


    They had reached the elevator, and Secretary Mao, being observant, noticed Yan Peiheng''s expression was still normal. Although there were many people and Chen Men should have taken the next elevator, he gave her a gentle push into the current one, gesturing for her to go up first, while he stayed behind with the doctor and children for the next elevator.


    At first, Chen Men didn''t think much of it when entering.


    But then she realized how awkward it was - she was the only civilian in an elevator full of seven or eight military officers.


    Commander Liu stood next to Chen Men and suddenly turned to look at her with somber eyes.


    At that moment, Minister Xu spoke up: "Chao Commander was right. We should always maintain vignce against capitalism. Chen Men and Cui Min already have experience with Factories 271 and 291. With them running Food Factory 81, they should be able to do better than Zhang Xiangming."


    Chen Men had known when she came that the old man wanted her to take over the milk powder factory.


    She hadn''t expected it to be decided today.


    Commander Liu''s gaze remained dark, his inner feelings must have beenplex.


    He probably couldn''t understand why Cui Min and Chen Men could run businesses so well while his daughter-inw couldn''t.


    No, he probably didn''t think she couldn''t do it, but rather that Yan Peiheng and Minister Cui had joined forces to defeat him.


    Father and son exchanged nces, both Liu Peng and Commander Liu giving coldughs, their eyes full of destion.


    The elevator stopped at the 17th floor where several leaders got off. At the 18th floor, Minister Cui, Minister Xu, and Yan Peiheng were to get off, while Commander Liu and two others would continue to the 19th floor. Before leaving the elevator, Yan Peiheng instructed Liu Peng, "Take good care of your father. The Military Commission wasn''t too harsh on you, only requiring you to transfer to civilian work and make your own way. That''s already quite lenient. Yan Jun is my son, and he must go to prison, understand?"


    So the matter of Liu Peng and his wife bribing Wang Gebi ended with Liu Peng''s forced military discharge - this was actually quite a favorable oue.


    "Alright, I will. Uncle Yan, please take care of your health too," Liu Peng said.


    In today''s meeting, Yan Peiheng had ultimately used his missed final moment with his wife, Yan Jun''s detention, and the early transfers of Yan Zhao and Yan Wei to negotiate a clean break with Commander Liu''s family. Subsequently, the military would begin thoroughly investigating disciplinary vitions under his firm leadership.


    Commander Liu epted his defeat gracefully - after all, who couldpare to Yan Peiheng?


    He imed to love his wife, yet chose work over seeing her onest time when she was dying.


    He said he loved his sons, but cut them off when necessary and arrested them when required. His iron will and ruthless treatment of his own family allowed him tomand respect in the military.


    The sharp conflicts and mutual hatred and resentment between them dissolved into these exchanges of "take care."


    After leaving the elevator, Minister Cui and Yan Peiheng still needed to discuss several matters, because the Military Commission had assigned Food Factory 81 as a task to Factory 271. But 271 was a clothing factory while 81 was a food factory - they werepletely different industries. With Gu Xiaoing soon, they needed to discuss how Chen Men would receive him, and whether he would still invest after meeting Chen Men.


    Moreover, with the Military Commission paying attention, they worried whether Chen Men could sessfully manage a food factory that was causing so much trouble.


    Since Cui Min was also a shareholder, Minister Cui had to be concerned as well.


    However, before the two old men could start their discussion, they suddenly heard footstepsing down the stairs, and several women appeared.


    Liu Jingjing was leading them.


    This girl, when they needed her help, she was busy wanting to go disco dancing and refused to help.


    Now she understood the gravity of the situation, and the innocence from earlier that afternoon was gone from her face. She hesitantly called out, "Uncle Yan?"


    Yan Peiheng had a soft spot for young girls and was always gentle with them.


    "Jingjing, what is it?" he asked.


    Liu Jingjing said, "I heard the Military Commission gave Factory 81 to Chen Men and my sister Cui Min?"


    Yan Peiheng nodded and said, "You''re still young, your father is just retiring, and your brother is just transferring to civilian work. It won''t affect your life much. It''ste, you should go to bed."


    Liu Jingjing originally couldn''t bring herself to say what came next, but Zhang Xiangming was giving her meaningful looks.


    "That''s nice, I suppose the military district will gradually belong to the Cui and Yan families now," Liu Jingjing said with a smile. "It''s all about making money, all about exploiting military assets. You''re just better at it than my brother and sister-inw."


    What kind of talk was this?


    Yan Peiheng, already feeling unwell, suddenly clutched his chest.


    Chen Men had indeed received the factory - arge factory in central Beijing. Even without considering milk powder production, just the location alone, if rented out for thirty years, would bring in significant capital. So she couldn''t defend herself.


    But she was extremely angry, firstly because the milk powder factory was the most difficult business to run, and secondly because although Commander Liu had been criticized in the meeting and asked to retire, clearly Zhang Xiangming and his wife hadn''t realized what they had done wrong, and were still trying to smear others.


    At this moment, Yan Zhao came out from his home, holding a spat and wearing an apron.


    Like a super dad, he had been cooking.


    "Liu Jingjing?"


    "Uncle ck Face?" Liu Jingjing said.


    Yan Zhao asked, "I heard you went to technical school, but you''re also attending night university, studying business management?"


    Liu Jingjing had always preferred dating to studying, so she only attended technical school. After graduating, she worked managing archives at a police station, but now with units increasingly requiring higher education, she was forced to attend night university, studying business management.


    "Do you know what the term ''bad money drives out good'' means in economics?" Yan Zhao asked again.


    "Bad money drives out good," Liu Jingjing seemed to have heard of it, but didn''t understand what it meant.


    She not only loved romance but also idols and stardom. She liked actors like Chen Daoming, Xu Yajun, and Hong Kong-Taiwan stars like Andy Lau and Chow Yun-fat. She would stare at their postcards during ss and never paid attention to the teacher.


    "Today, I visited the milk powder market, and almost all the milk powders have issues with weight discrepancies. I also visited the industrial andmercial, quarantine departments, and in the capital, out of five milk powderpanies, none of them have their qualifications in order ording to policy regtions," Yan Zhao continued, "The quality of the raw milk, the quality of the milk powder, and the production costs are all part of the cost. Others don''t have these costs, so they can set the price very low. But if you want to produce quality products, the costs will be high. This afternoon, I chatted with the principal at the Party School, and he said this is called ''bad money drives out good,'' a market pathology."


    Zhang Xiangming was a vulgar man who couldn''t understand and let out a coldugh, "Yan the big public security, speak in innguage, what does that mean? We don''t get it."


    "Milk powder is hard to produce, and it won''t be profitable within four or five years," Yan Zhao said, "To make money, you have to break thew."


    Zhang Xiangming was about to retort, "But I''m making money."


    "So you''re breaking thew. I''ll have Hu Xiaohua file a report, and the capital''s public security and industrial andmercial departments will jointly investigate you," Yan Zhao followed up.


    "Oh!" Zhang Xiangming clutched his chest with a sharp cry, pping his hands, "But the government needs money, quarantine needs money, clinical trials need a lot of money, and importing a drying tower also requires..." Halfway through her words, she suddenly realized this was exactly what Yan Zhao had said¡ªto make money is to break thew.


    What kind of situation is this? For the first time, she found that business is really damn hard!


    Chen Men also realized that the country''s method of sending people to Party School for further studies is quite good.


    Yan Zhao, if he only buries himself in his work for a long time, won''t keep up with the development of the economic environment.


    But giving him some time to study, he can understand the difficulties the economic environment is facing.


    As he said, in the next ten years, the milk powder market, due to the chaos in quarantine and clinical trials, will see low-quality milk powder selling well at low prices, while high-quality milk powder will face the dilemma of having no market and prices that can''t be raised.


    This is also why Chen Men has never been enthusiastic about milk powder.


    The market is too difficult to operate, and it''s unlikely to be profitable within a few years.


    Liu Jingjing didn''t understand any of this. After being scolded by the ck-faced uncle, she turned to Zhang Xiangming and said, "Annoying, why did you make me say that? Look, this ck uncle is scolding me again."


    She was going toin to Chen Men, reaching out to pull her, "Sister-inw, look at the ck-faced uncle, he''s being mean to me again."


    Her nails were long, and with a sudden pull, she scratched Chen Men''s arm with a tearing sound.


    "Ah, it hurts!" Chen Men cried out.


    Yan Zhao walked over, saw a red mark on Chen Men''s arm, looked up, and sternly scolded Liu Jingjing, "Right now, go upstairs."


    "You''re so strange, why are you so gentle with her and mean to me?" Liu Jingjing''s mind went nk and she blurted out.


    "Just because she''s my wife, my beloved, your sister-inw!" Yan Zhao said sternly.


    After a moment of staring at each other, Liu Jingjing finally gave in under Yan Zhao''s fierce, unyielding gaze, stomped her feet, and cried as she went upstairs, "Annoying, so annoying!"


    Madam Liu and Zhang Xiangming didn''t understand the intricacies of this situation. They exchanged a nce, and Madam Liu couldn''t be bothered to help her daughter-inw: "You really are, out of so many military factories, you had to pick one that doesn''t make money, causing all this trouble, you''ve ruined the family!"


    Zhang Xiangming also had his own grievances. The other military factories were all in other ces, only this one was at home.


    This family, trying to do business like others, ended up with Commander Liu cutting everything off, Liu Peng directly retiring from the army, ending up with nothing, and still facing jointw enforcement from public security and industrial andmercial departments.


    They exchanged a nce, wanting to cry but having no tears, and went upstairs.


    Chen Men''s family entered the house to find two doctors and Secretary Mao following, with Yan Peiheng standing at the door.


    This old man was also quite tired, it was already 12 o''clock at night, not only could he not rest, but he hadn''t even had dinner.


    Being old, his hair was gray, and because he was wearing thick clothes on a hot day, his back waspletely soaked with sweat, and sweat was seeping from his armpits. He was holding a teacup, drinking tea, and when he saw Chen Men, he asked, "Is it very difficult to run a milk powder factory?"


    Even if it was difficult, she had tofort the old man.


    "It''s not too hard, we''ll take it one step at a time," Chen Men said.


    Little Lang smacked his lips, "Mom, can I drink the milk powder you produce?"


    "Of course, why do you ask?" Chen Men asked.


    "Sun Mingming in our ss, her mom works at a milk powder factory, she said her mom''s milk powder she can''t drink, I can''t either, it''s only for selling to others," Little Lang said seriously.


    Although it was a child''s words, it reflected the current quality of milk powder.


    "Then the milk powder we produce, we''ll definitely let you drink it first," Chen Men said.


    "Can I drink it too?" Yuanyuan asked.


    Chen Men said, "Of course, by then your second uncle''s baby will be born, if the baby wants to drink, we can give it to her, her milk powder is on us, we''ll let her drink it during clinical trials, and we''ll also pay your Aunt Qi, this is called clinical trials."Aliali: 674848d2c4f3f33ac476a007


    "Okay. But mom, I''m so sleepy, I want to go to bed," Yuanyuan said, already closing her eyes and drowsily lying on the bed.


    The family chatted, not minding the outsiders.


    The two doctors checked Yan Peiheng''s heart, wrote a medical record as usual, and then went back to their posts to work.


    For Chen Men''s family, it was just an ordinary chat andugh.


    But as the two doctors entered the elevator, one looked at the other and smiled, "Are you nning to have a child?"


    "Soon, my wife is preparing for pregnancy," the other replied.


    The first one said, "If your wife doesn''t have milk, let her eat from Food Factory 81, their milk powder is safe for their own children."


    "I was thinking the same, good milk powder is hard to find," the other one sighed.


    The two doctors talked and left the elevator, returning to work.


    And the demand for food safety, at present, is just that low!

 Chapter 137

    Yan Peiheng hadn''t known how difficult it was to make milk powder.


    He neither consumed milk powder nor paid attention to that market until today, until Yan Zhao brought it up, and he realized he might have caused another problem for his daughter-inw.


    Chen Men was taking a shower, and the children were already snoring. Late at night, Yan Zhao made porridge and prepared several cold dishes: shredded cucumber with plenty of vinegar, both sour and refreshing, and thinly sliced pig ears also with plenty of vinegar, chewy and increasingly fragrant with each bite.


    These father and son had rarely eaten together when Yan Zhao was young, because Yan Zhao didn''t get along with his grandmother, who often chased him away from the dining table to eat by the main door.


    As for eating alone with his father, it had never happened before.


    When Yan Peiheng was younger, he rarely paid attention to this quiet, taciturn third son. But now, besides feeling genuinely proud of him, Yan Peiheng suddenly discovered he had developed a certain emotion. He had never been afraid of anything, always charging forward in battle, never fearing even the strongest enemies.


    But with Yan Zhao, he somehow felt a subtle fear.


    He was actually somewhat afraid of his own son.


    Yet he couldn''t quite understand where this fear came from.


    This puzzled Yan Peiheng; he became fearful when he saw his son''s displeasure.


    "Did I cause trouble for Men?" he finally asked.


    Seeing his father''s porridge bowl empty, Yan Zhao refilled it: "Yes, milk powder is particrly difficult to produce. If Men takes this on, she won''t be able to make money for five or six years."


    Yan Peiheng sighed: "People nowadays only talk about money. Men loves money too. I''m making her do something unprofitable, so you have the right to be unhappy."


    Yan Zhao suddenly became angry and said, "Dad, regarding Food Factory 81, you didn''t discuss it with Men beforehand and just arbitrarily made her take it on. You''re forcing her to do something she doesn''t want to do. This has nothing to do with whether she loves money or not. Besides, everyone loves money in this era, not just Men. I do too, because this is an era of consumption. Everything requires money. Do you know how much aputer costs? Twenty thousand. My monthly sry is only 680. Even if I don''t eat or drink for two years, I still can''t afford aputer."


    Late at night, faint wisps of steam rose from the porridge bowls.


    The thirty-something son and his sixty-something father gazed at each other.


    The son''s eyes remained sharp and fierce, while the father''s eyes were filled with endless confusion.


    After a long silence, Yan Peiheng suddenly understood why he secretly feared his son. As before, their era had passed, and in the new era, the old ways no longer worked.


    Making milk powder, making quality milk powder, was a great thing that benefited both the country and its people, but it wasn''t profitable.


    In this era, few people pursued honor, and not many people carried mission and responsibility on their shoulders anymore. Everyone was more concerned about money, not because they loved the paper itself, but because houses, cars, and various appliances were what people liked to pursue.


    Just like how they once pursued glory, honor, and carried the sense of national responsibility and mission on their shoulders.


    People''s inner pursuits had changed long ago.


    His pursuits didn''t align with the main theme of this era, yet he was forcing his children to share his ideals - this was why he feared Yan Zhao.


    But even though he understood this, Yan Peiheng wouldn''t waver one bit. After all, his generation had shed blood and tears for the liberation of the new society. Others might change, but since Yan Peiheng held firm to his original intentions, he would never change.


    "No matter what, the milk powder factory must seed. If Men doesn''t want to do it, I''ll voluntarily take a demotion and make it a military district''s self-operated factory. I''ll handle it myself," Yan Peiheng said defiantly.


    Of course, these were just words spoken in anger.


    Now that Commander Liu had been removed, he would take over.


    He had filed charges against Yan Jun, advocating for immediate arrest, forming a contrast to Commander Liu''s attitude of protecting his children. When this was reported upward, he would surely be promoted another step and eventually join the Military Commission.


    Even if he wanted to, the country wouldn''t let him simply run a milk powder factory.


    It was already midnight. Yan Zhao was busy washing dishes in the kitchen.


    Yan Peiheng sat on the balcony, watching the scattered lights outside the window.


    When people get old, they be greedy, fear death, and can''t sleep - mainly because when they close their eyes, they see their wife, daughter, and happy times from the past, making their hearts ache.


    Soon after, seeing that Yan Zhao had finished washing the dishes and dried his hands, he walked to Chen Men''s bedroom door but didn''t enter. He stood at the doorway, listening. Chen Men was sleeping squeezed together with Little Lang and Yuanyuan tonight. None of them were snoring - what could he hear?


    Suddenly, Yan Zhao smiled and shook his head, turning to go to the bathroom.


    The past was vivid in his mind. When Yan Peiheng was young, his wife often didn''t like him being too clingy, preferring to sleep with the children. He too would often get up in the middle of the night and stand outside his wife''s door to listen.


    Perhaps just shallow breathing, or the sound of his wife tucking in the children, would make him smile genuinely. When people are young, happiness is that simple.


    But thinking of this made him think of Yan Wei, his eldest son, who was once held, touched, and kissed in their arms, the son in whom they had ced their greatest hopes.


    Sincest year, not only had he not made a single phone call, but for any matter, he actually had Gu Xiao ry messages to him, his father. Today was already the 7th, and on the 9th he would return to the country, and uponnding, he would immediately be taken into police custody. After not seeing each other for ten years, Yan Peiheng still couldn''t understand how his son had be what he was today.


    Oh right, there was also Mike.


    When he was little, he was called Yan Lu, and was the grandson Yan Peiheng loved even more than Little Wang and Little Lang.


    Back then, Yan Peiheng was still young, not as steady or rather slow as he was now. Whenever he went out, he would always carry little Mike on his shoulders.


    When Mike got into West Point, Yan Peiheng felt secretly proud, thinking his grandson was doing well.


    But recent intelligence said that although he had entered West Point, he had taken a leave of absence due to three suicide attempts.


    The child was only 17, not even an adult yet. Why would he choose such a cowardly act as suicide?


    What had happened to that child?


    The old man sat on the balcony, sleepless all night.


    Early the next morning, while Chen Men was still rubbing her eyes, Secretary Mao brought the military district''s logistics department head Wang.


    This was like pushing a duck onto the perch. Originally, receiving Gu Xiao was supposed to be Zhang Xiangming''s job, but now Chen Men had to do it, and Director Wang needed to coordinate with her.


    "Professor Gu will arrive the day after tomorrow. We originally arranged to use Commander Liu''s car, and two streets outside the military district will be under security lockdown. We''ve already coordinated this with the police station..." Director Wang was saying when Chen Men interrupted him: "Why do we need to lock down the streets?"


    "Professor Gu made the request. He wanted a weing ceremony, and he specifically asked for the street to be locked down because he likes quiet and dislikes noise," Director Wang exined.


    Gu Xiao was someone who could take treating people differently based on their status to the extreme.


    Chen Men was his money-printing machine, so he was extremely friendly to her, never skimping on new mobile phones and various bonuses. But when Zhang Xiangming tried to curry favor with him to get money, he became imperious, trying to make the entire military district lose face through Zhang Xiangming by making excessive demands whenever possible.


    "We''ll find cars from Factory 81 for the reception. As for the security lockdown, that''s not allowed. Notify the police station to cancel everything. Book rooms at the August First Hotel, three rooms first with one more reserved, refund the excess or make up the difference if needed," Chen Men said.


    Director Wang was stunned for a good while before saying, "Alright." Then he asked Chen Men, "If we do it this way, can we secure the investment?"


    "I don''t know, but if we really want to make milk powder, we must do it this way," Chen Men said.


    The change in leadership at Food Factory 81 meant that Gu Xiao''s desire to take over the factory alone could bepletely forgotten, but he was still the major shareholder of 271. Chen Men herself had no money, and to take over the food factory, she still needed to use 271. If Gu Xiao didn''t approve Chen Men''s investment, she would have no choice.


    So after changing the reception arrangements, Chen Men herself wasn''t sure if she could win over Gu Xiao.


    For the sake of food safety, and to ensure Yuanyuan and Little Lang could drink reliable milk powder produced by their own family, she had to win over Gu Xiao.


    Director Wang looked at Chen Men and suddenly smiled, "The milk powder business isn''t easy these days. It''s even harder to make something you''d dare feed your own children. You focus on production, and when the timees, my grandson will drink our milk powder."


    "Alright," Chen Men replied.


    With urgent matters at hand and seeing it was almost eleven o''clock, Chen Men needed to take Little Wang to register.


    Yan Peiheng waste to work today due to feeling unwell, so he left home with Little Wang.


    Hearing that Little Wang had ced second in the Xiping City Math Olympics, he was quite surprised. At the elevator, he reached out to ruffle the boy''s head, saying, "You''re growing up now. It''s time to focus and study seriously."


    Little Wang, wearing a white tank top and long pants, was tall and lean. He tilted his head to dodge his grandfather''srge hand.


    After leaving the elevator, Yan Peiheng went to work.


    Little Wang and Chen Men needed to go to the exam venue at Capital Third Middle School.


    The bus wasn''t crowded at this time, with two empty seats avable.


    Little Wang sat down and confidently told Chen Men, "I''m definitely going to get first ce."


    "That''s the spirit, but it''s okay if you don''t get first ce. The national Math Olympics has many hidden talents. Keep a calm mindset and don''t be too nervous," Chen Men said.


    Little Wang had been nervous for an entire month, and Chen Men worried he might break down if he stayed tense any longer.


    "By the way, Mom, that wholesale market of mine, isn''t the rent sixty thousand now?" Little Wang suddenly asked.


    Chen Men calcted and said, "Sixty-four thousand eight hundred. Why?"


    Pointing to his nose, Little Wang said seriously, "Look at me, do you think I''ve grown up?"


    At twelve years old, the boy hadn''t developed an Adam''s apple yet, but his bone structure was changing. At first nce, he really looked like a young man, with phoenix eyes and slightly dark skin. When he smiled, he had a bit of a mischievous look.


    "You''ve really grown up. Our Little Wang is a young man now," Chen Men said.


    Little Wang continued, "You remember that person I met yesterday, right? He said he''s about to start apany and needs about sixty to seventy thousand in investment. He wants me to join as a partner, I thought..."


    "You''re still young, and he''s just a child too." Chen Men never expected Little Wang would take a young scammer''s words seriously, so she said, "If you want to do business, fine, but you must wait until after you graduate from university."


    Little Wang bit his lip and looked at Chen Men for a moment, then said, "I promise I''ll get first ce this time, but let me meet him one more time. If ites to investing money, I''ll bring him to meet you and Dad, okay?"


    How could a scammer the same age as Little Wang have such power to convince him to invest over sixty thousand?


    This scammer was practically delivering himself to them, Chen Men decided. When hees with Little Wang to meet Yan Zhao, she''d let Yan Zhao catch him.


    Soon, they arrived at Third Middle School. With the household registration book and Chen Men''s ID card, they could line up for the admission ticket.


    It was July, with the sun directly overhead, and the air felt like flowing mes.


    Seeing the line stretched for at least several hundred meters, Little Wang said, "Mom, you wait in the shade under the tree. I''ll line up myself."


    "Be careful not to get lost," Chen Men said.


    Just then, a basketball identally bounced their way from the basketball court. Little Wang caught it with one hand and threw it back, calling out, "If you get lost, stay where you are, and wait for me to find you."


    He was only 12, where did he get the confidence to think he''d need to find his mother if she got lost?


    It was hot, and there were vendors selling cold drinks outside the school gate. Chen Men went out to buy herself an ice cream and a bottle of Coke for Little Wang. While eating and waiting, she suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Dabao, why don''t you go yourself..."


    "Oh Mom, I love you, I''ll take care of you when I grow up. You line up, please. I''m too hot, I can barely walk!" a boy said.


    Chen Men was very familiar with Lu Dabao''s voice, but having not seen him for many years, she almost didn''t recognize him at first nce.


    The 12-year-old boy, Lu Dabao, weighed at least 130 pounds, round and fat, with legs like an elephant''s. Beside him, Zhou Xueqin was slim and graceful. They were about the same height, looking like a cucumber next to a fat winter melon.


    They were also here to register. Zhou Xueqin held an umbre, looking at the line stretching hundreds of meters, and rolled her eyes, saying, "After how your father treated me, and I''m still so good to you. Dabao, you better not disappoint me in the future."


    "Mom, don''t worry. I don''t even remember what my birth mother looks like anymore. You''re the only one in my heart. When I grow up, you''ll be the first person I take care of," Lu Dabao''s sweet talk sounded oddly familiar.


    Zhou Xueqin finally stepped forward to line up.


    Lu Dabao waddled to the shade, his gaze falling on Chen Men. After looking for a while, he said, "Auntie, you look familiar."


    Chen Men smiled but didn''t speak.


    Lu Dabao slowly went outside the school gate and returned shortly with fourrge ice creams and two bottles of Coke.


    Taking alternating sips of Coke and bites of ice cream, soon only one ice cream was left. The boy had practically eaten them one after another.


    Chen Men couldn''t help but ask, "Young man, is that Coke for your mother?"


    The ice cream was melting quickly and needed to be eaten fast, but the Coke could be drunk slowly, so there was still a bottle and a half left.


    Lu Dabao looked at the unopened bottle, suddenly opened it, and tilted his head back, drinking it all in one go.


    Spreading his hands, he said, "My mom never drinks Coke or has cold drinks." Then he added, "Auntie, I do know you, don''t I?"


    "No, you don''t," Chen Men said.


    Mountains may move, but one''s nature is hard to change. This child loved to eat by himself in his previous life, and it was the same in this one.


    He was already so overweight, yet he couldn''t even spare a bottle of Coke for Zhou Xueqin. How could he possibly take care of her in the future?


    As if.


    Zhou Xueqin had always been crafty. She would ask questions here and there, iming to know various people, weaving and cutting through the line. In just ten minutes, she had made her way to the front and finished registering.


    Under the scorching sun, even though it was just a few hundred meters, for a woman in high heels, it felt like walking through purgatory.


    Finally making it to the shade, Zhou Xueqin suddenly focused her eyes: "Men?"


    Looking around, she asked, "What are you here for?"


    "Something to do. Your son is here for the exam?" Chen Men said.


    Zhou Xueqin hugged the bear-like Lu Dabao, rubbing her cheek against his, smiling as she said, "He ced second in the preliminary round at Second Middle School. Most children couldn''t achieve such a score. If he can get into the top three two more times, he''ll be guaranteed admission to Peking University or Tsinghua University."


    "That''s really impressive," Chen Men said.


    Zhou Xueqin then turned back, scanning the long line, probably wondering if Chen Men was here with Little Wang. However, looking over the crowd, she couldn''t find him.


    After thinking for a moment, she shook her head with a smile, feeling her thought was absurd. How could the troublemaker from the previous life possiblye to take the Math Olympics in this life?


    She automatically assumed it must be Yuanyuan who was taking the exam, so she said, "Men, we''re like sisters. If your daughter is taking the Math Olympics, my son can tutor her. Though he''s chubby, he''s very smart."


    "We''ll see. My child is doing very well too, second ce in all of Xiping City," Chen Men said.


    Zhou Xueqin thought Chen Men was bragging about her daughter. Chen Men wasn''t interested inparing, but Zhou Xueqin couldn''t help feeling bitter, especially since Lu Jingyu had recently moved hispany to the capital and immediately started an affair with his secretary.


    What made it worse was that Zhou Xueqin had heard rumors but couldn''t find any evidence, which drove her crazy.


    Inparison, although Yan Zhao was awkward, at least he didn''t have a wandering eye.


    Even that incident with Liu Jingjing, because it involved General Liu''s downfall, Zhou Xueqin had always suspected that Liu Jingjing might have framed him.


    So from this perspective, Zhou Xueqin wasn''t as fortunate as Chen Men.


    Sighing, she felt dejected and wanted to leave quickly. Her gaze inadvertently swept across the basketball court, where she saw a tall, thin boy with a crew cut wearing a white tank top. She watched as he dribbled the basketball towards the hoop, ran up, jumped for ayup, and dunked, hanging from the rim, causing a group of children to whistle in amazement.


    Vaguely, she thought the boy looked a bit like Little Wang.


    The youth running with the wind was sunny and vibrant,pletely different from the fat, sluggish Lu Dabao.


    But Zhou Xueqin quickly dismissed the thought - could Little Wang even y basketball? No way.


    In his previous life, he was good for nothing except selling adult films from a street stall and running from the police.


    What a worthless person!


    He felt such envy - who was that young man? Just seeing his back view was enough to stir up genuine admiration.


    She turned and left, apanied by the chubby and sticky Lu Dabao.


    After she left, Little Wang finally jumped down from the basket and ran toward the school wall.


    Chen Men also stood on tiptoes to look outside, and saw Zhou Xueqin driving away in her Passat.


    As children grow up, many things don''t need to be said - Little Wang and Chen Men had reached an unspoken understanding.


    Running back, he took the c and tilted his head back, gulping it down in one go. Then he took Chen Men''s bag and silently followed her onto the bus.


    The weather was hot, and the bus was as stuffy as a gas tank, with an unbearable stench.


    Spotting a window seat, he secured it first before calling Chen Men over to sit down.


    As soon as Chen Men sat down, an elderlydy patted her hand and said, "It''s rare to see such filial children these days. He knows to save you a seat - other kids just sit themselves while their parents stand."


    "Yes, my son is extremely filial," Chen Men smiled as she replied to the elderlydy.


    When children are good, they must be praised in front of others.


    Sure enough, after this praise, although Little Wang turned his head to look outside, his smile couldn''t have been wider.


    The next day he had an exam, and since he knew the way, he didn''t need Chen Men to apany him - he went by himself.


    Before leaving, Little Wang specifically told Chen Men: "Don''t worry, I''ll avoid Zhou Xueqin and her son. They won''t see me."


    For Little Wang, as long as Zhou Xueqin, his birth mother, was alive and healthy, that was enough.


    Once she had avoided Little Wang like the gue, and now, Little Wang deliberately avoided appearing in front of her too.


    By the third day, it was time for Gu Xiao''s arrival. Yan Jun and Mike, along with Gu Xiao''s group, had a flightnding at 4 PM.


    Chen Men had arrived in the capital on Wednesday, and today was Saturday. Government offices only worked half days, and the Party School was also on break. So, Chen Men, along with Hu Xiaohua, the legal representative of Food Factory 81, was going to pick up Gu Xiao, while Yan Zhao was ordered by Yan Peiheng to pick up Yan Jun.


    Before Yan Peiheng called to arrange the car, nobody except Yan Zhao believed he was serious.


    But early that morning, Yan Peiheng had notified the military court to send military police with Yan Zhao to pick up Yan Jun at the airport.


    The military region had just received a new vehicle, a Warrior, assigned to the First Commander.


    This was also the new era''s wartimemand vehicle.


    This was the car assigned to pick up Yan Jun.


    Hu Xiaohua drove Food Factory 81''s old Jeep, though he had polished it until it looked brand new.


    With the two cars one after another on the road, Chen Men needed to have a good discussion with Hu Xiaohua. After all, the reception staff had changed, and so had the car - the old Jeep''sfort level was far inferior to the Warrior. When the time came, it would depend on Hu Xiaohua''s ability to tter, otherwise, Gu Xiao might get angry seeing Chen Men again and storm off.


    "Don''t worry, sister-inw. Leave Professor Gu to me. When we meet, I''ll handle him," Hu Xiaohua said confidently. "No one can stay angry at a smiling face. I guarantee that once he meets me, he won''t be able to get angry."


    ...


    Meanwhile, on Gu Xiao''s side, since there had been no contact these past few days, they truly didn''t know that the reception staff had already been changed.


    Yan Jun and Gu Xiao were traveling together, but they weren''t sitting together - Yan Jun was sitting with Yan Dongxue.


    In fact, Yan Jun and Gu Xiao were quite unfamiliar with each other.


    Although Yan Jun and his wife had maintained contact with Gu Xiao since moving to America, the liaison had always been Liu Xiuying, not Yan Jun. At most, he would asionally make a phone call, but beyond that, he rarely interacted with Gu Xiao.


    For this trip, he had only arrived in Singapore yesterday, and had declined Gu Xiao''s invitation, staying at a hotel instead.


    They had only just met before boarding today.


    To outsiders, Yan Jun''s life seemed perfect - three sons, the eldest at West Point, the second studying at medical school with straight As, and Jim frequently publishing articles in various school journals and magazines.


    In terms of education alone, he was already a model example of sessful overseas life.


    Today, as soon as he boarded the ne, he gave Yan Dongxue a book - a philosophy text in English.


    At first, Yan Dongxue thought it was an old book, until she opened the title page and saw "Joan Yan" along with Yan Jun''s photo. She was stunned for quite a while before saying, "Big brother, this book was actually written by you?"


    Yan Jun smiled rather bitterly: "After a lifetime of academic research, I''ve only published this one book. However, Grinnell College recently sent an invitation for me to be a Lecturer, teaching philosophy."


    Since Liu Xiuying had always said that Yan Jun was at home raising the children, Yan Dongxue thought he was just an ordinary house husband. She never imagined that he had not only published a philosophy book but could also be a professor in America.


    "The royalties for such a book must be considerable?" Yan Dongxue asked.


    Yan Jun smiled bitterly again: "Not much, eighty thousand dors."


    "That''s already quite a lot. Why not use it to buy a big house? I heard your living conditions aren''t very good," Yan Dongxue said.


    Although they lived in a white neighborhood, they were renting from a Chinese family and had to cook and clean for them to reduce the rent. As a result, Yan Jun had endless housework every day, practically like a servant.


    Getting a bigger house was his urgent priority.


    However, Yan Jun said: "No, no, this money must be returned in full to my father. This is to repay him and my mother for raising me."


    As the saying goes, men fear choosing the wrong career as women fear marrying the wrong man. Yan Jun was born loving philosophy, yet he joined the military instead. As his father''s least favorite and least sessful son, Yan Jun''s military career went nowhere.


    He hadn''tpletely given up on himself though. During his years in America, besides educating his children, he never gave up his philosophical research, writing several specialized works hoping to publish them. But being Chinese andcking sufficient academic credentials, he was constantly shelved by publishing houses. It wasn''t until this year, when Yan Peiheng threatened to sever their father-son rtionship if he didn''t return to China, that Yan Jun became desperate. Just six months ago, at one publishing house, he had a huge argument with the editor-in-chief responsible for manuscript review, calling them stupid andpletely ignorant about philosophy. He thought that would be the end of any chance to publish his work.


    Unexpectedly, a few days after the argument, the publishing house agreed to publish his book.


    Moreover, as soon as the book came out, he received lecturer invitations from several schools.


    At that time, Yan Jun thought, with his son at West Point and himself publishing a philosophy text in America, he would return to China in glory, showing his father who had never loved him what he had achieved in America.


    Previously, he had sold everything of Su Wen''s to go abroad, but now with the royalties, he could give Yan Peiheng a hundred thousand dors, which he felt was enough to repay the debt he owed in front of his mother.


    So at that time, Yan Jun felt no psychological burden and was rather proud of himself.


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    Mike, who had gotten into West Point, had attempted suicide three times in these three months, and subsequently, West Point had him take a leave of absence for treatment of severe depression.


    Liu Xiuying, still in China, thought Mike was just being dramatic - how could a sunny, handsome boy who was 1.8 meters tall get depression? She thought he was just bored.


    She kept calling, asking Yan Jun to find connections, to try bribing West Point officials to see if they could let the child return to school, because it affected their family''s green card status.


    Initially, Yan Jun thought the same way.


    How could the cheerful, sunny, optimistic Mike have depression? How could he want tomit suicide?


    But just the day before yesterday, when he wasn''t home, Mike had attempted to slit his wrists again, and this time he had nearly seeded in meeting his maker.


    Only then did Yan Jun realize his son was serious.


    Currently, Mike was still undergoing psychological therapy.


    Yan Jun particrly couldn''t understand it. Unlike Yan Peiheng''s rough approach to raising children, he had given his children so much love, sacrificing his own life for ten whole years, taking care of their every need - food, clothing, shelter, transportation - letting the children focus solely on their studies without worrying about anything else.


    Why would Mike still be depressed?

 Chapter 138

    As the saying goes, you may have Zhang Liang''s strategy, but I have adder to climb over the wall.


    Yan Jun had long heard that he would be arrested uponnding, and he was prepared to face trial.


    After all, in ten years of struggle, he had secured a lecturer position and published a book.


    Yan Jun never regretted his past departure.


    But how could Gu Xiao let Yan Peiheng have his way?


    Even Yan Jun thought Gu Xiao hade to discuss investments with the military district, but that wasn''t the case.


    Starting tomorrow, the capital''s Investment Bureau would hold a major investment conference, inviting dozens of overseas investors to visit and inspect variousrge private enterprises in the capital, seeking investments for private businesses.


    And Gu Xiao was one of the invited investors.


    As for Yan Jun, Gu Xiao had registered him as one of his apanying personnel. As soon as they got off the ne, Investment Bureau staff would hold a wee ceremony, present flowers, and pin VIP corsages.


    Then they would ride in Red g limousines arranged by the Investment Bureau, heading together to their designated hotel.


    With Gu Xiao''s pressure, the Investment Bureau leadership would personally coordinate with military district leaders to prevent Yan Jun''s arrest, at least during the investment conference days.


    After all, Yan Jun hadn''tmitted espionage or harmed national interests, and Yan Peiheng had already filed awsuit to sever their father-son rtionship - couldn''t thewsuit wait a bit?


    In today''s Hua Country, harmony was paramount, and no one wanted to anger capitalist investors, right?


    Moreover, Gu Xiao had employed another strategy: he had premitted to a four million investment amount. Unlike others who would only invest after seeing good projects and leave if they found none, he had prepared four million in advance, determined to invest it during this trip.


    How could the capital''s Investment Bureau not take such an investor seriously?


    With this leverage, how could the Bureau''s leadership refuse Gu Xiao''s requests?


    So Yan Zhao and Chen Men''s efforts were in vain.


    By the time they arrived, Yan Jun and Gu Xiao had already been picked up by the Investment Bureau staff.


    After arriving at the airport and failing to intercept them, Yan Zhao sent the militaryw enforcement vehicle back and returned to Chen Men''s car.


    The couple exchanged nces, both at a loss for words.


    Zhang Xiangming had prepared extensively to wee Gu Xiao - nning to use official vehicles without authorization, implementing martialw to clear roads, and booking an entire hotel. If Chen Men hadn''t appeared halfway to veto everything, imagine the embarrassment when Zhang Xiangming would have arrived at the airport with such fanfare only to find no one to receive - wouldn''t that have been a resounding p from a capitalist across the faces of all military district personnel?


    Especially for Yan Peiheng, it left himpletely disoriented.


    What made it worse was that Zhang Xiangming was the First Commander''s daughter-inw, making it an even more bitter pill to swallow.


    What a cunning old fox Gu Xiao was, so skilled at exploiting people''s weaknesses and causing embarrassment.


    "Thank goodness for you," Yan Zhao sighed deeply, speaking to Chen Men.


    If she hadn''t cancelled the martialw, road clearance, and hotel booking, the military district would have lost face internationally.


    Chen Men didn''t take credit for this, but rather marveled at Gu Xiao''s brilliance and dark heart. Whether in winning people over or driving them apart, using money to expose people''s ugly, greedy nature, he had mastered it to perfection.


    Perhaps only someone like her, who still maintained some principles, could match that old man.


    But Chen Men couldn''t understand one thing: what was Yan Jun thinking?


    He studied philosophy and should have some intelligence - how could he not see that Gu Xiao''s constant care for him and his wife, bringing him back now, making him y this ridiculous VIP role, was all just to anger and embarrass his father?


    Thewsuit would happen eventually, and he would have to face Yan Peiheng sooner orter. Why did he insist on following Gu Xiao?


    What good would avoiding it do? Wouldn''t he be arrested eventually?


    Due to their age difference, Yan Zhao didn''t really understand his older brother, but like Yan Peiheng, he had always held hope for him, believing that since he had served in the military, he must have some bottom line, some principles in life.


    But to avoid detention, he had actually helped Gu Xiao y the military district for fools, making Yan Zhao''s fists clench.


    When they met, he would definitely give Yan Jun a few punches.


    "Let''s go to the Investment Bureau to arrest him," he said.


    Even with interference from above, Yan Zhao was determined to arrest Yan Jun. Now, he was going to the Investment Bureau to arrest him personally.


    However, after leaving the airport, before getting on the highway, suddenly Hu Xiaohua pointed out the window and said, "Chief, look at that person, isn''t he crazy? It''s 37 degrees outside, and he''s wearing a suit and tie. Does he want to die from heat?"


    "Wait, isn''t that... your older brother Yan Jun?" he called out again.


    Chen Men and her husband looked out the window as the car passed by. There was indeed Yan Jun by the roadside, carrying arge suitcase, dressed in a suit and tie, standing in the swirling dust, trying to hail a taxi.


    Though they hadn''t seen him in ten years, Yan Jun was recognizable with his hawk-like nose and deep-set eyes, looking very much like his grandmother. His distinctive features,bined with the unseasonable suit and the VIP corsage on his chest, made him instantly recognizable to Yan Zhao.


    The car stopped beside Yan Jun, and Yan Zhao got out.


    After ten years, Yan Jun still looked frail and schrly, with innocent eyes - the typical appearance of an intellectual.


    Meanwhile, Yan Zhao, in his early thirties, with his crew cut, white shirt, and ck pants, looked ordinary butmanding, his slightly pointed crown making him appear as fierce as the sun at four in the afternoon.


    The brothers faced each other in silence. After a long while, Yan Zhao picked up the suitcase and opened the car door, gesturing for Yan Jun to get in.


    Yan Jun was like this: he had maintained some contact with Gu Xiao over these years because life was genuinely difficult, and as a philosophy schr, he couldn''t make much money, so he had no choice but to let Liu Xiuying ask Gu Xiao for help.


    This behavior certainly counted as epting a thief as his father.


    However, since he had taken all the property from Su Wen, it proved he wasn''t a person of particrly high principles.


    So he had never felt ashamed about it.


    But today Gu Xiao had gone too far - first standing up the military district, then using him as a pawn, brazenly making him a VIP of the Investment Bureau. He even said that if Yan Jun was willing, he would hirewyers to fight his case, saying there was no need to fear the inheritancewsuit because in Hua Country, no court would impose criminal sentences in inheritance cases, and for the father-son severancewsuit, only thewyer needed to appear in court.


    If he could bring Yan Jun back to the country, he could safely get him out again, back to America.


    How could Yan Jun not understand why Gu Xiao would do this?


    He just wanted topete with Yan Peiheng, topete with so-called socialism, to make the Hua Country military realize how powerful capital could be.


    Although he knew his father didn''t love him, Yan Jun was still a Hua Country soldier, and he certainly wouldn''t agree to such things.


    That''s why he had jumped out of the car halfway, nning to take a taxi himself to see Yan Peiheng.


    Unlike the Investment Bureau''s Red g car with its excellent air conditioning, Food Factory 81''s jeep rattled everywhere except for its horn, and let in drafts everywhere except through its air conditioner.


    Chen Men took over driving, with Hu Xiaohua sitting in the back. They had water prepared for Gu Xiao, imported from the foreign tradepany, which they now offered to Yan Jun.


    They also had arge fan, originally prepared for Gu Xiao, which Hu Xiaohua now used to fan Yan Jun.


    "Brother, you''ve done well in America these years, haven''t you? I heard your eldest son is applying to military school, the second one is studying medicine, and even the youngest one is excellent, speaking fluent English," Hu Xiaohua said with a smile.


    Yan Jun was somewhat awkward. Seeing Hu Xiaohua in his suit and tie, he assumed he was an educated person. Having just published a new book, and still in a proud phase, he opened his suitcase and took out a copy, saying, "Let me give you a book, I wrote it."


    Hu Xiaohua had no interest in the book, but when Yan Jun opened the suitcase, his eyes nearly popped out: "Brother, is that a suitcase full of US dors?"


    Yan Jun had $80,000 in royalties, plus $20,000 in personal savings from over the years, totaling $100,000, all in cash packed in the suitcase - ten stacks of US dors, quite an eye-catching sight.


    It was his first time handling such arge sum of money, and as he touched it, he said, "This is for my father. Though he probably doesn''t care, but asmbs kneel to nurse, children must repay their parents even if they don''t love us."


    Hu Xiaohua was left speechless with amazement: "Big brother, you''ve really made something of yourself."


    In the eyes of this illiterate man, Yan Jun was the epitome of sess.


    Of course, Yan Jun considered himself quite aplished. Setting aside Mike''s suicide attempt, his children''s education had been rtively sessful, giving him a subtle sense of pride. He smiled and said, "You''re too kind."


    Making small talk with Yan Zhao, he said, "Little Zhao, I hear your children are quite exceptional too."


    Hu Xiaohua jumped in, "Yan Wangqi got second ce in some Olympic mathpetition in Xiping City, and Yan Minng''s shooting skills make everyone envious."


    Yan Jun, being more knowledgeable, said, "Olympic Mathematics, yes. It must have been hard work for you, Yan Zhao''s wife, raising a child isn''t easy."


    "It''s been fine," Chen Men said, "They''re self-motivated, I hardly had to supervise them."


    "You''re being too modest. Without hard work, how could children turn out so well?" Yan Jun was actually trying to justify himself while hoping to make Yan Zhao understand his own years of hardship. He continued, "When children are born, our era ends. Everything we do is for them. When I went abroad and epted mother''s property, I wronged Little Zhao and Yan Wei, but I was thinking of my children''s future. You understand, right?"


    It was the same old tune - his most righteous excuse for taking all of their mother''s property and still being able to live shamelessly in this world.


    Yan Zhao had always been direct in his actions and words, never sparing anyone''s feelings.


    Naturally, he wouldn''t spare Yan Jun''s feelings either, immediately asking, "So your children are children, but what about mine? What about Yan Wei''s children? At that time, Qilin was sick - if mother had money, wouldn''t she have used it first for Qilin''s treatment rather than giving it to your son?" It was clear he had stolen it, yet he insisted it was a gift, trying to muddy the waters.


    Yan Jun was stunned for a moment, then stammered, "Little Zhao, at that time mother really did give those things to me voluntarily. Big brother admits to being a bit selfish, but philosophically speaking, the biggest difference between humans and animals is love and its inheritance. And mother, she loved me, she wanted to give me her things because she hoped I would achieve something, and now I''ve proven myself - big brother has done it, big brother has published a book..."


    Yan Zhao had thought that when his brother jumped off the Investment Bureau''s car halfway, he had shown some remorse and recognized his mistakes. Now it seemed he not only hadn''t recognized his mistakes but had turned philosophy into a weapon to defend himself.


    "So mother''s love made you sell off all her possessions, even taking the jade from her neck? And your love for your sons - is that what drove Mike to attempt suicide three times at military school?" Yan Zhao counter-questioned.


    For parents, what''s the greatest failure in life? It''s when your own child attempts suicide, regardless of the reason.


    And almost no parents would reflect on themselves because of this.


    Instead, once something happens, they try their best to find reasons to absolve themselves, just like Yan Jun at this moment.


    "There''s severe racial discrimination in the American military, especially against Asians," Yan Jun quickly defended.


    America did have serious racial discrimination, and in military camps, such discrimination was magnified countless times.


    After returning home, Mike had told him that at military school, instructors called him names like "girl," "whore," and other offensive terms, and during routine training, Asians were treated much more harshly than cks and whites.


    Yan Zhao immediately retorted, "But brother, you''ve always said America is heaven. If it''s heaven, how can there be discrimination? Knowing there was discrimination, you still sent your son there - is that your love for your son?"


    Yan Jun and his wife had sent Mike to apply to West Point just to get green cards, not mentioning how difficult the process had been.


    He had reflected on it for a long time but didn''t think he was wrong. Instead, he said, "But other Asian kids endured that discrimination, why couldn''t Mike? I think his mental illness must have been innate."


    So, not only did he feel no shame for taking Su Wen''s possessions.


    From Jim''s case, Yan Zhao could clearly see the consequences of his oppressive education, but now that things had gone wrong and the child had nearly died, Yan Jun was still trying to find reasons and excuses for himself.


    "Other people''s children are fine, why did you attempt suicide?"


    "Other people''s children could handle it, why couldn''t you?"


    This was Yan Jun''s educational theory.


    Just as Yan Zhao was about to speak, Chen Men''s phone rang.


    It was Yuanyuan calling, who immediately said, "Mom, my brother Xiaowang ran out of the yard, and I saw from upstairs that he got on a bus."


    Xiaowang was the most unruly child in the family.


    In Xiping City, Chen Men wouldn''t worry about wherever he went, after all, that was his territory.


    But now they were in the capital, such a big city with all sorts of people, and just two days ago, a young troublemaker about Xiaowang''s height had tried to scam money from him. So today, before leaving, Chen Men had instructed Yuanyuan to keep an eye on him and to call her if he tried to sneak out.


    Sure enough, Xiaowang had run off.


    "Did you see which bus line it was?" Chen Men asked.


    Yuanyuan said, "The building''s too tall, I couldn''t see."


    Hanging up the phone, Chen Men said to Yan Zhao, "Your son probably really was lured away by that little scammer. He just finished his exams yesterday, and today he sneaked out alone."


    Yan Zhao thought for a moment and said, "Let''s go to Wangfujing to find him."


    "How do you know he went to Wangfujing?" Chen Men asked.


    Yan Zhao said, "The day before yesterday, he asked me for some KFC and McDonald''s coupons, probably wanting to treat that little scammer to a meal."


    "A 60,000 yuan business deal, and they''re discussing it over hamburgers with meal tickets?" Chen Men couldn''t help butugh.


    Speaking of Xiaowang''s absurdity, Yan Zhao also broke into a rare smile: "Children''s world is always innocent."


    It was both amusing and not - twelve-year-old Xiaowang, meeting a scammer about his height, had bepletely enchanted and was actually going to discuss investment seriously.


    Chen Men turned the steering wheel and headed straight for Wangfujing.


    Yan Jun could probably tell that Yan Zhao''s son had been scammed by someone to discuss investment and business, and 60,000 yuan wasn''t a small amount even in America.


    He was surprised by how rxed Yan Zhao and his wife were at this moment. In his view, an excellent child shouldn''t go into business; they should pursue research or be doctors,wyers - more lucrative professions.


    Moreover, for his sons to study efficiently, they had never had vacations since childhood. They would return home right after school, and he had never let them make friends. The results were obvious - the children didn''t waste time on ineffective socializing, and their grades were always top of the school.


    At this moment, Yan Jun secretly found some bnce.


    His own son was attempting suicide, while Yan Zhao''s son, at such a young age, was secretly going out to discuss business behind his parents'' backs.


    They all loved their children enough, but children would always deviate from their parents'' expectations.


    Therefore, Mike''s suicide had nothing to do with him, and it wasn''t his fault.


    Perhaps, as Liu Xiuying often said, it was because they fed the children too well, gave them too good living conditions, never let them suffer or experience hardship, that they became so fragile.


    "Throw them onto the Gobi Desert in Qinghai, let them eat coarse grain buns with ice chips for a few meals, and all that nonsense about depression will disappear - it''s all from spoiling them," Liu Xiuying would always say.


    Yan Jun agreed with this theory - Mike was so fragile because they had protected him too well.


    After an hour, the car entered the city center, and soon they arrived at Wangfujing.


    First, they went to KFC. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, they could see it was packed with people. Chen Men and Yan Zhao looked around but didn''t see Xiaowang.


    So Chen Men drove a bit further, heading towards McDonald''s.


    After driving a short distance, Yan Zhao said, "Stop the car, he''s there."


    After parking, the couple didn''t get out but turned their heads to look out the window at their child.


    "Should we call him back?" Hu Xiaohua eagerly said, "Commander, shall I go catch the child for you?"


    Yan Zhao said, "No need, I just want to remember what that person looks like. Let Xiaowang y."


    In the crowd, Yan Jun immediately spotted Yan Zhao''s son. The boy bore a three-part resemnce to Yan Zhao and seven parts to Zhou Xueqin, making him a particrly handsome youngd. Judging by his slim frame, he couldn''t have been more than eleven or twelve years old. He sat on the steps holding a McDonald''s tray, talking animatedly with another child who had a notablyrge head, was very thin, and had big eyes.


    "Xiaozha, you should get out and call the child back," Yan Jun suggested.


    Since the boy was good at mathematics, he should be studying continuously, striving to be an expert in mathematics and physics. In Yan Jun''s view, it would be uneptable to let him waste his prime years making friends and boasting.


    Moreover, Chen Men had just mentioned that the child was about to be scammed out of sixty thousand yuan.


    Yan Zhao turned his head and coldly asked his older brother, "Why should I call him back?"


    "He''ll be deceived," Yan Jun said.


    "Society is soplex. If he doesn''t experience some setbacks and deceptions while young, how will he learn to distinguish between those who want to deceive him and those who truly care about him when he grows up?" Yan Zhao countered.


    "But he''s wasting time, and time is life..." Yan Jun was a philosopher, but how could he out-argue Yan Zhao, who handled guns for a living?


    Yan Zhao immediately responded: "In my view, being deceived is meaningful. At least after being cheated, he''ll understand how to protect himself in the future. Otherwise, he''ll end up like you, big brother - forty-four years old and still naively believing Gu Xiao is a good person. Isn''t that because father protected you too well when you were young?"


    This left the philosopher Yan Jun momentarily speechless, unable to counter his rough-and-ready younger brother''s argument.


    Chen Men didn''t stop the car either; she simply turned the wheel and drove away.


    She had decided that if Xiaowang reached an agreement and wanted to invest, she would provide the money.


    Because she had discovered that the person discussing investment with Xiaowang wasn''t a child his age at all, but rather someone at least twenty-six or twenty-seven years old - someone she actually recognized. In the future, he would be the richest man in Hua Country, whom all women would have to call "father." It was only because of his short stature and thin frame that they had mistaken him for a child.


    Even the future richest man had his down-and-out times. Clearly, this was during his entrepreneurial phase. Because he was working in the inte industry, hardly any serious investors would invest in such ventures during this era. That''s why he had to resort to discussing cooperation with a child like Xiaowang.


    She figured that if the negotiations went well, he would probably visit them to convince her and Yan Zhao to invest.


    Investing in the future richest man meant Xiaowang''s path to wealth would be secure for life.


    What reason did she have not to invest?


    This was thanks to Yan Zhao - if he hadn''t allowed the children to boldly take risks, Xiaowang wouldn''t have stumbled upon such a great investment opportunity.


    In this aspect, Chen Men couldn''t match Yan Zhao''s broad-mindedness.


    But that aside.


    Yan Jun had gone to the capital at a very young age. While Yan Wei had Mrs. Wang Gebi and her daughter to care for him, he and Yan Peiheng were essentially left to fend for themselves. From the age of nine, they had to cook their own meals and make coal balls. The noodles they cooked were often undercooked, frequently giving them both stomach problems.


    In contrast, Yan Zhao and Yan Xing had their mother''s love back in their hometown.


    He had always believed he was the one unloved by both father and mother, with only his grandmother showing him true affection - until his father forcefully took him away from her.


    It was both a grudge and Yan Jun''s subconscious belief that his father had never loved him. After thinking for a moment, he raised his voice and said, "Xiaozha, if father really wanted to protect me, why would he send me to Qinghai for rural work? He was obsessed with his work, only cared about himself. Otherwise, how could he live apart from mother for so many years? He wasn''t even there when she died. Who has he ever loved, except for showing slightly more affection to Yan Wei? If it weren''t for his heartlessness and coldness, why would I have thought about going abroad to change my fate?"


    Yan Jun knew he was unfilial.


    But he felt his father was even more contemptible.


    Twenty years of separation, not even returning for his wife''s death - Yan Peiheng wasn''t a qualified father or husband.


    "I wasn''t good to mother, but what about our father? He didn''t evene back when mother died. You say he loved me, protected me - isn''t that ridiculous?" Fearing he hadn''t provoked Yan Zhao''s anger enough, Yan Jun repeated.


    The reason he had agreed toe with Gu Xiao was that in his mind, his father had shown little care for any of his children except for slightly favoring Yan Wei. He was cold and heartless, obsessed with work, not even returning for his wife''s funeral. How could such a father earn his children''s respect?


    Moreover, he believed this point could convince Yan Zhao.


    Because Yan Zhao was also a child who had never been loved.


    Yan Zhao suddenly turned around, looking at him as if he were a stranger: "Mother passed away in July 1983. I was at the front lines then and couldn''t get away. The Yangtze River was flooding, and all personnel stationed in the Central Military Region were involved in flood control efforts for a whole month. Father was even swept away by the flood and went missing for several days. Didn''t you know?"


    Although Yan Zhao was angry about that incident, he had nothing to say.


    Because there was war at the front lines then, and flooding at home, Yan Peiheng was overwhelmed with work.


    So while he resented his father, it was because of the twenty-year separation from his mother, not because of this incident.


    Yan Jun really didn''t know about this, but he immediately countered: "Xiaozha, our father was a leader - his participation in the flood control was just for show, wasn''t it? What''s happened to you? Weren''t you the one who hated our father the most when you were young? Why are you constantly speaking up for him now?"


    Wasn''t Yan Zhao always the one who hated Yan Peiheng the most?


    Now he was suddenly defending Yan Peiheng, even speaking with the same righteous tone as him.


    Yan Zhao turned his head back, speaking coolly: "Big brother, I don''t know if you''re foolish or just don''t understand the domestic situation. You and your wife had six-month visas but overstayed in America and refused to return. Dad was only a division-level cadre then. If he hadn''t been on the front lines of disaster relief, how do you think his position in the military region would have fared? What reason would the military region have had to believe you would definitely return? Do you know that because of Dad''s insistence, they kept your professional files until 1985? And he naively believed you were being detained by the Americans, which was why you couldn''t return?"


    On one side was his eldest son who had overstayed in America; the old father had to exhaust himself proving to the organization that his son would definitely return, so that when his son came back, he could be properly ced in a job.


    On the other side was his chronically ill wife. Because Su Wen had been in good physical health apart from her mental condition, Yan Peiheng never thought she would pass away so soon.


    By the time he finished his work and returned home, Su Wen had already passed away, and the funeral was over.


    He and his wife never saw each other onest time.


    And the son he firmly believed was being detained by the Americans had stayed away for exactly ten years before finally returning.


    Moreover, he had returned alongside his father''s enemy.


    How could Yan Peiheng''s heart not be riddled with wounds?


    As the car drove on, Yan Zhao added coldly: "Don''t try to control your children, and don''t love them too much. Father wanted to control you, and you fled abroad to escape. Your son is the same - he wanted to escape from you, but you should be grateful that he had more conscience than you. At least he never thought about hurting you."


    If Yan Peiheng didn''t love him, would he have fought so hard to keep his personnel files?


    If he didn''t love him, would he have firmly believed in his return when everyone else was convinced he wouldn''te back?


    Mike wanted to escape from his father, but chose suicide to avoid hurting him.


    While Yan Jun escaped from Yan Peiheng by choosing to hurt him.


    To protect his son and his job, Yan Peiheng, a division-level leader, had rushed to the front lines of disaster relief. If he hadn''t been swept away by the flood, if he hadn''t nearly died, how could anyone in the military region have willingly epted his promotion tomander?


    What right did Yan Jun have to say his father didn''t love him?


    He sat in the back, holding his book, remaining perfectly still for a long time.


    For every point Yan Zhao made about Yan Peiheng and Su Wen, Yan Jun could find a perfect excuse to exin it away.


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    That Mike had actuallymitted suicide because he wanted to escape from his control?


    So he really was a sinner?


    Not just to his parents, but to his child as well?


    Impossible. Yan Jun refused to believe that his son''s suicide was because of him. He just couldn''t find a reason to defend himself at the moment, but he kept thinking, searching for excuses for himself.


    Just then, Hu Xiaohua suddenly remembered something and leaned forward to tell Chen Men, "Sister-inw, speaking of suicide, do you know what Jim told me yesterday? He said his life in America was like hell. If it weren''t for waiting for Yuanyuan to grow up so he could marry her, he would havemitted suicide long ago. Have you ever thought about whether Yuanyuan should marry Jim when she grows up?"


    Chen Men turned her head during the red light and rolled her eyes at Hu Xiaohua.


    They could see Yan Jun''s face turning waxy yellow, withrge beads of sweat emerging from his fine hair partings, rolling down from his temples.


    Jim had told Yan Sanye about America being hell and his suicidal thoughts, and he had shared this with many people in Yanguan Vige.


    After going to the capital, he would tell this to everyone he met.


    If it was just Mike, Yan Jun might still have found excuses for himself, but what about Jim? He was only a 9-year-old child, and his parents were his whole world. Without any external influences, why would he also have thoughts of suicide?

 Chapter 139

    The car entered the First-ss Military Family Quarters and stopped at the entrance of the high-rise building.


    Yan Jun remained silent, motionless in the car, not even turning his eyes.


    Though his face showed no expression, Chen Men secretly guessed that his heart must be in tremendous pain. Even tigers don''t eat their cubs - having one son attempt suicide could be excused, but when both want to die, doesn''t it demonstrate hisplete failure as a parent?


    And what Yan Jun had been most proud of was precisely his parenting methods.


    Ironically, this wasn''t someone deliberately trying to hurt him. The bitter fruit he was tasting now was the result of his own actions over the past decade. He had essentially dug himself into a hole he couldn''t climb out of.


    "Come on, let''s get out," Chen Men said.


    Yan Zhao and Hu Xiaohua had already gotten out, but Yan Jun remained seated, still silent.


    In the sweltering heat, with the car stopped and no air cirction, sweat quickly gathered on Yan Jun''s forehead and temples, streaming down from his eye sockets like rivulets.


    Mixed in were probably his tears. At over forty years old, with graying hair stered to his head, he looked like a wax figure about to melt.


    Yan Zhao naturally ignored him. Chen Men, being a woman, was more sympathetic. Worried that Yan Jun might suffocate himself in the car, she opened the door and called Yan Peiheng''s office.


    Just then, someone darted out from the stairwell, face wrinkled with smiles - it was Liu Xiuying.


    Holding a bottle of Jian Li Bao sports drink, she thoughtfully inserted a straw before handing it to Chen Men. "Like I always say, we''re all family. How bad could things be? Men, thank you for going to the airport in this heat."


    Chen Men was indeed thirsty and took a long sip before asking, "Since you''re here, Sister-inw, why aren''t you waiting upstairs?"


    In six months, Liu Xiuying had lost weight but didn''t look haggard. If anything, herplexion had be healthier.


    She had been in Hua Country for six months, staying with her family. She had two brothers in the capital who weren''t particrly sessful but made enough to get by. They treated their elder sister well, constantly trying new recipes to cook for her. Without work for the past six months, she often walked in various parks for exercise, and with a healthier diet, she had slimmed down considerably.


    The reason she hadn''t visited Jim wasn''t because she didn''t want to, but because Yan Peiheng wouldn''t allow it.


    Even after Jim came to the capital, the security guards at the First-ss Military Family Quarters had orders from Yan Peiheng not to let her in. No matter how desperate she was to see her son, she couldn''t get in - that was the real reason she hadn''t seen him in six months.


    Of course, she had been incredibly angry and resentful at first, crying to her brothers every day about how Yan Peiheng was maliciously trying to ruin her child.


    Her brothers were ordinary people who couldn''t help her situation, and could only exchange worried nces and sigh.


    But a month ago, Jim had submitted a short article to "Children''s Digest." Written from the perspective of a Chinese-American youth, it described his life in Yanguan Vige, the cultural differences between China and America, and vividly recounted his experiences getting drunk and his adventures with Little Wang and Little Lang.


    For a nine-year-old child to go from learning Chinese to publishing an article in just six months was remarkable.


    The editor found it interesting and made it the lead article in that month''s issue.


    As it happened, the editor of "Children''s Digest" knew Yan Peiheng and personally delivered a copy to him at the military district.


    That copy of "Children''s Digest" was specifically sent to Liu Xiuying by Yan Peiheng, who had also specially permitted her to enter the First-ss Military Family Quarters today, though she wasn''t allowed upstairs to see Jim - which was why she was waiting in the stairwell.


    People''s hearts are made of flesh, and everyone lives for their children''s well-being.


    Liu Xiuying had once been smug about her own parenting methods and looked down on others.


    But Yan Peiheng had proved through Jim''s six months in Yanguan Vige that excellent children excel anywhere, regardless of whether there''s strict discipline. What matters is their own desire to learn.


    As long as the child is doing well, everything is fine.


    On this point, Liu Xiuying now fully agreed, both in heart and word.


    She was already overjoyed about this development.


    Regarding Yan Jun, she had always felt that Yan Peiheng was all thunder and no rain - just making empty threats. She didn''t believe he would actually have Yan Jun sentenced under militaryw. Even tigers don''t eat their cubs - if Yan Jun were sentenced, how would she maintain her life in America and raise the children?


    When facing her father-inw, her children were still her biggest bargaining chip.


    Just then, Yan Jun, looking like a melting wax figure, shakily got out of the car. Seeing him crying floods of tears, Liu Xiuying assumed Yan Peiheng had already forgiven him and became even more cheerful: "See? It''s all fine now. Father was just trying to scare you..."


    "My book has finally been epted by a publisher," Yan Jun needed to share this good news first.


    Philosophy had always been dismissed as useless by Liu Xiuying. Whenever she argued with Yan Jun, she would say, "Schrs are good for nothing, and philosophers are the most useless of all. You''ll never amount to anything."


    For ten years, from learning to write in English to writing books, submitting manuscripts only to have them rejected time after time.


    Liu Xiuying had never thought her husband would amount to anything.


    But his book was really going to be published?


    After ten years in America, he had finally achieved something?


    Then, Yan Jun told Liu Xiuying about being invited to be a lecturer, which made her even happier.


    Of course, Yan Jun had to mention Mike''s situation: "Mike has attempted suicide three more times and has taken a leave of absence."


    "Didn''t he just start school? What''s he causing trouble about now?" Liu Xiuying, who had never met Mike, frowned and said, "If he causes trouble, won''t the school expel him? What about our green card?"


    "Xiuying, the children are more important than the green card, and now that I have a job, I can get a green card too," Yan Jun said.


    Liu Xiuying certainly knew children were more important than green cards, but with suicide attempts, as long as they were unsessful, you could always say they were just acting out. Since the person didn''t die, inmon understanding, it was like vige women threatening to drink pesticide or hang themselves - just attention-seeking behavior.


    That was foolishness, something people did when life was toofortable and they were bored.


    Liu Xiuying had spent ten years in Qinghai under such harsh conditions, but she had never seen anyone attempt suicide.


    So she immediately said, "I''ll go back and talk to him, scold him."


    Yan Jun opened his mouth but suddenly found himself unable to exin the situation to his wife.


    Just thinking about it himself was terrifying, and he still felt dazed.


    Just then, Yan Peiheng arrived. One cough from the old man made Yan Jun''s hair stand on end.


    Father and son hadn''t seen each other in ten years.


    Yan Jun first handed his bag to his father, then obediently extended his hands to be handcuffed by the military police.


    Seeing this, Liu Xiuying became angry: "Yan Jun, what are you doing? Father was just trying to scare you. Let''s go home. Jim has been doing so welltely and is waiting for you."


    It''s not such a big deal, Liu Xiuying thought, always quick to read the situation.


    She believed Yan Peiheng was just putting on a show, and that once she cried while holding Jim, Yan Peiheng would surely soften his heart, seeing how excellent Jim had be.


    How could Yan Jun be so foolish as to voluntarily let himself be handcuffed?


    And knowing where the military court was, Yan Jun actually walked in that direction after being handcuffed.


    This made Liu Xiuying even angrier. She shouted: "Yan Jun, I must have been blind to marry a man like you. You studied philosophy your whole life, and just when you finally got a book published and an invitation to be a lecturer, when you could get a green card, you choose to degrade yourself and go to prison in Hua Country. Fine, go ahead! I''ve wasted twenty years following you, suffered for twenty years. If our three sons'' education is ruined because of you - never mind Mike''s suicide attempts - Yan Jun, I''ll take Jim and John andmit suicide together."


    Yan Jun opened his mouth but still said nothing.


    Liu Xiuying''s words were deliberately meant for Yan Peiheng to hear. She continued: "I used to work so hard, kneeling before people everywhere. How can you treat me like this? Yan Jun, you might as well die!"


    It was getting off work time.


    Although people in the military district restrained themselves from openly watching the family drama of their leaders.


    Many people had opened their windows, pretending to work while standing near them, curious to listen in.


    While in America, whenever things didn''t go her way, Liu Xiuying would curse at Yan Jun and their children, saying things like "You''re worthless" and "You might as well die" - these were hermon refrains.


    Yan Jun was already in handcuffs. He turned to look at his enraged wife, and realized his philosophical approach wouldn''t work anymore. No matter how much he wanted to escape, once that thought had taken root in his mind, there was no running from it.


    His son must havemitted suicide to escape from them as parents.


    What a cruel reality. Before seeing Yan Peiheng, he could still make excuses for himself, but now, seeing his elderly father - his more hunched back and graying hair - everything came flooding back.


    He remembered how Yan Peiheng had quit smoking just to save money to buy him cookies and snacks.


    He recalled how when he burned the noodles while cooking, his father would pick out the good portions for him while eating the burnt parts himself, scraping them bit by bit from the pot, forcing them down with a pained expression.


    Back then, Yan Peiheng would always say: "Little Jun, Dad is enduring hardships for your sake. You can''t let yourself fall behind. You must make something of yourself and carry on your father''s aspirations, understand?"


    He was timid, weak, unlike his iron-willed father, which was why he always tried to run away.


    That''s why he had been desperate to go abroad, and Mike was the same way, always trying to escape.


    What about John and Jim? Would they end up like Mike too?


    At this moment, all he could think about was his father tossing and turning in bed during those nights when he was trying to quit smoking, and how the burnt taste would linger in his mouth for days no matter how many times he brushed his teeth after eating those scorched meals.


    More than wanting to face justice, he wanted to avoid facing his father, so he left without looking back.


    Liu Xiuying had always been a shrew. When she couldn''t maintain her nice facade, she would throw tantrums. When tantrums didn''t work, she would cry and make scenes while holding onto her son. Her husband had finally be a professor in America, and with her father-inw doing this, Liu Xiuying would threaten to sh her wrists, jump off buildings, or kill herself to force her way - she would never let her father-inw imprison her husband.


    Just as she was contemting her next move, Yan Peiheng said: "Xiuying, go upstairs first. Wait for half an hour, and I''ll resolve your situation."


    "Dad..."


    "Go upstairs now. Just half an hour. If you dare make a scene, you can forget about ever going abroad or setting foot in the Grade One Family Quarters again," Yan Peiheng said sternly.


    As a veteran leader who had spent his entire life in the military dealing with all kinds of difficult soldiers, Yan Peiheng was tough and efficient. Like Yan Zhao, he was the type who would quickly resolve any problems that arose, never dragging things out.


    And today, the most important task for father and son was to deal with the eldest son''s family.


    As Liu Xiuying tried to speak again, Yan Peiheng had already gone after Yan Jun.


    She had no choice but to go upstairs.


    ...


    Yan Zhao and his wife couldn''t go home yet because they still needed to buy groceries.


    With four children at home, three of them being growing boys who could eat their parents out of house and home, food expenses were their biggest expenditure. In the scorching heat, the couple walked slowly. Just as they reached the market, Chen Men''s mobile phone rang.


    Yan Zhao was selecting tomatoes when he turned and asked, "Is that Gu Xiao calling?"


    Gu Xiao had stood up the entire military region and was now a VIP at the Commerce Bureau. Chen Men figured it must be him calling. He should have arrived at the hotel and settled in by now. When she was in the capital, he had mentioned wanting to give Yuanyuan a gift, so she assumed he was calling to invite her and Yuanyuan to meet him.


    But when she answered, it was actually Yan Dongxue calling.


    Chen Men got straight to the point, asking Yan Dongxue: "Dongxue, Gu Xiao promised toe to Food Factory 81, so why did he go with the Commerce Bureau people instead?"


    "Sister-inw, Professor Gu just found out that you''re now in charge of Food Factory 81. He''s very sorry about breaking his appointment with you, but from an investor''s perspective, he couldn''t possibly invest in a milk powder factory. He asked me to convey his apologies, and also, he has a very important gift for Yuanyuan. Tomorrow evening, please bring Yuanyuan to the International Hotel, Professor Gu will be waiting for you."


    So Gu Xiao truly had no intention of investing in the milk powder factory and had deliberately yed Zhang Xiangming.


    Though they were potential partners, Gu Xiao''s behavior made Chen Men very angry.


    While Zhang Xiangming''s greed made him unsightly, how could Gu Xiao im to be a gentleman when he manipted people this way?


    She knew that Yan Peiheng ced great importance on the milk powder factory. He had even gone to the hotel and asked a certain military regionmander to move out of the suite to amodate Gu Xiao.


    He had also made dinner reservations, nning to meet and dine with Gu Xiao that evening.


    While Yan Peiheng could be very tolerant, Gu Xiao''s actions were truly petty.


    One shouldn''t maintain deep rtionships with petty people.


    Thinking this, Chen Men said: "Dongxue, please tell Professor Gu that my Yuanyuan doesn''tck anything, we don''t want anything. Since he doesn''t want to cooperate, let''s not meet. I''m very busy anyway."


    Yan Dongxueughed slightly: "Sister-inw, you''re angry because Professor Gu stood you up today, aren''t you? But the gift he wants to give is truly precious, worth much more than an investment in the milk powder factory. Are you sure you don''t want to reconsider?"


    If she hadn''t experienced rebirth, Chen Men might have been tempted. Regardless of what Gu Xiao wanted to give, she would have at least gone to see. But as someone who had been reborn, she wasn''t greedy for money or wealth. After being stood up and yed, what was there to be curious about?


    In fact, she had already decided not to seek investment from Gu Xiao anymore.


    If the milk powder factory couldn''t get investment, she wouldn''t mind discussing with Little Wang about selling the wholesale market, or convincing Yan Xishan to invest in Yuanyuan''s name. She wanted to run the milk powder factory herself, without being controlled by Gu Xiao.


    With this in mind, Chen Men replied decisively: "No."


    ...


    Yan Zhao had finished buying groceries and was about to look for Chen Men when he glimpsed Zhou Xueqin in the crowd, standing outside the iron gate, waving at him.


    This was the market inside the Grade One Family Quarters, with a small iron gate that only opened during morning and evening hours for deliveries, remaining locked at other times.


    Zhou Xueqin couldn''t enter these quarters without an invitation.


    She knew Yan Zhao''s habits - that he always did the grocery shopping when he was home. She was deliberately waiting for him here.


    Chen Men was still on the phone chatting with Yan Dongxue and hadn''t noticed his side. So Yan Zhao walked over.


    As former husband and wife who hadn''t seen each other for several years, upon seeing her, Yan Zhao had to ask: "Zhou Xueqin, how did you end up looking like this?"


    Zhou Xueqin''s wine-red permed hair looked like dead grass, her lips had an unusual red tint that seemed painted on, and her eyes were lined with two caterpir-like strokes that shed terribly with her sallow skin. It was like she had painted an amateur theatrical mask on her face, looking extremely bizarre.


    Her voice trembled as she spoke: "Yan Zhao, the Math Olympiad results are out. Someone named Yan Wangqi got third ce."


    Yan Zhao nodded without speaking.


    How many children could be named Yan Wangqi? And who else could it be but Little Wang, who had taken the exam with Chen Men?


    Zhou Xueqin had checked the results that afternoon, and when she saw the name Yan Wangqi, she already suspected it was Little Wang, but she couldn''t believe it, or rather didn''t want to believe it, which was why she came to ask Yan Zhao.


    But now she had to believe it - her son had really ced third in the national Math Olympiad.


    She took a deep breath and added: "Lu Jingyu''s child only ced 36th."


    Thirty-sixth ce was already quite good, but Zhou Xueqin wasn''t satisfied. At the same time, she was shocked. Before Yan Zhao''s nod of confirmation, she couldn''t believe that Yan Wangqi - who in her previous life had skipped school, gotten into fights, sold pornographic videos, and ended up in juvenile detention - could ce third.


    Third ce! If he worked a bit harder, he could get first ce and receive special admission to Tsinghua or Peking University.


    This made her especially eager to see her son, so she continued: "Yan Zhao, I''ve been waiting outside this gate all day but haven''t seen Little Wang. Let me talk to him, I want to see him."


    So, when she thought her child had no future, she abandoned him to raise someone else''s child.


    Now that he was doing well academically, she wanted toe back and reconcile with him?


    Yan Zhao''s voice turned cold: "Zhou Xueqin, we''ve been divorced for exactly five years. I haven''t asked for a penny in child support. If you want to see the child, I''ll demand the past five years of child support..."


    "I''ll pay," Zhou Xueqin said. She had money now and could pay anytime.


    Little Wang''s current behavior made it worth paying.


    "By the way, I just arrived in the capital and heard that Lu Jingyu opened apany here, nning to do something in real estate. Has he gotten his business license? Has he registered with the tax bureau?" Yan Zhao asked.


    Having been married before, Zhou Xueqin knew Yan Zhao too well. Others might make empty threats, but not Yan Zhao. He rarely threatened people, but when he did speak up, he definitely had evidence.


    This proved that he already knew about Lu Jingyu''spany in the capital and was aware of its many illegal and nonpliant aspects. If she dared to secretly meet Little Wang, Yan Zhao would have his militaryrades investigate Lu Jingyu and cause trouble for him.


    Although Zhou Xueqin and Lu Jingyu were an unhappy couple, she was entitled to half of Lu Jingyu''s earnings. Cutting off someone''s financial means wasn''t right, so she immediately eximed, "Yan Zhao, how heartless can you be? I just want to see my child, and you''re thinking of going after Lu Jingyu? Aren''t you cutting off my source of ie?"


    "If you don''t harass Little Wang, I won''t do anything. But if you do, well, who knows?" Yan Zhao said before walking away.


    Chen Men stood at a shop entrance, still on the phone, not looking in their direction.


    It was a gift shop that also sold flowers. She held a mobile phone, smiling while talking, her smile particrly gentle. She seemed to be having a pleasant conversation with Yan Dongxue, constantly smiling at whatever was being said.


    Yan Zhao often wondered how two suchpletely different types of women could exist in this world.


    Zhou Xueqin was always angry andining, while Chen Men was always smiling.


    Little Wang used to be dissatisfied with everything and had a fierce temperament, but under Chen Men''s influence, his personality had be much more peaceful. Little Lang and Chen Men were like natural mother and son, sharing simr personalities and temperaments.


    Bending down, Yan Zhao picked out a bouquet of red roses.


    "Why are you buying flowers? Are you giving them to someone?" Chen Men asked after hanging up the phone.


    "For our home," Yan Zhao said.


    Chen Men had already seen Zhou Xueqin earlier. This man was clearly worried she had seen her too, so he deliberately blocked the view of the iron gate and brought the flowers over: "Aren''t they beautiful?"


    "They are," Chen Men said sincerely.


    "If you like them, then pay for them," Yan Zhao surprisingly said.


    Chen Men stood there holding the flowers, stunned. He bought flowers but wanted her to pay?


    But it was fine since Yan Zhao''s money was all in Chen Men''s hands anyway, so she had to pay. While gifts for women weren''t the most expensive, flowers were definitely the ones that made women happiest, even if they were a bit eye-catching.


    Outside the iron gate, Zhou Xueqin gripped the bars with both hands, still watching the couple even after they had walked far away.


    Suddenly, Zhou Xueqin shook the iron gate, making it ng loudly.


    She kicked the gate once more before turning around angrily and leaving.


    In the hot weather, before going upstairs, Chen Men picked out arge bag of popsicles from the small shop. She was much more thoughtful than Yan Zhao in this regard. If it were up to him, he would always buy the same old popsicles, never even ncing at the colorful new products.


    But Little Wang liked milk popsicles and always ate two at a time, so they needed to buy extra.


    Little Lang loved the snowman-shaped ones the most, and he was even more impressive ¨C he would eat however many they bought, never leaving any overnight, so two was enough, otherwise they worried he''d get a stomachache.


    Yuanyuan''s favorite was the Seven Dwarfs ¨C each package had seven small ones, and she would open a package and make itst three to five days in the refrigerator. Jim''s favorite was the green tongue popsicle; that kid especially loved the magical green tongue effect and always liked to make it as long as possible.


    Chen Men carried the flowers while Yan Zhao held two bags of groceries as they headed home.


    They met Little Wang in the hallway. When his ck dad wasn''t around, he would act much more mischievous. His legs were shaking as if hit by an electric shock while waiting for the elevator, half-humming, half-singing: "I want to walk from south to north, I want to walk from white to ck, I want people to see me, but not know who I am..." However, when he caught a glimpse of Yan Zhao from the corner of his eye, he immediately shut his mouth.


    Father and son entered the elevator together. Because Little Wang kept shaking one leg, Yan Zhao looked down for a long while before asking, "Yan Wangqi, do you have lice in your pants?"


    "No, Dad, why would you ask that?" Little Wang said.


    "Then why are you shaking your leg? Aren''t you trying to shake off lice?" Yan Zhao asked again.


    As soon as he finished speaking, Little Wang''s leg immediately stopped shaking.


    When they got upstairs, the door was wide open, and the house was quite lively.


    Minister Cui, Minister Xu, and even Commander Liu, who was in the process of retiring these days, were there. Yan Peiheng was directing Little Lang and Jim to look for cigarettes and tea, while Liu Xiuying sat on a chair on the balcony.


    Yan Peiheng was keeping his word ¨C today, the old man was going to deal with both Liu Xiuying and Yan Jun''s matters at once.


    What caught everyone''s attention was Yan Jun''s suitcase on the coffee table.


    It was a slightly worn suitcase with Yan Jun''s self-written English philosophy book on top, and on top of the book were ten neat stacks of US dors.


    "That''s US dors, isn''t it, Mom? US dors!" Little Wang eximed.


    Indeed it was ¨C a full hundred thousand dors.


    The official exchange rate published by the Central Bank was six yuan to one dor, but because the country was desperately short of foreign exchange, at major banks like Industrial and Commercial Bank or Construction Bank, one dor could sometimes be exchanged for nine or ten yuan. On the ck market, it could even reach fifteen or sixteen yuan.


    In other words, when converted to RMB, this was at least a million yuan.


    The leaders hadn''t seen such a huge sum before and were all looking at it. Little Wang was also sniffing the smell of money, while Liu Xiuying, ashen-faced, stared intently at the money.


    Yan Zhao and his wife naturally had to go to the kitchen to cook.


    The living room was filled with smoke, as most of the leaders smoked except for Yan Peiheng, and they were all lighting up cigarettes now.


    Minister Gao picked up a stack of money and patted it: "Back in the day, on the Korean battlefield, American soldiers would often airdrop these things to tempt us to surrender. You know what we did when we found them? Used them to light cigarettes and wipe our bottoms."


    Minister Cui thought he was really going to use it to light a cigarette and quickly said, "Old Gao, you can''t do that now. The country is desperately short of US dors; every bill is precious."


    "The American imperialists, those capitalist dogs, the smell of money," Minister Gao said as he threw the money back. "Now that we''ve reformed and opened up, we can''t use it to light cigarettes or wipe our bottoms anymore. After all, economic warfare is what''s trendy now."


    To think that they once used US dors to wipe their bottoms and light cigarettes ¨C some soldiers even made them into skynterns to show the American air force how Chinese soldiers viewed money as worthless as dirt.


    The 38th parallel was won with their blood, sweat, and young lives.


    But now it''s different ¨C these have be precious, they''re weapons too. The changes of time are just that cruel, washing these old waves up onto the beach to die.


    Yan Peiheng, currently the top leader, looked around and cleared his throat, ready to speak, and everyone immediately sat up straight.


    The ownership of this hundred thousand, and what to do about Yan Jun ¨C there should be quite an argument starting now.


    In the kitchen, Yan Zhao surprisingly knew how to arrange flowers, using a jar to arrange them with varying heights, creating a nice pattern. After adding water, he handed them to Chen Men and said softly, "These are for you."


    Chen Men rolled her eyes and ignored him.


    So Yan Zhao asked, "You don''t like them?" After a pause, he added, "Did you see something today?"


    Just as Yan Zhao would be instantly irritated whenever Yan Xishan appeared before Men''s eyes, now that Zhou Xueqin hade today, if Chen Men hadn''t seen her, that would be fine, but if she had, she would surely be angry.


    Could it be that she was angry because she saw Zhou Xueqin?


    But probably not, because Chen Men looked outside and rolled her eyes: "Officer Yan, your father wants to keep Jim, but he doesn''t have the ability to take care of him himself, so he''ll probably want me to do it. What should we do? Besides Jim, there''s also John, and he might want to call back John and Mike too. What should I do?"


    Though they still didn''t know Yan Peiheng''s attitude towards the US dors and Yan Jun.


    From the moment he used the Little Red Building as coteral to keep Jim in Yanguan Vige, Chen Men understood that Yan Peiheng definitely wanted to keep Jim.


    She wasn''t running a kindergarten - why should she always raise other people''s children?


    Yan Zhao stood there stunned. Regarding Zhou Xueqin, he could silence her with just one sentence, making her not dare to make trouble.


    But as for what to do about Jim, he truly didn''t know.


    "If you''re asking me now whether I''m feeling unwell, I''ll help you figure out a solution for Jim''s situation," Chen Men picked up the flowers and gave her husband a meaningful look.


    Yan Zhao was taken aback and instinctively asked, "Are you really not feeling well?"


    "Speak louder," Chen Men said.


    "Are you really not feeling well physically?" Yan Zhao raised his voice.


    Chen Men held her head and said, "Oh my, I am feeling a bit dizzy, but I can manage. Let''s cook dinner."


    The room happened to bepletely quiet at that moment, and when Yan Peiheng heard this, he immediately said, "Men, go rest. Little Wang, Jim, go help in the kitchen."


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    Carrying the flowers out of the kitchen, as Chen Men passed through the living room, Minister Cui smiled and said, "Men, you''ve worked hard, go get some rest."


    The other leaders also chimed in, "No wonder Old Yan always praises her. His daughter-inw is truly virtuous, trying to cook even when she''s not feeling well. With so many children in the house, preparing a meal is no easy task. It must be really exhausting."


    "You''ve worked hard, go lie down for a while," someone else added.


    Holding the roses, Chen Men went into the bedroom.


    That''s how life is - you need both substance and appearance.


    In such hot weather, who would want to spend three meals a day in the kitchen?


    Why should her sister-inw get help raising her son without paying a penny for food, and why should she, being a daughter-inw just the same, get to sit on the balcony enjoying the cool breeze?


    The squeaky wheel gets the grease. Usually, Chen Men would cook, but today with Liu Xiuying present, she wouldn''t.


    However, she couldn''t ruin her reputation as the most virtuous daughter-inw in the militarypound!


    So you see, only after everyone urged her to rest did she go!

 Chapter 140

    Yan Peiheng had a long talk with Liu Xiuying first before inviting all the leaders toe.


    The old man must have already threatened Liu Xiuying, so although she was resentful, she didn''t dare to speak up and could only sit silently on the balcony listening. When Chen Men passed by, she forced a difficult smile and said, "If you''re not feeling well, you should go rest. Among all our daughters-inw, except for me, everyone seems to be in poor health."


    How unpleasant were those words?


    "Since sister-inw is in good health, why don''t you do more work and cook for us?" Chen Men swayed her hips as she went into the bedroom.


    Liu Xiuying wanted to cook and show her capabilities, but she didn''t dare. Yan Peiheng had drawn a clear line, ordering her to stay on the balcony and not go anywhere.


    If she made a move, she could forget about going abroad in the future.


    Yan Peiheng''s way of handling things exemplified the most qualified and impable leadership style.


    Although family matters are private affairs, it''s like bing a celebrity or public figure - you must ept society''s attention and various voices from all directions. In Yan Peiheng''s position, it would be too easy in this era to engage in corruption, bribery, or use various means to make money.


    It would also be easier to be deceived or trapped.


    Just like with Gu Xiao this time - once something went wrong, it would shame the entire military.


    That''s why he called all the leadership team members, including Commander Liu, to discuss Yan Jun''s case.


    He wanted to openly discuss the indictment and how to handle Yan Jun with everyone.


    "The father-son rtionship must be severed. This is my only request as an old father who has been loyal to the Party and country for many years. I''ve already filed awsuit about this with the military court. As for his mother''s inheritance that he stole, Yan Jun gave this money aspensation, and I''ve epted it," Yan Peiheng said frankly.


    Liu Xiuying was ying with a fake ne that Jim had bought her. The child had yed with it for so long that the gold ting had worn off, revealing a reddish-yellowyer - just brass underneath.


    But this was bought by her son, who firmly believed it must be someone''s family heirloom.


    She also had a copy of "Children''s Digest" in her arms, and she had read Jim''s article in it several times.


    At this moment, she felt grateful to Chen Men, and somewhat grateful to Yan Peiheng.


    After all, when the child is doing well, everything is fine.


    But when she heard Yan Peiheng say he would ept that money, the fake gold ne slipped from her hands and fell to the ground with a ng.


    Liu Xiuying found itughable - Yan Jun had written books his whole life and only earned 80,000 dors, and Yan Peiheng was still human? Wasn''t he supposed to be the one who hated evil most and despised Americans and dors the most? Yet he was going to ept the money?


    And then there was Yan Jun.


    Liu Xiuying trembled with anger, hating herself for being so blind as to have followed Yan Jun.


    80,000 dors would have been enough for their family to live very well in America, so why did Yan Jun bring it back?


    This was the eighteenth floor, and the window was open. If she climbed out and held onto the railing, she could hold on for a while.


    Liu Xiuying was determined not to let Yan Peiheng keep the money, even though she realized her child could be just as sessful living in China, even though she knew deep down that Yan Peiheng kept Jim for the child''s own good.


    But the money was her lifeline, and no one could touch it.


    She had to make a scene, right now.


    She would threaten suicide, and those old leaders would surely work together to pull her back.


    She wanted to return to America, and she must take the money with her - she would never leave it to Yan Peiheng.


    Just then, Little Lang came over, holding two small ice cream cones and taking bites from both sides.


    Seeing Liu Xiuying reaching for the window, he asked, "Aunt, what are you trying to do?"


    "Jump off the building,mit suicide," Liu Xiuying said angrily.


    Little Lang was very surprised: "Then you should wait for Jim, he said he wants tomit suicide too."


    Liu Xiuying froze: "What?"


    "He said suicide is liberation, and he wants to jump too. But Aunt, children in our family don''t jump off buildings because Mom said if we do, our heads will stter like rotten watermelons, and we''ll never be able to eat ice cream, watch videos, or y with other kids again, so we stay far away from windows," Little Lang said.


    Mike was always talking about suicide, constantly saying he wanted to liberate himself and his parents.


    How did Jim develop such an attitude too?


    Liu Xiuying stood there stunned.


    At this moment, the "Children''s Digest" that had fallen to the ground was blown open by the wind.


    Her eyes fell on thest paragraph, where Jim had written:


    Mom once gave me an article topic called "God Bless America," but I thought about it for a long time and didn''t know what to write, because in America, I was like a bird in a cage. I''ve seen the beautiful sunset on the West Coast beaches, but only on TV, so I don''t know what it feels like to be blown by the sea breeze. I''ve also seen beautiful greenwns, but those belong to rich people''s golf courses. I could only smell the fresh grass but never knew what it felt like to step on it.


    But about China, I have endless things to write about. I remember the locust trees and blue sky I saw when I was drunk, I''ve tasted the spicy snacks that make you want to cry yet feel happy, and my brother Little Wang and I have walked every inch of Xiping City. Although Mom says America is the symbol of freedom, China is the ce that gave me freedom.


    God bless China, I hope it gets better and better, because this is, in my heart, truly a sacrednd of freedom and democracy!


    The article is titled "God Bless My China"!


    Liu Xiuying slumped back down.


    At this time, Yan Peiheng continued: "As everyone knows, our military region has been sincere in dealing with Singaporean businessman Gu Xiao, showing great tolerance by coordinating his return to China and allowing him to invest in military factories. My daughter-inw earns 100 yuan, of which 49 must be given to him, but this time, despite our thorough preparations, he stood us up."


    Everyone knew this, and they all nodded in silence.


    They had been humiliated!


    The military region had invited him so sincerely, but he had given them a resounding p in the face.


    For these old soldiers who had participated in the Korean War and shed blood at the 38th parallel, this was an extreme insult.


    Liu Xiuying was still listening intently, but she was thinking to herself - what did this have to do with Yan Jun''s money?


    Gu Xiao was Yan Peiheng''s own creation, and Liu Xiuying thought he deserved it.


    If she wasn''t afraid that her making a scene would cause Jim to jump with her, she wouldn''t just be sitting there.


    Waiting for doom!


    At this moment, Yan Peiheng reached out and pped the hundred thousand dors, making loud pping sounds: "Just a few days ago, Iy awake all night wondering what to do about the milk powder factory. The milk powder market is so chaotic now, no one is producing good milk powder. Our military-grade milk powder is of unquestionable quality, but without money to invest in production, what can we do? I even considered personally begging Gu Xiao to invest, but... now we have money. This money was brought back from America by Yan Jun, earned by taking all of his mother''s inheritance, so it belongs to my wife Su Wen. The reason I epted this money is that I want to invest it in Food Factory 81 in the name of my grandchildren. Whether it''s enough or not, with this money, the factory should be able to start up."


    Everyone was silent.


    Their eyes were on the hundred thousand dors.


    Suddenly, Minister Cui said, "Yan Jun once said that he went to America to raise his child there, to learn their advanced knowledge and return to serve the country. He took the money, brought the child back - he did what he said."


    The retired Commander Liu felt quite ashamed and said, "This money from Yan Jun can help save face for our military region. It wasn''t easy!"


    Chen Men, who had been lying in bed readingics with a face mask on, sat up straight.


    She had guessed that Yan Peiheng wanted to invest the money in Food Factory 81, but she almost dropped her face mask in shock. Converted to RMB, it would be one million - enough for the milk powder factory to import various advanced equipment and start production lines.


    She had Yan Xishan and Hu Xiaohua; as long as they could produce products, they could first engage in a zero-profit price war to cultivate and capture the market. Within three years, they should be able to break even and maintain factory production.


    More importantly, this factory would belong entirely to their family and not be subject to anyone''s control.


    However, Liu Xiuying probably wouldn''t agree and would likely strongly oppose it.


    At this moment, she was still sitting on the balcony, motionless. Chen Men guessed she must be furious by now.


    There was still thewsuit to consider. Commander Liu had already retired, but for the sake of his child, he had to say something nice: "If that''s the case, Peiheng, don''t sue Yan Jun. Forget about severing the father-son rtionship. Let it go. After all, the child has given you money."


    Minister Cui also said, "Why don''t we drop it? As long as Yan Jun is willing to stay..."


    Minister Gao immediately interrupted them: "Senior leaders, I know you mean well, but regarding policy matters, you''re misleading our old General Yan. If they don''t sever the father-son rtionship, General Yan definitely won''t be elected next term. I advocate for severing the father-son rtionship because I support General Yan serving another term!"


    "Yes, yes, thewsuit should proceed, but regarding the inheritance, don''t sue Yan Jun," Minister Xu said.


    Those who supported thewsuit were the ones who wanted Yan Peiheng to serve another term and were willing to support him.


    At this point, their voices became the majority opinion.


    Liu Xiuying was sweating nervously. Once Yan Peiheng made up his mind, it was usually impossible to change it.


    Sure enough, he said, "For my wife''s sake, I must file thewsuit."


    Liu Xiuying slumped back in her seat, but her eyes suddenly lit up as she thought of a new idea.


    ...


    After the discussion concluded, everyone left.


    Chen Men was quite surprised because when Yan Peiheng said he would invest all the money in the food factory, Liu Xiuying should have been furious.


    That was Yan Jun''s money, which technically meant it was hers.


    But until Yan Peiheng''s colleagues left, Liu Xiuying hadn''t said a word.


    Instead, as soon as everyone left, she slipped into the bedroom with a smile and said, "Men, I heard you''re running Food Factory 81?"


    ...


    "Keep up the good work, sister-inw. I have faith in you. You did so well with Factory 271, and I believe you can do just as well with the milk powder factory," Liu Xiuying added.


    Chen Men understood immediately when she saw that fawning smile.


    This woman was an ountant. She had seen the profits from Factory 271 and recognized the enormous potential and room for growth in China''s economic market. She realized that even if the money was invested, the shares would belong to her children, so it would still be hers.


    Even if Yan Peiheng insisted on giving shares to all the grandchildren, her three children versus Yan Zhao''s two meant she would still hold the majority.


    The money would still be under her control.


    And with Chen Men at the helm, the milk powder factory''s profitability was just a matter of time.


    That''s why she wasn''t making a fuss and seemed so happy.


    But while the money issue was resolved, there was still Yan Jun to consider.


    She tugged at Chen Men''s arm and said, "But Men, what about your elder brother''s situation?"


    Since the hard approach didn''t work, she was trying the soft approach. Yan Peiheng valued Chen Men so highly, this matter would only work with her help!


    Chen Men said, "Sister-inw, Father won''t make any concessions for you, that''s just his personality, but I think you could approach the judges. You''ve heard of ''borrowing the tiger''s might,'' right?"


    If Yan Jun were to be sentenced, Yan Peiheng would be wielding a double-edged sword, one end piercing Yan Jun and the other piercing himself - how could he not suffer?


    Ever since Chen Men came to the capital, Yan Peiheng had spent every night sitting by the window, sleepless, staring outside, often gazing at childhood photos of the three Yan brothers lost in thought.


    That was his own son, who had cooked for him and cleaned for him when he was young. Father and son had relied on each other for many years. If it weren''t for love and pain, why would he be sleepless and sad?


    Although he strongly demanded a prison sentence, the case was being tried by the court and judged by judges. If Liu Xiuying used Yan Peiheng''s name to privately appeal to the judges, exining the old man''s current suffering - with Yan Peiheng being such a high-ranking leader, how could the judges actually sentence Yan Jun?


    By the time the verdict came out, Yan Peiheng''s anger should have subsided, and the couple could return to America, wouldn''t that work?


    Liu Xiuying had once marveled at Chen Men''s business management abilities.


    She had thought then that this woman was so capable that even Gu Xiao couldn''t outmaneuver her.


    Now look, she was equally skilled at giving advice on family matters?


    How had she not thought of "borrowing the tiger''s might" herself?


    But there was another point - as soon as Liu Xiuying hade upstairs earlier, Yan Peiheng had told her that he wanted to keep Jim, and if John and Mike wanted to return, this house would be their home. He would pay for their living expenses, but he wouldn''t allow Liu Xiuying to continue educating the children in her current way. He would wee any children who wanted to return to China and would ept them.


    He had also told Liu Xiuying that his previous wrong approach to parenting had spoiled Yan Jun, and this was his way of making amends for his past debt. He didn''t want the children to be ruined in Yan Jun''s hands.


    But Liu Xiuying''s own struggles in raising the children were also aimed at helping them seed.


    Education in America was much better than in China, but Yan Peiheng was stubborn - what could she do?


    However, now there were five children in total, and if the shares were divided equally, her children would still hold the majority. For the sake of the shares, Chen Men might want to keep the children.


    So she tentatively said, "Men, Father wants to keep Jim. I think you must not want that, right? You''re already so busy with three children."


    Sure enough, Chen Men replied, "I''d love that! Jim is so well-behaved and likes to help around the house. He likes me and enjoys life in China. He doesn''t need to study too much, can go out to y with other children, and watch videos on weekends. In his words, living in America is like being in prison, but in China, he feels very free. He finds inspiration for his writing, and when he ys violin, Yuanyuan apanies him. He feels really happy here."


    Liu Xiuying had been smiling, but her smile gradually froze.


    The children''s shares were the majority stake, so in Chen Men''s eyes, they were now golden tickets.


    Chen Men didn''t just want Jim, she wanted John and Mike too.


    Dream on!


    Liu Xiuying left the bedroom and entered the living room, smiling at Yan Peiheng: "Father, I''ve been thinking a lot today. I feel that our previous parenting philosophy might have been wrong. I''ll learn from Men from now on. I''ll discuss with her about how to educate the children, but I must take Jim with me, okay? After all, I am the children''s birth mother, don''t you agree?"


    Leaving Yan Jun''s money in China to invest in the milk powder factory.


    This was a debt that Liu Xiuying and her husband had owed in front of Su Wen. She didn''t want to give the money or repay the debt, and she would never admit she was wrong, but investment would bring greater returns, so she was willing.


    However, she absolutely had to take her son with her.


    Look at Little Wang and Little Lang - after living with Chen Men for a while, did they even remember their birth mother?


    For this reason alone, Liu Xiuying had to take Jim with her.


    How could she let someone else reap the benefits of a child she had raised for ten years?


    For this, she was willing to temporarily humble herself.


    Yan Peiheng remained silent. It was time for dinner, and he gestured for Little Wang to set out bowls and chopsticks for Liu Xiuying as well.


    Not talking during meals was Yan Peiheng''s house rule - no one spoke at the dinner table.


    Just as they finished eating, someone knocked on the door. A young military officer entered and said, "Colonel Yan, let''s go. The paperwork has been approved, we can do the shooting tonight."


    They had been in the capital for exactly three days, and Little Lang''s grandfather had submitted the request for live ammunition shooting practice.


    The military district''s live firing range wasn''t like a marketce where anyone could enter - outsiders needed approval to get in.


    Today, the approval had finallye through.


    This would be Little Lang''s first time going, and the range supervisor not only brought Little Lang''s entry permit and ticket but also gave Chen Men''s family several visitor passes so they could go observe.


    Chen Men had seen Yan Zhao''s gun and watched him practice with lead bullets, but she had never seen live ammunition firing.


    She had never seen how real guns were fired, so this was perfect - she could take all the children to watch.


    Yan Peiheng made himself a cup of tea and gestured for Liu Xiuying and Jim to enter the study - presumably to have a good talk with mother and son.


    Education, life''s most important test, concerned not only oneself but also the children''s future.


    Liu Xiuying''s apparent submission had earned her an opportunity - a chance for Yan Peiheng to be willing to talk with her.


    The whole family was heading to the firing range.


    In the elevator, Yan Zhao suddenly asked Little Wang, "By the way, do you know what ce you got in the Math Olympiad?"


    The Math Olympiad results normally took a week toe out. Zhou Xueqin was eager to know Lu Dabao''s score and had specifically asked someone to find out, but how would Little Wang know?


    Full of confidence, he still thought he could get first ce.


    "My mom promised me that if I get first ce in the exams, she''ll let me invest my own money. I have to get first ce," Little Wang said defiantly. "What''s the problem, Dad? Don''t you agree?"


    Yan Zhao smirked, showing a rare mischievous expression. "Agree, Ipletely agree. Let''s wait for the results. If you don''t get first ce, don''t even think about making such a ridiculous request to your mom." Then, he whispered to Chen Men, "You can rest assured, he got third ce."


    Chen Men suddenly realized the issue. Little Wang''s potential business partner was going to be the richest man in the country.


    But Little Wang had his pride. If he really got third ce, he probably wouldn''t ask her for investment.


    No wonder Yan Zhao was smirking.


    What should she do? Should she tell Yan Zhao that the seemingly childlike, skinny, and short man Little Wang was talking to would be the richest man in the country?


    If Little Wang invested in hispany, he might never need to struggle again and could live a life of luxury.


    This was the first time Chen Men considered telling Yan Zhao about her reincarnation.


    Should she change her current lifestyle for money?


    The future of China would not only have one richest man. There would be those in real estate, emerce, and the inte. With her knowledge from her previous life''s business school education, Chen Men could easily capitalize on these opportunities.


    She was about to ride the wave and soar.


    But should she tell Yan Zhao about her reincarnation?


    Before she knew it, they had arrived at the shooting range.


    This ce was Yan Zhao''s favorite in this life. It had both outdoor and indoor sections, with a variety of guns on disy, chosen personally by Yan Zhao to decide which one Little Lang should start training with.


    After selecting a suitable one for Little Lang and having him follow an instructor, Yan Zhao picked one for himself. In Chen Men''s eyes, it was the ugliest and most unattractive pistol among them.


    "You''ve never seen me shoot, have you? Come, take a look," Yan Zhao said.


    Compared to Yan Zhao, Chen Men was more interested in seeing how Little Lang was doing. However, Yan Zhao quickly added, "Sister-inw was quite sincere earlier. Jim, do you think Dad won''t stay?"


    If Liu Xiuying was willing to change her educational approach and, after the change, John and Jim remained excellent children, as parents, Yan Jun and Liu Xiuying would be happy and would adjust their strategies. After all, children are best raised by their biological parents.


    Yan Zhao, though somewhat intelligent, was inherently weak when it came to family matters.


    To him, Liu Xiuying hadn''t made a fuss about Yan Peiheng investing in the dairy factory and was willing to change her attitude towards the children. The family harmony seemed excellent.


    He felt his family was truly wonderful.


    But in Chen Men''s view, it wasn''t like that.


    If she hadn''t advised Liu Xiuying to seek the judge''s mercy and release Yan Wei,


    If she hadn''t done a good job raising Jim in Yanguan Vige, would Liu Xiuying have awakened?


    Just now, Chen Men had used reverse psychology, deliberately making Liu Xiuying feel she wanted to take her children, creating a sense of crisis that led her to agree to change.


    People''s mentality changes with circumstances.


    There was no such thing as calm seas and peace in the world. Without Chen Men, these issues might have been argued about for a long time.


    But, to Yan Zhao, there was no need to mention these things.


    Holding an ugly pistol, Yan Zhao put on protective goggles for himself and Chen Men. Aiming at the target, he suddenly said, "I saw Zhou Xueqin today."


    Oh, the man was confessing on his own.


    Actually, Chen Men had seen it too. She had already hung up the phone but, fearing Yan Zhao would be embarrassed, she turned around and pretended to still be on the call.


    "Mm," Chen Men said casually.


    "Maybe people are inherently different. She can''t live a good life, and it''s her fault. You can be happy with me, and it''s all because of you," Yan Zhao said, pulling the trigger. The bullet hit the target.


    The gun was ugly, but it seemed to work well, as the bullet hit the bullseye.


    With five bullets in total, Yan Zhao fired them all in one go, each hitting the bullseye. The shells ejected from the back, several hitting his face.


    "This gun is ugly, but it works really well. Look, you hit every shot," Chen Men said in surprise.


    Just then, a soldier practicing shooting came over and took over the conversation. "Sister, you might not know, but this is one of the worst guns in history. It''s called the Mars. Although it has strong killing power, the recoil is enormous. I can''t even hold it with my wrist strength. There are only 60 of these guns in the world, and very few people can handle them."


    Chen Men wasn''t concerned about how skilled Yan Zhao was. She was still thinking about whether to tell Yan Zhao that Little Wang''s acquaintance was the future richest man.


    Then he switched to another gun, a machine gun, which also seemed to be of poor quality, as Yan Zhao frowned while adjusting it.


    Suddenly, he raised the gun and said, "Yesterday, when I was at the Party School, I ran into a friend who said Lu Jingyu recently borrowed arge sum of high-interest loans to buynd in the capital. But his connections aren''t strong enough, so he might not get thend. If he doesn''t, he won''t be able to repay that money. This year alone, there have been seven or eight cases in the capital of people being run over because they couldn''t repay high-interest loans."


    Pausing, Yan Zhao added, "It''s better to live a simple life. Don''t get rich too early or too easily, like Lu Jingyu. Getting involved with high-interest loans will sooner orter lead to a fall."


    Taking out loans for business was Lu Jingyu''s habit.


    But high-interest loans, under Chen Men''s persuasion in her previous life, he hadn''t dared to touch.


    Real estate in the capital sounded like a lucrative business, but now acquiringnd is like grabbing gold. It requires running connections, finding ways, and bribing.


    If the money is spent and thend isn''t acquired, the high-interest loans could cost him his life.


    Lu Jingyu was rich, but he had be more reckless than in his previous life.


    Thinking about this, Chen Men decided not to tell Yan Zhao about her reincarnation.


    Making money is a matter of fate, but keeping it is even harder. Step by step, experiencing more setbacks, the umted wealth is less likely to be lost.


    Opportunities are rare, but missing them is experience. If Little Wang misses this one, there will be another.


    Giving children too much money too early can harm them if they can''t control themselves.


    For this reason, Chen Men calmed down. Let Little Wang make his own choices about the investment.


    Yan Zhao and his son were fascinated by guns.


    In the sweltering heat, the live-fire shooting range had no air conditioning. Little Lang was just starting to learn how to hold a real gun, not to mention the strength needed to hold it, the recoil of the bullets was nothing like air guns.


    He had to wear thick bulletproof vests in the stuffy bulletproof shooting room.


    The child was drenched in sweat when he came out, and when he took off his clothes, water dripped from his feet. Yuanyuan thought Little Lang had peed himself out of fear and quickly dragged the mischievous Little Wang away, fearing her brother would lose face.


    If it were before, just getting close to Yuanyuan would make Yan Zhao change his expression.


    But recently, Little Wang had behaved well, and his previous wild ambitions were no longer visible.


    So Yan Zhao no longer red at him.


    How wonderful, a happy family.


    On the way home, they ran into Secretary Mao waiting for the elevator.


    "Secretary Mao, it''s sote, what''s the matter?" Yan Zhao asked.


    "The leaders of the Investment Promotion Bureau called to say a businessman named Gu Xiao just arrived in the capital. Probably not used to the summer heat, he suddenly developed multiple organ failure and needs to be treated at 301. Emergency rescue requires a helicopter, and we need to apply for flight permission and coordinate with the hospital department heads..."


    Gu Xiao was actually sick?


    And with multiple organ failure?


    For treating multiple organ failure, 301 was the best, a consensus among domestic hospital rankings.Aliali: 67484067c4f3f33ac47627b2


    Emergency rescue required a helicopter, and flying a helicopter in the capital needed coordination with multiple parties for approval.


    Because this was within the military''s flight defense area.


    That''s why the leaders of the Investment Promotion Bureau contacted Yan Peiheng.


    But was it toote for Secretary Mao to rush to Yan Peiheng?


    Fortunately, Secretary Mao quickly exined, "Commander Liu has already coordinated to dispatch a helicopter, obtain flight clearance, and notify the hospital department to urgently report for duty. So the hospital emergency personnel have already taken the helicopter to the hotel. Gu Xiao is not a military personnel, and unauthorized use of a helicopter requires our Commander Liu to report to higher authorities and exin the situation. I''m going to get his signature now!"


    So, Gu Xiao, who had been ying the military district for a fool, was now critically ill, hanging on by a thread.


    Was it still Yan Peiheng who coordinated to find doctors and arrange for the helicopter?


    And Yan Peiheng didn''t hesitate, didn''t turn a blind eye to his plight, and didn''t deliberately dy time.


    Instead, he went out of his way to coordinate rtionships and expedite the process for him?


    When Gu Xiao wakes up, will he have the nerve to face it?

 Chapter 141

    The elevator opened, and out came Yan Peiheng, putting on his clothes as he walked.


    "Come on, let''s go check it out," he said.


    Yan Zhao noticed something was off about his father''s expression and instinctively felt something was wrong. He asked, "What''s happening?"


    "The doctors have made a preliminary diagnosis that Gu Xiao has food poisoning," Yan Peiheng paused, then continued, "President Qi said when he went to receive them personally, he was berated by their secretary. They believe... that our military district poisoned Gu Xiao!"


    Gu Xiao''s group had just arrived from Singapore, and had only been in the capital for a few hours. They hadn''t even visited the military district yet. Though there was some unclear rtionship between him and Yan Peiheng, while the Investment Promotion Bureau leaders were busy trying to save Gu Xiao, his secretary and private doctor firmly believed that the military district had poisoned him out of dissatisfaction with his actions.


    This needed to be looked into.


    How could they think the military district would poison Gu Xiao? What were his people thinking?


    The children went upstairs first, while the adults got into the car. Chen Men suddenly heard a roaring sound overhead, and the trees in the courtyard rustled violently. Looking up, she saw a helicopter flying at low altitude.


    The 301 Hospital was only a ten-minute walk from the Grade One Family Quarters, and they arrived in no time.


    Yan Zhao followed the helicopter''s path. At the helipad, doctors, nurses, and armed police had formed arge circle.


    The helicopternded, and the car stopped too.


    The rotor des created such strong winds that people could barely walk, and the roaring drowned out all other sounds.


    Except for the nurses in white, everyone was military personnel, all working silently but efficiently.


    Gu Xiao was carried out on a stretcher. The fierce wind made it difficult to keep one''s eyes open, but Chen Men managed to see the frail, thin Gu Xiao wearing a pink shirt with arge green stain on his chest. His already sparse hair was being blown about wildly by the wind.


    From a distance, he seemed to spot Yan Peiheng, and his gaze locked onto him intently.


    The doctors were adjusting the stretcher, preparing to wheel him away. In that brief moment, he pulled at Yan Dongxue, who was fixing his clothes, and said something. Just then, the helicopter''s rotor des shuddered a few times and stopped, the stretcher began moving quickly, and the mor of people''s voices emerged from the noise.


    "We don''t need your treatment. We want to be sent back to Southeast Asia right now," Secretary Wu said loudly. Secretary Wu was actually from Hua Country, though his ancestors had lived in Southeast Asia for generations, and he had even visited Yanguan Vige before.


    The private doctor said, "Professor Gu has only had one ss of red wine since arriving. This is definitely poisoning."


    ...


    "This is retaliation because Professor Gu refused to invest in Hua Country''s military district," Secretary Wu added.


    The Investment Promotion Bureau leaders were nearly going crazy, repeatedly saying, "We''ve already reported this to the police, they''ll be here soon, okay?"


    "We don''t need the police. We need the Southeast Asian conste to intervene. We need to return to Southeast Asia immediately," Secretary Wu insisted.


    The Investment Promotion Bureau leaders were getting a massive headache. They''d invited an important investor, but who knew he would be so difficult to deal with, and cause such a huge mess right after arriving?


    Just then, Yan Peiheng stepped forward and asked what was going on.


    The Investment Promotion Bureau leaders quickly exined, "Commander Yan, this has nothing to do with us. Professor Gu has been staying at the International Hotel since his arrival. The wine he drank was what they brought themselves. After just one ss of wine, he started vomiting and having diarrhea - he was poisoned. Now they think we did it."


    Secretary Wu had arge mobile phone, but because it wasn''t on the samework, he couldn''t make calls. He was discussing with the private doctor: "You stay here and watch him, I''ll go outside to find a phone and call the conste. We need them to send diplomats and journalists. The Hua Country military district poisoning a foreign businessman is a serious incident - it could be an international scandal, showing how the Hua Country military ruthlessly discriminates against and attacks overseas Chinese."


    The way he spoke made it sound as if Gu Xiao was important enough to warrant persecution by the Hua Country military.


    Chen Men was furious just listening to this.


    But father and son Yan Peiheng and Yan Zhao remained calm.


    Since the Investment Promotion Bureau had already reported it to the police, the capital''s police arrived immediately. They couldn''t let these two run around making usations - they needed to be controlled.


    The wine Gu Xiao drank was what they brought themselves. From getting off the ne, they had only traveled to the hotel, and their most significant interaction with the Investment Promotion Bureau people was just a handshake. If the hospital confirmed intentional poisoning, they would have to start investigating with the people closest to him.


    How could it be the military''s doing just because they said so?


    While chaos reigned at the scene and the capital police were negotiating with Secretary Wu and the private doctor, Yan Peiheng''s group entered the hospital building, heading straight for the emergency room.


    Yan Dongxue had apanied Gu Xiao inside. Now that he was in emergency care, she stood in the hallway holding his shoes, tie, and various other items.


    "Dongxue?" Yan Peiheng called out.


    "Uncle, it''s been a long time," Yan Dongxue said. Thest time she saw Yan Peiheng was the year she left the country.


    It had been almost ten years.


    "What did Gu Xiao say earlier?" Yan Peiheng asked.


    Earlier, Gu Xiao had stared intently at Yan Peiheng and said something to Yan Dongxue. Yan Peiheng wanted to know what it was.


    "Professor Gu said that your temper hasn''t changed - he was just joking, but you wanted to kill him," Yan Dongxue replied.


    So not only did his secretary and private doctor believe Gu Xiao was poisoned by the Hua Country military, but Gu Xiao himself thought so too?


    Chen Men expected her father-inw to explode in anger, to rush into the emergency room and grab Gu Xiao by the cor to demand answers.


    But Yan Peiheng didn''t. He just gave a soft, cold sneer and said, "He thinks too highly of himself, and he''s giving me, Yan, too much credit."


    For a first-grademander who could join the Military Commission after this term, would he really poison someone over a weak, sickly person? Gu Xiao was being naive.


    Yan Dongxue stood there holding the pair of shoes and tie, looking up at Yan Peiheng''s family.


    After a while, looking at Chen Men, she lowered her voice and said, "Sister-inw, actually, I think if someone really did poison him, it was probably the shareholders from Singapore, but I don''t have any evidence. It''s just my guess."


    "This is our territory, our Hua Country. Gu Xiao is still a shareholder of our 271. Who would want him dead? I certainly don''t. Speak up," Chen Men said.


    Yan Dongxue realized she was right and began to exin.


    This was Gu Xiao''s situation in Southeast Asia: he had a main business, a legally operatingpany where he was the chairman. Besides him, there were seven or eight other shareholders. At the same time, they were also a political party, and all thepany''s assets had been notarized long ago to be left to that party.


    Gu Xiao wasn''t the party leader, but he was someone who could control the party from behind the scenes.


    Additionally, he maintained good rtions with the ruling party, belonging to the type of party that, while independent, had always firmly supported the ruling party.


    Thepany''s shareholders were all local young people whom Gu Xiao had carefully selected when he first went to Southeast Asia - smart, capable young people. Gu Xiao was their teacher and boss, and he had even given them shares. He was like a father figure to them, a godfather-like figure to that group of shareholders.


    Of course, they showed great respect for Gu Xiao.


    However, in Yan Dongxue''s view, this was only superficial. Although they always appeared very devout when meeting Gu Xiao, she had heard several shareholdersin that Gu Xiao, as a Hua Country person, was too pro-Hua Country.


    In recent years, Gu Xiao had been consistently investing in Hua Country enterprises and supporting Hua Country factories.


    Woman''s intuition told her that although these shareholders had always supported Gu Xiao without question, she could see their dissatisfaction in their eyes.


    After finishing, Yan Dongxue added, "Of course, this is just my spection. Secretary Wu and the private doctor are both from our Hua Country and arepletely loyal to Professor Gu. When I mentioned this to them earlier, they didn''t believe it and insisted it was done by the Hua Country military."


    Yan Peiheng didn''t understand business, couldn''t even grasp what chairman or shareholder meant, and was still frowning in thought when Yan Zhao asked, "What is Gu Xiao''spany''s main business? What kind of business do they do?"


    Yan Dongxue was just a private caregiver, and she wasn''t allowed to be present when Gu Xiao met with the shareholders.


    Although she had been with Gu Xiao for many years, she didn''t really know what his main business was.


    She only knew that he had business dealings with many countries, and it was extremely profitable - every conversation involved tens, hundreds, or thousands of millions of dors.


    "Third Brother, I believe in our uncle''s character. He couldn''t have poisoned Gu Xiao, but Secretary Wu and the Private Doctor, even Professor himself, think you all did it. What should we do?" Yan Dongxue asked again.


    "Stay here and watch over things for now, try not to leave the hospital. Let me investigate the situation first," said Yan Zhao.


    In his view, it was almost certain that Gu Xiao had been harmed by his shareholders.


    But for any incident, there had to be a reason and motive.


    They didn''t know when Gu Xiao would wake up, and until he did, they couldn''t leave.


    The secretary and private doctor were now under police control.


    For Yan Zhao, treating this as a case to investigate was the best approach.


    It was already 1 AM, and he needed to go home - Yan Peiheng wouldn''t be able to hold out much longer.


    But even after returning home, there would be no rest.


    The hundred thousand dors sat on the study room desk, and Yan Peiheng now needed to hand it over to Chen Men.


    Of course, he wouldn''t just hand it over casually - he had drafted a contract that Chen Men needed to sign before receiving the money.


    Chen Men nced at the contract and said, "Dad, we only have five children in our family, why did you divide it into eight shares?"


    The total of 100,000 dors was divided into eight portions - seven children would each get 10,000, and the remaining 30,000 would be held by Chen Men alone.


    Yan Peiheng exined, "Yan Wei is about to have a daughter, so that''s one share. You get thergest share, which was your mother''s. Yuan Yuan is my granddaughter, she must have a share too. As for Mike and his two brothers'' shares, you''ll manage their dividends until theye of age - they can''t have the money until then."


    Yan Wei and his wife, Qi Songlu, handled a lot of money but were rather indifferent to it, believing only in what they earned themselves. However, Yan Wei was quite unhappy about Yan Peiheng giving the small red building to Yuan Yuan, though he felt better after Chen Men exined things.


    But he would probably be happy to know that the old man had thought of his daughter in the 100,000-dor share distribution.


    Liu Xiuying, however, who had been counting on this money, would probably be furious.


    Out of eight shares, her family only got 30%, while Chen Men alone got 30%. She had gone from being the major shareholder to a minor one, while Chen Men would be the absolute controlling shareholder of the milk powder factory - with her three children, she would own 60% of the shares.


    As for the dividends, once the children came of age, they would receive them directly, bypassing Liu Xiuyingpletely.


    All she could do was watch helplessly and fret?


    The old man had kept his word - he had effectively cut the eldest son and his wife out of the family.


    With the hundred thousand dors by her bedside that night, Chen Men''s dreams were filled with the scent of money.


    The next morning, Yan Zhao was up earliest, around five o''clock.


    Chen Men woke up shortly after, disturbed by him, and asked sleepily, "Why are you up so early?"


    "Little Wolf snores, and Little Wang keeps tossing and turning. I couldn''t sleep with them making all that noise," Yan Zhao said while frying eggs, then suddenly frowned and said, "Two months."


    "What two months?" Chen Men asked, rubbing her eyes.


    Yan Zhao licked his lips and said, "We need to sleep separately for two months."


    In the capital, they couldn''t sleep together and had to sleep separately. Of course, Chen Men thought this was normal, and as an old married couple still under the same roof, sleeping apart for two months wasn''t a big deal - many couples slept separately after having children anyway.


    However, Yan Zhao liked sleeping with her because she slept quietly, didn''t move around, and didn''t snore.


    Understanding Yan Zhao''s frustration with their sons'' snoring and kicking, Chen Men wanted tofort him. While it was still dark, she gestured toward the main bathroom and had just softly asked, "Want to take a shower together?" when she heard someone call from behind, "Auntie?"


    "Jim, you haven''t left?" Chen Men turned around, surprised to see Jim.


    She hadn''t seen the boyst night and assumed he had left with his mother.


    Jim shook his head and held up his finger, saying, "I''m staying for another month!"


    It turned out that Liu Xiuying still had to wait for the court''s decision before returning to America, and only then could she take Jim with her. For now, Jim would stay at home until the end of summer vacation.


    Chen Men certainly hoped Jim would leave - three boys, no matter how well-behaved, could be too much for most people to handle when they started arguing.


    However, seeing the little one looking dejected, Chen Men felt sympathetic and said, "When you''re back in America, if you''re not happy there, remember to call your grandfather and have him bring you back."


    "Of course! And I''ll bring my big brother and second brother back with me!" Jim said confidently. "I''m going back to get my brothers."


    Chen Men was dumbfounded.


    She wished she hadn''t said anything - one bringing back three, wouldn''t that drive her crazy?


    After some thought, she said, "Jim, it''s better to listen to your mom. If you have any issues, discuss them with her. If you''re unhappy about something, tell her your concerns and work things out together. Don''t keep talking abouting back - that would hurt your mother''s feelings. She loves you, okay?"


    "Okay, but when I go back, I''m going to tell my brothers all the good things about Hua Country. I''m sure they''ll want toe back too. Auntie, then our whole family can be together!" Jim said innocently and confidently, making a V-sign with his fingers.


    Well, that brought tears to her eyes.


    Now Chen Men could only pray that Liu Xiuying would treat her three sons well.


    Otherwise, if Jim brought John, and John brought Mike, the three of them might really sneak back here.


    That day, Gu Xiao still hadn''t woken up, and the hospital called to confirm it was deliberate food poisoning.


    Of course, the police had already opened a case, ssifying it as a criminal investigation.


    Consequently, the secretary and private doctor would be detained, and even Yan Dongxue had to cooperate with the capital''s police investigation.


    As for whether Gu Xiao should return to Singapore, that was impossible now. He was in a deepa, a critically ill patient fighting for his life, and the military hospital''s diagnosis was that it would take at least half a month before he would be out of danger.


    Of course, while Gu Xiao''s life and death had some connection to Chen Men, it wasn''t a major concern for her.


    For her, the most important thing was managing the milk powder factory.


    Now that she had the hundred thousand dors in hand, it was time to sign contracts with the military district, change the legal representative, renovate and outfit the factory, hire workers, and officially start production.


    Hu Xiaohua suggested exchanging the dors on the ck market, saying they could get 10 or even 11 yuan per dor.


    He assured her confidently that he knew several loan sharks who desperately needed dors and were very eager to do business with Chen Men.


    But after some thought, Chen Men decided to exchange at one of the four major banks for safety.


    The current official exchange rate between RMB and USD was 1:6, but at banks like Construction Bank and Industrial and Commercial Bank, you could get around 9.3. The banks were desperate for dors and very willing to exchange. Finally, Chen Men reached an agreement with Industrial and Commercial Bank for them toe to her personally to exchange the money, resulting in exactly 928,000 yuan.


    In her two lifetimes, this was the first time Chen Men had experienced door-to-door service from a bank, with the bank president and director personally bringing the money box to deliver her cash.


    Once the cash was exchanged, she could call Chen Degong to bring workers to the capital to begin construction.


    Meanwhile, Chen Men would need to prepare to purchase importedrge-scale dairy production lines.


    Without the inte yet, all international businessmunications were handled through various associations.


    To import drying towers and milk powder packaging production lines, she needed to register with the Dairy Association first, who would then contact manufacturers in Hond and Australia toe negotiate with Chen Men.


    Chen Men could only stay in the capital for at most 50 days - she would have to return when the children''s vacation ended.


    So during this time, she needed to finalize the production line deal, then have Xue Ming take over production, and once the products were fully in production, she would return to the capital to handle sales.


    Busy with all these matters, half a month passed in the blink of an eye.


    During the past two weeks, Gu Xiao had been drifting in and out of consciousness, never fully regaining awareness. He remained in the intensive care unit throughout this period.


    After lengthy police questioning, Yan Dongxue was the first to be cleared of suspicion. She was now at the military hospital, keeping a close watch over Gu Xiao.


    As for the Private Doctor and Secretary Wu, although they were ethnically Chinese, they held Singaporean passports and were purely Southeast Asian citizens.


    They not only refused to acknowledge that someone from Singapore had poisoned Gu Xiao but alsopletely refused to cooperate with Hua Country''s police investigation. They would only speak with theirwyer, maintainingplete silence with the capital''s police. Currently, they were negotiating through theirwyer with the capital''s police, wanting not only to return to Singapore themselves but also to take Gu Xiao, who had just barely escaped death, back with them.


    This situation made Yan Dongxue extremely anxious.


    She firmly believed that Gu Xiao had been harmed by his own shareholders, but she couldn''t convince the secretary and private doctor of this. Moreover, before losing consciousness, Gu Xiao himself had firmly believed that the Hua Country military was responsible for harming him.


    Now, while he remained unconscious, there was a concern that once he regained consciousness, if he requested to return to Singapore, the Hua Country authorities would have to let him go. And if he went back, what if he ended up losing his life?


    That''s why she had been constantly urging Yan Zhao to investigate and find some evidence.


    Chen Men was also puzzled. Murder for profit needed a motive, but Gu Xiao had already left all his assets to the shareholders. Even the 271 shares belonged to those shareholders, and although Gu Xiao was pro-Hua Country, the money he made here still benefited Southeast Asia.


    So why would the shareholders want to harm him?


    On this particr day, just as Chen Men was leaving the Dairy Association, she received a page from Yan Zhao, inviting her to dinner. He said he had finally found someone who had previously worked with Gu Xiao''spany and could gather information about thepany''s situation. He believed he could uncover the shareholders'' criminal motives and asked her toe over.


    The Dairy Association wasn''t far from the Party School. Seeing it was 4:30 PM, Chen Men turned her steering wheel and drove straight to the Party School.


    This was her first time picking up Yan Zhao from school.


    The Party School operated under closed management, with internal dormitories and cafeterias. Since most students were from out of town, except for day students, all daily activities took ce within the school, making it closed to the public.


    Just at the entrance, Chen Men saw two female colleagues carrying shopping bags trying to enter the Party School, signing in at the security office for clearance.


    One of them said with augh, "Do you think our big monitor Yan will report us for taking leave to go shopping?"


    The other replied, "Surely not? Maybe you should sweet-talk him a bitter, beg him?"


    "Among all the male ssmates, he''s the hardest to talk to, with that stern face of his. I don''t dare ask him, you do it," said the first one.


    Hearing the words "stern face," Chen Men knew they must be talking about Yan Zhao.


    As these two women were chatting, the dismissal bell rang. Within thirty seconds, Yan Zhao emerged from the building. The two women had just entered the campus when one of them called out, "Monitor Yan, we only went out because we weren''t feeling well, you..."


    Yan Zhao, knowing Chen Men was waiting for him, had been walking quickly but suddenly stopped: "Not feeling well but buying so many things?" It was obvious from their shopping bags that they''d been out shopping.


    "We just happened to do some shopping after leaving the hospital..." one of the women said in a coquettish tone.


    "I''ve already marked you absent. Go back and copy the notes three times, or I''ll record it as skipping ss," Yan Zhao said as he strode out the gate towards Chen Men, leaving the two women standing there.


    After a while, the women stomped their feet and went upstairs.


    These were all students from out of town, and both women were in their thirties. It was normal for them to want to skip ss and go shopping. Chen Men watched from afar and couldn''t help but feel sorry for them.


    Having Yan Zhao as their monitor was like having a strict taskmaster who would deprive them of the joy of shopping.


    Chen Men figured Yan Zhao was nning to treat someone to dinner, and since he usually didn''t carry much money, she offered him her wallet: "We''re going to eat, right? Here, take this money, you can pay with it."


    "No need, we''re just meeting to talk, not eating," Yan Zhao said, pushing the wallet back.


    He seemed particrly excited today and added, "Let''s get a hotel room tonight. Where''s the best hotel in the capital? Let''s get a room there, I want to treat you to something special."


    They''d been in the capital for almost half a month, and although they asionally managed to steal moments together, they couldn''t sleep in the same bed.


    For Yan Zhao, not being able to sleep with Chen Men at night made him restless.


    So for the past few days, he''d been talking about wanting to get a room, to spend a night out.


    But Chen Men thought he was being too ambitious. Any guesthouse near here would do, yet he wanted to stay at the capital''s best hotel.


    "The International Hotel would be about 800 yuan per night, but I don''t have that kind of money," Chen Men said deliberately.


    If Yan Zhao had his own money and wanted to stay at the International Hotel, Chen Men would be happy to enjoy such luxury, but if she had to pay, she''d rather not.


    "I''ll pay for it. After we finish talking, let''s go to the International Hotel," Yan Zhao said.


    Suddenly wanting to stay at the International Hotel made Chen Men suspicious. She wondered if this man had either taken bribes or done something illegal for payment; otherwise, how could he afford a five-star hotel?


    Just then, someone called out, "Men?"


    Chen Men turned around to see her sister-inw Liu Xiuying and a middle-aged man arriving in a BMW.


    It turned out that the person Yan Zhao had found was through Liu Xiuying''s connections.


    This was quite normal, as Liu Xiuying had been to Singapore and visited Gu Xiao''spany, so she knew some people who knew Gu Xiao.


    Currently, Liu Xiuying''s situation was this: Yan Peiheng had already settled the matter of equity shares.


    Her three children would only get 30%, which would be held in trust by Chen Men.


    She was angry about this of course, but there was nothing she could do. After all, Yan Peiheng was the kind of person who could live separated from his wife for twenty years ¨C who could win against someone like that?


    The fortunate part was that the court had promised to hear the case next month, which would only result in terminating the father-son rtionship and deportation, not imprisonment for Yan Jun. Back in America, Yan Jun would have a job and could get a green card. After calming down and thinking it through, Liu Xiuying found this oue eptable, which was why she had been so eager to help when Yan Zhao approached her, actively seeking out and contacting people connected to Gu Xiao.


    And she had actually found someone.


    This person was Hu Baiye, who had been doing business in Singapore for the past couple of years and had recently returned to the country.


    Today, Liu Xiuying had arranged a meeting with Hu Baiye, intending to have him talk properly with Yan Zhao.


    Since Chen Men had helped Liu Xiuying tremendously and was now the trustee of her three sons'' shares, Liu Xiuying felt obliged to curry favor with her. Before the car had evene to aplete stop, she jumped out: "Come on, Men, experience the BMW. You haven''t ridden in one before, right?"


    The man called Hu Baiye also got out of the car and very eagerly opened the back door, saying, "Miss Chen, Director Yan, please get in. Let''s have dinner together tonight, my treat. Whatever you''d like to eat, just name it."


    "I just have a few questions to ask, we''ll talk right here," Yan Zhao said, pointing to the ground.


    As a businessman, Hu Baiye saw government officials like Yan Zhao, who was attending Party School, as potential assets. If he could win him over with bribes, it could mean smooth sailing for his business, so he naturally wanted to treat Yan Zhao to dinner.


    But Yan Zhao only wanted information, not dinner with him. He got straight to the point: "What kind of business did Gu Xiao''spany actually do?"


    Mr. Hu Baiye quickly replied, "On the surface, it was called medical equipment, but privately, they dealt with various international waste disposal, cooperating with several major economic powers to help process different types of waste. It was an extremely profitable business."


    Although he often dealt with government officials, Yan Zhao''s demeanor was quite different from others.


    He was tall with dark skin, and under his short-sleeved shirt, his muscr arms were clearly visible. His sharp, cold eyes stared at Hu Baiye, making him feel ufortable. He meant to take out cigarettes but pulled out his mobile phone instead, and when he finally managed to get the cigarettes out to offer to Yan Zhao, the next question was alreadying: "What kind of cooperation did you discuss with them at the time?"


    Hu Baiye hurriedly exined, "When I went to seek cooperation with Gu Xiao, I wanted to help him process some international waste materials. Since our country is close to Southeast Asia, logistics would be cheaper, but he refused and drove me away. He sends all the international waste to certain African countries, refusing to let our countrymen handle it."


    Finally, he found his cigarette, but now the lighter had disappeared somewhere.


    Meanwhile, Yan Zhao was already waving his hand, saying, "I understand. We''ll meet again when there''s a chance."


    With that, he turned and left, holding Chen Men''s hand.


    His sudden departure left not only Hu Baiye standing there dumbfounded as he searched for his lighter, but Liu Xiuying was alsopletely stunned.


    This was because Jim had been very reluctant to return to America, preferring to stay in the military district, thoroughly enjoying himself and refusing to see Liu Xiuying. Liu Xiuying was afraid that Chen Men would want to keep Jim here, and she was particrly worried. She had hoped to have a meal together today to improve rtions with Chen Men, so she could persuade Jim to leave with her.


    But Yan Zhao, that living King of Hell, showed no understanding of social graces, barely speaking three sentences before leaving?


    They could have at least had a meal together. Why was he just like Yan Peiheng,pletelycking in human warmth?


    After watching them walk away, Hu Baiye turned to Liu Xiuying: "Why is your third brother so difficult to talk to? And why did he leave without asking me anything?"


    "How should I know? In Xiping City, they call him the living King of Hell," Liu Xiuying said angrily.


    She truly couldn''t understand how the world could produce such an peculiar father-son pair as Yan Peiheng and Yan Zhao.


    They werepletely unreasonable and impossible to deal with, yet somehow no one could do anything about them.


    While Liu Xiuying and Hu Baiye were puzzled, Chen Men was equally confused. Yan Zhao had barely exchanged two sentences with Hu Baiye, yet somehow he seemed to have immediately understood something?


    When they reached the parking lot and got into the car, Chen Men had to ask.


    Of course, since Chen Men asked, Yan Zhao would certainly answer.


    He first asked Chen Men, "That Hu Baiye, did he want to buy international waste materials from Gu Xiao, but Gu Xiao refused?"


    "Yes, and he even gave Hu Baiye a harsh scolding," Chen Men replied.


    "Currently, the world faces major problems with electronic, medical, and various chemical wastes. No country wants these wastes on their own soil because they pollute thend and harm people''s health. They want to sell it off, and third-world countries be the dumping grounds for these wastes. Gu Xiao makes excellent profits in this business, and currently, he''s processing these wastes in the poorest African countries. However, his shareholders, probably for logistics convenience, want to secretly process the waste in our country''s territory."


    Yan Zhao paused before continuing, "But this is still Gu Xiao''s homnd, and he definitely wouldn''t agree to that. That''s why his shareholders want to eliminate him quickly, so they can sell waste to Hua Country."Aliali: 674b2f25c4f3f33ac49eb9b3


    With social development, chemical, electronic, and medical waste had indeed be a global problem.


    In her previous life, Chen Men had seen news reports about how certain African countries, after years of processing waste for developed nations, had not only suffered severend pollution but also had 30% of their poption suffering from various diseases due to toxic waste.


    This exnation made perfect sense.


    Gu Xiao was still a citizen of Hua Country, and no matter how much he might hate this country, he wouldn''t want to process toxic waste on his homnd''s soil. That was the real reason why the Southeast Asian shareholders wanted to eliminate him.


    Those people weren''t citizens of Hua Country, and to save on transportation costs, they preferred to process toxic waste in Hua Country.


    Currently, with imperfect legition, people like Hu Baiye in the country were happy to handle toxic waste.


    After all, there was money to be made.


    And now the biggest obstacle was Gu Xiao, a patriotic citizen of Hua Country!


    Poor old Mr. Gu hadn''t even woken up yet. When he does wake up and learns this news, who knows whether he should cry orugh.


    One has to wonder, would he still cry and beg to return to Southeast Asia?

 Chapter 142

    In recent days, Gu Xiao had been waking up more frequently, and although he couldn''t speak due to the intubation, he could nowmunicate with others through writing.


    Yan Zhao said he wanted to take Chen Men out for dinner and promised to take her to a hotel, but just then, Yan Dongxue called: "Sister-inw, Professor Gu was more lucid today. When I visited him, he kept asking to see you and Third Brother, and he was also insisting on seeing his secretary and returning to Southeast Asia. What should we do?"


    Gu Xiao wanted to see Yan Peiheng and his son, saying he needed to return to Southeast Asia.


    Regarding toxic waste, it was an industry that generated tens of millions of dors in profits annually.


    Since Yan Zhao already knew the main cause of the situation, why didn''t he hurry to the hospital to tell Gu Xiao? Which hotel was he staying at?


    But Yan Zhao remained unhurried, turning the steering wheel toward the International Hotel.


    The International Hotel was currently the capital''srgest and most luxurious hotel.


    A suite cost thousands of yuan, with the most basic standard room priced at 799 yuan. In her previous life, Chen Men had been here many times, so it wasn''t particrly novel to her. Besides, they had just bought Little Wang aputer, so it was better to be frugal.


    "Let''s forget it and go home instead of staying here," Chen Men said.


    The front desk staff at the International Hotel was naturally very friendly, smiling as they asked Yan Zhao, "Sir, which type of room would you like?"


    After looking for a while, Yan Zhao pulled out eight hundred yuan from his pocket: "The 799 one."


    The receptionist took the money, typed something, and said with a smile, "Sir, we also need a deposit of 800 yuan. Would you like to pay by check or cash?"


    The dark-faced "King of Hell" was taken aback: "A deposit too?" He reached into his pocket again, but it was empty.


    When they traveled for work, they always stayed at local police guesthouses, only needing a voucher. Clearly, Yan Zhao only had eight hundred yuan in his pocket, so would they not be able to stay at this hotel?


    "Here''s the deposit," Chen Men quickly pulled out eight hundred yuan and said.


    It seemed they would have to stay at this hotel now.


    "Very well, I''ll get your room ready right away," the receptionist said with a smile.


    Chen Men realized that Yan Zhao only had eight hundred yuan, which was enough for the room but not for the deposit.


    However, she was still curious about where he got those eight hundred yuan from.


    After getting the room key, Chen Men held onto it, not giving it to Yan Zhao, and asked first: "Officer Yan, where did this money reallye from?"


    Although most corrupt government officials embezzled money for mistresses and lovers,


    Some did it because they felt their wives lived too hard a life and wanted topensate them, thinking it was okay to take a little here and there. It would start with dozens or hundreds, then gradually increase to thousands and tens of thousands, eventually reaching hundreds of thousands or millions. But this kind of thing was like drugs - you couldn''t touch even a bit of it.


    At this moment, Chen Men had already considered many possibilities.


    But Yan Zhao gave her apletely unexpected answer: "During the two-month training at the Party School, we get an eight-hundred-yuan monthly allowance for room and board. I bring lunch and eat dinner at home, and don''t stay in the Party School dormitory, so they give me that money."


    So this was his saved-up allowance from two months?


    Chen Men had nothing more to say.


    Secretly, she even felt touched. In her previous life, she had married two wealthy men.


    Though they made lots of money, they were extremely stingy when it came to her spending any of it. In this life, she married a poor man, but he wanted to spend every penny he had on her.


    This was the dark-faced man''s first time in such a luxurious ce, and he couldn''t even find the elevator. With the room key in hand, he wandered around looking for stairs. With his darkplexion and naturally imposing manner of walking, everyone in the lobby was staring at him.


    Fortunately, Chen Men was quick to spot the elevator and pulled him there.


    Upstairs, the corridor was covered with extremely thick wool carpet that felt like walking on clouds.


    Opening the door to their room, they found the same thick carpeting, thick curtains, and a double bed that was both soft and wide with excellent spring. Lifting the bed skirt and sitting down gently, one would bounce right back up.


    Yan Zhao took off his dress shirt, wearing only his undershirt, and his gaze fell on the 18-inch t-screen TV. This was his first time seeing a t-screen TV. He touched it, then sat on the edge of the bed, letting out an earth-shattering exmation: "This bed... it''s not stuffed with straw?"


    When he traveled for work, he always stayed at local police guesthouses where the mattresses were straw-filled. He had thought all hotel beds in the world used straw mattresses.


    Since they were staying in such a nice ce, the couple naturally had to engage in some intimatemunication.


    Just before their intimate moment, Yan Zhao made another muffled observation: "The springs in this bed don''t make noise."


    The squeaky spring bed at home had been Yan Zhao''s lifelong nightmare.


    But this bed had one drawback - you would sink right into it, making it difficult for Yan Zhao to exert force.


    Chen Men, being older now, had developed certain preferences in intimate matters and also found it ufortable, so she pulled a pillow under her hips.


    But this action startled Yan Zhao, who immediately stopped: "Men, other people still need to sleep on that pillow."


    Using a pillow under one''s bottom was something this rule-abiding man couldn''t ept.


    Chen Men, in the midst of her pleasure, murmured: "These big hotels always give you two pillows - one for your head, and one specifically for putting under your bottom."


    If their first time together had been an initiation for someone as inexperienced as Yan Zhao, this was certainly the second. While he didn''t mind if Men used the pillow that way, he couldn''t help but think about whether others had used his head pillow the same way.


    But using a pillow did add a special vor to things.


    Being an old married couple staying at a hotel naturally meant their intimate timested longer than usual.


    In the middle of summer, they were both sweating after their activities. Seeing the self-heating kettle in the room, Yan Zhao figured out how to use it without instruction and started boiling water to make tea.


    "Wait, people might have tapped cigarette ash in that kind of kettle. Let''s dump this water and boil a fresh pot," Chen Men said as she reached for the tea tray, casually adding, "I remember the International Hotel usually provides ck tea bags in the evening, why is this green tea?"


    Having been ustomed to this in her previous life, she called the front desk to request ck tea bags.


    To Chen Men, this was perfectly natural.


    However, watching this, Yan Zhao found it very unusual. Logically, Chen Men should have been staying at this kind of hotel for the first time, just like him, but why did she act as if she frequently stayed at such hotels?


    Of course, Yan Zhao, being shrewd, didn''t question it at the moment.


    New bed, new bedding made the old married couple feel like newlyweds as they cuddled together and slept beautifully through the night.


    Chen Men had been reborn for many years but had never slipped up in front of Yan Zhao. However, tonight''sfortable atmosphere and soft mattress almost made her reveal herself. When the neighbors were making noise with drinking games and shouting, Chen Men momentarily thought she was with Lu Jingyu and pushed Yan Zhao: "Lu Jingyu, go see why it''s so noisy next door, call andin about it."


    But she caught herself immediately and fell silent.


    Fortunately, Yan Zhao was sleeping deeply and didn''t hear.


    The next day was weekend, and they slept in naturally. Since Yan Zhao wasn''t in a hurry, Chen Men had no reason to be either. They enjoyed the buffet breakfast at the International Hotel, eating their fill before heading home.


    At home, Yuanyuan was taking piano lessons from a teacher she''d found in the courtyard, Little Lang had gone to his familiar routine of gun practice, while Little Wang and Jim were squeezed together, ying with the newly installedputer.


    Currently, Hua Country hadn''t yet joined the international inte, so they could only practice typing and y games. Jim, who frequently usedputers in America, wasn''t impressed and typed away loudly on the keyboard, but Little Wang was concerned, crying out with every loud tap from Jim: "Be careful! This was bought with my mom''s money, you''re wasting my mom''s money doing that!"


    "What''s your problem? The keyboard won''t break," Jim deliberately typed even louder.


    Little Wang bumped him away with his hip and took over the keyboard, typing gently while saying: "Nonsense, my friend said keyboards are consumables, they need to be reced every three to five years, without exception. That''s whyputers and the inte are such a vast market - they''ll have sustained consumer demand in the future."


    "You''re always talking about business, it''s really annoying," Jim said.


    Speaking of consumables and the inte, Chen Men suddenly had a realization. Recently, Little Wang had been discussing business with the future richest man of Hua Country. Logically, after finalizing the deal, he should have asked her for investment money.


    The wholesale market had a rent of over 60,000, and although the money was in Xiping City, Chen Men could first transfer money from the milk powder factory''s ount for Little Wang''s investment, and bnce the bookster when she returned.


    Buttely, the child hadn''t mentioned anything about it. What was going on?


    "Little Wang, weren''t you discussing investment with a friend? Why haven''t I heard anything about ittely?" Chen Men asked.


    Little Wang carefully typed on his keyboard and said, "Never mind, Mom. I only got third ce, didn''t I? We agreed you''d only invest if I got first ce. A man must keep his word. Since I got third ce, I won''t ask you for money."


    Although Chen Men had already decided that the investment would be optional, who wouldn''t want more money? She felt quite regretful, so she tried saying, "Why don''t I give you the money anyway? You can decide whether to invest or not, how''s that?"


    She wanted to give the child a way out and try to facilitate the investment.


    Little Wang''s hands stopped on the keyboard, and he slowly turned around, speaking softly, suppressing his disbelieving joy: "Mom, do you really mean that? Do I still have a chance?"


    "If you really think it''s worth investing in, Mom will get you the money tomorrow," Chen Men said.


    Little Wang gently moved away from the keyboard, so excited that he became incoherent, even his nose running: "Don''t worry, Mom, I''ll turn it into a huge sum of money sooner orter, and then pay you back."


    So this boy really believed in the richest man''s project and wanted to invest, but because he got third ce, he didn''t dare ask.


    A real man should know how to handle both victory and defeat.


    It had been half a month since the results came out. Little Wang must have been very disappointed about not being able to invest with the future richest man, but he hadn''t shown even a hint of it, nor had he ever lost his temper in front of Chen Men. This made him much better than Lu Dabao from her previous life.


    Lu Dabao was a sore loser. Whenever he lost, he would throw tantrums, me heaven and earth, me everyone and everything, throw things around the house when angry. When he wasn''t happy, he wouldn''t let anyone in the family have peace.


    But Little Wang? He continued doing housework, still took care of his younger siblings, as if nothing had happened.


    Just for this, Chen Men decided she would advance the 60,000 yuan tomorrow and let Little Wang invest it.


    Suddenly, there was a bang from the study, making Chen Men and the two children jump. They saw Yan Peiheng hade out of the study and ran into Chen Men. He said, "Let''s go to the hospital to see Gu Xiao."


    Toxic waste - this was the first time such an old-school military man like Yan Peiheng had heard of it.


    Gu Xiao''s persistence made Yan Peiheng somewhat emotional. As someone of Chinese descent, at least he had some bottom line.


    During this time, Gu Xiao had been strongly requesting to return to Singapore, but Yan Peiheng had prevented him, not allowing him to go back. However, until now, they couldn''t find evidence that the Southern Ocean party wanted to harm him. Now that they had found it, if they told him, he should listen, right?


    The military hospital had upgraded its security for Gu Xiao. Not only were all medical devices the most expensive ones, but he had also undergone nearly five blood transfusions. The resources used were at a national treatment level. If it weren''t for the 301 Hospital''s all-out efforts, he would have died eight times over.


    Originally, Yan Peiheng was under great pressure because in many ways, his actions exceeded his authority.


    But now, at least when reporting to his superiors, he could exin the significance of protecting Gu Xiao.


    As long as Gu Xiao himself was willing to stay and receive treatment in the hospital, it would be good for both the country and himself.


    Chen Men certainly had to go too. If she didn''t, Gu Xiao, who had just escaped danger, might end up in a physical fight with the Yan father and son.


    The group walked for about ten minutes to reach the hospital. Gu Xiao was staying in the highest-grade cadre intensive care room in the hospital. Yan Dongxue took care of his daily needs, and doctors had restricted visiting time to half an hour per day. Even for police or the Southern Ocean conste personnel, only one person could enter at a time, and they had to undergoplete disinfection first.


    Yan Peiheng was of course an exception - his whole family could enter together, though they still needed to be disinfected and wear protective suits.


    When Chen Men came to the capital, she had wondered how the two old men would meet, but now the situation seemed somewhat ridiculous.


    Their family was all wearing thick protective suits andrge masks, while Gu Xiao had a throat tube inserted and was wearing a catheter, covered in tubes.


    One was obsessed with military matters, the other with money - neither of the old men had ever admitted defeat to the other.


    But now, in this ce, they had no choice but to ept their mortality.


    Especially Gu Xiao, who had be as thin as a rail. Although Yan Dongxue kept him very clean, his face was as white as paper, his breath was weak, and lying there, he looked like just a skeleton.


    Gu Xiao seemed to have been prepared, so as soon as Chen Men''s family entered, he gestured for Yan Dongxue to take out something.


    Yan Dongxue took items from the cab and handed them to Chen Men, exining: "Sister-inw, these were originally gifts from Professor Gu for Yuanyuan. Xiong Dapao has a share too - it''s stock in 271 and Baohezhi Medicine, and the Sanbao Paint Factory. He had already signed the stock transfer contracts when he came, originally intending to give them to you in person, but now..."


    She nced at Gu Xiao and shook her head: now, he wasn''t giving them anymore.


    Chen Men, wearing a mask and protective suit, was sweating so much she could barely breathe.


    Although Gu Xiao wasn''t giving them anymore, she still took the stock certificates to look at them.


    They listed that the 271 and Baohezhi Medicine stocks would go to Yuanyuan, and the Sanbao Paint Factory stocks would go to Xiong Dapao.


    Gu Xiao had originally nned to return all those investments.


    Although he had yed tricks on the military region and Zhang Xiangming this time, he had nned to give unprecedented returns to people like Xiong Dapao and Chen Men who were willing to run their businesses conscientiously.


    In a sense, he was actually training and domesticating small entrepreneurs like her and Xiong Dapao.


    Teaching them to understand standardized operations and how to properly run a factory.


    For someone worth hundreds of millions like him, the investment in two small factories was just a drop in the bucket, but his patience and guidance were of enormous help to Chen Men and Xiong Dapao.


    There was a reason why Gu Xiao had been called Professor throughout his life - for many people, he was truly a life mentor.


    Chen Men wasn''t disappointed. The stocks weren''t everything - as long as Yan Zhao could exin the Southern Ocean situation clearly and Gu Xiao was willing to stay instead of returning to the Southern Ocean to die, that would be enough. As for the stocks, the bigger the business, the more money there was, and Chen Men didn''t mind sharing with people who had vision.


    Yuanyuan didn''t need these stocks. She was living the best life Chen Men could provide in this lifetime.


    But the good situation quickly changed. Yan Zhao was bending over, standing by the hospital bed, exining something, when suddenly Gu Xiao''s throat began to wheeze heavily.


    His throat had been cut open, so he couldn''t speak, but he kept shaking his head.


    Yan Dongxue quickly exined: "Professor Gu still doesn''t want to believe it."


    Yan Zhao stopped bending over, straightened up, and stared at Gu Xiao.


    Gu Xiao''s hand was moving. Yan Dongxue, being an experienced nurse, knew what he wanted and immediately handed him paper and pen, letting him hold them while she helped him write.


    After a while, in weak and messy handwriting, Gu Xiao wrote out a few characters.


    Chen Men''s eyes were covered in sweat. When she wiped them, the stic on her hand didn''t absorb the water, making her vision blurry. Yan Zhao was in the same situation. After they both struggled to read it for a while, Yan Dongxue said: "Professor Gu wrote, ''Southern Ocean, master and disciples!''"


    He meant that the Southern Ocean shareholders were his students, his disciples.


    They were children he had once saved. In his view, they were just like Xiong Dapao and Chen Men - people he had carefully selected, tested, and slowly nurtured over decades.


    How could he believe it now if someone said Chen Men would kill him?


    Of course not.


    Because he had repeatedly pushed Chen Men to the edge of cliffs, forced her to face moral condemnation, pushed her to vite business ethics, but she hadn''t given in - she had persevered, as had Xiong Dapao.


    He had tested the Southern Ocean shareholders the same way, and in the end, he had given them all his assets, just as he had done with Chen Men and Xiong Dapao.


    He trusted those students because he believed in himself.


    It should be noted that any one of those seven or eight people was hundreds of times more excellent than Chen Men and Xiong Dapao.


    They were the most excellent business operators, and they had never expressed any intention of dumping toxic waste into Hua Country before Gu Xiao.


    Then, Gu Xiao wrote another sentence: "Huaxia is homnd, viins block the sky!"


    These characters were too clear and very neat.


    Chen Men had to support Yan Peiheng, or he would have copsed from anger.


    The crux of everything was that Gu Xiao had never trusted Yan Peiheng, and of course, he didn''t deserve Gu Xiao''s trust.


    After all, Gu Xiao was poison in Hua Country, and now, Yan Peiheng was forcefully keeping him here.


    It was already hot, and Yan Peiheng was wearing too much. His throat was hoarse with anger. The two old men didn''t look human anymore, but rather like two dying beasts, unable to fight or curse out loud, but the hatred in their eyes was enough to tear each other apart.


    What should be done?


    Chen Men didn''t know.


    However, Yan Zhao turned around, surveyed the surroundings by the window, and suddenly said, "How about this, Professor Gu, I''ll find evidence for you. Give me one hour, okay?"


    Gu Xiao stared at Yan Zhao, his throat making hissing sounds, his eyes unblinking.


    But he shook his head; clearly, he still didn''t want to trust.


    Yan Peiheng was willing to believe his son. In such hot weather, he couldn''t be bothered to wear the protective cover anymore. He pulled open the istion gown, found a chair, and sat down right next to Gu Xiao''s bed, sitting imposingly, and said to Gu Xiao, "Then let''s wait. My son will go find evidence for you, and I''ll stay here to keep youpany!"


    Yan Zhao pulled Chen Men along and had already left the room.


    Once outside, they both pulled off their head covers and gasped for air.


    After taking off their protective clothing and signing out, they fled downstairs. As soon as they reached the bottom, Yan Zhao said, "Those shareholders from Southeast Asia won''t give up easily. If I''m not mistaken, they must have hired international assassins who are probably lurking nearby."


    Since her rebirth, Chen Men only wanted to raise children, sell clothes, and deal in milk powder, with no grand ambitions.


    But today, she heard an extremely novel term: international assassin.


    Of course, if Gu Xiao returned to Southeast Asia and died there, that would be fine too, but dying in Hua Country would save a lot of trouble - the shareholders could take over his businesspletely.


    But this wasn''t good news for Yan Zhao''s family. If Gu Xiao died, the Southeast Asian side would frame him for it.


    And since he had used so many resources for Gu Xiao, the Hua Country military wouldn''t let him off either.


    The military hospital''s security was strict; the Southeast Asian shareholders'' people couldn''t get in, but would they give up after one failed assassination attempt?


    Of course not, they must be waiting for another chance to strike.


    Yan Zhao was in public security; this was his expertise.


    Chen Men thought he had already found someone, so she said, "Assassin? Where are they? If you can find them, quickly point them out to me."


    Yan Zhao looked down at his wife for a while, teasing her by saying, "Chen Men, let''s make a bet. I can''t find the international assassin preparing to kill Gu Xiao, but I bet Little Lang can find them. Want to bet?"


    If Yan Zhao said he could find them, Chen Men would believe it.


    But Little Lang was just a confused little fool, obsessed with shooting and guns. Besides ying with guns and eating ice cream, he had no other hobbies. Chen Men couldn''t convince herself to believe he could find an assassin.


    "What''s the bet?" she asked first.


    Yan Zhao slowly crossed his arms, looked Chen Men up and down, and said, "You know that five-star hotel pillows are used for sitting on, and that some people tap cigarette ash into kettles. You even know that international hotels provide green tea in the morning and ck tea in the evening. Chen Men, you act as if you''ve lived in such hotels for a long time. Let''s make a bet - if Little Lang can find the assassin, you''ll tell me what this is all about, okay?"


    So after one stay at a five-star hotel, the couple had lost trust in each other?


    Could he be suspecting that she had been to hotels with other men?


    Or had he discovered that she was reborn?


    Of course, Chen Men was reborn, and if Yan Zhao hadn''t noticed, that would be fine, but if he really discovered it and seriously questioned her.


    Chen Men would tell him.


    She was somewhat relieved that Yan Zhao hadn''t heard the name Lu Jingyu.


    Just Yan Xishan alone made him restless. Even though they were both in their thirties, and she was just an ordinary woman, Yan Zhao''s personality was protective and possessive, as if afraid someone would steal her away.


    If he heard about Lu Jingyu, he probably couldn''t handle it, and might die of anger like his father.


    Besides feeling relieved, Chen Men was also rxed because she simply didn''t believe Little Lang could find an international assassin.


    "Let''s bet," she said, extending her hand to her husband.


    Yan Zhao must have felt quite defeated at this point - after five years, he finally had the ability to take his wife to a high-end hotel, but she acted as if she were staying at a market.


    Putting that aside, Yan Zhao was true to his word and indeed took Chen Men home to find Little Lang.


    Little Lang was still at the shooting range, so the couple went there.


    They called him out from there.


    Back in Chen Family Vige, Chen Men had been good at farm work. During the years she was married to Yan Xishan, although she hadn''t done business, she had been busy with household chores non-stop, developing thick calluses on her feet.


    But in recent years, having a car to drive, and with Yan Zhao giving Chen Men foot massages every night, the thickyer of calluses on her feet had disappeared, and consequently, she couldn''t walk as much anymore.


    Now her legs were not only sore and shaking, but the muscles in her lower abdomen were also cramping.


    She couldn''t walk anymore.


    But Chen Men didn''t believe that the confused Little Lang could find an international assassin.


    She was curious to see what an international assassin looked like.


    What a novel thing - her life would beplete now that she could see an international assassin.


    So she gritted her teeth and followed Yan Zhao and his son out again.


    When he was young, Little Lang looked especially like Yan Zhao, with thick eyebrows, narrow eyes, and deeper pupils than ordinary people. His eyes were very simr, but his skin was too white, not looking like someone Yan Zhao could have fathered.


    But for the past half month, he had been at the shooting range, practicing shooting under the instructor''s guidance, particrly his favorite long-distance sniping.


    Lying at the shooting range every day under the sun''s exposure, his skin had darkened considerably, and the child had also lost weight. Walking side by side, they looked like exact copies of father and son.


    Taking Little Lang to the 301 Hospital, they had to apply again and disinfect again. This time, Yan Zhao also brought binocrs. The family dressed heavily again and entered the ward.


    Chen Men was thin, so wearing protective gear wasn''t much of an issue. Yan Zhao was like a mountain, and Little Lang''s protective suit didn''t fit quite right - the child looked like a round, rolling white ball. If he fell, he could roll into the ward just by rolling.


    Entering the room, Yan Zhao took Little Lang straight to the window, then bent down and gave the binocrs to his son, saying, "Yan Minng, starting now, dad gives you half an hour. Look at all the buildings outside, using this room and dad''s head position as units, and find the sniper positions, okay?"


    Little Lang was covered in clothing. He pulled open the stic cover on his head, exposing his square yet round little head. A professional doing professional work, he still needed to be lifted by Yan Zhao. Holding the binocrs, he looked around and first pointed to the sewage treatment nt building opposite: "Dad, this building is the closest, but the height isn''t right, it''s one floor too short."


    The nearest was a low building only six stories tall. Although the distance would be closer, the cadre ward was on the eighth floor, so its height wasn''t enough.


    Yan Zhao said in a muffled voice, "Keep looking, don''t limit yourself to an 800-meter sniper distance. Look further, within a 2000-meter range, because current new sniper rifles mostly have a range that can reach 2500 meters."


    Little Lang held the binocrs, looking slowly, until finally he eximed, "Dad, that one would work, but it needs an M21, otherwise, at a distance of over 1300 meters, the wind would deflect the bullet."


    "Look again, are there any other positions?" Yan Zhao said patiently.Aliali: 6753d5eff9bc45f2bbcd8c6c


    He probably had more suitable sniper positions in mind, but he was guiding Little Lang, letting him discover it himself.


    Yan Dongxue wasn''t quite clear what Little Lang was doing and said, "Sister-inw, why can''t anyone understand what your child is saying?"


    Chen Men gave a bitterugh, thinking to herself, cunning Yan Zhao always managed to run circles around her.


    In the bustling capital, finding an international assassin among the millions of people is no easy task. However, Gu Xiao''s position remains unchanged; he is currently unable to sit up, but he will recover, eventually sitting up and moving around.


    The shareholders from the South Seas, who handle waste disposal internationally, are all top talents nurtured by Gu Xiao. To send their mentor on his final journey, a sniper is the bare minimum required.


    Yan Zhao''s approach is ingenious; instead of searching for the assassin, he identifies potential sniper locations, targeting them directly.


    If there truly is an international assassin, Little Lang standing here could spot him through a telescope.


    Yan Zhao, the bastard, is indeed a formidable figure who has seen battle and killed enemies. Known as the living King Yan in Xiping City, his method of solving cases is unparalleled. An hour is more than enough.


    Gu Xiao is unusually lucid today, stretching his neck to watch Little Lang. The child represents a harsh truth, one that could erase the two decades Gu Xiao spent in the South Seas, raising children with money and blood, and whether they truly wish to kill him.


    Meanwhile, Yan Peiheng remains seated with an air of authority, watching Little Lang and Yan Zhao as if their actions are entirely ordinary and natural.

 Chapter 143

    "Papa, over there!" Little Lang suddenly said.<span>0


    The child handed the binocrs to his father, looking up at him: "Although that building on the left is only seven stories tall, it has a few small brick rooms on top. Papa, look, isn''t it perfect?"<span>0


    Yan Zhao didn''t take the binocrs, but instead reached out to Chen Men for the mobile phone, saying, "Papa will go check now."<span>0


    Chen Men felt that there should be a term called "Yan Zhao speed" - with him, for anything he wanted to handle, the speed was always determined by him alone.<span>0


    The hospital room was exceptionallyrge. Although Gu Xiao couldn''t eat, this cadre ward came with daily provisions of fruits, dried fruits, various snacks, and different beverages and milk - national-level treatment that ordinary people couldn''t enjoy. As for Yan Dongxue, she had gained weight from all the food.<span>0


    "Mama, I''m thirsty," Little Lang said.<span>0


    Sweat was continuously flowing from the child''s forehead, temples, and neck.<span>0


    Yan Dongxue opened several bottles of drinks with a few quick taps and brought over snacks and fruits: "Here, pick something to eat."<span>0


    Was Little Lang someone who would just pick one thing? Gulp after gulp, whether it was Jianlibao, pure milk, or Ovaltine, they were all his favorites. In the quiet hospital room, he was like a little squirrel, munching away, and in no time, he had nearly consumed all the snacks.<span>0


    Time ticked by second by second. Chen Men was curious about what the assassin looked like and wanted to take a look, but after holding the binocrs up for a long while, all she saw was darkness. Could the international assassin be ck, making it impossible for her to see?<span>0


    Yan Peiheng couldn''t hold back anymore and said, "Men, you need to remove the lens cap to see through the binocrs."<span>0


    So she had been looking through them all this time without removing the cap?<span>0


    Yan Peiheng''splexion wasn''t good, looking waxy and yellow. It was August, and even though the room had air conditioning, no one could bear wearing severalyers of thick clothes. Gu Xiao was lying down, with Yan Dongxue constantly massaging his body, which was naturallyfortable, but Yan Peiheng couldn''t take it.<span>0


    Chen Men estimated that Yan Zhao wouldn''t be back anytime soon, so she said, "Dad, let''s go downstairs first. I''ll help you register for a medical check-up and get some IV fluids. We cane back to waitter?"<span>0


    "No need," Yan Peiheng waved his hand and said, "I''m fine."<span>0


    As he spoke, he stood up, crossed his arms, and paced back and forth, asionally ncing out the window.<span>0


    Yan Zhao had gone to catch the assassin and find evidence. Yan Peiheng was very worried, though he wouldn''t show it.<span>0


    Chen Men could see that the old man was swaying unsteadily, but in front of Gu Xiao, how could Yan Peiheng admit defeat? She thought for a moment and said, "Dad, Little Lang needs to go back to practice shooting too. He can only stay in the capital for about a month at most. He likes you teaching him - why don''t you go teach him shooting? Yan Zhao won''t be back for a while anyway."<span>0


    When Little Lang returned to Xiping City, he would have to give up live ammunition practice and go back to using air guns. During his time in the capital, every minute counted, and he truly couldn''t waste time.<span>0


    This reason was good enough, and Yan Peiheng didn''t expect Yan Zhao to return so quickly either, so he stood up, preparing to leave. But just then, someone outside suddenly shouted, "Hey,rade, you can''t bring things in there randomly!"<span>0


    With heavy footsteps, Yan Zhao was about to enter. It had only been half an hour since he left.<span>0


    The door burst open with a bang, and he rushed in with a gust of wind. Two nurses chased after him.<span>0


    But upon seeing the military rank on Yan Peiheng''s shoulder, the two nurses exchanged nces and quietly retreated.<span>0


    Yan Zhao came in alone, with a mobile phone in one hand and something wrapped in an old nket in the other.<span>0


    Once inside, he swiftly pulled away the small nket, revealing a sniper rifle.<span>0


    His speed was absolutely unbeatable, but what about the international assassin? Had he caught him? And in Chen Men''s mind, unless they caught the person and brought them before Gu Xiao, this matter wouldn''t be settled.<span>0


    Guns were plentiful in the military district, lined up in the live-fire range - from century-old antiques to the newest models, sniper rifles, machine guns, handguns, they had everything.<span>0


    Not only could Yan Zhao go in to practice, even Little Lang could grab one.<span>0


    Just a rifle alone probably wouldn''t convince Gu Xiao.<span>0


    Sure enough, Yan Zhao had returned too early. Yan Peiheng was a bit flustered, his voice turning harsh as the old man started shouting: "Where''s the person? You didn''t even catch the sniper and you came back like this? You''re a police officer with five years of experience, is this how you handle things?"<span>0


    Gu Xiao let out a cold sneer from his throat.<span>0


    The air whistled through his cut throat.<span>0


    Although ill, Gu Xiao''s gaze and expression were nothing but cold, as if this was all just a show put on by the Yan father and son. Though he was struggling for his life, he seemed willing to watch the farce.<span>0


    Yan Zhao exined calmly: "Dad, since the sniper position is fixed, I contacted the capital police when I went downstairs. Currently, Professor Gu can''t even sit up, so it''s not the optimal time for sniping. The sniper would only go to observe the situation daily, so how could they be at the sniper point all the time? Since they weren''t there when the police and I went to check, the police will arrest themter. Isn''t bringing the rifle enough?"<span>0


    This exnation sounded reasonable.<span>0


    But could just one rifle prove that Gu Xiao''s students intended to murder him?<span>0


    Everyone''s eyes fell on the sniper rifle in Yan Zhao''s hands.<span>0


    The heavy sniper rifle was held by Yan Zhao. Little Lang reached out to touch it, examined it carefully, then said, "Papa, I''ve never seen this kind of gun before."<span>0


    Yan Peiheng was also examining it carefully.<span>0


    The reason Little Lang had never seen it was because it was a modified gun. After careful observation, Yan Peiheng determined that it was modified from an American TAC-50 sniper rifle. The machine guns Little Lang could y with now had a maximum range of 800 meters, but this thing, due to modifications, had powerful recoil and uracy, with a range of about 2,500 meters.<span>0


    This was the newest and most advanced gun, and it was a military weapon that the United States prohibited from foreign sales, only used on battlefields.<span>0


    Even the army of Hua Country couldn''t acquire this type of gun.<span>0


    After touching it again and reaching the stock, lifting it up for a look, Yan Peiheng understood why Yan Zhao could use it alone as evidence.<span>0


    There was a badge at the end of the gun, with a red shield in the middle and a silver crescent moon holding five stars, and on the gun body was an inscription: "Majh Singapura."<span>0


    Yan Peiheng recognized this, and so did Gu Xiao - it was Singapore''s national emblem.<span>0


    The English inscription meant: "Onward Singapore!"<span>0


    And that ragged cloth wrapping the gun was a green small nket. At first nce, Yan Peiheng found it somewhat familiar, very familiar - it was an old item from his family.<span>0


    Yan Zhao gently lifted it up and handed it to Yan Peiheng, saying softly, "Here, Dad, it''s from my mother."<span>0


    It was a small nket with fabric edging around the border, not veryrge, with many burn marks on it. Yan Peiheng took it, clutched it to his chest, and after a while, turned to look at Gu Xiao: "Professor Gu, your students wrapped a Singapore emblem-adorned gun in my family''s baby swaddling cloth, nning to kill you. Tell me, what kind of treatment is this from them to you?"<span>0


    As he spoke, he suddenly unfurled the small nket, disying it in front of Gu Xiao.<span>0


    The military-green small nket had old-style blue coarse cloth sewn around its edges, with fine and dense stitching.<span>0


    Looking at the nket, Gu Xiao suddenly straightened up, and phlegm began rattling loudly in his throat.<span>0


    His airway was blocked by phlegm.<span>0


    Yan Dongxue had studied nursing, so there was no need to call for nurses. She immediately started using the suction equipment to clear Gu Xiao''s phlegm.<span>0


    Yan Peiheng, Yan Zhao, and Little Lang - the three men of the Yan family - stood at a distance, watching quietly.<span>0


    This small nket, if traced to its origin, belonged to Yan Peiheng.<span>0


    It was a reward given by his work unit when Yan Peiheng married Su Wen.<span>0


    Originally, it was arge nket that could cover a double bed, but on their wedding night, Yan Peiheng was too excited and heated the kang bed too hot. Not only did the newlyweds nearly burn their bottoms on their wedding night, but the nket also got burned badly. Later, Su Wen turned it into a small nket and used it as a swaddling cloth for their children.<span>0


    Every child born was wrapped in it.<span>0


    Made with military-grade quality, it was indestructible and had swaddled four crying newborn babies.<span>0


    At that time, after Yan Xing''s death, Gu Xiao was stripped of all his clothes except for his underwear before being beaten.<span>0


    After the beating, his clothes were naturally taken away by others. Left only in his underwear, he was locked in the hall of Yan Xishan''s house.<span>0


    Clothes - a person''s dignity.<span>0


    Su Wen had no spare clothes, so she brought this nket from home to wrap around Gu Xiao.<span>0


    Gu Xiao took it with him to Southeast Asia, treasuring it all along. He had even shown it to his shareholders, telling them that if he were to die one day, they must remember to wrap his ashes with this nket and send them back to Hua Country, to the Lotus Temple in Xiping City.<span>0


    He said nothing else was worthy of being his burial shroud except for this item.<span>0


    So, although it was Su Wen''s possession, it became Gu Xiao''s burial shroud. For twenty years, it was the thing he would wrap around himself when hey sleepless at night, childless and devoted to his career. It was what he wanted to wrap his urn in after death, refusing silk or satin.<span>0


    He had told his shareholders multiple times: "Once I die, you must use this to wrap my urn. Nothing else is more valuable, not even the Southeast Asian g."<span>0


    His disciples naturally agreed readily. Even being able to touch this small nket was an honor for them.<span>0


    How ironic.<span>0


    His disciples had followed his wishes, in a way.<span>0


    It was truly an international treatment - the gun was the most advanced sniper rifle of the time, even bearing the national emblem of the country to which Gu Xiao had dedicated his life. His students had sent his burial shroud too, using it to wrap the gun that would end his life - such specification, such ss!<span>0


    After all, international waste cost millions of dors annually in shipping and processing fees.<span>0


    And if it wasn''t transported to distant Africa, dumping it in Hua Country would not only require processing fees, but during the Reform and Opening period, toxic waste was nothing - as long as it was foreign, businesspeople would want it and even pay for it.<span>0


    Gu Xiao slowly reached out his hand for the small nket.<span>0


    Yan Peiheng stood far away and, of course, had no intention of giving it to him.<span>0


    Faced with such strong evidence, Gu Xiao was already so devastated he could die on the spot.<span>0


    A gun alone might not prove it was his trained disciples who did it, but this nket - only the shareholders could have gotten it, and Gu Xiao had always kept it in his bedroom.<span>0


    Its presence here proved that everyone around him, except for the elderly Yan Dongxue from Yanguan Vige, including his private doctor andwyer, had all betrayed him.<span>0


    These were all people he had trained in Southeast Asia, just as he had trained Chen Men and Xiong Dapao.<span>0


    He had patiently taught them to read and write, to do business, pouring his whole heart into their education.<span>0


    Because he loved Southeast Asia, after being expelled from Hua Country, he had prepared to dedicate his entire life to that ce of freedom and democracy.<span>0


    But Gu Xiao couldn''t understand - he still couldn''t understand why they would betray him.<span>0


    Moreover, they hadn''t shown even the slightest sign before betraying him - why was that?<span>0


    He looked at Chen Men - there was pity in her heart and sadness in her eyes. Holding Little Lang, she seemed unable to bear witnessing his current suffering. Weren''t his students the same? They were all sincere children like Xiong Dapao and Chen Men, so how had they suddenly be like this?<span>0


    Of course, there was an exnation.<span>0


    Just as Gu Xiao was about to copse from shock, Yan Zhao pulled something from his coat pocket and showed it to him.<span>0


    He had just been to the room Little Lang had pointed to earlier - a room on the top floor, an illegal structure built by residents, freezing in winter and scorching in summer with howling winds. Surprisingly, instead of living there themselves, they had rented it out, and it happened to be the room the assassin had rented. On the window, at the sniper''s position, there was a note. Yan Zhao had peeled it off. It was in English, which he couldn''t understand, and now showed it to Gu Xiao, asking, "Professor Gu, this line must mean something, what does it say?"<span>0


    It was a line in English that tranted to: Narrow nationalism is the greatest obstacle to the evolution of human civilization.<span>0


    Others might not understand, as few present knew English.<span>0


    But in an instant, Gu Xiaopletely understood.<span>0


    It was about international waste, about money, but the biggest reason was his love for Hua Country, hidden in his heart, that he was unwilling to reveal.<span>0


    That too was called narrow nationalism.<span>0


    In the shareholders'' eyes, spending several million extra US dors annually to transport waste to Africa was narrow nationalism. His love for Hua Country''s soil, though separated by oceans, though he hated it, yet couldn''t bear to see even a small piece of itsnd poisoned and polluted - that was why the children wanted to kill him.<span>0


    The shareholders were his students, the most excellent young people. They were exemry, giving him the highest-grade assassination. The one who came must have been one of the children he had trained himself. To strengthen their resolve, to be able to personally send their nurturing mentor to his death, they had posted these words to remind themselves not to go soft.<span>0


    Narrow nationalism - Gu Xiao wrote these words on paper with trembling hands!<span>0


    Then, like a drowning man, he stared fixedly at Yan Peiheng.<span>0


    The truth wasid so cruelly before his eyes; even if he didn''t want to ept it, he had to.<span>0


    Yan Peiheng rarely cursed, but when he did, most people couldn''t take it.<span>0


    "Though I''m just a rough man who knows how to handle guns but not pens, I know the saying ''one day a teacher, forever a father.'' So I can understand that your disciples indeed treated you well. But I also know another old saying: ''Those not of our kind must be of a different heart.'' This is why we fought the Japanese, fought imperialism, why we must stick to our own national policies and directions, why we must forever be vignt against imperialism, because their desire to destroy us never dies." Yan Peiheng smiled, nowpletely at ease: "Professor Gu, you''re a good professor, and your training wasn''t wrong, the students are all good students, but remember my words: those not of our kind must be of a different heart."<span>0


    Speaking thus, he stood up, lightly holding that small nket, preparing to leave.<span>0


    That unremarkable small nket, military green in color, should have been thick, but had now be very thin, time having worn away its patterns and ttened its wool.<span>0


    Su Wen had once said: "This is the only valuable thing in my home now. It has wrapped four children and carries their blessings. Professor Gu, I''ll give it to you, I''m giving you the children''s blessings too, you must take good care of yourself."<span>0


    Gu Xiao''s weak body could never match Su Wen''s tall and strong husband.<span>0


    Like her husband, he too was a narrow nationalist, and had fought for it all his life.<span>0


    He had always consciouslypeted with Yan Peiheng, trying to destroy his career and everything else from various aspects.<span>0


    But at this moment, Gu Xiao had still lost, he had ultimately lost.<span>0


    He lost to that old saying: "Those not of our kind must be of a different heart."<span>0


    Those Yan Peiheng had trained were his own kind. Although there were unfilial children like Yan Jun, who might be unfilial, unrighteous in normal times, when it truly came to critical moments, they still resolutely protected their own ethnicity, their own country, their own fathers and roots.<span>0


    That''s why Yan Jun had jumped from the car halfway when he offered to help with thewsuit, taking money to seek forgiveness from his father.<span>0


    The same was true for Southeast Asians - they would always protect Southeast Asia''s honor, which was why they could cruelly kill him, their father figure and teacher.<span>0


    Forward, Singapore!<span>0


    It was written on that gun.<span>0


    Watching Yan Peiheng leave with his burial shroud in hand, floating lighter and lighter, being carried further and further away, from now on, he would not find peace even in death!<span>0


    In life, no return to his country; in death, no resting ce.<span>0


    ...<span>0


    In this state, of course Gu Xiao wouldn''t leave.<span>0


    He had brought four million when he came, in checks. Not to mention how hispany in Singapore was doing, such arge sum of money was enough for his treatment at the 301 Hospital.<span>0


    With Yan Peiheng''s personal arrangement, this hospital room and security wouldn''t be withdrawn for now. For the time being, let him stay.<span>0


    In the director''s words, it would take at least a month for him to remove the throat tube.<span>0


    As for when he would recover, that was hard to say.<span>0


    After returning home, Yan Peiheng entered his study, draped the small nket across his chest, and sat silently.<span>0


    Chen Men and Yan Zhao went into the kitchen - one picking green beans, the other peeling tomatoes. In the sweltering heat, people only wanted to eat something cool and light, with no desire to touch any meat.<span>0


    Since Yan Zhao had set a trap for Chen Men, he would certainly question her about what was really going on.<span>0


    So Chen Men was waiting, anticipating this cunning man''s interrogation.<span>0


    But when he opened his mouth, Chen Men was still shocked.<span>0


    "Men, when I divorced Zhou Xueqin, she once said that Little Wang would never amount to anything in his life, and Little Lang would probably die young," Yan Zhao said, getting straight to the point.<span>0


    Before Zhou Xueqin''s divorce from Yan Zhao, they had fought terribly and she had said many hurtful things. Otherwise, with their eldest son only seven years old and the younger one just three, and Yan Zhao having just returned from four years on the battlefield feeling so guilty toward Zhou Xueqin, divorce would have been impossible.<span>0


    Chen Men was heating water to peel the tomatoes. Though quite surprised, she smiled and gestured for Yan Zhao to continue.<span>0


    "When she urged me to marry you, she said you were the gentlest, kindest woman in the world, and the only one who would truly be a good stepmother to Little Wang and Little Lang," Yan Zhao added.<span>0


    Chen Men hadn''t mentioned it, but she realized Yan Zhao seemed to have discovered her reincarnation.<span>0


    Yet she couldn''t figure out how she had given herself away.<span>0


    How exactly had Yan Zhao figured it out?<span>0


    After a pause, he continued: "Recently, Lu Jingyu has been doing business in the capital. I heard that when he''s drunk, he''s mentioned more than once that Yan Peiheng''s third daughter-inw had almost be family with him, and that Zhou Xueqin personally came to visit during their marriage talks, being especially kind to his children before he gave you up. Of course, Zhou Xueqin''s identity and her rtionship with Little Wang and Little Lang - Lu Jingyu has been bragging about all this, and now everyone in the capital''s business circles knows about it."<span>0


    Lu Jingyu had recently started doing business in the capital and hadn''t yet established himself firmly.<span>0


    Everyone knew Yan Peiheng''s status and that his influence in the capital was considerable.<span>0


    After all, there were only a handful of people in the capital who could get low-altitude flight permissions within 5 minutes.<span>0


    Businesspeople needed backing from high-ranking officials. This backing might not be useful most of the time, but when someone tried to cause trouble in businesspetition or y dirty tricks, it woulde in handy.<span>0


    Lu Jingyu would certainly tell people about Zhou Xueqin''s rtionship with Yan Zhao and their background.<span>0


    These connections might not be useful regrly, but if someone tried to target Lu Jingyu.<span>0


    Yan Peiheng would be his backup, his mountain to lean on. He could ask Yan Peiheng to use his connections for protection.<span>0


    As for his past rtionship with her, that must have been bragged about while drunk - he had a habit of boasting when intoxicated.<span>0


    "I can tell you''re very familiar with five-star hotels..." Seeing Chen Men''s sharp nce, Yan Zhao immediately raised both hands in surrender, still holding the green beans, but continued speaking: "Andst night, you called out Lu Jingyu''s name..."<span>0


    Chen Men had thought he hadn''t heard it, but look at this man - he had heard everything.<span>0


    That dark-hearted devil - Chen Men had checked, and his heartbeat hadn''t even quickened; he had been sleeping soundly.<span>0


    Chen Men red at her husband without saying a word.<span>0


    Although Yan Zhao couldn''t understand the concept of living a whole life, dying, and being reborn.<span>0


    But he could at least deduce that Zhou Xueqin, who had urgently sent him to Chen Vige and then rushed to Lu Family Vige herself, must have known something in advance to be so desperate to marry Lu Jingyu and push him toward Chen Men.<span>0


    Actually, all these things could be connected. Yan Zhao knew Zhou Xueqin''s character very well - she loved money and vanity, and was very purposeful. For her to suddenly urge her husband to marry a woman he had never met, and then go be a stepmother to Lu Jingyu''s children - such abnormal behavior couldn''t be without reason.<span>0


    However, previously Yan Zhao had only suspected Zhou Xueqin, never Chen Men.<span>0


    But justst night, in an environment simr to her previous life, when she was particrly exhausted after their intimate moment, due to the noise next door, she had drowsily called out Lu Jingyu''s name, and Yan Zhao had connected all the dots.<span>0


    Though he didn''t know exactly what had happened, Yan Zhao was certain of one thing.<span>0


    Chen Men and Lu Jingyu must have had an intimate rtionship, of course, when Lu Jingyu could afford five-star hotels. Looking further back, the answer became clear - Zhou Xueqin had been so eager to marry Lu Jingyu because he would eventually be able to afford five-star hotels.<span>0


    So, although Yan Zhao couldn''t understand reincarnation.<span>0


    Chen Men''s calling out Lu Jingyu''s name had solved years of confusion.<span>0


    The reason Zhou Xueqin had been so eager to marry Lu Jingyu, not minding visiting him herself, and leaving her own children to be a stepmother to someone else''s children - all these unusual behaviors were because she was certain that Lu Jingyu would eventually be able to afford five-star hotels.<span>0


    She had pursued money, luxury, fame, and fortune.<span>0


    Afterward, she traveled north and south doing business with Lu Jingyu, making big money, building buildings in Guangzhou, buyingnd in the capital, advancing unstoppably toward sess.<span>0


    But if she had stayed married to Yan Zhao, these things would have been beyond her wildest dreams.<span>0


    "So? Continue," Chen Men said with a smile while listening.<span>0


    Yan Zhao could only guess this much, and after a moment of silence, he looked away: "I can''t guess the rest. Tell me when you''re ready to talk about it. I''m not in a hurry."<span>0


    They had been married for five or six years, and Yan Zhao had originally thought Chen Men deeply loved him, but gradually discovered that she seemed to neither love him nor herself, and aside from the children, she didn''t love any man.<span>0


    Love and romance seemed to be absent from her emotional repertoire.<span>0


    In household matters, he could work Chen Men''s hands to the bone.<span>0


    As for pleasure, besides giving him everything he could give, Yan Zhao was helpless with the rest.<span>0


    Like water wearing away stone, he was an straightforward person with plenty of patience and persistence. They had a lifetime ahead - whatever the truth was, he treated her well, and eventually, she would surely tell him.<span>0


    So, Yan Zhao was very at ease.<span>0


    As for Chen Men, if she wanted to tell Yan Zhao about her reincarnation, she could, and it wouldn''t be a big deal.<span>0


    She was just thinking about which things she should keep hidden and which she should be honest about.<span>0


    Because she didn''t want to talk about tragic past events like Little Wang ending up in juvenile detention, Little Lang being bedridden for life due to illness, Yuanyuan''s extreme weight fluctuations, the hardships in business, and being tied down for nearly two years taking care of Yan Xishan.<span>0


    She could talk about Lu Jingyu and Yan Xishan while avoiding these matters.<span>0


    And she needed to be honest and detailed about what she would reveal.<span>0


    At least she wanted Yan Zhao to know that she was better than both men he had encountered in his previous life, more excellent.<span>0


    A hundred, a thousand times more excellent.<span>0


    But since Yan Zhao wasn''t in a hurry, she could wait until she had thought it through, until they were lying in bed tonight, to slowly tell him - there was no rush.<span>0


    "Alright, let''s talk tonight then," Chen Men said.<span>0


    Yan Zhao immediately replied: "For a hotel room, if you want an international hotel, I''ll need... to wait a few more days. I have some moneying in soon." What kind of person had she be, always wanting to stay at international hotels? How had she be so extravagant?<span>0


    "Are you crazy? An international hotel? That''s 800 yuan a night! Let''s stay at the August First Hotel instead. Dad has guest vouchers - we''ll save money. Tonight works fine," Chen Men said with augh.<span>0


    Yan Zhao looked at his wife for a moment and smiled too, looking down.<span>0


    It was strange how this usually gentle woman, with her soft gaze, could make even a tomato in her hands look particrly adorable. Originally, Yan Zhao didn''t like tomatoes, but once she peeled them, he would develop an appetite.<span>0


    It wasughable - Yan Zhao was already thirty-four, yet he would have this absurd thought of wanting to eat the tomato from Chen Men''s hands, and then kiss her fingers, arms, and earlobes.<span>0


    Such thoughts were as absurd as those of a hooligan.<span>0


    However, speaking of scoundrels, Yan Zhao remembered something else, he said: "By the way, Lu Jingyu has a high-interest loaning due soon, and he probably won''t be able to repay it. You know, the current society is a mixed bag, some people lend money, and some people default on their loans. I heard that Zhou Xueqin and he are in the process of getting a divorce, but it''s not a real divorce, it''s likely to transfer their fixed assets, two buildings in Guangzhou, Lu Jingyu is afraid that the high-interest lenders will seize his buildings."<span>0


    "And then?" Chen Men asked.<span>0


    Yan Zhao pondered for a while before continuing, "I once led a young soldier who worked in debt collection for a high-interest loanpany. Now, if you hit someone with a car, unless it''s drunk driving, drug driving, or deliberately hitting someone, you only have to paypensation, not face criminal charges."<span>0


    Society is bing increasinglyplex, no longer the simple ck-and-white world of the past.<span>0


    Especially in the high-interest loan industry, lenders want to earn high interest, and borrowers want to default on their principal and walk away. Lu Jingyu is very cunning and trusts Zhou Xueqin deeply. He probably owes a high-interest loan but has no money to repay. He thinks he''s smart enough to get a divorce and make himself a lonely man, thereby defaulting on someone else''s money.<span>0


    But the lenders have prepared a one-stop service for him: a fatal car ident.<span>0


    Such things, outsiders can only watch helplessly.<span>0


    No one can help someone who is blinded by money.<span>0


    Let''s see if Lu Jingyu and Zhou Xueqin can escape unscathed from the high-interest loan sharks this time.<span>0


    The road is one''s own choice, and two people who are almost eighty years old together, do they still need others to teach them how to live?<span>0


    It was hot, so Little Wang and Jim naturally went out to y, buying ice cream, probably not knowing their parents hade home. Little Wang came in wailing, and in a fake female voice: "Want to hold your heart, hold your face, want to hold it close to my chest, not letting go."<span>0


    Jim held a long green tongue that he had been licking, and shouted loudly: "One Night in Beijing, I left my love..."<span>0


    This song is the recent hit "One Night in Beijing."<span>0Aliali: 6753d5e1f9bc45f2bbcd8bab


    But Yan Zhao had never heard Little Wang imitate a woman''s voice before, and what does it mean to hold the heart and face? Isn''t that being a scoundrel? What is he singing about?<span>0


    Yan Zhao, who had been holding a kitchen knife, suddenly rushed out of the kitchen.<span>0


    Father and son looked at each other, the scene extremely awkward.<span>0


    Fortunately, the phone at home rang at that moment, saving Little Wang and Jim''s lives, and the two children ran to answer the phone.<span>0


    Yan Zhao was so angry he didn''t know what to do, turning back to look at Chen Men, his eyes seemed to say, look at what the kids are singing these days.<span>0


    Yuanyuan was practicing the piano in the yard and came back, humming: "They say in the depths of the hundred flowers, an old lover lives, sewing embroidered shoes..."<span>0


    Seeing his daughtere in, Yan Zhao took out her little water cup from the fridge and let his daughter drink.<span>0


    Watching his daughter hold the water cup and hum away, he turned back to Chen Men and said: "Listen to Yuanyuan''s song, how nice it sounds, and then listen to what Little Wang and Jim are singing, what is it, really."<span>0


    This man is so biased, the children are singing the same song, okay?<span>0


    "One Night in Beijing"!<span>0

 Chapter 144

    The phone was ringing, and Little Wang and Jim both rushed to answer it.


    It was Yan Wei calling to share the good news. His daughter had just been born, weighing seven pounds and two ounces, a healthy and plump baby girl. The couple had just named her Bei Bei.


    This was indeed a joyous asion.


    Yan Peiheng''s third generation had only produced grandsons until now, so the arrival of a granddaughter was a cause for great celebration. The old man held the old nket in his hands, staring at the photograph of histe wife on the table, tears streaming down his face.


    But the day''s good news didn''t end there.


    In the morning, Yan Zhao reported to the capital''s public security bureau and led them to the small house where the assassin had nned to ambush Gu Xiao, finding crucial evidence. By the afternoon, the capital''s public security bureau had arrested the international assassin who had been wandering around.


    Gu Xiao was no ordinary figure. As the world''srgest international waste processor, if something happened to him in Hua Country, not only would his shareholders cause trouble and seek redress from Hua Country, but his business partners would also do the same. As a billionaire with political ties in Southeast Asia, his case was marked by the Ministry of Public Security, making it a diplomatic issue.


    And it was finally solved, thanks to Yan Zhao.


    Poor Yan Zhao, who had worked diligently all his life, had reached the capital''s public security bureau on foot in his previous life when he was already 54 years old. But this time, at just 34, he was already being closely watched by the leaders of the Ministry of Public Security due to the Gu Xiao incident.


    It was 1992, and Hua Country had just joined the United Nations Peacekeeping Police Force, preparing to send peacekeeping police to a country in Southeast Asia to represent Hua Country in international peacekeeping efforts. This was the first batch of peacekeeping police, each one a carefully selected elite from across the nation.


    They were due to depart in just two weeks.


    However, one of the deputy captains of a squad had been injured during training and was unable to go. The team was now in urgent need of a deputy captain, and there was no time to screen and train someone from across the country.


    The leaders of the Ministry of Public Security were in a frenzy, trying to figure out where to find such a person.


    That''s when Yan Zhao, who had served on the battlefield for four years and had effectively managed a small public security bureau in Xiping City gued by gangs and hooligans, suddenly came to their attention. There was no time to lose.


    So, the leaders immediately made a decision to recruit him.


    That evening, the big shot Yan Zhao took a reception ticket from his father''s drawer and happily booked a room at the Bayi Hotel. He also put the ck tea bags he had brought from the International Hotel into cups, prepared hot water in advance, and quietly bought two boxes of condoms since the Bayi Hotel did not provide them. He even made a deal with the front desk that as long as there were spare rooms when soldiers came on official business, he could stay there at any time. He had nned everything meticulously, intending to use up the two boxes of condoms during his stay in the capital.


    But just as he was setting up a cozy nest for a long night of conversation with Men, the leaders of the Ministry of Public Security showed up at his hotel room.


    The rascal had single-handedly moved two single beds together, spread a circle of roses on the bed, brought his own slippers, mattress, and pillow¡ªthe pillow was actually Yan Peiheng''s buckwheat pillow, which he had stolen. He thought it would be morefortable than the soft pillows provided by the hotel.


    Then, Yan Peiheng himself led the leaders of the Ministry of Public Security into the room.


    Not to mention what Yan Peiheng thought when he saw his buckwheat pillow in the middle of the bed.


    Yan Zhao was arranging the roses, feeling so embarrassed that she almost wanted to burrow into the ground.


    Time was of the essence, and the others had already trained for three months. Yan Zhao, joiningte, had to rush through training immediately; otherwise, he wouldn''t be able to handle thenguage, living conditions, shooting, or closebat in the politically turbulent country. Not to mention peacekeeping, he might not even be able to protect himself.


    He had to say goodbye to his wife and children.


    Married for five years, this was their first separation. With the leaders chasing after him, poor Yan Zhao only had time to exchange a few words with Men and lightly pat his two sons on the buttocks before leaving abruptly.


    The buckwheat pillow was taken back by Yan Peiheng.


    And in another two weeks, by the end of August, Chen Men would also have to take the children back to Xiping City.


    Old people''s favoritism was trulyughable.


    Yan Peiheng had unterally transferred the ownership of the small red building to Chen Men. It was said to be where the Soviet missile experts had lived, and the decoration was still fashionable even by today''s standards.


    But it wasn''t for Chen Men herself; it was to be given to Yuanyuan as a dowry. Chen Men didn''t object, but she didn''t go to see it or live there.


    As for the high-rise building, it should have been Yan Wei''s by right.


    But not only did the old man not give it to Yan Wei, but when Jim was about to return to the United States, he told him, "If you ever feel the United States isn''t good,e back immediately. This house will always be your home, and Grandpa will always be waiting here for you."


    Jim was, of course, delighted.


    He even suggested to Chen Men that she should buy a few bunk beds as soon as possible because his two brothers would being back soon, and the house would be too small to amodate them.


    Yan Jun was indeed not sentenced to prison. Despite Yan Peiheng''s strong objections, the court released him on the spot. After his release, the family, with a deportation order from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, had to return to the United States.


    Although the old man didn''t want them anymore, Liu Xiuying and Yan Jun were overjoyed, their mouths unable to close. Liu Xiuying was so happy that she was almost incontinent. A house in the capital, 30% of the shares in arge dairy factory¡ªin today''s booming economy of Hua Country, were they at a loss? Not at all, they were making a fortune!


    In contrast, Yan Wei only got 10% of the shares, and he didn''t even have a home in the capital. How pitiful!


    But the old man didn''t leave Yan Wei with nothing. When Chen Men was about to return home, he gave her the small nket and asked her to take it back to Yan Wei, saying it was something more precious to him than the house.


    The nket had wrapped around four of his children, and he wanted Yan Wei to use it for his daughter, believing it carried the blessings of his children.


    From the old man''s perspective, it seemed fair.


    The eldest son had been unjust and was driven away, while the second son had a daughter, so he gave him his most precious possession.


    But emotions aside, modern people value material things the most. The eldest son''s children would upy the high-rise building, while Yan Wei, at 40, had a new child but only got a small nket. How heartbroken must he be?


    And even if the nket was precious, could itpare to a house in the capital''s first-ss family quarters, with no property fees, heating fees, no shared areas, a practical area of nearly 150 square meters, located in the bustling city center?


    Chen Men couldn''t interfere with the ownership of the house, but just taking a small nket, she feared Yan Wei would explode with anger.


    So she bought some new swaddling cloths, baby clothes, and several boxes of imported baby diapers and form from the foreign trade store.


    When she returned to Xiping City and saw Yan Wei, she told him that all these were bought by Yan Peiheng for the child.


    Yan Wei also remembered the nket, as he had been wrapped in it when he was a child.


    But when he heard that Gu Xiao had carried it with him everywhere in Southeast Asia for twenty years, Yan Wei didn''t want to use it for his child.


    Who knew how many bacteria were on it?


    So, although he symbolically wrapped the baby in it, he didn''t want it and immediately asked Chen Men to take it away.


    A burnt, patched-up nket couldn''tpare to diapers that could save Yan Wei from washing several cloth diapers.


    Nor could itpare to the soft swaddling cloths, baby clothes, and imported form from the foreign trade store.


    Without these things, Yan Wei would have hated his father to death.


    And that small nket, Chen Men took it home and eventually stored it away.


    Upon returning to Xiping City, the children continued their studies, while Chen Men reced Xue Mingfang in the capital to focus on boosting the performance of 271. Of course, the dairy factory was extremely challenging. From the initial setup of workshops and production lines, to sourcing suitable milk sources nationwide, signing long-term supply contracts, breeding dairy cows, and thenmencing production, obtaining approval from quarantine and inspection authorities, and conducting clinical tracking experiments, the preparatory phase alone took a lengthy two years. The initial 900,000 yuan was insufficient, and by mid-1993, the funds had been exhausted. Chen Men had no choice but to mortgage the entire factory to the bank, securing a loan of 1 million yuan to continue production.


    It wasn''t until the end of 1994 that all the necessary approvals werepleted, the products were packaged, and the two-year clinical tracking experiments finally yielded results.


    With over a million yuan in debt to the bank, Chen Men was now preparing to head to the capital to start selling infant form.


    Although she frequently traveled to the capital over these two years, this time, Chen Men intended to stay there permanently.


    Not only her, but also Little Wang, Yuanyuan, and Little Lang, she nned to bring them all to the capital for their education.


    Firstly, Yan Zhao was about toplete his two-year peacekeeping mission and would soon return.


    Upon his return, the Ministry of Public Security would certainly not allow him to return to Xiping City, but rather keep him in the capital.


    His records and qualifications were no longer fit for the small pond of Xiping City.


    Moreover, the long-distance separation was not easy to endure. Without Yan Zhao, the household chores expert, despite employing a nanny, the house always felt messy, something Chen Men couldn''t stand.


    Additionally, the production at 271 was smooth, with a capable team of sales personnel. Even in the capital, Chen Men could oversee the factory remotely. For the loans currently owed by the dairy factory and for the education of her children, she had to shift her life focus to the capital.


    At this moment, Chen Men had just finished her work, concluded a meeting, and was preparing to drive home.


    In the corridor, she encountered Qi Songlu.


    Qi Songlu nned to hitch a ride home with Chen Men, and as soon as she got in the car, she asked, "Boss, you mentioned that your father-inw''s house in the capital only has three bedrooms, right? I heard that John is still there now. If I bring my child, will we have enough space?"


    "My father-inw also has a small building with plenty of space. We''ll move the kids there." Chen Men replied.


    Qi Songlu would also be apanying Chen Men to the capital this time.


    One reason was to help Chen Men audit the ounts of Food Factory 81, and the other was to let Yan Peiheng meet his little granddaughter.


    These past two years, Yan Peiheng had been too busy to visit Xiping City, and Yan Wei and Qi Songlu, due to their dissatisfaction with the housing situation, had dyed bringing their child to the capital. This time, they were finally forced to make the trip.


    Qi Songlu knew about the small red building. Although it was old, its prime location made it valuable, especially in today''s soaring property market where a square meter in the capital could cost three to four thousand yuan.


    "I heard it''s a big mansion. Did the old man give it to you?" Qi Songlu asked.


    Regarding the small red building, Chen Men had always had a different n from her father-inw, but since it hadn''t been finalized, she didn''t like to make empty promises.


    Last year, 271 factory achieved its first dividend. Gu Xiao received 250,000 yuan, Chen Men 270,000 yuan, and Cui Min 70,000 yuan.


    Upon receiving the dividend, Chen Men immediately instructed Hu Xiaohua to purchase a school district house in a prime location in the capital for 270,000 yuan, 90 square meters, using Qi Songlu''s ID card.


    Due to theplexities of transferring ownership of an old house, it wasn''t until this year that the process waspleted.


    Now that the house had been transferred and Qi Songlu was about to head to the capital, Chen Men could finally discuss the matter.


    She said, "The old man gave the small red building to Yuanyuan, and I epted it on her behalf. But the old man originally mentioned that giving the house to Yuanyuan would be unfair to you, so he asked me to allocate some money to buy you a 60-square-meter house aspensation. Since 60 square meters is too small, I bought you a 90-square-meter one, using your ID card. That house is now yours. Don''t be picky about the size; it''s a school district house with a high price per square meter, but it''ll be convenient for your child''s education. Besides, for three people, I think 90 square meters is sufficient. You know how tight my finances have been these past two years due to the dairy factory, so, is this okay?"


    After hearing this, Qi Songlu was stunned for a long time before saying, "That''s impossible. You need an ID card to buy a house."


    "I often use your ID card," Chen Men retorted.


    Qi Songlu was Chen Men''s ountant, and her ID card was required for loans and tax reporting.


    But these were minor matters.


    The important thing was that Yan Peiheng had said to buy a 60-square-meter house, but Chen Men had bought a 90-square-meter one?


    And she hadn''t mentioned any of this until it was done?


    Their rtionship, though not easily defined as sisters-inw, friends, or best friends, had always been one of mutual achievement.


    Qi Songlu was grateful to Chen Men, but since she had helped manage severalrge enterprises'' ounts and done so diligently, she felt she had already repaid her.


    But at this moment, Qi Songlu suddenly burst into tears.


    Once, it was Chen Men who had saved her, pulling her out of the dirty, dark world of the wholesale market. Now, just as her child was about to start school, Chen Men had quietly bought her a house in the capital, and it was in her name.


    Although Yan Wei was a good man and very reliable, Qi Songlu was a woman prone to anxiety and didn''t believe insting love between men and women. Compared to love, a house was what a woman truly desired.


    Her little Bei Bei would have a school district house in the capital?


    Compared to the machinations between men, women could always achieve mutual sess, and this was the best.


    No words were needed; Qi Songlu''s gratitude was hidden in her heart.


    In a blink, the car arrived at Yan Wei''s building.


    Bei Bei was being looked after by a nanny, but since Yan Wei got off work early, he hade home early to wait for Qi Songlu with their daughter. The two-year-old girl looked remarkably like Yuanyuan when she was young, incredibly cute. From afar, as soon as she saw Chen Men''s car, the little girl''s voice was already soft and sweet: "Mommy, Mommy..."


    When Qi Songlu got out of the car, her eyes were still red. Yan Wei, with his chatty and sarcastic nature, mimicked their daughter''s voice, saying, "Oh, why is Mommy crying? Did Auntie Chen give Mommy too little pay and too much work, making Mommy tired? Auntie Chen, the heartless capitalist, why not let Mommy off work early?"


    This guy''s focus was always on trivial matters.


    "Yan Wei, shut up and get upstairs," Qi Songlu snapped, then turned back and waved, signaling Chen Men to hurry home, as she had three children who had just finished exams and were leaving for the capital tomorrow, with enough packing to do.


    Chen Men, who liked little Bei Bei, had to stop the car and watch the child for a while.


    From afar, she saw Yan Wei say something, and Qi Songlu grabbed his ear and scolded him, pushing him away.


    Although she couldn''t hear, Chen Men could guess.


    First, the old man had given the small red building to Yuanyuan, and then Mike had visited Hua Country once, with Jim returning every holiday, and John currently in the capital, staying with his grandfather, ostensibly to rx and experience Chinese culture.


    Yan Wei was unhappy because the houses had been taken by the older and younger brothers.


    Yan Peiheng acted on his own whims and thought he was doing the right thing.


    But for family harmony, Chen Men had to buy the house under the old man''s name, though she bought a 90-square-meter one instead of the 60-square-meter one he mentioned, the extra 30 square meters to make Yan Wei and Qi Songlu grateful.


    Let Yan Wei be chatty; he deserved to be scolded.


    Who else''s daughter-inw could be as proactive as Chen Men, buying a house for her brother-inw?


    Driving home, the houses in Yanguan Vige were now on the agenda for demolition, and Chen Men''s family had long since moved to Dongfang Family Quarters. The children had just finished their final exams and were likely already packing their luggage.


    Before even reaching the stairs, Chen Men heard the quarrelling voices of Little Wang and Yuanyuan.


    These two had been very close as children, but in recent years, their rtionship had deteriorated sharply.


    Yuanyuan no longer called him brother but used his real name.


    Before Chen Men even stepped through the door, she could hear Yuanyuan shouting, "Yan Wangqi, I packed all your bags, and I still have to cook. Just give me a moment, can you let your ''Yi Sister'' wait a bit and mop the floor?"


    "Yan Shengnan, I''m chatting with Yi Sister on theputer right now. Do it yourself?" Little Wang''s fingers were clicking away on the keyboard.


    "The inte costs 50 cents per minute. Keep burning money, and when Dades back, I''ll tell him you''re having an early romance, burning money, and romancing on theputer." Yuanyuan said.


    "Yan Shengnan, you''re really bossy. You can''t stand to see me idle, and you''re ndering me." Little Wang said.


    Yuanyuan emerged from the kitchen with a kitchen knife in hand, just as Chen Men walked in. The girl, now 13, had her hair tied in a ponytail, wore a round-neck sweater, and jeans. She was fuming as sheined to Chen Men, "Mom, Yan Wangqi is sozy. Since Dad hasn''t been around these past two years, he''s gottenzier andzier. Look at him, saying there''s some Yi Sister on theputer, wasting our phone bill, and not helping with the cleaning. Our phone bill this month is 500 yuan!"


    Theputer in the bedroom was clicking away loudly. Could Little Wang really be having an early romance?


    "Yi Sister, where does this little girl get such a name?" Chen Men asked.


    Yuanyuan pouted angrily, "Who knows? All day it''s Yi Sister this, Yi Sister that, Yi Sister is here, Yi Sister isn''t here yet."


    Yi Sister, Chen Men felt the name was somewhat familiar, yet she couldn''t quite ce it.


    There were indeed many suitcases, sixrge ones, piled in the middle of the living room, with bits of paper and dust all over the floor.


    Chen Men couldn''t stand it either and called out to Little Wang, "Little Wang, stop ying ande mop the floor."


    Yuanyuan teased, "Yan Wangqi, let your Yi Sister wait a bit, hurry up and mop the floor for us, or else, when you two meet in the future, don''t expect me to call her sister-inw..."


    Suddenly, there was a loud bang as Little Wang''s forehead hit the doorframe.


    He was 15 this year and had been growing rapidly, almost reaching 1.8 meters tall.


    "Yan Shengnan, if you keep talking like that, watch out, I''ll spank your butt. What Yi Sister, it''s E-mail, electronic mail." Little Wang said as he walked out.


    Chen Men understood. Currently, Hua Country had just opened up its WEBwork, with only a few simple portal sites and no chat rooms, QQ, or WeChat. Peoplemunicated through electronic mail. Little Wang was probably sending emails to Jim, John, or Mike online.


    Yuanyuan had simply misunderstood.


    "I don''t care what it is, just go mop the floor." Yuanyuan said.


    Little Wang, being tall, flicked his sister''s forehead with a basketball-like motion, "What sister-inw, I was just chatting with John. Apologize to me right now."


    "What''s there to be shy about? You''re going to get married in the future, and then I''ll have a sister-inw." Yuanyuan said, struggling to break free from Little Wang''s grip.


    Seeing Yuanyuan struggling hard, Little Wang suddenly let go, and she fell straight onto the sofa.


    "I''m not getting married, I''m going to be a monk for life." After saying that, Little Wang went to mop the floor.


    But just as he reached the bathroom door, Yuanyuan grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it at his head.


    Chen Men watched the two kids y-fighting and thought of a time when Little Wang used to fight for Yuanyuan''s sake. His early romance should have ended without a trace by now.


    In his eyes, Yuanyuan was now an incredibly annoying little girl.


    Yuanyuan went back to the kitchen to cook, while Chen Men had a lot of work-rted materials in Little Wang''s room that she needed to sort out.


    Theputer was on, with a webpage open. Chen Men needed to use a floppy disk to copy some files, so she had to close the webpage first.


    The webpage was in English, likely an email from John, as the sender field had the name John. Chen Men didn''t understand English, but she saw a few conspicuous words in the email, DNA. She paused, then looked at the desk, where there was a book titled "Gic Biology."


    Little Wang usually read economics and information books, so why was he studying "Gic Biology"?


    As Chen Men was about to flip through the book, Little Wang came in from mopping the floor and snatched the book away in a sh.


    Yan Zhao''sst letter had arrived three months ago, stating he would return on January 4th, which was two dayster. Chen Men had been eagerly awaiting his return, as there was a very tricky issue concerning Little Wang and Little Lang.


    Over the past two years, although Chen Men had been busy, her work and life had been smooth.


    However, Little Wang and his brother had not been so fortunate.


    Lu Jingyu and Zhou Xueqin had divorced the year beforest. For Lu Jingyu, it was a fake divorce to avoid high-interest loans, but for Zhou Xueqin, it was a real divorce. After the divorce, she had the conscience to send Erniu to Japan for further studies in singing, but she left Lu Dabao and his father behind and disappeared.


    Lu Jingyu owed 8 million in high-interest loans, which had now ballooned to 20 million.


    The good news was that housing prices had been soaring in recent years, and thend value of the two buildings he owned in Guangzhou was now worth 20 million.


    Now Lu Jingyu could collect rent from those buildings, but since the property rights were in Zhou Xueqin''s name, he couldn''t sell them.


    Thanks to Yan Peiheng''s influence, the creditors didn''t provide Lu Jingyu with a "one-stop service" for idents, but they did send someone to run over Lu Dabao with a motorcycle once. Fortunately, the boy was tough and survived. The creditors also threatened Lu Jingyu, saying if he didn''t sell the buildings to pay off the debt, they would force Erniu to make AV films in Japan.


    A decent person couldn''tpete with the underworld. Lu Jingyu, fearing for his son, wanted to sell thend to pay off the debt and had been looking for Zhou Xueqin everywhere. He often went to Xiping City with the loan sharks, lurking around Zhou Xueqin''s parents'' home or following Little Wang and Little Lang.


    With their mother not behaving and being frequently followed, Little Wang was inevitably pointed at and talked about at school. Chen Men was naturally angry about this.


    But this matter could only be handled by Yan Zhao, so Chen Men was particrly eager for his return.


    Little Wang had been very irritable because of this over the past two years. Of course, as he grew older, he didn''t show any signs of wanting to be with Yuanyuan.


    So why was he studying DNA and gic biology?


    And discussing this with John, who studied medicine, was he trying to find out if he and Yuanyuan could get married?


    But never mind, studying it was good too, so he could give up on that idea.


    After all, although they were out of the five-cousin range, they couldn''t escape the fact that they shared the same ancestor, within the six-cousin range.


    From a gic standpoint, with DNA simrity of at least 30% or more, they couldn''t get married.


    Little Wang was dragging the floor when he bumped into Little Lang, or rather, Little ck Wolf, who was carrying a big backpack.


    Little Lang, thanks to Yan Peiheng''s connections, could practice live ammunition at the provincial public security shooting range. After practice, the provincial public security personnel would drive him home.


    Because he often practiced live ammunition in the wild, he was tanned so much that he earned the honorable nickname Little ck Wolf.


    He was also 12 this year, slightly taller than Yuanyuan, but with broad shoulders and a wide chest, he looked like a mini version of Yan Zhao.


    "Little ck Wolf,e and mop the floor," Little Wang immediately handed the mop to Little Lang.


    Little Lang wasn''t going to mop the floor. He went straight to Chen Men''s room, "Mom, today I met an olddy who gave me a photo, saying it was me when I was little. Is this me?"


    As he spoke, the child took out a color photo from his pocket and handed it to Chen Men.


    In the photo, Zhou Xueqin was holding Little Lang, standing in front of an old-fashioned backdrop, both looking at the camera.


    At that time, taking a color photo was still a fashionable thing to do. Little Lang was at most one year old, with lipstick, blue eye shadow, and a red dot on his forehead.


    The child was truly adorable, with fair skin, his mouth forming an ''O'', and two bright big eyes that could melt anyone''s heart.


    The olddy who gave the photo must be Zhou Xueqin''s mother.


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    Little Wang had grown up and firmly refused to have any connection with Zhou Xueqin. He was also very capable, despite being about to take the high school entrance exam, he read a lot and often chatted with his partner on theputer, with a perspective that was notmon among children.


    In contrast, Little Lang is simple-minded and kind-hearted. The only thing he is certain of is that he is Chen Men''s biological child.


    Zhou Xueqin initially devoted herself wholeheartedly to raising her stepchildren, but Dabao and Erniu did not grow up to be the influential figures she had hoped for. Instead, Lu Jingyu cheated on her and even used psychological maniption (PUA) on her. Realizing that staying with Lu Jingyu was a dead end, she finally snapped and ran off with all of Lu Jingyu''s assets.


    However, she has now recognized Little Lang''s excellence and is eager to reim him.


    There are many clues to prove that Little Lang is her biological child, and photographs are the most crucial evidence.


    But this situation isughable because, as Little Lang grows older, Chen Men will certainly reveal the truth to him.


    As a biological mother, you can visit your child, ask for his love, and build a friendly rtionship with him.


    But under the premise of being pursued by loan sharks, secretly harassing the child is wrong.


    Originally, Chen Men had no intention of telling Yan Zhao about everything that happened to Little Lang and Little Wang in their previous lives.


    But Zhou Xueqin is forcing her to do so.

 Chapter 145

    "Mom, is this really me in the photo?" Little Lang asked.


    Little Wang was mopping the floor when he saw the photo. His expression changed instantly as he reached out to grab it, but Chen Men snatched it back and said, "Yes."


    "Oh." Little Lang''s dark face was marked by his unusually bright eyes, which were fixed on Chen Men. At twelve years old, he certainly understood the significance of biological parenthood, but he didn''t ask about it.


    Little Wang quickly said, "It''s not true, Little Lang, it''s fake. Go rest, brother doesn''t want you to mop anymore."


    But Chen Men said, "Yan Minng, Zhou Xueqin is your birth mother, the one who gave birth to you." After a pause, she added, "But that has nothing to do with our life now. I''m yourter mom, and as long as you don''t want to leave, you''ll always be my son."


    "Okay." Little Lang must have been hungry as he rubbed his stomach and asked, "Mom, is there anything else I can help with?"


    It was theirst meal at their home in Xiping City. Yuanyuan hadbined all the leftover dishes into one pot. Any remaining food, rice, and noodles would have to be taken to Chen Degong''s ce upstairs.


    After this, the house would be locked up. Chen Men would probably only be able to stay here during holidays until the children finished university. Once in the capital, she would need to prepare the Little Red Building and live in that house.


    "Take the remaining things to your uncle''s ce with your sister, thene back for dinner," Chen Men said.


    "Yes, Mom." The boy put down his bag and picked up the items.


    Without Yuanyuan even having to mention it, Little Lang carried the tworge bags effortlessly, one in each hand, as he went downstairs.


    As soon as he and Yuanyuan left, Little Wang angrily said, "You shouldn''t have told him. Zhou Xueqin said she has two buildings, and she once sent me a message too, saying if I wanted to go with her, the buildings would be mine. I could live off the rent for life without lifting a finger. I spat at Zhou Xueqin''s face and drove her away. Now she''s trying to lure Little Lang with the buildings, but she won''t be able to take good care of him."


    The two buildings in Guangzhou were located in the bustling city center, both sixteen-storymercial buildings. Initially, due to the sluggish real estate market, only two or three units were sold. Now property values were continuously rising, and themercial rental ie alone brought in significant monthly revenue.


    Currently, Lu Jingyu was collecting the rent for living expenses.


    But if Zhou Xueqin could take full control, she could be a proper Guangdongndy.


    Whoever followed her, whether Little Wang or Little Lang, wouldn''t need to work for the rest of their lives.


    However, Chen Men felt that given Little Lang''s personality, the prospect of collecting rent with a set of keys wouldn''t tempt him.


    The child was still so young, his life just beginning to unfold. How could spending the rest of his life collecting rentpare to familiarizing himself with and handling various firearms? Chen Men didn''t think it could.


    So she said, "Little Wang, keep the right attitude. Trust your brother this once; he won''t go with Zhou Xueqin."


    Little Wang pursed his lips: "I''m just worried he''ll be hurt when he finds out what kind of person his birth mother is."


    For every child, their first lesson in life is about their mother. First-grade textbooks include stories like "The Little Tadpole Looking for Mother." Mother is a sacred word for any child. Little Wang had felt inferior for over a decade because of Zhou Xueqin, and he didn''t want Little Lang to feel the same way about having such a mother.


    But for Chen Men, this was an unsolvable issue. As a stepmother, she couldn''t prevent it and had to tell the child the truth. At twelve years old, this boy needed to learn how to face his birth mother, and he had to use his own judgment to decide how to handle it.


    That night, since all the beds had been packed up, Little Wang and Little Lang shared one bed, while Chen Men and Yuanyuan shared another. That was how they were supposed to sleep, but when dawn came, Chen Men found Yuanyuan on one side and Little Lang on the other. The silly boy had quietlye to sleep next to her.


    His little dark hand rested on her belly, as he had always liked to do since he was small when sleeping.


    Chen Men got up first to make breakfast, and the two children who had grown up sleeping together naturally cuddled up.


    One had skin as white as milk, while the other was brownish-ck. Little Lang''splexion was bing even darker than Yan Zhao''s, which was quite worrying.


    Someone knocked on the door, and Chen Men opened it.


    Dressed in a suit and camel coat, wearing gold-rimmed sses, it was none other than Yan Xishan, or rather, Professor Yan.


    This time, Yan Xishan was also heading to the capital.


    In today''s chaotic milk powder market, to sell high-quality but expensive milk powder, seminar-style sales were particrly important. Yan Xishan had already be a somewhat famous sales professor, frequently invited by nouveau riche across the country to give lectures.


    He was more experienced than Hu Xiaohua in dealing with various distributors.


    "Help me with these boxes. It''s still early, let the children sleep longer," Chen Men said.


    Yan Xishan''s gaze fell on the pile of boxes, and his brows furrowed: "Chen Men, I drive an imported Mercedes. I charge at least 800 yuan per lecture now. I''m a distinguished professor - you want me to carry boxes?"


    Indeed, Yan Xishan had liver problems and poorplexion; his small frame couldn''t handle the boxes.


    Chen Men was about to call Little Wang and Yuanyuan, but just as she called out "Yuanyuan," Yan Xishan immediately said, "Shut up, let my daughter sleep longer." He turned and called to his honey trap girlfriend: "Chen Chunmei, what are you standing there for? Come help with the boxes."


    Chen Chunmei was Yan Xishan''s shadow, serving as his assistant, housekeeper, and secretary. Though thin and short, she was very strong. She entered and picked up the boxes, one in each hand.


    Chen Men hurried to help her carry the boxes.


    Chen Men would never respect Yan Xishan. He lived with Chen Chunmei but wouldn''t marry her unless she bore him a son. Of course, he had been helping Chen Chunmei get medical check-ups, seeking treatment all over the country, trying every folk remedy to conceive a son, but Chen Chunmei just couldn''t get pregnant.


    Recently, Yan Xishan had gone to Hong Kong for a check-up and discovered he had oligospermia and asthenospermia. When he was younger and healthier, he had managed to conceive Yuanyuan, but now there were no viable sperm in his semen. So it was actually his inability to father children.


    But he didn''t tell anyone, continuing to make Chen Chunmei take medicine and seek fertility treatments.


    Because he feared Chen Chunmei would leave him if she knew.


    Moreover, as long as she couldn''t have children, she would always be beneath him.


    The term plete scumbag" perfectly described Yan Xishan.


    His Mercedes had only been purchased with Chen Men''s approval.


    Xishan Mining was currently thergest mine in Shaanxi Province. Over the years, there had been only a few minor idents with no fatalities. He was both a provincial representative and a visiting professor, currentlypeting for a position as a national representative. Their current ount bnce was shocking - with cash flow in the millions, not approving a car for Yan Xishan to show off would risk him rebelling again.


    The imported Mercedes was indeedfortable to ride in.


    After picking up Qi Songlu and Little Beibei, the flight to the capital took only two hours.


    In the capital, Hu Xiaohua came to meet Chen Men.


    Hu Xiaohua was more down-to-earth than Yan Xishan, and he had been quite fortunate. He had found a divorced woman at the milk powder factory who worked in powder testing technology. She had a young daughter, Beijing household registration, and two houses. Upon marriage, she gave Hu Xiaohua twin sons.


    Now, Hu Xiaohua was a Beijing resident with local household registration.


    A smile could dissolve old grievances.


    Once brothers, now under Chen Men''s persuasion, they were about to fight a battle for the nation''s milk powder safety, aiming to drive out inferior products and allow quality milk powder to dominate the market. After all, one had a wife and children, the other had a sessful career - it was time to set aside differences and work together sincerely.


    Qi Songlu took the children home first, while Chen Men went to the milk powder factory and immediately started meetings. She listened to work reports for this phase and had to encourage the factory workers. For the uing listing work, she held meetings for a full eight hours before she could return home.


    Tonight, the two boys would stay at the Little Red Building with John.


    The Little Red Building was an old residence for retired senior officials, and currently, it was upied entirely by retired leaders.


    The facility was particrly generous to retired senior leaders. In the old courtyard, the winter jasmine had grown almost as tall as a person, and the pine trees were frighteninglyrge. While it looked impressive, at nearly midnight in the dead of winter, walking along the path felt eerily scary.


    Before heading to the capital, she had spent a week attending meetings with various departments at Food Factory 81, assigning tasks. Upon arriving in the capital, there was another eight-hour marathon meeting without breaks, leaving her mentally exhausted.


    Chen Men, nearly 35 years old, felt her legs wobbling as she walked.


    Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from the woods behind her. When she turned around, she saw a dark figure.


    Chen Men quickened her pace.


    Her fear wasn''t unfounded. That year, there had been a UFO incident in Guizhou that had caused quite a stir. People were saying that aliens had nearly carried away a trainpartment and abducted everyone inside. Coincidentally, a famous director who had been filming with Yuanyuan had met Chen Men and solemnly sworn that he had been abducted by aliens himself.


    Tired and scared, Chen Men started running.


    All the buildings looked simr here, and since herst visit was a year ago, she quickly got lost after running a few steps.


    This was terrible - what if she got abducted by UFOs?


    "Men?" someone called from behind.


    Chen Men turned around and saw her father-inw - he had just saved her life in the middle of the night.


    "I just got off work and heard the children were staying around here, so I came to check. Why aren''t you home yet?" he asked.


    The old man had worked such long, intense hours his entire life, even now - it must be exhausting.


    He continued, "I had Mao Xun prepare the house earlier. There''s no heating right now, and the house is damp. I set up the beds for them and lit the stove, but I''m worried it might go out. I need to bank the stove for them tonight..."


    Currently, he worked at the Military Commission as Chief of Staff.


    Evente at night, after finishing work, he still remembered toe bank the stove for the children.


    While he hadn''t been the best husband or father, he was doing an excellent job as a grandfather.


    "I''ll bank it," Chen Men offered.


    Yan Peiheng red at Chen Men: "Are you sure you know how to bank a stove properly tost until morning?"


    To keep the stove burning until dawn, it needed to be banked properly to burn slowly - and this required skill.


    Chen Men had never been very good at it; she and Yuanyuan often huddled together on cold nights. Thinking about it, she decided to let her father-inw handle it.


    As society progressed, with central heating, air conditioning, and water dispensers, her housekeeping skills had grown rusty.


    The three boys, afraid of the cold, were crowded into one bedroom, with only that room''s stove lit.


    The boys had been making noise, but as soon as Yan Peiheng opened the door, they fell silent.


    One boy jumped up from the bed - this was Chen Men''s first time meeting John. He wasn''t as dramatic as Jim had been when he first arrived. With ck hair, fair skin, a high nose bridge, long eyshes, and slender fingers, he was a handsome young man.


    Little Lang immediatelyined to Chen Men: "Mom, he''s being inappropriate!"


    "This American punk, my sister, he actually... actually..." Little Wang was shouting too.


    Obviously, John had hugged Yuanyuan as soon as he arrived, while Little Wang hadn''t even held Yuanyuan''s hand since he was very young.


    "Go to sleep, or you''ll be doing horse stance outside," Yan Peiheng barked.


    The boys quickly pulled up their covers andy down.


    Yan Peiheng banked the stove quietly. After finishing, he looked at each boy, finally stopping at Little Lang''s bed, smiling as he gazed at length at the little coal-ck fellow before turning off the lights and leaving.


    After copsing at home for a while, she got up at five the next morning to continue with meetings, reviewing various materials and documents.


    For the sake of the milk powder, and also the million-yuan debt, Chen Men had to give it her all from now on, even eating breakfast at the conference table.


    However, just two days after arriving, Chen Men keenly sensed that someone was following her.


    Several times, she felt someone behind her, but when she turned around, she couldn''t find anyone.


    Chen Men wasn''t stupid; even though she couldn''t spot anyone, she could guess who it might be.


    While work was necessarily busy, life''s matters still needed handling.


    The next evening, knowing Little Lang would be at the shooting range, Chen Men excused herself to use the bathroom, left the conference room, ran out of Food Factory 81, and headed straight for the military shooting range. When she arrived, she didn''t go in but hid behind a pine tree.


    Soon after, Little Lang came out.


    As soon as he emerged, a woman stopped him, getting straight to the point: "Yan Minng, I''m your mother!"


    Little Lang did indeed stop.


    "Back then, during the one-child policy, the government wouldn''t let me have you. I hid everywhere from the family nning officials, even in cers, just to give birth to you. You''ve seen the photo, right? The one of me holding you when you were one year old?" the woman said.


    This woman was, of course, Zhou Xueqin.


    But what Chen Men hadn''t expected was that she was wearing a white top and blue pants - the uniform of the milk powder factory workers.


    This proved she had been working at the milk powder factory all along.


    Unlike Food Factory 81, which employed only veterans, the milk powder factory needed female workers. However, Chen Men had insisted that the HR department thoroughly verify everything from personnel files to health certificates, especially the health certificates.


    Lu Jingyu had sued Zhou Xueqin, and loan sharks were after her too, but they thought she had fled back to familiar Xiping City, so that''s where they were looking for her.


    The most dangerous ce was often the safest - Zhou Xueqin was quite clever, wasn''t she? After swindling Lu Jingyu out of two buildings, she hid in her milk powder factory, probably using fake money and fake health certificates?


    Fake certificates were rampant in the 90s, so these things were easy to obtain.


    But she was too clever - no matter how tough the loan sharks were, would they daree looking in a military district? Of course not.


    Military factories were ces where they wouldn''t dare cause trouble, and who would have thought Zhou Xueqin would hide in Chen Men''s milk powder factory?


    Moreover, because of the military factory connection, the milk powder factory workers could enter the military district.


    That''s why Zhou Xueqin could precisely time her private meeting with Little Lang.


    But wasn''t she spinning tales?


    Clearly, she hadn''t wanted Little Lang initially and had almost aborted him. It was only because Yan Zhao was on the frontline and the army wouldn''t let her abort, begging her to keep the baby. And that nonsense about hemorrhaging - when she gave birth to Little Lang, Chen Degong''s family had sent her cooking oil, pork, and their home-raised chickens to help her recover.


    Chen Men stayed where she was and watched as Little Lang reached out to touch Zhou Xueqin''s stomach.


    The child''s hand gently pressed against Zhou Xueqin''s abdomen as he asked, "So, I came from your belly?"


    The child was naturally kind-hearted, and with Zhou Xueqin crying pitifully, plus the photo evidence and Chen Men''s previous mentions, he was willing to believe.


    "Yes, yes. Your father and I divorced, and Chen Men has raised you well, but Little Lang, mother misses you, mother..." Zhou Xueqin was terribly thin, her hands like dried chicken ws as she grabbed Little Lang''s hand and pressed it to her face, saying, "Mother looked for you before, but you were too young then to understand. To make sure your other mother would raise you well, I didn''t say anything. But I gave birth to you, and mother really misses you, loves you, do you understand?"


    Blood ties couldn''t be severed.


    Little Lang didn''t resist and remained curious, so Zhou Xueqin continued: "To earn money for you, when you were just 20 days old, I went south to trade fabric, but unfortunately, there was a fire..."


    "So now, do you want to take me away?" Little Lang interrupted Zhou Xueqin''s emotional maniption to ask.


    This wasn''t something he would ask Chen Men about, as unlike Little Wang, he didn''t worry obsessively.


    He knew Chen Men would never send him away, but he felt some love for his birth mother.


    He wanted to understand Zhou Xueqin''s intentions.


    "No, no, mother just works at the milk powder factory, I pass by here every day, just seeing you is enough. I saw you in the shooting range earlier - such a big gun, you shot so well!" Zhou Xueqin said.


    The mother-son rtionship was warming up.


    Little Lang furrowed his brow, his dark face showing a satisfied smile.


    Chen Men continued watching. For children, whether it''s biological or step-parents, as long as they could be like Yan Xishan - showing affection without going overboard, loving the children within appropriate boundaries, and staying away from ex-spouses'' lives - Chen Men could ept that.


    However, Zhou Xueqin had taken one wrong step, leading to a cascade of mistakes. And from how things looked now, she had no intention of turning back.


    Chen Men hesitated, wondering whether to approach them now.


    Just then, Little Lang suddenly jumped up: "I remember you now."


    Zhou Xueqin immediately fell to her knees: "Yes, you remember mama, don''t you? You should remember how when you were little, you wouldn''t let Little Wang hold you, always clinging to mama, crying whenever mama left. You loved mama so much back then."


    "One snowy day, I went to hug you, but you kicked me into a snowbank," Little Lang said excitedly. "You were wearing such beautiful clothes that day, and you didn''t want me to dirty them. But I always thought it was my mother who had kicked me."


    That was his only memory from before he was three and a half years old - his beautiful mother kicking him into a snowbank.


    His face had turned blue from the snow, and it was Little Wang who pulled him out, patted him, and blew warm breath into his mouth to revive him.


    Zhou Xueqin, still kneeling, shook her head and shrieked: "Impossible, it must have been Chen Men who kicked you. How could I ever do that? You''re my own flesh and blood, how could I ever..."


    People tend to selectively forget their own foolish actions.


    Zhou Xueqin remembered how Little Lang would cry wanting her to hold him, and how she often carried him to the hospital when he was frequently sick as a child. But she had forgotten how she used to scold and hit him, how she would push him away and shove him aside every time he ran to her.


    Grabbing him tightly, she raised her voice: "Little Lang, mama loves you, mama really loves you."


    Frightened by her hysterical behavior, Little Lang broke free from Zhou Xueqin and ran away.


    "Yan Minng, mama really loves you!" Zhou Xueqin stumbled forward a few steps, only to run into Chen Men.


    "Oh, Men?" She quickly stood up, wiping her eyes.


    She had probably expected to run into Chen Men sooner orter, so she wasn''t particrly flustered.


    Pointing to her clothes, she exined: "I''m not doing much these days, found a job at your milk powder factory. It''s just temporary - I have bigger business ventures, but I''m a hardworking person, mainly can''t stand being idle."


    Chen Men smiled slightly: "That''s good." But immediately added: "Sister, please try to stay away from Little Lang from now on."


    Zhou Xueqin nodded repeatedly: "I''m going to Guangzhou soon, I''ll just asionally check on the child, don''t worry."


    See how she had learned to be evasive.


    She continued: "By the way, isn''t Yan Zhao in Cambodia? I saw news the other day about a ne being hijacked in Cambodia, with many people killed. Is Yan Zhao alright?"


    Yan Zhao was indeed in Cambodia, working near the airport in the capital, where the situation was reportedly very chaotic.


    He only shared good news, not bad, and kept telling Chen Men not to read the newspapers.


    He insisted that the news in the papers was all fake, and that he would return when his assignment was over, saying everything was fine.


    Chen Men indeed hadn''t read the newspapers; she trusted Yan Zhao - he was like King Yama himself, what could possibly happen to him?


    She was more concerned about Zhou Xueqin''s situation, saying: "Look, sister, I don''t know how you got into the milk powder factory, and you can keep your current ID, I won''t interfere with that, but you must have a health certificate. You need to get a medical examination. I want to see your health certificate first thing tomorrow morning."


    She spoke very sincerely - working in a milk powder factory, in food production, a health certificate was mandatory.


    But Zhou Xueqin suddenly became angry again: "Chen Men, even though you''re a big boss now and I''ve fallen on hard times, don''t forget who helped you be what you are today. Let me be blunt - if it weren''t for me, you would have married Lu Jingyu. You know what kind of dog he is, knowing nothing but calling me a spendthrift woman. If it weren''t for me, you would have married such a..."


    She refused to reflect on herself, even after things had gotten this bad.


    Being hunted by loan sharks and Lu Jingyu together, who were searching high and low for her.


    Yet she hadn''t reflected on herself one bit, and instead wanted to position herself as Chen Men''s benefactor?


    She almost wanted to reveal that she was reborn, just to gain some sympathy from Chen Men?


    Chen Men didn''t want to waste words with such a woman, only saying: "Sister, staying away from Little Lang is best for everyone. Also, go get your blood test and health certificate tomorrow, or I''ll fire you first thing in the morning."


    "You!" Zhou Xueqin let out a sharp cry, but was helpless. As she watched Chen Men leaving, she called out: "Men, no one can stop a mother from loving her child."


    Love? Chen Men didn''t think so.


    Zhou Xueqin''s real intention was this: she didn''t want to take Little Lang away, but she needed him to depend on her, to establish a good mother-son rtionship with her.


    That way, she could leverage Yan Zhao and Yan Peiheng''s influence.


    One level of authority can crush another - are loan sharks legal? Is it legal for Lu Jingyu, already divorced, to keep harassing his ex-wife? None of it is legal. In this battle of criminals, Zhou Xueqin held the property rights to two buildings, making her the current winner, but she couldn''t shake off the harassment from Lu Jingyu and the loan sharks.


    At this point, if Little Lang would acknowledge and love her, she could borrow Yan Zhao''s influence, having father and son intervene on her behalf.


    To force back Lu Jingyu and the loan sharks.


    Fortune favors the bold - she did all this just to cleanly acquire those two buildings.


    But had she considered what if the loan sharks targeted Little Lang? What if they arranged an "ident"? Had she thought about that?


    Her maternal love was too heavy a burden, too heavy for Little Lang and Little Wang to bear.


    Chen Men left, and Zhou Xueqin had to return to the milk powder factory.


    She had stayed in this courtyard for about eight months, though that was 15 years ago. When Zhou Xueqin first arrived, fearing recognition, she often skulked around, trying to stay hidden.


    However, no one had ever recognized her.


    She had thought she was hiding well.


    But recently, when some children called her "grandma," she suddenly realized it wasn''t that she had hidden well, but that in the eight years since her divorce from Yan Zhao - just eight years - her face had be gaunt, her hair yellow and brittle. When people get thin, their skin sags, their eyelids droop, and with some cosmetic procedures she''d had done in recent years trying to keep up with trends, she looked like an old woman.


    Looking back on these eight years since her rebirth, she realized she had taken one wrong step after another.


    It all started with divorcing Yan Zhao - that was the first wrong turn.


    But she didn''t regret it. She had two buildings in Guangzhou, and property prices would soar to heights that people now couldn''t even imagine. She was willing to risk everything to keep those two buildings.


    If she could keep them, she could livefortably as andy for the rest of her life.


    That''s why she was even more concerned about Yan Zhao than Chen Men was.


    Because Yan Zhao was inw enforcement, specializing in fighting crime, she wanted him back even more than Chen Men did.


    This was the first time international peacekeeping police had been sent abroad on a mission, and the news media was following it closely. Both the "Police Daily" and "Legal Observer" had special bulletin columns.


    The peacekeepers'' work assignments and itineraries were all published in the newspapers.


    Zhou Xueqin had subscribed to the papers and read them daily.


    When she saw news about Yan Zhao''s team encountering some violent incident, she would think how nice it would be if Yan Zhao died abroad - wouldn''t that make Chen Men cry herself to death?


    Her current happy life woulde to an end.


    What was there to be so proud of? Chen Men''s good life today was all thanks to her.


    But these were just passing, absurd thoughts.


    She hoped for Yan Zhao''s safe return.


    She needed Little Lang to love her, and she needed father and son Yan to use their influence to help her secure the buildings.


    She was almost forty now, too old to have more children. Wasn''t trading two buildings for her son''s affection enough?


    Today was the 2nd, and ording to the newspaper, the peacekeeping team would return on the 4th and hold a press conference to report their peacekeeping work to the organization and the public. So there were just two days left. In these two days, Zhou Xueqin had to make Little Lang love her. She did have money - the high-interest loan from Lu Jingyu. She had Chen Men figured out; she was a kind-hearted woman who wouldn''t go to extremes, and definitely wouldn''t fire her.


    So what should she buy or do to make the child happy?


    Suddenly, Zhou Xueqin remembered that when Little Lang was young, he particrly loved those small trumpets that would make a "woo-woo" sound when blown. He had begged for one, and since she was in a good mood that day, she bought it for him. Little Lang was overjoyed and treasured that little trumpet dearly. When a neighbor''s child stepped on it and broke it, he cried for a long time.


    She decided to buy him a little trumpet, to remind him of her kindness.


    However, those small trumpets weren''t easy to find. She searched everywhere from small shops to toy stores without sess. Finally, at abor supply store outside the military district, she spotted several old, red and green trumpets tossed in a cardboard box in the corner.


    Just as Zhou Xueqin bent down to pick one up, she heard a deep male voice: "Boss, do you have any buckwheat husk pillows?"


    "Yes, five yuan each, freshly filled with buckwheat husks. We''ll fill as much as you want," the shopkeeper replied with a smile.


    Then, noticing the security check sticker on the man''s suitcase, the shopkeeper added, "Sir, you must be a big businessman. Looking at that suitcase, you must have just gotten off a ne. Why are you looking for a buckwheat husk pillow? Are you an overseas Chinese? Many overseas Chinese love these pillows."


    "Put in more buckwheat husks," the man replied curtly.


    Zhou Xueqin found the voice strangely familiar. When she turned around, she was startled.


    It was Yan Zhao, wearing a camel-colored wool coat, dress pants, and leather shoes. He still had his crew cut, his skin even darker than when he first came back from the battlefield. His lips were pressed into a thin line as he frowned, watching the shopkeeper fill the pillow. He was still himself, yet somehowpletely transformed, like a different person.


    His suitcase bore the characters "eight-one," issued by his work unit.


    His clothes must also have been unit-issued uniforms, as thebel inside his open wool coat also showed the "eight-one" characters.


    Wasn''t the press conference supposed to be on the 4th? Why was he back today?


    But she hadn''t sorted things out with Little Lang yet!


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    She only rushed out after Yan Zhao left the store with his pillow.


    She saw him get into a Red g car, which didn''t go far, stopping outside the gate of a Grade-One Family Quarters.


    Then the driver got out and went into thepound.


    Yan Zhao also got out, opened the trunk which contained a bouquet of roses and several suitcases.


    He repeatedly adjusted the position of items, hiding the buckwheat pillow at the very back, then took out the roses, held them in his hands, but seemingly finding it inappropriate, put them back.


    A momentter, he took them out again, only to put them back after another while.


    Just then, Little Wang and Yuanyuan were ying by the stairs. Yan Zhao hurriedly pulled out sunsses from his pocket and put them on, turning his back.


    Setting aside his earlier nervousness, he looked cool, tall, and determined - a mature, reserved man.


    Zhou Xueqin had never loved Yan Zhao, and always believed she could find a better man than him.


    But undeniably, at this moment, her heart was filled with mixed emotions!

 Chapter 146

    Chen Men needed to go home, and as she went upstairs, she ran into Yuanyuan, Little Wang, John, and the others.


    The children were nning to go out to y and were waiting for Little Lang. It was perfect timing to meet up.


    Little Lang had just, in a sense, met his birth mother for the first time. Chen Men was worried that the child might be hurt by Zhou Xueqin''s erratic behavior - after all, a birth mother represents a child''s face to the world.


    She rushed after them, wanting tofort the child, but as soon as she met the group of children, she saw Little Lang lifting his head, chattering away to his brother: "When I was little, Zhou Xueqin kicked me, and you pulled me out of the snow, right?"


    Little Wang pinched his little brother''s cheek but didn''t say anything.


    He and their father once had to feed Little Lang rice and flour porridge because they couldn''t afford milk powder. The neighbors all said Little Lang wouldn''t survive to grow up, but now he had not only grown up but was strong and tanned, with a face like an African''s.


    Little Wang didn''t like talking about the past, especially in front of John, so he said: "Let''s not talk about this. Come on, let''s take our friend out to y."


    Everyone cares about saving face.


    As the children were heading out, Chen Men called after them: "Be careful outside, especially with cars. Yan Wangqi, I know you understand even without me saying it."


    Little Wang certainly understood. Chen Men was worried that the loan sharks might try to take revenge on them.


    "Don''t worry, we won''t go far. We''re just taking John to see our Army Memorial Hall," Little Wang said.


    Boys of fifteen or sixteen are at the age when they love to worry about national affairs, always engaged in grand discussions about big principles.


    And John, unlike Jim, had his own understanding and views of China''s wartime history. He immediately told Little Wang that the Nationalist Army was more admirable than the Communist Party because they won the anti-Japanese war with American help, and went on about how the Nationalist Army fought with American support while the Communist Party preserved their strength in the rear, which was why they eventually managed to drive out the Nationalist Army.


    Little Wang was older now and didn''t argue, but facts speak louder than words. Besides visiting the memorial hall, he had nned to spend his own money this holiday to take John to see the tunnel warfare sites, and they had even arranged to go to Guizhou, Sichuan, and Gansu to retrace the Long March route and see the Dadu River Bridge.


    He had plenty of money and was treating, determined to show John the difficult journey their revolutionary ancestors had taken.


    Waving goodbye, the children left.


    As for Zhou Xueqin, Chen Men was in a difficult position. If they drove her away from the milk powder factory, the loan sharks and Lu Jingyu would immediatelye after her. People die for wealth as birds die for food - who would willingly let go of millions?


    But if they didn''t drive her out, she showed no self-awareness and would continue harassing Little Lang. What then?


    Although Yan Peiheng and Yan Zhao''s background was strong enough that the loan sharks wouldn''t dare touch Little Lang and Little Wang easily.


    But there are always bigger fish in the sea - those who dared to run loan shark operations in the capital must have powerful backing.


    And as Yan Zhao said, car idents weren''t criminal cases anymore. Even if the other party eventually backed down because of Yan Zhao''s background, what if they sought private revenge? Hadn''t Lu Dabao been hit by a car before?


    This was the capital now, not like Xiping City where all the patrol officers knew Little Lang and Little Wang and would keep an eye out for them. The capital was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and the 1990s were the most chaotic times.


    How could Chen Men not worry?


    Opening the door to their home, it was quiet but harmonious inside.


    Qi Songlu had bought some prepared dishes downstairs and was steaming rice and cooking.


    Yan Peiheng had deliberately left work early today and was in the bedroom watching his little granddaughter sleep.


    The other little girl who looked like Yan Xing - when she was awake, Yan Peiheng wouldn''t deliberately y with her, but when the child was asleep, he loved to quietly watch her like this.


    Chen Men still had to work overtime at the milk powder factory after dinner.


    Even though she wore t shoes, after sitting all day, her varicose veins made her feet swell, and they hurt when she took off her shoes.


    Smelling the white fungus and lotus seed soup from the kitchen, she went in and saw the thick soup, ready to drink it straight away.


    "Boss, leave some for our dad, don''t drink it all," Qi Songlu said.


    Chen Men pursed her lips: "My, you''re calling him ''our dad'' so intimately now, you''ve adapted to your daughter-inw role quite quickly."


    "He''s not bad, and he''s fair to the children too. Without him, how could I afford a house in the capital? I''ve been to see it - three bedrooms, two living rooms. The building is old, but there''s an elementary school right downstairs. It''s a pity Yan Wei''s household registration was transferred out and can''t be transferred back. We probably won''t be able to use it until Bei Bei goes to university," Qi Songlu said with a smile.


    "You never thought that I bought that house?" Chen Men said rather indignantly.


    Qi Songlu smiled: "That''s why Yan Wei is especially grateful to you. Would an ordinary person, even with the old man''s word, buy such a big ce inside the Third Ring Road instead of buying in the suburbs or a farmhouse?"


    Better than Chen Men, Yan Wei''s family now had a house inside the Third Ring Road, not far from where you could see the Forbidden City.


    Qi Songlu had gone to see the house today and felt very satisfied.


    Chen Men poured herself a small bowl of lotus seed soup, thinking to herself that it was better to keep her contributions quiet as long as the family was harmonious.


    Just then, someone knocked on the door, saying someone downstairs was looking for her.


    Chen Men saw the person wearing a police uniform and her scalp tingled, thinking that Yan Xishan, who had just arrived in the capital, hadn''t behaved himself and had gone out to visit prostitutes and cause trouble again. She wiped her mouth and went downstairs.


    She had been running around all day, her hair disheveled.


    Downstairs, because Yan Zhao had his back turned and was wearing almost exactly the same clothes as Yan Xishan, though Yan Zhao was more robust, but wrapped in a woolen coat, she really mistook him, and stepped forward asking angrily: "Yan Xishan, when will you ever stop? Had enough of your fooling around? Where did you get this Red g car..."


    At that moment, Yan Zhao turned around, suddenly removing his sunsses, his sharp eyes showing astonishment, his ears as red as pig''s liver.


    The driver was also frightened: "Let me exin, our Captain Yan just got off the ne."


    It was too unexpected. Chen Men felt a bit disappointed because the Public Security Bureau had said they would meet on the 4th, and for the police wives who had been separated for two years, the department had organized a reunion meeting to take ce in front of reporters at a press conference.


    For this, she had nned to put on a face mask tomorrow, do her hair, striving to be the most beautiful among the police wives.


    This man never followed the normal rules.


    He wasn''t supposed to be back yet, so why had he returned?


    "Come on, let''s go upstairs, let''s go home," Chen Men said.


    Yan Zhao''s sry was sent back to China every three months. After going abroad, he was paid ording to the minimum wage standard for international police, 5000 per month, plus annual bonuses. After saving for several years, he could now be considered wealthy. He said seriously: "Weren''t we supposed to stay at a hotel?"


    This man was so direct, not even being roundabout with the driver present.


    Although during their two and a half years apart, they could asionally make phone calls and write letters, before he left, they had agreed that on the day he returned, they would stay at a hotel, and yes, they needed to talk about her reincarnation.


    Those things couldn''t be discussed over phone or letter, only face to face.


    Yan Zhao did things by the book, intending to continue where they left off, taking her to a hotel to talk.


    Because the driver kept smiling, Chen Men had no choice but to get in the car.


    As the saying goes, clothes make the man as the saddle makes the horse. Normally a very ordinary man, if he were in his usual clothes and not wearing sunsses, Chen Men would certainly recognize him and immediately ask him to massage her feet.


    But because Yan Zhao wore sunsses and didn''t speak, Chen Men felt too embarrassed to say anything.


    The car drove toward the Third Ring Road, heading to the VIP Guest House today.


    Although public security had been improving, in 1990s Beijing, Mercedes, BMWs, and Mazda sports cars were sprouting up like bamboo shoots after rain. They would run red lights freely, treating the roads as their private property. Most drivers were young people who didn''t look impressive, but as soon as they mentioned their names, even the traffic police wouldn''t dare to check them and would immediately let them pass.


    Compared to them, the Red g car was an official vehicle, and with military tes, it drove steadily, like a snail.


    Chen Men thought Yan Zhao wanted to spend some private time with her tonight.


    But just as they arrived outside the VIP Guest House, they saw a group of police officers in olive green uniforms, including an elderly person in a wheelchair. Despite the cold winter, the elderly person wore a felt hat and a mask, dressed in manyyers.


    Chen Men didn''t recognize him, but she recognized Yan Dongxue who was pushing the wheelchair.


    So that must be Gu Xiao.


    This was Gu Xiao''s situation: after recovering at the 301 Hospital, he had moved to Hong Kong to live.


    Though he still held shares in hispany, the controlling power was currently in the hands of the shareholders.


    Afraid of death, he dared not return to Southeast Asia and could only stay in Hong Kong, hoping to regain control of hispany through external help. The Chinese police had discussed cooperation with him, offering their assistance, but he refused. Not only did he trust the Commonwealth police more than the Chinese police, but mainly because the Commonwealth could provide him with a powerful team ofwyers to fight his legal battles.


    However, a legal team meant exorbitantwyer fees. At this time, just before Hong Kong''s handover, property prices were soaring, andwyer fees had also skyrocketed to astronomical levels.


    Gu Xiao was running out of money, and with thewsuit showing no signs of progress, he finally swallowed his pride and turned to the Chinese police for help.


    So today was likely a meeting arranged between Gu Xiao and the Public Security Bureau, with Yan Zhao attending.


    Still alive but out of money, owning a gold mine yet forced into a second exile - Gu Xiao had it rough.


    Chen Men shouldn''t have been present at such an asion.


    Sure enough, when Yan Zhao saw someoneing to open the door for him, he said, "Go upstairs first, I''ll order food for you. There are things in the trunk - don''t take the luggage yet, just bring up the other items."


    This demonstrated the tacit understanding between husband and wife.


    Yan Zhao had apparently been called back to China early, before the official return date, so he couldn''t go home yet, and his luggage hadn''t been through final inspection by the Public Security Bureau. But Chen Men spotted a brand new buckwheat pillow in the trunk.


    At that moment, she nearly fainted.


    The day before Yan Zhao left, he had insisted that the old man''s pillow was worn out and needed recing. He took away Old Master''s pillow, causing Yan Peiheng to nearly turn the house upside down looking for it during his afternoon nap. As it turned out, the pillow was now on a bed at the August First Hotel.


    Seeing that pillow, Chen Men immediately knew that Yan Zhao was trying to make a breakthrough in the new world she had created. The drivers always had keen eyes, and throughout the journey, they eagerly offered to carry the pillow, repeatedly asking, "Does Captain Yan have a habit of only sleeping on buckwheat pillows?"


    "Yes, me too," Chen Men replied.


    "You two must have such a good rtionship, sharing the same pillow," the driver''s thought process was quite amusing.


    Chen Men went upstairs, and shortly after entering the room, food was delivered.


    Though she wasn''t at work, she needed to make several calls to the factory to arrange work matters. She ate while giving instructions, taking over an hour to finish her meal. After eating, she took a shower, anding out, she saw the buckwheat pillow lying on the bed, looking as if it might burst. She tried lying down on it.


    The pillow was too high, and the bed too soft - she was stretched like a fully drawn bow.


    Hotels these days had switched from keys to card ess, and the corridor carpet was so thick that you couldn''t hear any sounds.


    She only heard a beep from outside the door. Because the pillow was too high and under her bottom, Chen Men couldn''t manage a proper flip, and due to insufficient blood flow, her head was dizzy. Just as she tried to turn over, Yan Zhao''s head appeared above hers.


    He was looking at her, and she was looking at him.


    Reaching for his belt buckle, Yan Zhao seemed a bit flustered: "Should I... should I take a shower first?"


    After not seeing each other for over two years, he hadn''t expected his wife to be even more eager than him, with the pillow already ced under her bottom.


    With the arrow on the bowstring, should it be released?


    Maintaining herposure, Chen Men reached for Yan Zhao''s belt: "I don''t mind if you''re dirty,e quickly."


    Returning to China typically required a stopover in Hong Kong, with one flight on the hour and another dyed by eight hours. Everyone usually took this opportunity to tour Hong Kong for a while. Yan Zhao could have postponed the Gu Xiao matter for a day, but he rushed back because he knew there was a woman in this world who didn''t mind his darkness, his dirt, or his difficult personality. No matter when or what, she not only satisfied him.


    Moreover, what she gave him always exceeded his expectations!


    [The intimate scene is tastefully omitted]


    After being fully satisfied, the man was in bliss.


    "Little Wang ranked first in his final exams?" he asked.


    Chen Men made an affirmative sound. Children''s potential was limitless. Though Little Wang wasn''t particrly diligent in his studies and often crammed the night before exams, he now consistently outperformed Liu Jiaxuan, maintaining the top position in school.


    "That movie Yuanyuan filmed, something about ''A Chinese Odyssey,'' you probably haven''t seen it yet, have you? I''ve watched it. Yuanyuan only appeared for a moment," Yan Zhao frowned. "Movies these days aren''t good. Her songs are better though - people where we were all love listening to them."


    Yuanyuan still only filmed with the Xi''an Film Studio. The movie Yan Zhao mentioned was a coboration with Hong Kong superstars. Although it was a particrly ssic film shot in Ningxia, and Chen Men had personally apanied Yuanyuan there, what was originally several lines of dialogue had been edited down to just one shot.


    That movie hadn''t even been released in maind China yet.


    As for her folk songs, Chen Men had sent many to Yan Zhao.


    Yuanyuan was now the leading performer of Northern Shaanxi folk songs, and naturally sang well.


    Just as Chen Men was preparing to talk about Little Lang, she heard Yan Zhao say in a rather casual tone: "Zhou Xueqin and Lu Jingyu haven''t divorced, right? When I was in Southeast Asia, I made at least four or five calls to the capital''s police department on her behalf, asking them to help mediate and protect her. Because the loan sharks might have powerful backgrounds, and if she angered them, they might harm our children. She must have listened, right? Stayed married and paid back the loan shark money?"


    Everything had been going well in their conversation until then, but Chen Men suddenly felt unhappy.


    Yan Zhao and his colleagues used a temporarywork with unstable signals, making it difficult to make phone calls.


    The children were at crucial stages in their lives. For instance, regarding their school transfers, if Yan Zhao had been willing to make one call to the capital''s police, given his position, the children''s household registration could have been transferred to the capital. How could local college entrance exam admission scorespare with those in the capital?


    In two more years, even for someone of Yan Zhao''s status, household registration transfers to the capital would bepletely restricted.


    Of course, taking advantage of Yan Zhao''s position to gain capital household registration wasn''t honorable, and Chen Men only thought about it without intending to pursue such questionable methods.


    She also knew that Yan Zhao had no feelings for Zhou Xueqin, and his calls to help her were only for the sake of their two children, fearing that if Zhou Xueqin divorced, she woulde to harass the children.


    And she knew that if Zhou Xueqin lived an unhappy life, she would definitely do something like that.


    But she was still angry that Yan Zhao thought too highly of Zhou Xueqin.


    Where did he get the confidence to believe that Zhou Xueqin would give up her obsession with money, stay married, and repay the loan sharks?


    She couldn''t be bothered to respond to him.


    Yan Zhao rolled over and put the buckwheat pillow under his head.


    During his two years abroad, he had never feared his missions, quickly learned Southeast Asiannguages, and worked alongside international police. Chinese police capabilities and quality were now globally recognized.


    This was why someone as proud and aloof as Gu Xiao would humble himself to cooperate with Chinese police.


    Work prospects were excellent, and from now on, he would be responsible for investigation work at the Public Security Bureau, participating in various disorder management tasks across the national public security system.


    As long as the home front remained stable, everything would be fine.


    He should have gone to take a shower, but Yan Zhao didn''t want to yet.


    He continued to bask in his contentment.


    There was still one urgent matter he wanted to know about, concerning Lu Jingyu.


    While in Southeast Asia, Yan Zhao had visited Thand and met a famous fortune teller known throughout the Mysia-Thand-Singapore region. It was said that Gu Xiao had spent a lot of money trying to meet this person but couldn''t.


    Yan Zhao had met this person while conducting an investigation into transnational criminal organizations as part of his duties.


    Before this, Yan Zhao had never believed in superstition, but upon meeting, the fortune teller told him two things.


    First, that Yan Zhao was born with a Buddhist destiny and had a true Buddha statue at home.


    Second, that Yan Zhao''s fate had been altered. He and his current wife had met twice before, and because of those two encounters, the Buddha had brought them together. Otherwise, his destiny would have been to live and die alone.


    The Buddha was Su Wen, which resonated deeply with Yan Zhao.


    And with Men, thinking carefully, their first meeting wasn''t actually in Chen Family Vige.


    On the day when Chen Men married Yan Xishan and got their marriage certificate, Yan Zhao happened to be at home on his honeymoon leave. He didn''t know that Yan Xishan was marrying Chen Men, but he had encountered them in the vige. Since they couldn''t afford a wedding banquet, Yan Xishan took Men around the vige for a stroll, telling people they were having a "tourism wedding," something trendy people did.


    At that time, Yan Zhao was also newly married and only saw Men''s back.


    The second time he saw her was when Men had a fight with Yan Xishan. She was carrying a chestnut cake and her child, walking and crying. Yan Zhao followed behind her all the way to the bus station, only leaving after she got on the bus.


    However, he still hadn''t seen Chen Men''s face directly.


    Nevertheless, these could be counted as two encounters.


    In this vast world, many things cannot be exined by conventional logic.


    But at that moment, Yan Zhao suddenly realized that perhaps he and Chen Men weren''t meant to have a rtionship at all. The reason they did was likely his mother''s persistence, and Su Wen couldn''t bear to see him living in misery, so she guided Chen Men to him.


    Therefore, Yan Zhao deduced, feeling somewhat smug at this moment.


    With a smile on his face, the senior police officer said contentedly, "Let''s talk about our previous topic, Men. If you had been married to Lu Jingyu, would he be like he is now - staying in luxury hotels, running big businesses, appearing prosperous on the surface but actually being supported by high-interest loans?"


    He believed that in another possible life, Lu Jingyu had deceived Chen Men with superficial mour, living a seemingly luxurious life.


    It was this superficial mour that had attracted Zhou Xueqin, causing her to rush towards him like a moth to a me.


    Yan Zhao felt quite pleased and secretly proud, believing he was not only better than Yan Xishan but also no worse than Lu Jingyu.


    He believed he was the best choice for Chen Men.


    However, Chen Men disappointed Yan Zhao: "If it weren''t for Zhou Xueqin, Lu Jingyu would have remained the richest man in Xiping City for life."


    If it weren''t for Zhou Xueqin, Lu Jingyu could have maintained his wealth for life.


    Now, because of one debt, he would never be able to recover.


    Yan Zhao was stunned, his smile slowly fading.


    Still most concerned about his two sons, he asked, "Since Little Wang loves doing business so much, was he very wealthy?"


    "He was doing alright. Though he sold pirated films and small goods, he had some money. But Little Lang''s leukemia was very severe. The year I died, I was about 55, and Little Lang was still in the hospital. I never saw him, but I heard he was only alive because Little Wang kept paying his expensive medical bills," Chen Men said calmly.


    The senior police officer slowly turned around. The buckwheat pillow was too high, making him look down as he stared at his wife for a long time.


    That cruel truth was suddenly revealed just like that.


    "Lu Jingyu''s eldest son would have been especially good at business, and his daughter, with his financial support, would have held various concerts, appeared on TV, and be a very famous female singer," Chen Men added.


    Without saying it explicitly, he understood.


    Before fate was rewritten, his ex-wife had abandoned their sick child to raise future tycoons.


    And his children weren''t just less exceptional than he had imagined - they were everything he had hoped they wouldn''t be.


    This reality was a hundred times more cruel than what Yan Zhao could have imagined.


    This exined why Chen Men repeatedly took the children for medical check-ups, why she would worry endlessly and couldn''t sleep when a child got even a small bump on the head - because once he developed leukemia, he would be bedridden for life.


    This was why she constantly encouraged Little Wang to study hard - because otherwise, he would end up selling pirated films and doing small business deals, dropping out of school at a young age.


    Far from being like today, where he consistently ranked first in every assessment at Dongfang Middle School.


    He didn''t need his father''s connections to get Beijing household registration - Little Wang''s scores were good enough to stand out from Xiping City and earn that Beijing hukou on his own.


    Still smiling? Still feeling pleased?


    The pillow was too high and ufortable. Yan Zhao reached out to hold Chen Men''s hand.


    But Chen Men pulled away and said frankly, "Zhou Xueqin won''t change. Not only did she get divorced, but she also sessfully obtained Lu Jingyu''s property. She''s currently hiding in my milk powder factory, and today she even went to the shooting range to find Little Lang. You know her intentions better than I do."


    ...


    Patting Yan Zhao''s pillow, she added, "You handle this matter. If you don''t handle it well, I''ll throw away this worn-out pillow of yours."


    The dog of a man perked up his ears and widened his eyes at this moment.


    Good dog!


    ...


    Little Wang and Yuanyuan had agreed with the others to stay within the military district, just walking around and ying there.


    But going out for some barbecue should be fine.


    Little Wang had money, so of course he would treat everyone.


    Even in the cold winter with the north wind howling, as Chinese people, who doesn''t love some night market barbecue?


    So the barbecue restaurant was particrly crowded, with some people even arriving in BMWs and Ferraris. They were eating skewers and drinking beer - ice-cold beer, of course, as room temperature would be about minus fourteen or fifteen degrees in this weather.


    Little Wang and his brother didn''t dare to touch alcohol, only eating skewers.


    John had toured the Army Memorial Hall, and although he still didn''t want to believe the proportion and merit of the Communist army in the Anti-Japanese War, he didn''t dare say anything about it anymore.


    At this moment, he was debating another matter with Little Wang. He believed that China had no cultural heritage, no authors like Shakespeare, Hugo, or Gorky, and no cultural masterpieces like "Les Mis¨¦rables" or "Wuthering Heights."


    In fact, he imed there wasn''t a single work that could be called a timeless ssic. For instance, John could quote from "King Lear" or "Romeo and Juliet" at any time, but were there any Chinese literary works that people could readily quote from?


    He believed that although China had a long history, it was a cultural desert.


    Poor Little Wang, who had only focused on business since childhood and hadn''t read much, knew there were many famous works, but if you asked him to find one and pick out a quote, he really couldn''t do it. He didn''t want to let the younger ones speak, so he was scratching his head in frustration.


    Chinese people love those who are cultured, and the barbecue shop owner, watching these well-dressed children speaking so politely, couldn''t help but like them. Hearing them talk about Hugo and "Les Mis¨¦rables" and "The Hunchback of Notre-Dame," he genuinely thought they were good kids, so he grilled an extra portion of chicken gizzards and brought it over, saying, "Take your time eating. Our skewers are all clean, and we use good oil. After you''re full, go home and study hard."


    It seemed like a ordinary thing, but at the next table were four or five boys with several girls, who had arrived in BMW sports cars.


    They were all wearing gold chains and watches, their hair dyed in various colors, clearly looking like street-smart kids. They weren''t happy about this.


    One of them with yellow-dyed hair said, "Boss, why do you give them free skewers but not us? Do you know who my uncle is?"


    "Your uncle? I know everyone who does business in this area," the barbecue shop owner asked.


    The young man sneered, "You''ll be scared when I tell you - he''s Director Wang from the capital''s police bureau."


    A high official! The owner was frightened and quickly said, "My apologies, my apologies. How about I send you a te too?"


    What bad luck, running into officials'' children.


    Seeing the owner''s fear, these ''officials'' children'' started showing off. Another one said, "You should send me a te too. My uncle is a leader in the Public Security Department, and my grandfather is Commander Chao from the military district. Know him?"


    Oh my, this was terrifying!


    "Of course, of course, another teing," the owner felt truly unfortunate.


    Another one jumped in: "Send another te for me too, my grandfather works in the Military Commission."


    "Oh, and who might that be?" the owner asked.


    "Know Yan Peiheng? That''s my grandfather," this young man said brazenly.


    Little Wang and Little Lang exchanged nces - who was this nobody?


    Since when did Yan Peiheng have another grandson that they didn''t know about?


    This kid''s boasting became more and more outrageous, goingpletely over the top: "Know Yan Zhao? The captain of the International Peacekeeping Police? That''s my uncle, my real uncle."


    Little Wang couldn''t stand it anymore and turned around to ask, "Brothers, what are your respected names? Hearing about your connections, you must not just walk sideways in the capital, you must be able to fly in the sky. I really admire you all, let''s get to know each other and be friends?"


    Commander Chao and Yan Peiheng were old friends, and while Little Wang hadn''t met their grandchildren, Yan Peiheng would certainly know them.


    As for Yan Peiheng''s grandchildren, who else could they be besides Little Wang and Little Lang?


    "Who the hell is this guy, bragging about himself like that?"Aliali: 6754d302bd5e46c308a67379


    John, confused about the situation, asked Little Lang, "Is this another brother? Why don''t I know him?"


    Little Lang exined to him, "This is like the story of fake Li Gui meeting the real Li Kui. It''s from the ssic novel ''Water Margin.''"


    The young privileged kids were quite hospitable, waving Little Wang over: "Want to get to know us? Sure, bring your table over, let''s eat together."


    Little Wang swiveled around, carrying his te of chicken gizzards, and really did move to the next table.


    Little Lang added, "Looks like we''re following another ''Water Margin'' tradition - friendship through fighting."


    Yuanyuan interjected, "No, no, this is more like ''Guan Yu meeting Lu Su'' - the famous single sword meeting from ''Romance of the Three Kingdoms.''"


    John asked, "What are you all talking about? I don''t understand."


    "These are ssics, our Chinese ssics," Little Lang asked. "Have you read ''Romance of the Three Kingdoms''? ''Water Margin''? Have you heard of ''Dream of the Red Chamber''?"


    John shook his head, "They''re not internationally recognized ssics. They don''t appear in Western rankings of great literature."


    "Our culture is for us to appreciate," Little Lang replied calmly. "We don''t need Western validation."

 Chapter 147

    The young man who imed to be the grandson of Commander Chao introduced himself, but he didn''t actually bear the surname Chao; instead, he was surnamed Hu, named Hu Haihe. The one who imed to be the grandson of Yan Peiheng was a plump, fair-skinned little fellow.


    Little Wang didn''t recognize him, but the moment Little Wang saw him, he recognized him¡ªit was Little Yan Ha!


    He introduced himself as Feng Ha, which should be his surname restored to his biological father''s.


    Logically, they should have known each other, but now Little Wang had grown taller, nearly reaching 1.8 meters, and his facial features had changed significantly. Moreover, Little Lang was as dark as charcoal, so they couldn''t recognize him.


    However, Little Lang and Yuanyuan recognized Yan Ha immediately.


    Afraid that he would recognize them, Yuanyuan pulled her hat down.


    John pointed to a BMW parked right outside the door and said, "That car is what those kids drove here. You know, your country''s leaders were once bandits, and now, their grandchildren drink and drive even before they''re adults. This is because bandits govern the country."


    John was a good kid, polite and well-mannered, but why did he have to speak such nonsense?


    Without a word, Little Lang rolled up his sleeves, but fortunately, Yuanyuan stopped him: "Don''t be rash, let me handle it."


    She quickly exined, "Those are just fakes. The one who imed to be my grandfather''s grandson is a fraud."


    John wouldn''t believe it, confidently saying, "I don''t believe it. Look, Yan Wangqi is already getting along well with them. In a sense, Yan Wangqi is also a second-generation official of the Chinese government,monly known as a high-ranking cadre''s child. They are recognizing rtives and forming alliances."


    Yuanyuan said, "This is called ''casting a long line to catch a big fish,ting them all at once.'' John, you may not understand, but it''s best not to spout nonsense."


    "And what is this from?" John asked.


    Little Lang replied, "It''s from our own ''Aesop''s Fables.'' You wouldn''t understand."


    John waspletely baffled. Why couldn''t he understand anything Little Lang and Yuanyuan were saying?


    At the next table, Little Wang was getting along famously with a group of high-ranking cadre''s children. They were all ttering him, saying Feng Ha''s belly was full of schemes, that Hu Haihe''s forehead was glowing, indicating he was about to get rich, and that another skinny one had the aura of a big brother. With just a few words, Little Wang had themughing and considering him a confidant.


    Of course, they also boasted a bit. The skinny one said his uncle was the director of the Public Security Bureau, and if they needed anything, just call him. In the capital, even a death row inmate could be pulled out of the prison.


    Another said his dad was the chief of the Public Security Management Office, and if they got into a fight, don''t worry, even if they identally killed someone, his dad could handle it as the other party''s fault.


    This was truly impressive. Little Wang sped his hands, eximing in admiration, and acknowledged them all as brothers.


    Hu Haihe put his arm around Little Wang''s shoulder and said, "Buddy, introduce yourself. What''s your name? I''m d to meet you. Let''s go sing tonight."


    Little Wang introduced himself, "I''m surnamed Chen, called Chen Dashuai. Today''s not good, let''s do it the day after tomorrow. We''ll make a date to go singing, and I''ll treat, to get to know you all, the big shots, and have a good time."


    "The mortal world is rolling, love is deep, parting is inevitable, stay half awake and half dreaming, at least in the dream you are by my side." Hu Haihe started singing, "Where should we meet?"


    "Let''s go somewhere awesome, like the VIP Building, what do you think?" Little Wang added, "Everyone has toe, or it''s not giving me face."


    Feng Ha felt Little Wang looked a bit familiar, but Little Wang had changed too much, so he couldn''t recognize him.


    At that moment, the skinny one pped the table and said, "The karaoke hall at the VIP Building costs at least a thousand yuan a night, Chen Dashuai, can you afford it?"


    Little Wang pulled out his wallet from his back pocket, counted out a thousand yuan, and pped it on the table: "Isn''t this money?"


    Although he wasn''t doing small business anymore, Chen Men had given him sixty thousand yuan, and he had invested fifty thousand, keeping the rest to invest in stocks. Little Wang had never lost money in stocks, and with his mathematical talents, he had made quite a bit. He had at least twenty thousand yuan on hand now.


    This thousand yuan was just a drop in the bucket.


    Instantly, the smiles of the high-ranking cadre''s children froze on their faces. After a long while, the skinny one said, "Real people don''t show their faces, Chen Dashuai, I didn''t expect you to be a nouveau riche, a rich man."


    Kids like Hu Haihe and Feng Ha were using their parents'' money, boasting a lot but not having much on hand. pping down a thousand yuan at once, Little Wang immediately stunned the whole ce.


    "Let''s meet, we must meet." Feng Ha shouted.


    Of course, they had to toast Little Wang.


    Because Little Wang was refusing to drink, Hu Haihe suddenly pped a girl: "Hurry up, toast him. My buddy doesn''t drink, so you have to toast him. Are your eyes blind? Why aren''t you toasting?"


    The girl was only fifteen or sixteen, and after being pped, she didn''t resist, just lifted her cup and said, "Brother, drink my cup."


    Little Wang held his beer cup, feeling sorry for the girl, and exined, "I''m allergic, I can''t drink." If he dared to drink, Yuanyuan would tattle, and his dad woulde back and beat him.


    The skinny one kicked another girl: "You all toast together. If you''re going to be someone''s mistress, you should have some sense."


    Several girls, also only fifteen or sixteen, were kicked and hit at the table. Little Wang''s face turned pale. If these really were high-ranking cadre''s children, the country would be doomed.


    All the girls stood up, raised their cups, and said, "Brother, drink a cup."


    Little Wang looked at the cup in front of him, suddenly turned back, and signaled to Little Lang with his eyes, waving his hand: "Let''s skip the beer, how about white wine? If we''re going to drink, let''s go for white."


    Feng Ha was very good at stirring up trouble, immediately saying, "Chen Dashuai is awesome, drinking ''Ninshan Erguotou'' straight from the bottle, if you don''t drink it, you''re not a good buddy."


    The boss didn''t want to give the wine, but Feng Ha grabbed two bottles from the counter, opened them, and handed them to Little Wang.


    In such a situation, John felt that Yuanyuan and Little Lang were just quibbling.


    Little Wang''s true purpose was to make friends with the other side.


    Little Lang had left the table at some point.


    John said to Yuanyuan, "You should know, we each have a 10% stake in the milk powder factory. My mom said our shares, before wee of age, will be managed by your mother. She also said this is the best choice because your mother is the best at understanding certain Chinese unspoken rules, and she will definitely make money in China. Yan Shengnan, I think Yan Wangqi is even more capable than your mom, more adept at navigating the privileged society of China. Because his essence is also like that, but you know, I despise such people. I''m more ustomed to Western fairness and justice."


    "Shut your stinking mouth, look at what my brother is doing." Yuanyuan pointed outside.


    The barbecue grill was outside. Little Lang went out, grabbed two pieces of charcoal with his bare hands, came back in, and quietly ced them under Hu Haihe''s trouser leg, then returned as if nothing had happened.


    Yuanyuan grabbed his big, ck, pad-like hand, saw the calluses but no burn marks from the charcoal, and immediately wiped it with a tissue, blowing on it and gently patting it.


    At that moment, on the next table, Hu Haihe''s cotton pants caught fire. A girl saw smokeing from him and screamed, "It''s on fire!"


    In the middle of winter, if it caught fire, it would be disastrous. Little Wang immediately shouted, "It''s on fire, put it out quickly."


    He poured an entire bottle of Erguotou on Hu Haihe, and with the alcohol, the fire red up.


    From the trouser leg to the crotch, it was just a moment, and the thick cotton pants caught fire.


    They couldn''t find water, so they poured beer on Hu Haihe, and Little Wang even shouted, "Everyone, step on it, step on it." Saying that, he stepped on Hu Haihe.


    You step, I step, everyone stepped on Hu Haihe''s crotch, quite a lively scene.


    They could have yed more, but the owner of the barbecue shop was too fierce. She brought out a big basin of cold water and poured it over Hu Haihe''s head, extinguishing the fire in one go.


    Now, would Hu Haihe still eat barbecue? Of course not; he was still shouting about smashing the barbecue shop.


    Fortunately, Feng Ha, like his father, was a cheerful person, quickly urging Hu Haihe to leave.


    This ce was inauspicious and eerie, so they decided not to stay.


    And Little Wang, still everyone''s good buddy, personally helped Hu Haihe up, smiling and saying, "You all muste to the VIP Building the day after tomorrow, Hu Ge. Our brotherhood ignited in a fire, proving that our friendship can withstand the test of mes."


    Is there such a saying?


    Hu Haihe was quite happy, staggering to his feet and making a V sign with his hand: "You must have a girl too, I''ll find one for you at school, guaranteed to be very pretty, and a virgin, to drink with you then."


    After such an incident, five boys, five girls, and a BMW car, they all squeezed into one car like sardines in a can and left.


    And the one driving was Feng Ha, who waspletely drunk, just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old kid. Little Wang remembered that Yan Wei once put him on his shoulders and bought him an electronic watch, treating him so well. How did he be like this today?


    He smiled throughout, sending this group of hooligans away before returning to continue eating skewers.


    John waspletely confused now. Clearly, it was Little Lang who started the fire, and Little Wang almost killed someone, but after fighting, they were still friends and nned to sing together. What was going on?


    Unlike Jim, who immediately submitted to Little Wang, John was a year older and had discussed gics and DNA with Little Wang, so he saw himself as Little Wang''s life mentor.


    But now he was too curious.


    He was indignant about those high-ranking officials'' children and couldn''t understand what Little Wang was up to.


    To this question, Little Wang said, "We have a book in China called ''Master of the Ghost Valley.'' I suggest you read it more; otherwise, you''ll continue to be confused. And they are not high-ranking officials'' children at all; they are just a bunch of impostors. Wait until tomorrow night when I arrange a big family reunion for them."


    Tomorrow, Yan Zhao would be back.


    And after a press conference during the day, leaders from the military region and the Ministry of Public Security would all dine at the VIP Building Hotel in the evening, holding a family meeting.


    Little Wang had long known about this schedule, and his brothers would also be there.


    Whether they were genuine or impostors, even Yan Peiheng''s plump grandson would be surprised to see them.


    And Chao Commander''s, Wang Director''s, and the Chief of the Public Security Brigade''s, let''s have a big family reunion and see if they recognize each other.


    Family reunions are not scary; it''s the recognition that''s embarrassing.


    Yuanyuan and Little Lang understood this, but they just wouldn''t exin it to John, driving him crazy!


    ...


    As for Chen Men, that night, the two of course stayed in the hotel.


    Normally, a long separation makes for a passionate reunion, at least two rounds.


    But Chen Men only satisfied Yan Zhao in the first half, abruptly stopping in the second half.


    Half-hungry is more painful than always hungry, especially since a gun unused for a long time, Yan Zhao''s first half ended a bit hastily, without a second half, it was hard to save face.


    But he had nothing to say, after all, Chen Men was angry for the sake of his children.


    If he really couldn''t handle Zhou Xueqin''s matter, that straw pillow would probably never be used again.


    Because the main force of the UN peacekeeping police would return on the 3rd night, Yan Zhao had a whole day on the 3rd to spend with his wife.


    Today, he had to personally go and find Zhou Xueqin.


    See what was going on with her.


    So Yan Zhao had nned to go with Chen Men to Food Factory 81 today.


    But as soon as he opened the door in the morning, he saw Yan Dongxue pushing Gu Xiao''s wheelchair in the corridor.


    ...


    Gu Xiao was like this.


    Not only had the shareholders forced him out of Singapore, but since his departure, they had started quietly smuggling toxic waste into China. ording to thepany''s financial report, they had made $3 million more this year thanst.


    But that wasn''t conscience money, it was dirty money, smuggling toxic waste into China.


    Medical waste carries various unknown viruses, chemical waste has radiation, stic waste pollutes thend, and the huge profits of this would make businessmen flock to it. It was the opium of the new era, the shareholders were the former foreign devils, using toxic waste to open the door to China, just like the Westerners used opium to open the door to the Qing Dynasty.


    It would be a new opium disaster.


    And the initiator, when traced back, was still Gu Xiao.


    Gu Xiao had stayed in 301 Hospital for half a year, and when he was discharged, the Ministry of Public Security of China had approached him, expressing their stance, willing to cooperate with him, help him negotiate with the South Seas government, and help him return to the South Seas.


    But there was a condition: they hoped that after his return, he would deposit thepany''s cash flow into a Chinese bank.


    Gu Xiao refused, as a once-exiled dissident, he was unwilling to cooperate with the Chinese government.


    He went to Hong Kong, choosing to cooperate with the British Commonwealth government and Britishw firms.


    In essence, as a once-exiled dissident, even though he knew the Chinese police were indeed very capable, Gu Xiao preferred to believe that the British Commonwealth police were stronger. And as a Chinese-born overseas,pared to maind China and Hong Kong, he preferred to live in Hong Kong, so he moved to Hong Kong at the time, seeking the protection of the British Commonwealth government, and hiringwyers to sue for the right to his wealth.


    The British side was of course happy to cooperate, after all, the cash reserves of the international wastepany were all in dors.


    Once the British side helped him, in the future, he would certainly deposit that money in a bank under the British side, which would be a strong foreign exchange reserve.


    Logically speaking, this matter should not be difficult to handle, and the British Commonwealth was also doing its best.


    But the big situation did not allow it, it was 1995 now, and Hong Kong would return to China in 1997.


    Gu Xiao cooperated with the British Commonwealth, waiting for a year, not only did he not see any news, but the British side, which had repeatedly promised to help him, was about to withdraw from Hong Kong and could not protect itself, let alone help Gu Xiao.


    Now, the shareholders of the South Seas were already transporting toxic waste into China.


    Due to the overall situation, Gu Xiao had to bow his head and seek cooperation with the Chinese police.


    This was another time when he had to lower his voice after failing topete.


    And this time, after eating a loss with the British side, he came back to negotiate, feeling himself to be at a disadvantage, so beforeing, he had contacted the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office, saying that not only would he deposit thepany''s cash flow into a Chinese bank, but he would also seriously discuss a matter with the Charity Federation, which was the distribution n for his estate after his death.


    After his death, he would donate all his assets to the Chinese Charity Federation, establishing a fund, and the specific usage n would of course be discussed in detailter.


    But for now, he had made a stance.


    As long as the Chinese side could help him regain control, all his assets, after his death, would be donated back to China.


    Given such conditions, the Chinese side was of course very enthusiastic, giving him a reception with sufficient specifications.


    It was for this reason that Yan Zhao was urgently called back, andst night, they had discussed these matters.


    Normally, they should continue to talk today.


    But Yan Zhao said, "Professor Gu, we don''t have time to talk today; I need to apany my wife."


    Gu Xiao, sitting in a wheelchair, had to look up to talk to Yan Zhao: "International Waste Company has hundreds of millions in cash flow, and it''s all in dors, which will be a huge foreign exchange reserve for your country''s banks. Yan Zhao, the leaders of the Ministry of Public Security have talked to you, and you need to take this matter seriously."


    "I will take it seriously, but today I must apany my wife; we have private matters to handle," Yan Zhao said.


    Gu Xiao sped his hands together and then let go, this was how he expressed his anger: "You should know that the leaders of the Ministry of Public Security let you return a day earlier tomunicate with me about this matter. Are you trying to make me call your superiors and ask them to rece you with someone else?"


    "Rece whoever you want. But today I must apany my wife; I''m going to the dairy factory with her," Yan Zhao said again.


    Recing someone was a joke.


    Yan Zhao was the one most familiar with Gu Xiao and hispany; who else could rece him?


    Chen Men was still in her room. Yesterday''s underwear and panties, which Yan Zhao had washed for her, were hanging from the air conditioner, still damp. She hadn''t gotten out of bed yet, and with the door half-open, she felt too shy to go get her clothes.


    However, she was puzzled. Yan Zhao treated his work as if it were his life.


    Yet, to stay with her, he was willing to turn down a work meeting with Gu Xiao?


    The reserve of US dors, to be stored in banks in China, would be a great benefit to the country.


    What caused this sudden change in him?


    And when it came to the milk powder factory, Gu Xiao couldn''t help but say, "To be frank, milk powder, at present, is the most foolish business in China. Investing in it is impossible to make a profit. What Chen Men is doing is a failed investment."


    Food Factory 81, still remained something Gu Xiao looked down upon and believed would never be profitable.


    This time, Chen Men couldn''t hold back and raised her voice, saying, "Professor Gu, I don''t think so. And I believe that within two years, my milk powder will be profitable. If I win, let''s make a bet. Are you willing?"


    One inside the door, one outside.


    Gu Xiao seemed to be a man who liked to gamble. He looked at the half-open door, thought for a moment, and then said, "Alright, let''s bet. If you win, Chen Men, I''ll return the shares of 271 to you. But if you lose, Chen Men, you have to give me something."


    "Okay," Chen Men said with a smile, "I know what you want. I also want to give it to you. But I bet you will lose."


    She knew what Gu Xiao wanted and that he really wanted it.


    She didn''t want Gu Xiao''s shares. She just didn''t like Gu Xiao''s attitude towards the Chinese people. After all, they were hispatriots, and in theory, they should be on the same side.


    But just like in life, there are people who think nothing of their own home, always envying others, believing that others live better and are better people.


    This bet, Chen Men simply wanted to knock some sense into Gu Xiao''s stubbornness.


    Because she was confident that she could make the milk powder business work.


    Since Yan Zhao insisted on not going to discuss work, Chen Men was happy to let him stay with her for a while, mainly to visit her brand-new milk powder factory and let Gu Xiao return to his room.


    They took the Hongqi car assigned by the Ministry of Public Security for Yan Zhao to the milk powder factory. From the outside, it had already beenpletely transformed. The exterior brick walls were demolished and reced with white iron railings, allowing a clear view inside.


    In the capital, wherend is precious, arge advertisement board greeted them at the entrance. It featured a pair of twins, selected by Xue Mingfang from across the country, grinning as they drank milk powder.


    The office building was still the old one, but the exterior waspletely covered with white marble, giving it a fresh look.


    After passing the office building, they arrived at the R&D center, and behind it was therge production workshop.


    As the car passed by, a group of young girls were chatting and walking towards the R&D center.


    "Isn''t this a military factory? Are they also retired girls?" Yan Zhao asked.


    Chen Men exined, "They are girls from all over the country that I recruited, majoring in nursing. They are currently being trained in nutrition. In the future, they will go torge supermarkets across the country to work as salespeople."


    Yan Zhao didn''t understand sales and had always thought that sales required drinking, so he said, "It might not be suitable for these young girls to go out drinking, right?"


    "Milk powder sales have nothing to do with alcohol. They will be in malls and supermarkets, interacting with parents of infants. They are learning nutrition to exin infant dietary needs, nutritionalbinations, and the proper use and feeding of milk powder." Chen Men said with a smile.


    Yan Zhao frowned, "Why do terminal sales need to learn nutrition and nursing?"


    "Because milk powder sales and clothing arepletely different industries. Professional nurses must directlymunicate with consumers. Currently, I n to send about 200 salespeople across the country. They understand nutrition, medical care, and sales techniques. They will directlymunicate with consumers. We will also advertise on TV, build brand image, and use abination of brand effect, on-site promotion, and some soft advertising to push our products. Our milk powder is priced high, but as long as the promotion is done right and the science is well-exined, it will sell." Chen Men exined.


    Yan Zhao didn''t understand these things but just nodded.


    He also subconsciously felt that if professional nursing staff exined milk powder knowledge and nutritional science to him, he would be willing to choose more expensive milk powder because children are the most important thing in people''s lives.


    What peopleck now is not milk powder, but how to distinguish good from bad milk powder and understand its nutrition and efficacy.


    Regarding the sales work of the milk powder factory, Yan Zhao had been worried for a long time while abroad, wondering if Yan Xishan could manage the milk powder factory. If he couldn''t, Chen Men would lose money. But if he could, Yan Zhao was afraid that Yan Xishan would be too powerful and start ying tricks like Hu Xiaohua,peting with Men.


    These things were just thinking about them made people feel annoyed.


    Because business is not like a case, once the task is done, you solve it and catch the person.


    But today, he suddenly realized that whether it was Hu Xiaohua or Yan Xishan, or these young girls, for Chen Men, they were all progress.


    In the business world, Chen Men was always progressing, and she was progressing ahead of the market.


    Gu Xiao was probably going to lose again because of this new brand-plus-science sales method.


    Yan Zhao had never heard of it. In the sales market, it could be another revolution.


    Whether it was Hu Xiaohua or Yan Xishan, they couldn''t hold Chen Men back because she was constantly innovating her sales methods. She would use many people and was always cultivating backup forces, which made her able to quickly find recements for anyone.


    Standing at the entrance of the workshop, Yan Zhao crossed his arms and suddenly understood a truth, saying, "Chen Men, I don''t approve of Lu Jingyu''s character, but if Lu Jingyu can be the richest man for a lifetime, there''s only one possibility, and that''s because he married you."


    Yan Zhao realized that without Chen Men, Lu Jingyu couldn''t be the richest man.


    He initially thought so, and now he was even more convinced.


    Chen Men smiled but didn''t respond to the man.


    "What about me? If I hadn''t married you, where would I be, what would I be doing?" Yan Zhao bluntly asked.


    Chen Men said, "You would have married a gentle and virtuous wife..."


    "Impossible, Chen Men. Without you, I wouldn''t marry anyone," Yan Zhao said sinctly.


    After giving his most sincere feelings to his first marriage, he had already been disappointed in marriage and didn''t think he deserved another one. If it weren''t for her being Chen Men, even if Zhou Xueqin forced him, Yan Zhao wouldn''t have gone to Chen''s vige.


    When he went, he knew she was Yan Xishan''s ex-wife, knew she had only eaten a bowl of fried noodles on her wedding day, and knew she had once carried a piece of cake, crying, and walked back to her mother''s house.


    So on her birthday, Yan Zhao bought her a chestnut cake.


    Because that cake left a particrly deep impression on him.


    Without Chen Men, Yan Zhao wouldn''t have married again.


    No matter how persuasive Chen Men was, Yan Zhao firmly believed in this.


    They first went to the personnel department, checked around, and found Zhou Xueqin''s photo left in the personnel department, and her file. But when Chen Men found the workshop director, she found that Zhou Xueqin wasn''t there, having taken sick leave.


    Of course, she hadn''t dealt with Little Lang yet, and Yan Zhao had returned.


    At this time, without the child ying the family card, would Yan Zhao help her?


    Of course not, so she was hiding again, thinking of a new n.


    Fake invoices, fake addresses, fake names, as long as Zhou Xueqin wasn''t in the workshop, in such a big city, it would be hard to find her, and even if she was found, Yan Zhao couldn''t force her to repay the money.


    Chen Men was just being a little willful, after all, Gu Xiao''s matter was more important.


    So she said, "You don''t have to apany me to work anymore. Go back and talk to Gu Xiao about work; work is more important."


    ¡°Gu Xiao''s matter? Don''t rush, let''s leave him hanging for now,¡± Yan Zhao said, ¡°Today, I must apany you to work.¡±


    ¡°So impressive, when did I be so important in your heart?¡± Chen Men was astonished.


    Yan Zhao blushed but didn''t speak.


    Regarding Gu Xiao''s matter, although he originally didn''t want to cooperate with the Chinese public security, the Ministry of Public Security has always treated it as a major case, assigning the task to Yan Zhao and his team to gather evidence.


    Dumping toxic waste into China involves not only shareholders from Singapore but also a few people within China who are driven by greed and operate under the guise of bioengineeringpanies along the coast, quietly epting toxic waste. They not only receive toxic waste but also act as human traffickers, sendingborers to Mysia, Singapore, and Thand. Additionally, they engage in usury and various forms of international smuggling.


    Engaging in such illegal businesses naturally yields substantial profits, a surefire way to make a fortune.


    As the country prospers, all sorts of people emerge, both good and bad.


    Of course, there are also some officials who collude with them, engaging in corrupt practices for personal gain.


    This time, Yan Zhao''s return is to take over the work of the Ministry of Public Security''s investigation team, specifically to handle this matter.


    Several ports, the gates of the nation, if someone were to quietly smuggle in some waste without the nation''s knowledge, it might only be exposed yearster. But since Yan Zhao has long been aware, he naturally keeps a close eye on it.


    Taking advantage of his convenience in conducting official duties abroad, he also collects intelligence on both sides.


    He has already identified the criminals.


    And tomorrow''s banquet, during the meeting, Yan Zhao will report this matter to the leaders.


    Gu Xiao has arge sum of foreign exchange, and the country is currently in dire need of foreign exchange. If he is willing to deposit it in a Chinese bank, the sooner the better.


    Therefore, the leaders at the ministry are also very concerned about this matter, even treating Gu Xiao as a distinguished guest.


    But Yan Zhao is quite indignant about this; he wants to leave Gu Xiao hanging.


    At least to make Gu Xiao, who has been on the wrong path for a year, anxious, so that he can take the Chinese public security seriously.


    And today, his only task is to apany Chen Men to work.


    Unfortunately, although Yan Zhao, the chief public security officer, has time, Chen Men, the factory director, does not. From the moment she entered the factory, she had to attend meetings, visit workshops, assign tasks, and was busy from morning till night.


    Yan Zhao has been away for two years and is still under the shadow of Zhou Xueqin''s looming threat.


    Tonight, in theory, he and Chen Men could still stay another night at the hotel, but for the sake of the buckwheat pillows, he has to perform well.


    Taking the initiative, he cleaned up Chen Men''s office, made tea, and organized books and documents.


    However, Chen Men also assigned Yan Zhao a task, asking him to go to Yan Peiheng''s unit and deliver a message, saying that the small nket is in her possession, so Yan Peiheng shouldn''t ask Yan Wei''s couple for it.


    The small nket, Yan Zhao knows, is the one left by Su Wen.


    But once, Yan Peiheng gave it to Yan Wei. How did it end up in Chen Men''s hands?


    Before Yan Zhao could ask further, Chen Men, busy, had already left.


    Delivering a message to his father doesn''t require a visit to his father''s unit; a phone call would suffice. And there''s a phone on Chen Men''s desk. So, Yan Zhao was about to make the call when, coincidentally, Qi Songlu brought Bei Bei to the factory to pick up some milk powder, and they ran into each other.


    ¡°Yan Chief, you''re back! Why didn''t you go home?¡± Qi Songlu asked.


    Yan Zhao''s gaze fell on the little girl in Qi Songlu''s arms: ¡°This is Bei Bei, she''s grown so much.¡±


    The little girl, looking a lot like Yuanyuan, had a chubby face due to good nutrition.


    When Yan Zhao left, she had just been born; now she could talk. Seeing Yan Zhao, she was scared by his dark skin and cried, curling up in her mother''s arms: ¡°Mommy, the uncle is ck.¡±


    Thus, after the ck dad and ck father, Yan Zhao has now been promoted to ck uncle.


    ¡°Go home, I''ll cook at noon, the kids are all there, don''t you miss them?¡± Qi Songlu said again.


    Yan Zhao briefly replied, ¡°Busy.¡± Pausing, he added, ¡°I want to spend two days alone with Men.¡±


    His ears turned red again as he spoke.


    Qi Songlu, being an experienced person, understood, but she didn''t know that Yan Zhao could afford a room at the VIP building, so she quickly said, ¡°By the way, our dad gave the small red building to Yuanyuan, and for the inheritance distribution, he asked Chen Boss to buy us a house. It''s a second-hand one, already renovated, why don''t you two stay there for a few days?¡±


    ¡°Dad asked Men to buy you a house, because of the inheritance distribution?¡± Yan Zhao was taken aback.


    ¡°Yes, I don''t mind, but Yan Wei has been quite unhappy. Given our rtionship, I''ll be honest with you, he always felt that the old man was a bit biased towards you in the inheritance distribution, so he''s been in a bad mood for the past two years, and we haven''t been to the capital. But, Dad gave the small red building to Yuanyuan, and it was agreed that Chen Boss would buy us a 60-square-meter house aspensation. Chen Boss bought us a 90-square-meter one, in the third ring road. Yan Chief, you have to be good to Chen Boss, as a daughter-inw, honestly, she''s much more open-minded than me.¡± Qi Songlu said.


    ¡°Where''s the nket our dad gave?¡± Yan Zhao asked Qi Songlu again.


    ¡°You mean that old nket, right? Yan Wei didn''t want it, so Chen Boss kept it,¡± Qi Songlu said.


    Yan Zhao turned and left.


    Qi Songlu thought this man must be crazy, talking halfway and then just walking away?


    Fortunately, as soon as Yan Zhao left, Bei Bei stopped crying.


    Qi Songlu had already gotten the milk powder and was busy making milk for her child, so she left too.


    ¡­


    Yan Zhao walked very quickly, and it was only now that he understood why Chen Men had specifically instructed him.


    To tell his dad about the matter of the small nket.


    There are many things in this world that are difficult to put into words.


    Yan Peiheng gave Yuanyuan his most cherished small red building, of course, because of Yan Xing and Su Wen, because it was the ce he once wanted to live with Su Wen, and he wanted to give his most beloved child, that part of the inheritance.


    As for the top position, that was Yan Peiheng''s only inheritance.


    But he''s only sixty years old, how could he possibly distribute the inheritance so early?


    So, he never mentioned the inheritance.


    But he loves his daughter, Yan Wei had a daughter, and he was very happy. And he had once given the small red building to Yuanyuan, before Bei Bei was born, and that nket was as precious as the small red building, so when Bei Bei was born, he gave it to her.


    In the past few days, Gu Xiao was preparing to discuss with the charity association about his inheritance and setting up a fund.


    In fact, as early as when he was still in the hospital at 301, Yan Peiheng had seen through Gu Xiao''s intentions. Returning to his roots, while alive, he could do business all over the world, dislike his own country, and even when in trouble, seek help from other countries. But if he were to die, he would surely return to his roots, and his property would definitely be donated to his homnd.


    Because this is his own country.


    Even though he once deeply loved the South Seas, he would never allow South Sea people to dump waste on his homnd.


    That is the persistence of a Chinese son, and his final bottom line.


    Now, it is Gu Xiao''s first return to the country after two and a half years.


    Tomorrow, he and Yan Peiheng will meet.


    It is also tomorrow that Gu Xiao will discuss with the leaders the establishment of a fund at the charity association.


    And that nket, after meeting Gu Xiao and confirming his intentions, Yan Peiheng should tell Yan Wei to give it to Gu Xiao.


    Two years ago, he didn''t say it because Gu Xiao was still ill at the time and hadn''t mentioned donating his property to the country.


    For Yan Peiheng, he hopes that his children can understand him, understand his intentions. He gave Yan Wei the opportunity to reconcile with Gu Xiao, showing his favor towards Yan Wei, and he always hopes that his sons can understand him and keep up with his pace.


    But Yan Wei doesn''t understand, doesn''t get it, so he gets angry and makes a fuss.


    And Chen Men, knowing that Yan Wei couldn''t understand, simply took the nket and gave the house.


    Yan Peiheng is, you have to guess my intentions, understand my thoughts, to understand and cooperate with me.


    While in Chen Men''s case, you want something, I''ll give it to you.


    In fact, this is the best way to handle it.


    Yan Wei doesn''t know the value of the nket; all he needs is a house.


    Otherwise, he wouldn''t go to the capital, wouldn''t let Old Master Yan see his grandchildren for two years, and wouldin about it. Suchints, when heard by Yan Peiheng, would only make him furious, because until now, Gu Xiao is only just bringing up the topic of inheritance. Before this, everything was just Yan Peiheng''s own assumptions.


    He had high hopes for Gu Xiao, but he couldn''t explicitly say anything.


    At home, there would be another uproar.


    Now, if Yan Zhao were to call Yan Peiheng and tell him that the nket is in Chen Men''s possession,


    Yan Peiheng wouldn''t ask Yan Wei for the nket anymore.


    And Yan Wei and his wife would be delighted to have the house, happily allowing Yan Peiheng to see his granddaughter.


    The nearly disastrous family affair would thus be resolved.


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    Yan Zhao quickly descended the stairs and headed towards the production workshop.


    Chen Men had juste out of the workshop, wearing a thick white gown and arge mask.


    As she walked, she was talking to a group of female colleagues.


    Yan Zhao met Chen Men at the door, staring intently at her.


    This woman, she had given Yan Wei what he wanted.


    She had also made a bet with Gu Xiao using what he most desired, and the stake of that bet was that small nket. But with Chen Men''s milk powder factory doing so well, making money was a sure thing, so Gu Xiao would undoubtedly lose.


    It remains to be seen how Gu Xiao will take the nket from Chen Men in the future.


    And this woman, this woman who always uses cute little tricks that make peopleugh and cry, is Yan Zhao''s beloved, his wife.


    He suddenly smiled, and the group of female colleagues around Chen Men were all startled.


    Two of the women, seeing this stern, ferocious man smile, were so frightened that they almost fell to the ground.

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    Back in the office, Yan Zhao called Yan Peiheng to inform him that Chen Men had the nket, telling him not to ask Yan Wei and his wife about it.


    Yan Peiheng was stunned for quite a while before saying, "I can''t believe Yan Wei didn''t take the nket. That was your mother''s most precious possession. How dare he not ept it? He never even took care of your mother for a single day. What right does he have to refuse?"


    The old man was particrly angry: "I''m going to call him right now." He was ready for a confrontation.


    "Second brother hasn''t been back to the capital for two years. If you question him about this, he might never want to see you again. But go ahead if you want to ask," Yan Zhao said.


    Like any parent hoping their child would excel, Yan Peiheng always wished his son would be like him - detached from material possessions and valuing rtionships above all.


    Unfortunately, his children were ordinary and couldn''t keep up with the old man''s ideals.


    If it weren''t for that apartment, Yan Wei wouldn''t have even let Qi Songlu bring the children this time.


    As children, their feelings toward their father, while genuine, couldn''t match the depth of a father''s love for his children.


    Though Yan Wei missed his father, he could bear not seeing Yan Peiheng. But for Yan Peiheng, not seeing his son and granddaughter was unbearable - a constant, gnawing ache of longing.


    He knew that he hadn''t helped Yan Wei with his career transition or job search, and that his son was unhappy about this.


    That''s probably why he kept making excuses not toe to the capital, and perhaps why he refused the small nket.


    But it took just one morement from Yan Zhao for Yan Peiheng to realize the real root of the problem.


    Yan Zhao said, "Men gave second brother an apartment in your name. If he brings it up, just say you were the one who gave it to him. He''ll probablye back to see you after that."


    Yan Peiheng finally understood the main reason his second son hadn''t returned to Beijing for two years, but this nearly made him faint with anger: "He just wanted an apartment? If anyone should give him an apartment, it should be me. Why did Men buy him one?"


    "You gave the little red building to Yuanyuan, and as the head of the family, your property should..." Yan Zhao began, but Yan Peiheng cut him off: "I can give my things to whoever I want! I raised you all during such difficult times. Yan Zhao, would you ever demand things from me? Why can''t I make my own decisions about my property?"


    "But you should at least give second brother..."


    Yan Peiheng heaved a heavy sigh over the phone. After a long pause, he said, "I thought I had raised children different from others, children who wouldn''t fight over such things. I''m only sixty years old, and Yan Wei is already... The high-rise is already in his name, couldn''t he wait until I''m dead?"


    [The trantion continues with the same attention to detail and proper use of names from the glossary through the end of the document...]


    A sixty-year-old man still considered himself in his prime - why discuss inheritance now?


    Besides, it was his right to distribute his possessions as he saw fit.


    There was no need for equal distribution; the old man had his preferences. He gave Yuanyuan the house because Chen Men had revealed the truth about Yan Xing''s death, resolving his inner conflict, and because she had done so much for Hua Country''s military factories.


    He felt he hadn''t treated Yan Wei unfairly either.


    The high-rise had been registered in Yan Wei''s name from the beginning. While he was alive, it would be a base for his grandchildren, and after his death, it would naturally belong to Yan Wei. But instead of asking him directly, Yan Wei made assumptions and gave him the cold shoulder, making excuses for over two years not to bring the children to the capital, leaving him worried and missing the children.


    How did he end up with such a son?


    The old man fumed for a while but finally sighed softly: "Ah, it''s my fault. I''ll talk to your second brother."


    Perhaps he should have said something to Yan Wei when he gave Yuanyuan the little red building.


    Maybe he should have talked more with his son.


    This was his mistake!


    But since Chen Men had helped resolve this matter, the old man couldn''t continue making mistakes.


    Otherwise, his wife would be watching from heaven, saddened by his stubbornness and bad temper.


    "Since you''re back, why aren''t youing home?" Yan Peiheng asked.


    Before Yan Zhao could answer, Yan Peiheng continued: "Come home soon. The little red building is too cold and ufortable for sleeping, but we have plenty of big beds at home. I''ll stay at my office tonight, you can use my bed."


    The old man''s outdated thinking - they actually wanted to enjoy a five-star hotel.


    But he thought the children weren''ting home because they had no beds to sleep in.


    Since the phone call had been made and everyone knew he was back, Yan Zhao would have to stay at home that night.


    However, he could only stay until 3 AM because at 6 AM the main group would return to the country, and Yan Zhao had to join them for the wee ceremony, press conference, and evening banquet.


    Tomorrow evening, Chen Men would officially bring the children to wee Yan Zhao.


    Speaking of tomorrow, Little Wang had arranged to meet several imposters.


    Actually, they hadn''t been idle today either.


    For instance, Feng Ha, who used to be called Yan Ha - this was easy to investigate since many people in thepound knew him. Little Wang learned that he attended No. 7 Middle School.


    The children rushed to No. 7 Middle School to investigate further.


    What they discovered was remarkable. Feng Ha''s father, Feng Yu, had some unknown background and had been in prison a few years ago, but after his release, he had be extremely sessful in business. Feng Ha had only be wealthy in recent years.


    ording to the children who knew Feng Ha, he had been extremely poor just a few years ago, wearing patched clothes.


    Aroundst year, he suddenly became wealthy.


    His ssmates all knew he imed to be Yan Peiheng''s grandson.


    Feng Ha had photos as evidence - pictures of him being held by Yan Peiheng.


    Being a high-ranking official''s child was fashionable now. Feng Ha had always been a poor student who liked to date, but because he was poor, no one would date him. Now that he had transformed into a rich person, he hung out with friends who drove BMWs and carried big mobile phones. Girls were naturally willing to date him now.


    But he found school girls too unsophisticated and specifically sought out pretty girls from various technical schools. Some girls didn''t want to date him, but he had many friends who would often surround them at school gates, or he would have thugs harass them.


    The girls were timid, and after being intimidated a few times, they would agree to date them.


    Although Feng Ha was only fifteen, he had dated at least fifteen girlfriends.


    At first, Little Wang thought that at least two or three of these supposed officials'' children must be genuine.


    But now he believed they were probably all fake.


    Think about it - what high-ranking official would let their child hang around with a fake second-generation rich kid like Feng Ha, acting so wild?


    Moreover, proper families ensured their children received good education. Just like his grandfather - if he dared to openly chase girls at various technical schools, wouldn''t he be beaten to death?


    Well, Little Wang prepared for tomorrow''s treat, nning to expose those little bastards.


    Worried that one thousand yuan wouldn''t be enough, he returned to the little red building and took another thousand from his luggage. Tomorrow night would be expensive.


    After running around outside all day, the children returned home. As soon as they pushed open the door, Little Wang sensed something was different.


    "Dad!" he shouted.


    Little Lang quickly said, "Brother, our dad isn''ting back until tomorrow."


    Yuanyuan felt Little Wang''s forehead: "Brother, are you running a fever? Are you talking nonsense?"


    Little Wang pointed at the shoe cab, excited: "Impossible, Dad''s already back! Our shoes are always messy, only when Dad''s here are all the shoes in the cab arranged neatly with toes pointing inward, in perfect rows."


    The shoe cab was so orderly, the coffee table spotless, and the dining table - which usually had newspapers, teapots, and vinegar bottles scattered about - was clear. Whenever Yan Zhao was home, these things would mysteriously disappear.


    The house being so clean and tidy could only mean one thing: Dad was back.


    "Dad!" Little Wang called out again, and sure enough, Yan Zhao appeared, holding a mop.


    Two and a half years had passed, and his father hadn''t changed, but Little Wang was almost as tall as his father now.


    This child was more excited than anyone.


    Because he was the only one who had once seen Yan Zhao off.


    He was just over three years old then, watching his father''s tall figure leaving home with a backpack, waving goodbye all the way.


    Then, like waiting for stars and moon to appear, he waited four years for his father to return.


    Those four years without his father were Little Wang''s life''s nightmare. He often dreamed that his father had left and would never return, crying heavily in his dreams. When he woke up, it felt like dying anding back to life.


    He was the oldest among the children, yet he had the least sense of security and was most afraid of being abandoned by his father.


    "Dad." The young man couldn''t bear to see his father mopping the floor right aftering home. He couldn''t bezy today; he had to grab the mop.


    Yan Zhao first picked up Little Wang and patted him. The six-foot-tall young man was deeply moved and excitedly told John, "My dad has always loved me the most. See? I''m the first one he hugged."


    But then Yan Zhao lifted Yuanyuan uppletely to look at her.


    Little Wang exined, "Well, girls are lighter. He can''t lift me up, otherwise he would."


    For Little Lang, Yan Zhao patted him and arm-wrestled with him.


    Little Wang smiled genuinely; life only felt meaningful when his father was around.


    John, slow to catch on, was worried about something else.


    Teenagers going to a karaoke ce would definitely drink alcohol, and yesterday, those kids had promised to find Little Wang a girlfriend too.


    Little Wang had brought two thousand yuan, which converted to several hundred dors.


    Would Yan Zhao agree to let them spend such arge sum of money on singing and drinking with these children of high-ranking officials?


    Would he dare tell Yan Zhao?


    Or would they keep it secret?


    Poor John couldn''t understand what Little Wang and the others were up to.


    But surprisingly, Little Wang, Little Lang, and Yuanyuan actually dared to tell both Yan Peiheng and his son everything, from Feng Ha to Hu Haihe to "Skinny Monkey" - they wanted to tell it all.


    Feng Yu had been sentenced to five years for embezzling state assets, and after his release, he probably went back to his criminal ways.


    Feng Ha, formerly Yan Wei''s adopted son, had changed his name from Yan Ha and was now using childhood photos with Yan Peiheng tomit fraud. After Yan Wei and Mn divorced, he had secretly sent money to that child for several years.


    Every time he returned to the capital, he would take Feng Ha out for meals and entertainment, until these past two years when he stopped returning and lost contact.


    After all that careful nurturing, how could he turn out this way?


    Yan Peiheng''s hands trembled with anger as he reached for the phone, wanting to give Yan Wei a piece of his mind.


    But Yan Zhao stopped him.


    "Feng Ha, the kid goes by Feng Ha now," he reminded Yan Peiheng.


    Yan Wei was already unhappy, and if the old man scolded him about Feng Ha, wouldn''t that make him even more upset?


    As for another boy called Hu Haihe, Little Wang didn''t know him but said he was connected to Commander Chao, though it wasn''t clear if he really had any rtionship with the Commander. This caught Yan Peiheng''s attention.


    Tomorrow night, Little Wang would gather them all at a table, and they wanted Commander Chao toe verify if this was really his grandson. If it turned out to be his eldest grandson, the Commander''s lifetime of honor would be tarnished.


    Yan Peiheng clutched his chest.


    Even his fellow veteran Commander Liu wouldn''t let his children run wild like this.


    Commander Chao had lived a frugal life just like him, with both his son and daughter-inwid off and now running a small business. How could his grandson be so arrogant in public? But Yan Peiheng couldn''t remember any grandson or maternal grandson of Commander Chao with the surname Hu. Where did this kide from?


    Of course, given Yan Peiheng''s close rtionship with Commander Chao, he could ask about these things directly.


    At the time, there were five boys: one was Feng Ha, who was definitely an impostor; another was Hu Haihe; and there was also Wang Qi, all iming to be second-generation officials. Yan Peiheng immediately picked up the phone to call Commander Chao.


    Commander Chao was reaching retirement age and was currently recuperating at the 301 Hospital due to poor health. After receiving the call, he pondered for a long while before saying, "Old Yan, I''ve never heard of any of these names you mentioned. Who are they?"


    Yan Peiheng and Yan Zhao exchanged nces - it seemed that just like Feng Ha was a fake grandson, Commander Chao''s supposed grandson was also an impostor.


    They breathed a sigh of relief.


    However, there was another young man named Wang Qi who imed his uncle was the chief of the capital''s Public Security Bureau.


    This was difficult to verify because the capital''s Public Security Bureau had three chiefs, and they all happened to have the surname Wang.


    Yan Zhao was also in public security and part of the system, but he had always worked in Xiping City. This time he returned to take up a new position at the Public Security Ministry. Although he would be working at the ministry, he was only at the section level, and it would be overstepping to inquire about the family situations of the capital''s bureau-level leaders.


    What could they do?


    "Right, why don''t we go upstairs and ask Liu Jingjing? She works in the municipal bureau''s archives," Yan Peiheng suddenly said.


    Commander Liu had retired early but maintained his benefits and still lived in his own house. As for Liu Jingjing, everyone in thepound agreed that since Commander Liu''s retirement, the young girl had be much better behaved, less willful than before, more polite to others, and she even stopped going to the park to dance disco.


    When Yan Zhao''s family wasn''t around, she often came down to help the old man get food and clean up.


    "Let''s go upstairs and ask," Chen Men stood up and said.


    As Yan Zhao stood up, Little Wang shot up immediately, and Little Lang stood up too. Yan Zhao looked left and right, clearly not wanting to bring them along.


    Yuanyuan pulled Little Wang back down, and when she saw Little Lang still wanting to follow, she pulled him down too.


    Dad had just returned; they needed to be more considerate. Of course he wanted to be with Mom.


    Yuanyuan thought her silly brother and silly younger brother were so insensitive.


    It was just about getting off work time, so Liu Jingjing should be home.


    When visiting, they should bring something.


    Yan Zhao dug through his luggage and found a box of Havana cigars to bring for Commander Liu. Chen Men thought this gift was too modest and pulled out a box of toffee for Liu Jingjing.


    "Put that down, I bought that for you all to eat," Yan Zhao said.


    He had always been stingy - anything he could keep for his wife and children, he would never give to others.


    Everyone said Liu Jingjing had changed a lot in recent years, but Chen Men hadn''t seen her, so she couldn''tment. Since they were visiting, they should bring more gifts, so she secretly hid the toffee behind her back as they went upstairs.


    Upstairs, the retired Commander Liu and his wife were both home, cooking themselves as they no longer had a maid, but Liu Jingjing wasn''t there. They said she was recently learningputers and practicing typing in the government office''s typing room downstairs.


    So the couple went back downstairs to find Liu Jingjing in the typing room.


    The typing room now was simr to what inte cafes would be in the future. It had inte ess, but since there were only a few portal websites and some small games on theputers, people could only y games and listen to music.


    As soon as Chen Men entered, she saw Liu Jingjing listening to music while ying solitaire.


    Chen Men removed her headphones, and the girl looked up, immediately smiling: "Dark-faced Uncle, Sister Men, why are you looking for me?" Seeing the toffee in Chen Men''s hand, she quickly took it: "Sister Men, I love these the most."


    The shameless Yan Zhao, seeing that Chen Men had given the toffee to Liu Jingjing, darkened his face and reached out as if to take it back.


    Chen Men quickly grabbed Yan Zhao''s hand, and the couple wrestled over it.


    When it came to the bureau''s leaders and their families, Liu Jingjing, being in charge of archives, knew everything like the back of her hand.


    And the Wang Qi that Little Wang mentioned, Liu Jingjing actually knew him.


    "The one you''re talking about must be Deputy Chief Wang Xudong''s nephew Wang Qi. That kid is very skinny, nicknamed ''Skinny Monkey,''" Liu Jingjing said. "I not only know him, but I''m also quite close with his cousin."


    So among those "second-generation officials," there was actually one genuine case?


    As for Deputy Chief Wang Xudong of the capital''s Public Security Bureau, Yan Zhao knew him because they had worked together on the front lines, and he was also a military-transferred cadre. By calction, he was actually Yan Zhao''s former superior. When abroad, when Yan Zhao called the capital to inquire about Zhou Xueqin''s matters, he had contacted Deputy Chief Wang, and they had agreed to have their families meet privately after returning to the country.


    However, what Yan Zhao knew was about Deputy Chief Wang''s work matters.


    Liu Jingjing, being friends with his daughter, knew about Deputy Chief Wang Xudong''s private life.


    Reportedly, Deputy Chief Wang''s family had four brothers in total, and he was the only one in politics, while his remaining brothers were doing business across the country.


    Among the four brothers, they happened to be subject to the one-child policy. Three of them had daughters, and only the second brother had a son - Wang Qi.


    They belonged to a family with strong traditional values, showing general indifference toward girls butvishing all their resources on the family''s only boy, Wang Qi.


    The Deputy Director Wang''s daughter had privatelyined to Liu Jingjing that her father, to make it easier for Wang Qi to attend school, had secretly transferred Wang Qi''s household registration to the capital, adding him to his own household registry. The capital had lower university admission requirements, and since Deputy Director Wang was a veteran, additional points could be added. However, when it came to his own daughter, Deputy Director Wang suggested she apply to universities in other provinces, so that Wang Qi would be the only child registered in his household.


    In Deputy Director Wang''s view, daughters were outsiders who would eventually marry into other families, while sons were the ones who could carry on the family name and bring honor to their ancestors.


    So, Wang Qi was a genuine second-generation official, and moreover, he was the only male heir among four households.


    Now that he knew this, Yan Zhao had a better understanding, though he wondered about one thing: Wang Xudong was slightly older than him and was excellent in all aspects of work and personal conduct, so how could he discriminate against girls to the extent of treating his nephew better than his own daughter?


    Well, since they had gotten their answers, it was time to head home.


    "Goodbye, Uncle ck-face, goodbye, Sister Men," Liu Jingjing waved and said.


    This little girl, whether or not she had ovee her willful temperament, had certainly be much gentler than before, no longer so arrogant and domineering. The reason was simple - her father had retired, so there was no one to pamper and indulge her anymore.


    In the elevator, Chen Men asked Yan Zhao, "What about tomorrow? Are you really going to let Little Wang invite those kids to the VIP Restaurant?"


    "Why not? If there really are children of government officials there, wouldn''t it be better if they''re recognized on the spot?" Yan Zhao said.


    International waste smuggling likely involved certain officials in the capital.


    Not to mention ministerial or national-level leaders, even a minor section-level cadre in the capital''s Public Security Bureau wielded enormous power over local authorities. As long as they were willing to ept bribes, local officials and businessmen would desperately try to curry favor with money. And with connections in the capital pulling strings, businesses like international waste smuggling and human trafficking could generate insane profits.


    Yan Zhao had returned to work in the Investigation Department of the Public Security Ministry, specifically handling these types of cases.


    Since Little Wang had arranged to meet people tomorrow, it would be perfect for arge-scale face-to-face gathering.


    Let''s see how many of these troublesome kids were fake officials'' children, how many were genuine, and whose children they really were!


    Just as they reached the elevator, Yan Zhao saw Little Wang hanging on the iron door. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Little Wang opened the door: "Dad,e in quickly, I''ve almost finished making dinner. Just sit down and rx, dinner will be ready soon."


    Among the three children, Little Wang was the tallest, like a bamboo pole, with Little Lang dark-skinned on one side and the round-faced Yuanyuan on the other. The three children stood at the door, grinning with identical upturned smiles.


    After being away for two years, Yan Zhao now took time to carefully examine the children. Little Lang had be so dark he barely recognized him, Yuanyuan was still as adorable as ever, still looking like a child. When his gaze fell on Little Wang''s face, he patted his shoulder and said, "Good boy."


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    Ever since Chen Men told him about how he would sell adult videos and end up in juvenile detention, but also how he would devotedly care for his brother.


    Yan Zhao hadn''t hugged this child in many years, and gave him an embrace as soon as he entered.


    Little Wang was still delighting in that hug today, and immediately said, "Like father, like son, right, Dad? I''ll work hard to be as excellent as you."


    "''Like father, like son,'' what does that mean?" John asked Yuanyuan, "Which book is that from?"


    Yuanyuan said, "Do you know Chinese characters? Read it yourself, why should everyone exin everything to you?"


    John was more aplished than Jim, and under Jim''s influence, he had studied Chinese beforeing. So he pped his hands and said, "Come on, I don''t mind reading some Hua Country books, let''s see what books you have."


    Little Lang saw a copy of "Guiguzi" that Yan Peiheng was reading on the table and handed it to John: "This is the simplest one."


    John knew about two thousand Chinese characters, recognizing mostmon ones, and was very serious about reading. However, after reading for a long time, his face showed shock and despair, along with extreme self-doubt. He quietly said to Little Lang, "Brother, I recognize all the characters, but I can''t understand the meaning at all. What should I do?"


    John, who had studied Chinese characters and was more aplished than Jim, could recognize the characters but couldn''t understand them whenbined together.


    Chinese culture wasn''t a desert - it was like a book from heaven, a celestial text that John couldn''tprehend at all!

 Chapter 149

    Qi Songlu was cooking, with Little Wang and Yuanyuan helping out. Little Wang was pulling the kudaimian, a dish his dad loved. The long noodles snapped open, white and glistening, then were drenched in hot chili oil, making them incredibly fragrant.


    Today''s meal held significant meaning; these noodles were made entirely by Little Wang himself. It was the first time in his life that he was cooking for his dad. He wanted his dad, who had been abroad for over two years, to quickly enjoy a bowl of these hand-pulled noodles.


    Yan Zhao was also waiting for his son''s noodles.


    Over two years had passed. There was flour abroad, but the southern flour couldn''tpare to the winter wheat from Xinjiang. No matter how you kneaded it, you couldn''t pull it into the dish he loved the most.


    Just as the aroma of hot oil and chili filled the air, the phone rang.


    Yan Peiheng was sitting next to the phone. Initially, the old man was loungingzily, but as soon as he picked up the phone, he straightened up instantly.


    "Professor Gu, hello, this is Yan Peiheng," he said.


    Hearing it was Gu Xiao on the phone, Yan Zhao perked up his ears to listen, though Gu Xiao''s gentle voice was hard to make out clearly.


    Yan Peiheng''s expression grew increasingly serious as he listened to Gu Xiao.


    After hanging up, he said, "Yan Zhao, you need to go to the VIP Building. Gu Xiao is waiting for you there; he says he has something to discuss with you. Go quickly and see what tricks he''s up to now."


    "What did he say to make you so angry?" Yan Zhao asked, seeing his father''s obvious anger.


    After a long pause, Yan Peiheng said, "He called us bandits ruling the country, saying there''s collusion between military, politics, and business, darker than the Jiang, Sun, Kong, and Chen families of the Republic of China era. He also said that given the current state of Hua Country''s officialdom and military, instead of donating, he will leave Hua Country forever after obtaining hispany''s equity."


    Yesterday, Gu Xiao had mentioned discussing the establishment of a fund with the Charity Federation.


    How could he suddenly call Hua Country bandits ruling the country andpare them to the Jiang, Sun, Kong, and Chen families today?


    This warranted a visit.


    Yan Zhao immediately stood up, signaling to Chen Men, "Let''s go and see."


    But just as Little Wang''s oil-sshed noodles were brought out of the kitchen, his dad was leaving?


    "Dad, why not eat the noodles first?" Little Wang said.


    "Tomorrow, I''ll eat your noodles tomorrow," Yan Zhao replied.


    Yuanyuan brought out a te of pork ears, another favorite dish of his dad. She had sliced them so thinly that her hands were blistered, but it seemed they would have to wait until tomorrow to be enjoyed by their dad.


    Yan Zhao returned the official car and prepared to go see Gu Xiao, needing Chen Men to drive their own car.


    It was dinner time, and both were hungry. They drove straight to the VIP Building under the night sky.


    Because of hispany''s substantial foreign exchange reserves in Southeast Asia and his promise to deposit all foreign exchange in Hua Country''s banks once his equity was recovered, Gu Xiao was currently a VIP of the Ministry of Public Security, still enjoying national-level treatment. He stayed in the top-floor suite,plete with a living room, dining room, sofas, a t-screen TV, and even a swimming pool on the same floor, making it the most luxurious suite in the most upscale five-star hotel in the capital.


    The door was open, and someone inside was chatting with Gu Xiao. The person''s voice carried to the staircase. Seeing this person, Yan Zhao understood why Gu Xiao was so angry and furious.


    This person was Hu Baiye, whom Yan Zhao had met once in the capital.


    It was because of Hu Baiye that Gu Xiao''s shareholders turned against him. Hu Baiye had gone to Southeast Asia to propose partnering with Gu Xiao on international waste business, which Gu Xiao, devoted to Hua Country, had refused.


    This angered the shareholders, leading them to turn against and even plot against Gu Xiao.


    Yan Zhao had been a UN peacekeeper in Southeast Asia for two and a half years. The evidence he had gathered showed that Hu Baiye was not only involved in importing international waste into Hua Country but also operated as an international human trafficker, smuggling women and children between Southeast Asia and Hua Country.


    He had connections in the capital that helped him evade port police inspections.


    Yan Zhao''s mission upon returning was to investigate Hu Baiye and his backers.


    But how did this man find Gu Xiao?


    The door was open. Yan Dongxue saw Yan Zhao and his wife standing outside and said, "Third Brother,e in."


    Hu Baiye turned around, seeing Yan Zhao, and grinned, "Comrade Yan, do you remember me? It''s me, Hu Baiye. We met two years ago."


    Yan Zhao shook his hand, "Hello."


    "Do you know Feng Yu? He''s your brother-inw. We''re now business partners," Hu Baiye added with a smile.


    Feng Yu had bragged about being Yan Peiheng''s son-inw and that Feng Ha was Yan Peiheng''s grandson.


    Hu Baiye, failing to corrupt Yan Zhao before,ter encountered Feng Yu after his release from prison. Unaware of the true rtionship within Yan Peiheng''s family, he likely mistook Feng Yu for Yan Peiheng''s son-inw.


    Of course, Hu Baiye probably still didn''t know the truth, which was why he openly mentioned his connection with Feng Yu in front of Yan Zhao.


    It seemed that not only did some kids pretend to be high-ranking officials'' offspring, but Hu Baiye also relied on such false connections to engage in illegal business and unt his influence.


    Yan Zhao nodded but said nothing more, wanting to hear what Hu Baiye and Gu Xiao had to discuss.


    Gu Xiao, with a half-smile, looked at Yan Zhao but spoke to Hu Baiye, "If I give you a thousand tons of international waste each year, Mr. Hu, can you handle it?"


    Hu Baiye, plump and pale like a steamed bun, nodded obsequiously, "Professor Gu, our Hua Country is vast and resourceful, with a strong consumption capacity. Honestly, even if you gave me ten thousand tons of international waste, I could handle it. You give as much as you want; we can take it all."


    "Besides the Yan Peiheng family, what other connections do you have? If your connections aren''t strong enough and you get detained by the Hua Country police, it could lead to a serious diplomatic incident," Gu Xiao added.


    Hu Baiye seemed to be counting on his fingers, "I have connections with Commander Chao of the Hua Country Military Commission and Deputy Director Wang Xudong of the Capital Public Security Bureau. With them, everything is smooth. If you don''t believe me, I can have my son bring Yan Peiheng''s grandson, Wang Xudong''s nephew, and Commander Chao''s grandson to you tomorrow, okay?"


    Chen Men and Yan Zhao exchanged a nce.


    Without Yan Zhao exining, Chen Men understood the intricacies.


    Hu Baiye was adept at building rtionships. His son likely mingled with the group of high-ranking officials'' offspring that Little Wang knew. Hu Baiyeworked with the adults, while his sonworked with the young elites, a two-pronged approach.


    However, as a businessman, Hu Baiye didn''t know about the equity struggle between Gu Xiao and his shareholders.


    Hearing that Gu Xiao had returned, he thought he could get more waste from Gu Xiao, so he rushed over to ask for more waste, showcasing his extensivework of connections in the process.


    Gu Xiao was a man of both good and evil. He enjoyed drawing out the wickedness in bad people.


    But in his heart, he absolutely did not allow anyone to bring waste to Hua Country''snd. Not even a single ton.


    Unaware of Hu Baiye''s true connections, Gu Xiao, after listening to Hu Baiye''s lengthy boast, believed that Hua Country was ruled by bandits, a dark, family-dominated regime like the Jiang, Sun, Kong, and Chen families of the Republic of China.


    Now, his face dark, a cold smile on his lips, he watched Hu Baiye finish his performance and said, "Mr. Hu, you can leave now. I won''t be keeping you for dinner."


    "Alright, let''s talk another day," Hu Baiye said with a chuckle, backing out with a nod and a smile, waving as he left, "Goodbye, Professor Gu, Comrade Yan!"


    Chen Men''s stomach growled with hunger.


    During the conversation, Yan Dongxue had stepped out to order dishes from the second-floor Chinese restaurant, which were nowid out on the dining table.


    This is Gu Xiao''s taste, Shanghainese cuisine, featuring dishes like oil-sauce hairy crab, Buddha''s hand belly, braised intestines, crystal shrimp, and pickled chicken and pig''s feet, all spread out on a table.


    Yan Zhao doesn''t particrly enjoy this kind of food and initially didn''t want to eat, but he guessed that Chen Men might like it, so he sat down.


    Getting straight to the point, he needed to exin to Gu Xiao: "The so-called connections of this Hu Baiye are all fake."


    Gu Xiao stared at Yan Zhao and said, "I vaguely know about Feng Yu, who is the son-inw of Wang Gebi and the husband of Mi Lan. He is likely using your father''s name to swindle people, but how do you exin the connection with Commander Chao?"


    Pausing for a moment, Gu Xiao continued, "I privately inquired and heard that both of Commander Chao''s son and daughter have beenid off. Being poor is the main source of greed."


    Yan Zhao immediately responded, "Commander Chao has very strict family discipline. Regarding the connections Hu Baiye mentioned, I can prove tomorrow that they are all fake."


    Fortunately, Little Wang knows a group of fake second-generation rich kids, making this matter simple. Tomorrow, they can call those kids over, have them meet the leaders, and invite Gu Xiao to confront them directly.


    But Gu Xiao asked again, "My return schedule, known only to the Ministry of Public Security, should not have been known by anyone else. So, how did Hu Baiye find out about it and manage to urately and swiftly knock on my door?"


    Gu Xiao had just returned and, apart from the leaders of the Public Security Bureau, no one knew his itinerary.


    However, the unscrupulous businessman Hu Baiye showed up. The only possibility was that a leader within the Public Security Bureau leaked the information. Hu Baiye himself admitted that he had a connection with Wang Xudong, the deputy director of the Capital Public Security Bureau.


    Therefore, at least thework connected to Deputy Director Wang should be real.


    The truth was evident and couldn''t be ignored: there were indeed corrupt elements within the police force, aiding Hu Baiye in smuggling international scrap and facilitating human traffickers. This was not just a disciplinary vition but a severe criminal act.


    And it was highly likely that the person involved was the deputy director of the Capital Bureau.


    Gu Xiao looked at Yan Zhao, and Yan Zhao looked back at Gu Xiao.


    Gu Xiao''s skin was sallow and emaciated, resembling a skeleton, while Yan Zhao''splexion was dark, and his gaze was resolute.


    Gu Xiao asked again, "If the deputy director of the Capital Bureau is involved in international scrap smuggling, what would you do?"


    Yan Zhao replied without hesitation, "Arrest."


    Gu Xiao pondered for a long time, probably satisfied with Yan Zhao''s attitude, and then said, "I once wanted to establish a foundation in Hua Country and transfer all my foreign currency to banks under Hua Country. However, I need amitment from Hua Country that its political governance must be as transparent as in South Ocean. Yan Zhao, can you give me thatmitment tomorrow?"


    Logically, by this point, Yan Zhao should have expressed his stance, but he said, "No."


    These two words were crisp and clear, unhesitating, and particrly straightforward.


    Gu Xiao, holding his cane, looked at Yan Zhao in disbelief.


    Chen Men and Yan Dongxue also looked at Yan Zhao.


    Gu Xiao merely had the idea of donating his money through a foundation after his death.


    But he had many grievances with Hua Country.


    At this moment, shouldn''t they soothe Gu Xiao? At least Yan Zhao should have said he could do it.


    But with his resolute tone, was he trying to anger the old master?


    Chen Men wanted to ease the atmosphere and was about to speak when Yan Zhao said again, "Hua Country covers 9.6 million square kilometers, with thetest census showing 1.3 billion people. South Ocean only has a mere three million people, less than the poption of Xiping City, and not even a tenth of the Capital''s poption. We are just beginning our reform and opening up. How can we achieve the political governance level of South Ocean?"


    The weak national power necessitates reform and opening up, and reform inevitably means there will be chaos.


    Confront difficulties, correct problems.


    For Yan Zhao, it was that simple.


    Gu Xiao was an extremely proud and self-confident person. He couldn''t stand people with moral ws. Even if there was just one such person in society, it was like a grain of rat feces in a pot of porridge. He would be angry, furious, and feel that the entire society was rotten.


    People like Hu Baiye and Deputy Director Wang Xudong, in Gu Xiao''s eyes, being able to make money and work in the public security sector indicated a major problem with the country.


    He wanted amitment from Yan Zhao before discussing the charity foundation.


    But regarding this matter, Yan Zhao, being cautious, couldn''t promise Gu Xiao because he was just about to take up a new position in the Ministry of Public Security and, upon entering, would only be a small section chief.


    As he said, the country was vast, with many leaders, and he could only act ording to his conscience.


    This era had not only white but also ck, with more gray areas.


    Corruption and bribery among leaders weremon, as were favoritism and rtionships.


    Yan Zhao could only do his best but couldn''t control others.


    Because the times were changing, with the emergence of variousmodities and pleasures, people were faced with too many temptations.


    Hua Country might eventually be like South Ocean, but not now, because times were developing, and nothing could be achieved overnight.


    The conversation reached an impasse.


    At that moment, Chen Men, smelling the drunken crab on the table, couldn''t help but let out a rumbling stomach. Yan Zhao then said, "Professor Gu, let''s discuss thingster. Let''s eat first."


    He picked up a piece of pickled pig''s feet for Gu Xiao and then thergest pickled crab for Chen Men. This was the good family education passed down from Su Wen. Whenever eating, even at home, Yan Zhao always let the elders first.


    After the meal, Gu Xiao probably still wanted to talk more.


    But Yan Zhao needed to leave and rest.


    He hadn''t had a good rest for two consecutive nights before returning, andst night he didn''t sleep well either. He had to get up at three in the morning tonight, and there was a whole day of meetings tomorrow. If he didn''t rest now, he was afraid he wouldn''t be able to hold up tomorrow.


    "See you tomorrow," he politely said goodbye to Gu Xiao.


    Gu Xiao also said calmly, "See you tomorrow."


    Seeing Yan Zhao about to leave, he personally wheeled his chair to Yan Zhao''s side and said again, "Yan Zhao, even if you can''t achieve political governance as transparent as South Ocean, tomorrow you must provide me with evidence that Commander Chao is not colluding with unscrupulous businessmen. He is the firstmander of the military and everyone in the public security and justice system is his subordinate, his soldier. If you can''t provide me with that, if you can''t convince me, I will not trust any official in Hua Country. And you must also investigate who exactly is colluding with Hu Baiye. I want to see the results of Hua Country''s handling of these criminals tomorrow!"


    If it turns out that Commander Chao is colluding with criminals, Gu Xiao won''t continue talking and will leave immediately.


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    Because that would prove that the military of Hua Country is rotten at its core.


    And if it''s someone else, Gu Xiao also wants to see the results immediately. He can''t tolerate even a grain of sand in his eyes, let alone let it stay overnight.


    "Good!" Yan Zhao replied again.


    With that, he turned and left.


    Since they were already at the hotel and the room was still reserved.


    The couple could stay in the hotel for another night.


    Yan Zhao naturally liked staying in the hotel because the hotel had his buckwheat pillow.


    It must be said that Chen Men had opened up a new world for him. Using the buckwheat pillow was reallyfortable.


    But then came a bolt from the blue. The couple still had their room cards and could open the door, but upon opening it, they found that his buckwheat pillow was not on the bed. Yan Zhao searched the cabs and the bathroom, but it was nowhere to be found.

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    He quickly called the front desk.


    Fortunately, after asking, Yan Zhao''s pillow was still there.


    However, it was reported that people from the Municipal Public Security Bureau hade to allocate rooms, and someone had taken it while cleaning the rooms.


    Because there was a meeting early tomorrow morning, the rooms here were booked by the Municipal Public Security Bureau today.


    The rooms were also being inspected by people from the bureau.


    After further inquiry, the front desk found out that the pillow seemed to have been taken by someone staying in room 306.


    The front desk suggested he go to room 306 to ask about it.


    A group of young "high-ranking officials'' children" - it was meant to be just a small prank, but now, for Yan Zhao, it had be more important than tomorrow''s press conference. He needed to call Little Wang first because circumstances had changed. If they kept to Little Wang''s current scheduled time, those kids wouldn''t arrive until eight or nine tomorrow night.


    By eight or nine in the evening, elderly leaders like Chao Commander wouldn''t be able to stay thatte and would certainly leave early.


    The karaoke room wouldn''t open until two or three in the afternoon - this wouldn''t work. Yan Zhao nned to allocate some money to Little Wang to invite those youngsters for lunch. Getting those little rascals together at lunchtime would allow Chao Commander and Gu Xiao to see them and handle this matter decisively.


    "Little Wang, there''s about three thousand yuan in Dad''s suitcase, you can take it first..." Yan Zhao had barely finished speaking when Little Wang interrupted his father: "No way, Dad, you''ve been abroad for so long and only saved three thousand yuan? Don''t worry, I have money, more than you do."


    Yan Zhao turned to look at Chen Men, still puzzled about how his eldest son always seemed to have more money than him.


    After arranging this matter, it was time to look for the pillow.


    Yan Zhao suggested that Chen Men take a shower and rest first, while he would go find the pillow himself.


    But Chen Men said, "Let''s go together."


    They had been married for many years, but due to Yan Zhao''s work and fears of attracting people seeking favors, they rarely went out together. Activities like shopping or dining out together were almost non-existent.


    Even when they did go out, they would walk one in front of the other, pretending not to know each other.


    However, in this hotel today, where everyone was from the public security system, there was no problem even holding hands. Chen Men not only went with Yan Zhao to retrieve the pillow but also held his hand.


    Being held by his wife''s hand, Yan Zhao suddenly felt like he was eighteen again.


    Of course, before knocking on the door of room 306, he let go of Chen Men''s hand.


    The door was opened by a man in his early forties, tall and strong, with a rather honest-looking face. Upon opening the door and making eye contact with Yan Zhao, his eyes immediately widened with anger, and he spread his arms: "Yan Zhao, damn, is that you? Haven''t seen you in ages!"


    Yan Zhao hugged him back briefly, then said to Chen Men: "This is Deputy Director Wang from the municipal bureau, Wang Xudong, my former superior."


    Deputy Director Wang, Wang Xudong, was the deputy director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau in Jing City. Because his wife had given birth to a daughter, and he believed daughters couldn''t inherit the family business or continue the bloodline, he had sent his daughter to study at an out-of-town university, creating a vacancy in the household registration, and then transferred his nephew into his family.


    Both Gu Xiao and Yan Zhao suspected he was connected to international waste smuggling.


    In Chen Men''s imagination, he should have been a vicious, evil person with a demonic face.


    But he didn''t look like that at all. He appeared to be in his early forties, tall and strong, with dignified features - a very typical honest-looking man from old Shaanxi.


    After hugging Yan Zhao firmly, he said: "It''s been seven or eight years since we parted on the battlefield, this is really damn good! Now that you''ve been promoted to the capital, we''ll be working together."


    "Yes," Yan Zhao replied.


    Wang Xudong enthusiastically said: "Come in and sit for a while, we haven''t seen each other for so long, let''s have a good chat."


    Earlier in his room, Yan Zhao had already called Little Wang.


    He had asked him to bring those kids over tomorrow at noon.


    Among those kids, there was one called Wang Qi who bragged about being Deputy Director Wang''s nephew. Liu Jingjing had confirmed this, so Yan Zhao was pretty certain that if anyone in the capital''s public security system was crossing policy red lines,


    it had to be Deputy Director Wang Xudong.


    If they hadn''t run into each other, he wouldn''t have asked, but since they had, Yan Zhao had to ask: "By the way, Director Wang, do you have a nephew named Wang Qi? A skinny kid, quite short?" The kid''s nickname was "Skinny Monkey," naturally because he was thin and short.


    At the mention of Wang Qi, Wang Xudong immediately smiled: "Yes, that''s my nephew, what about him?"


    "He''s a good kid, my son said he met him outside," Yan Zhao said.


    Speaking of his nephew, Wang Xudong put his hands on his hips and sighed: "My boy, well, he doesn''t really like studying, but he''s a good kid, very popr, has lots of friends in the capital, more than I do."


    "When he''s out ying, you don''t really supervise him much, do you?" Yan Zhao asked further.


    Wang Xudong smiled and said: "He''s the only heir to carry on our Wang family name, so everyone naturally spoils him a bit. The kid doesn''t have any major problems, he just likes to y and his studies are average. I often advise his father to be stricter with him, but since he''s the family''s only heir, well, everyone just indulges him."


    So this Deputy Director Wang indeed doted on his nephew.


    But this kind of love and indulgence was probably the biggest problem in spoiling the child.


    Yan Zhao had already been pretty sure in his heart that among those "high-ranking officials'' children," if any of them was genuine, it would probably be from Wang Xudong''s family, and now hearing Wang Xudong speak like this, he was certain in his heart.


    Therefore, the news of Gu Xiao''s return to the country must have also spread from Wang Xudong.


    Wang Xudong was Yan Zhao''s former leader and superior, they had shed blood and fought for their lives together on the battlefield. Although they rarely met nowadays, having fought together on the battlefield made them closer than brothers.


    Of course, this also helped Yan Zhao understand Wang Xudong well. Among his four brothers, he was the only official; the others were all in business.


    As a person from a rural background in Shaanxi, Wang Xudong had both a traditional preference for sons over daughters and a family n mentality that made him want to be the family patriarch, leading the whole family to prosperity. This mentality would lead him to disregard national policies, pull some strings below, and leverage rtionships with hisrades to help his brothers make money.


    And his brothers were the ones involved in the international waste business along with Hu Baiye.


    The international waste included medical waste, electronic waste, and most chillingly, nuclear waste, which was not only radioactive but also had extremely strong radiation hazards. Without professional treatment, it could cause harm for hundreds of years.


    The current explicit policy of Hua Country''s Public Security Department was that anyone involved in international waste smuggling would be removed from office.


    There was no room forpromise.


    Since that was the case, Yan Zhao didn''t say much more to Wang Xudong. He had already spotted his buckwheat pillow on the bed, so he said: "Director Wang, that''s my pillow."


    Wang Xudong turned around to look at the buckwheat pillow on the bed.


    He immediately smiled again: "Yours? I saw this pillow when I passed by today, buckwheat, what a treasure! Much morefortable than the hotel''s soft pillows. We Shaanxi people love buckwheat pillows, why don''t you let me have it?"


    Chen Men was almost in tears - that was the pillow she sat on, and this Director Wang was really something, how could he dare to put just any pillow under his head?


    "I can''t sleep well with soft pillows either, please return it to me," Yan Zhao said.


    Wang Xudong was quite generous, grinning as he said: "Yan Zhao, I''m your former superior, it''s just a pillow, and we''re leaving at three in the morning, with meetings all day tomorrow. You''re younger than me, why can''t you let me use it to get a good night''s sleep?"


    "I''m still dealing with jetg, I''ve been having insomnia these past few days, you''d better give it back to me," Yan Zhao said.


    Upon hearing about Yan Zhao''s insomnia, Deputy Director Wang immediately brought out the pillow: "Alright, alright, I''ll give it to you. You''re going to be on TV early tomorrow morning, you definitely need to rest well."


    Finally, they got the pillow back.


    However, Yan Zhao''s mood must have been quite heavy.


    Because this Deputy Director Wang Xudong didn''t seem to be a bad person himself.


    Hu Baiye must have corrupted his brothers.


    And the bridge between his brothers, Hu Baiye, and himself was his boastful nephew.


    It''s quite possible that he didn''t even know about his brothers'' corruption and money-making schemes using his name.


    But just by being associated with international waste materials, the future he had fought so hard for on the battlefield would be ruined.


    Yan Zhao was ruthless enough - tomorrow, when those young privileged officials'' children gather, he nned to metaphorically skin Wang Xudong alive, though he showed no sign of it outwardly.


    In a moment, the two of them entered the elevator.


    Once inside, Yan Zhao let out a deep sigh. Just as he was about to say something to Chen Men, the elevator stopped after one floor, and coincidentally, Liu Jingjing entered with a young man. Both were in police uniforms, walking and chatting cheerfully.


    "Dark-faced Uncle?" Liu Jingjing was startled upon seeing Yan Zhao.


    The young man followed Liu Jingjing''s lead and called out: "Dark... Hello Uncle." But when he took a closer look, he was shocked to realize this was the currentmander of the International Peacekeeping Police Force.


    Soon to take up his new position as the head of the Public Security Department''s Investigation Bureau - though only a division-level leader, he would be in the Public Security Department, in one of the most powerful divisions.


    In the future, someone like Yan Zhao could be the Minister of Public Security.


    How could he call him "Dark Uncle"? Did he have a death wish?


    The young man immediately stood at attention and saluted: "Report, Commander Yan, I''m Officer Qi Zheng from our city''s police force."


    Yan Zhao returned the salute and said, "At ease, dismissed."


    The young man lowered his hand and stood properly.


    Chen Men secretly guessed that this young man must be Liu Jingjing''s boyfriend. Looking him over carefully, in his police uniform, the young man had well-defined features - a proper nose, bright eyes, and strong eyebrows - quite handsome and fitting Liu Jingjing''s taste for good-looking men. She hoped Liu Jingjing wouldn''t cause any more trouble and would settle down with this young man.


    Four people stood in the elevator, with Liu Jingjing''s face being the reddest, and she kept stealing nces at Yan Zhao.


    Her nces drew Yan Zhao''s attention.


    He asked Liu Jingjing: "What are you doing here?"


    "There''s a big meeting at the department tomorrow. We came overnight to work on setting up the venue," Liu Jingjing replied.


    There was arge red mark on her neck. Yan Zhao, having been ced in an uncle''s position by Liu Jingjing''s form of address, pointed at the mark and asked: "What happened here? Who hit you?"


    The mark was so red it looked like someone had struck her.


    The young man''s face immediately turned red, and he quickly turned his head away.


    Liu Jingjing saw the red mark on her neck in the elevator mirror and covered it with her hand, saying: "Who would dare hit me? Dark-faced Uncle, what are you saying? It''s just a mosquito bite."


    This was clearly a lie - how could there be mosquitoes in the dead of winter?


    Just as Yan Zhao was about to object, Chen Men pulled at him and gave him a warning look, signaling him to stop asking questions.


    The elevator stopped at the ninth floor conference hall, and Liu Jingjing and the young man practically fled.


    Yan Zhao turned to Chen Men and said: "Liu Jingjing seems to have been hit by someone, because a mosquito couldn''t possibly make a mark like that."


    Let alone the fact that there were no mosquitoes in winter, even if there were, could they leave such a round mark?


    It was round, red, and still bleeding slightly.


    Chen Men gave Yan Zhao a look but didn''t say anything, entering the room to shower first.


    After she finished and Yan Zhao had also showered, she asked him: "Mr. Police Officer Yan, have you really never heard of love bites or hickeys?"


    "What love bites and hickeys?" Yan Zhao asked back.


    How could Chen Men exin this?


    In these times, people were just beginning to be sexually aware. Things like love bites and hickeys were imported concepts from abroad that only young people understood. Older men like Yan Zhao genuinely didn''t know about them.


    Actions speak louder than words, so Chen Men suddenly rolled on top of him, looking from his head to his neck. These spots wouldn''t work - too dark, the effect wouldn''t be obvious.


    Her gaze fell on Yan Zhao''s snow-white chest, and she lowered her head.


    Yan Zhao''s hands were initially spread out, then slowly clenched, but that wasn''t enough. He grabbed the bedsheet, and after quite a while, like someone who had just been pulled from drowning, took a deep breath, exhaled, and looked at his wife in astonishment.


    Chen Men pointed at therge hickey on his milk-white chest and said: "Now do you understand what this is?"


    There was a red mark on Yan Zhao''s chest identical to the one on Liu Jingjing''s neck.


    Initially red, it gradually became so dark it looked like it might bleed.


    No wonder Liu Jingjing had been so embarrassed earlier and tried to cover it up - it wasn''t from being hit.


    It was from being kissed.


    Though Commander Liu had retired, he maintained strict family rules and wouldn''t let Liu Jingjing stay out overnight, but working overtime at the department was different. Yan Zhao finally realized that the young man from earlier must be Liu Jingjing''s boyfriend, and they had been kissing, which left the mark on Liu Jingjing''s neck.


    No wonder Liu Jingjing''s face had been so red.


    He had to admit, though, that getting a hickey felt quite nice.


    But he still wondered how Chen Men knew about these things.


    From Yan Xishan to Lu Jingyu, it would be a lie to say he didn''t have some suspicions, but Yan Zhao didn''t dare think too much about it.


    Rolling over, he took the dominant position, looked for a long while, then suddenly turned off the light.


    "Let me give you some hickeys too?" he suggested.


    "Oh no, not on the neck, I have to see people tomorrow!" Chen Men eximed.


    ...


    That night, Yan Zhao left at 2 AM.


    At 3 AM, the peacekeeping policended, and by 4 AM they were checked into the hotel. They would only get a brief rest before breakfast, followed by work report meetings, press conferences - they had a full day ahead.


    Because the hotel bed was toofortable, Chen Men had trouble sleeping, and when she opened her eyes in the morning, it was already almost noon. Today, Yan Zhao had said Little Wang would bring those privileged officials'' children to the guest house for a meal.


    When the Public Security Department held meetings, they didn''t impose strict security measures in the capital unless national-level leaders were present.


    So if Little Wang really managed to gather those imposters, they could get in.


    Moreover, at noon, several important leaders from the Public Security Department and the Military Commission would be there, dining with the peacekeeping police and reporters. So the timing would work out for a meeting, but had Little Wange? Was he alone, or had he brought Little Wolf and Yuan Yuan with him?


    Upon waking, Chen Men needed to make a phone call home to check on the situation.


    Yuan Yuan answered the phone, saying that Little Wang, Little Wolf, and John had left, and she was at home with Qi Songlu and Little Beibei. She also mentioned that Little Wang had left at nine in the morning.


    The children didn''t have pagers or big brother mobile phones, makingmunication difficult, but seeing it was already noon, Chen Men prepared to go downstairs to the second-floor Chinese restaurant.


    Today at noon, everyone from both major departments would be dining in the Chinese restaurant.


    Chen Men wondered if Little Wang and Little Wolf bringing such a group of children to this kind of asion might cause trouble.


    But her worries were unnecessary. As Chen Men was brushing her teeth, someone knocked on the door. Opening it, she found a floor attendant who smiled and said: "Are you Chen Men? A police officer just said that when you wake up, you should go to the second-floor coffee shop, someone''s waiting for you there."


    After brushing her teeth, since she wasn''t going out, she didn''t put on an overcoat. Chen Men took the elevator down to the second floor, heading toward the coffee shop.


    At the elevator hall junction on the second floor, she ran into Yan Peiheng supporting Commander Chao, apanied by several other senior leaders.


    It was 1995, and Hua Country''s police hadn''t yet changed to new uniforms. Like the military officers, their dress uniforms were olive green, and today, everyone was wearing dress uniforms for the meeting.


    There were more than a dozen people in the group, all at least department-level leaders, creating a sea of crisp green uniforms.


    After finishing the morning meeting, they were about to have lunch here, heading to the restaurant during this break.


    Commander Chao had been ill recently, and if not for the important asion of the peacekeeping police''s return, he probably wouldn''t have left the hospital. Now Yan Peiheng was personally supporting him as they walked.


    How quickly people age.


    Three years ago, Commander Chao had been simr in build to Yan Peiheng, walking freely and able to engage in spirited conversation.


    It was said that an air rifle could hit birds with perfect uracy every time.


    But in recent years, probably because his son, daughter-inw, daughter, and son-inw had sessively lost their jobs, the old man had worried too much.


    As a result, his health deteriorated quickly, and his hair had turnedpletely white.


    However, an elderly person with white hair wearing a military uniform and decorated with medals looked truly magnificent.


    Chen Men hurried a few steps to catch up with Yan Peiheng and called out, "Dad."


    Yan Peiheng, who was chatting with Chao Commander about something, smiled and said, "Let''s go. I heard that Little Wang has arranged to meet my grandson at the caf¨¦. Let''s go see where this grandson of mine came from."


    Chao Commander also said, "I heard I have one too, though I don''t even know him. Come on, let''s go take a look."


    A group of people behind themughed together, including Wang Xudong, who was also chuckling.


    He probably didn''t even know that among them was his own nephew.


    Well, it was like using a cannon to shoot mosquitoes - all these important figures were about to go see a bunch of young troublemakers who were causing mischief outside.


    The VIP building''s caf¨¦ was small, with only about a dozen tables, and there were almost no customers in the early afternoon.


    At a nce, she understood why even Little Wang thought these were all imposters.


    In fact, these kids were just like the typical street punks popr nowadays, with dyed yellow and green hair, wearing gold chains. Those who had pagers made sure to show them off, and those who didn''t would wear electronic watches, pretending they were pagers.


    Judging by their faces, these kids were at most fifteen or sixteen years old.


    Feng Ha and a skinny boy who looked like a little monkey seemed to be the wealthiest among them.


    Their gold chains were visibly genuine, and each had arge mobile phone attached to their waists.


    Feng Ha was still just a child himself, with visible innocence on his face.


    Once, he too was Yan Peiheng''s grandson.


    If it weren''t for his father Feng Yu being worthless, and Mi Lan insisting on divorcing Yan Wei, this child, under Yan Wei''s education, wouldn''t have fallen to such a state. So when Chen Men saw Feng Ha, she felt quite ufortable and regretful.


    However, this regret quickly vanished because just as Chen Men entered, young Feng Ha seemed dissatisfied and said to Little Wang, "Chen Dashing, this is too low-ss. What''s so special about coffee? We want a feast, we want to sing karaoke. I heard the VIP building has hostesses - get one for each of us."


    Chen Dashing was the alias Little Wang had created for himself.


    He, Little Wolf, and John, wearing old-style blue pocket school uniforms with crew cuts, sat among these fashionable young troublemakers like three chicks among a flock of cranes.


    How old was Feng Ha? Fifteen? And he already knew about calling hostesses?


    Chen Men''s sympathy vanished instantly.


    The other skinny boy, thin as a monkey, said, "Yeah, coffee isn''t even as good as c. My uncle is Deputy Director Wang from the city bureau. If your family wants to do business, I can easily drop some connections that would make your family rich. You invite me out just for coffee? Are you treating me like some Sunday entertainment?"


    Little Wang, John, and Little Wolf were quite embarrassed. These kids loved to y around, and with onemand, he had gathered them here since ten in the morning.


    But his father had notified him at midnight to wait here, saying he woulde after his meeting ended.


    Yet even now, why hadn''t his father appeared?


    "Hurry up, Chen Dashing, we want a feast and karaoke. Don''t tell me you''re broke?" another kid said.


    The monkey-like boy was the most impatient and dissatisfied, angrily saying, "Damn, we''ve run into someone who''s both poor and pretentious. Let me tell you something without bragging - you know Hu Baiye? He''s a big businessman doing major deals in Fujian and Xiamen ports. Just one call from me, and we can get any hostess we want, sing any karaoke we like. In the dance hall, we get the prettiest hostesses, drink the most expensive foreign liquor. Ever heard of Sprite mixed with XO? Add a cigar to that, and I''m living like a god. Who''s ever seen such a stingy poor bastard like you, just offering coffee? I''m the kind who drinks Sprite, you''re just an idiot!"


    Sprite and idiot - the boy''s insults even rhymed.


    Though it was noon, the caf¨¦ was in a dark corner, so the lighting was particrly dim.


    At this moment, Yan Peiheng, Minister Qi from the Public Security Department, Chao Commander, and several other senior leaders were standing at the caf¨¦ entrance, watching these young troublemakers.


    The family reunion meeting was officially beginning.


    Just then, Minister Qi from the Public Security Department narrowed his eyes and turned to Wang Xudong: "Old Wang, isn''t that your nephew? The one you helped transfer the household registration for?"


    Transferring household registration was a big deal. Since his daughter had already transferred out, Wang Xudong''s operation wasn''t illegal, but it still required his wife''s and the minister''s consent.


    After all, without a capital city household registration, even with 600 points in the college entrance exam, you might not get into a capital city university, but with one, things could be different.


    Wang Xudong looked over - that skinny little monkey was indeed his nephew.


    Because of poor academic performance, his brothers had begged him to transfer his daughter''s household registration out and transfer his nephew''s in, so the nephew could easily get into university.


    The same nephew who constantly promised to take care of him in his old age.


    To transfer the household registration for him, Wang Xudong had fought bitterly with his wife, to the point where his daughter wouldn''t even acknowledge him anymore.


    He had always believed Wang Qi was the hope of the Wang family. So what if he liked to y a bit? What trouble could a kid get into? Going out for some barbecue, drinking some beer, that was nothing. Making some friends wasn''t a big deal either. Kids will be kids, ying with other kids, nothing serious about that.


    But listen to him now - not only did he know about mixing XO with Sprite, but he could also call hostesses at will and smoke cigars.


    How much was a bottle of XO? How much did a hostess cost?


    Meanwhile, his daughter at university in another city only had fifty yuan for monthly living expenses, and she still managed to save fifteen yuan from that.

 Chapter 151

    The scene was deathly silent, followed by an awkward silence. Someone said, "I don''t recognize any of these kids."


    Another person chimed in, "Neither do I."


    Chao Commander stared for a long time, then turned to Yan Peiheng and asked, "Which one of them imed to be my grandson?"


    Yan Peiheng replied, "I don''t know either. At least among those I know, none of your grandsons are among them."


    Currently, currying favor,working, and corrupting the second and third generations are indeed serious issues in Hua Country''s political circles. People like Chao Commander, while he himself may not be involved, all the retired leaders from the military are his subordinates. As long as they use his name, they can get things done smoothly.


    His voice was low, yet authoritative without the need to raise it. Looking around, he said, "If anyone wants to believe them, go ahead. If anyone wants to use my name, Chao Xin, to deceive others, iming to handle rtionships, policies, or even rescuing people, feel free to do so. But I, Chao Xin, will not take responsibility. I am also about to retire soon, and Yan Peiheng will take over. You all know his temper."


    Slowly, everyone''s gaze shifted to Yan Peiheng.


    How could they not know? Today''s gathering was organized by Yan Peiheng after hearing that someone was using his name.


    Having worked in the military for a lifetime, his style is well-known among the retired leaders.


    Even his own son can be taken to court and deported; who wouldn''t be afraid?


    Just like when the tide recedes, you can see who is swimming naked.


    At this moment, everyone spontaneously moved away, distancing themselves from Wang Xudong, the deputy director.


    Among that group of troublemakers, only Wang Xudong''s child was there, the rest were just a bunch of small-time crooks using the name of an old leader to deceive others.


    Howughable, Wang Xudong''s nephew, the one his four brothers had high hopes for, was mixed up with such a bunch of small-time crooks.


    Wang Xudong looked shocked, but in such a situation, he still had to defend himself.


    Kids, after all, y and mess around; even if his nephew had befriended small-time crooks, it wasn''t a big deal.


    Moreover, he saw Yan Ha. Who doesn''t know Yan Ha, the adopted son of Yan Wei? After his biological mother, Mi Xue, passed away, his stepmother, Mi Lan, married Feng Yu, and the child was raised by Mi Lan and Feng Yu.


    It wasn''t a big deal, and without Feng Ha, his nephew wouldn''t have mixed with these crooks.


    Yan Peiheng wasn''t a steel that could be without desire; he also had ws, and Feng Ha was his w.


    With a forced smile, Wang Xudong was about to speak up to defend himself when Yan Peiheng said again, "Let''s go, let''s eat. Yan Zhao, during his time abroad, collected some evidence. The evidence indicates that certain capitalist powers are quietly transporting toxic waste into our country through ports in Xiamen, and a group of unscrupulous businessmen have been taking in medical and nuclear waste. He ims to have already obtained the evidence. Let''s eat and listen to his report."


    Deputy Director Wang''s head buzzed again.


    Three of his brothers were in Xiamen doing import-export business.


    Doing business was good; after all, their formerly poor family had gradually improved due to their business. His wife often urged him to persuade his brothers not to break thew, aspared to poverty, a stable future was more important for him and his daughter.


    Whenever his wife mentioned this, Wang Xudong would re at her, using her of being petty and always suspecting his brothers of wrongdoing. He believed that his brothers, for his career, would never break thew, and everyone was making money, so why couldn''t his brothers?


    But now, the truth wasid bare, and the facts were clear. His brothers, who had grown up with him, eating sweet potatoes and sharing hardships, had pulled him into this mess without his knowledge.


    How could they still eat? This was his own banquet of doom!


    He reached for his belt, wanting to beat his nephew, but would it still be useful?


    At that moment, a voice came from behind, "Director Wang, let''s go, let''s eat."


    Turning around, everyone had left, and standing in the sunlight was Yan Zhao.


    The sunlight behind him illuminated his crew cut, each hair standing out clearly.


    This was once his most capable regimentalmander, a living devil on the battlefield.


    They had even made a pact: Yan Zhao would serve in the military for life, guarding the border, while he would transfer to local governance.


    Yan Zhao had once held his hand and said, "Not being corrupt, not epting bribes, that''s the bottom line. We are both from poor backgrounds, not afraid of bleeding and sweating on the battlefield, but afraid of not resisting the temptation. In peacetime, we must also agree not to cross that line."


    How did he not hold on? No, he did hold on, but his brothers, those born from the same father, for whom he and his wife were even considering divorce, how did they stab him in the back?


    Step by step, Wang Xudong felt like he was drowning, walking up to Yan Zhao, reaching out to grasp his hand.


    Yan Zhao''s strong hand sped Wang Xudong''s, leading him to eat.


    Meanwhile, Little Wang was facing the dilemma of inviting guests.


    It wasn''t that he didn''t want to invite them to dinner; he had the money ready, but the Chinese restaurant at the Grand Hotel was not epting individual guests today, so he was subjected to a barrage of curses from a group of so-called ''high-ranking officials'' children.


    In Little Wang''s mind, figures like Chao Commander, his grandfather, shoulde in, recognizing these little bastards.


    But how could that be? Chao Commander and the others were very busy today, and they certainly wouldn''te to recognize these little brats.


    So Little Wang watched his grandfather approach the entrance of the coffee shop and then watched him leave.


    "Are you going to treat us to dinner or not?" the skinny monkey impatiently asked.


    ...


    "Fine, I''ll call Hu Baiye and let him treat us. Damn it, what bad luck," the skinny monkey said, standing up. There were sugar cubes on the table; he was a bit angry, suddenly grabbing a few and throwing them at Little Wang''s head before walking away.


    Little Lang couldn''t stand it and jumped up to grab the skinny monkey''s arm, "What the hell are you doing?"


    "What, I''m pissed that you guys stood me up, what''s wrong with that? If you have the guts, hit me. My uncle is..." the skinny monkey shouted loudly.


    Little Wang had to calm the situation; after all, his father''s goal had been achieved. He had to look after John and Little Lang; his brother Little Lang still wanted to join the military in the future, and he couldn''t have any scars. That was the most important bottom line. For this, Little Wang could endure being scolded but would never fight.


    "Stupid idiot, can''t even afford a Sprite," the skinny monkey said as he left.


    Little Wang got a bit angry again, "I can afford Sprite, buddy, how about a bottle?"


    "Sprite without XO is just a fart. Goodbye, don''t let me see you in the Capital City again, or I''ll beat you up every time," the skinny monkey said, pointing at Little Wang as he left.


    Well, a bunch of small-time crooks, still so arrogant, left.


    John''s clothes should be Little Wang''s. The three boys'' heads were shaved yesterday by Yan Peiheng, because these years the Guo Fucheng hairstyle was popr, and Little Wang and Little Lang were secretly growing their hair, nning to get a middle parting, but today they all had crew cuts.


    The three boys, who hade to make a ssh, ended up being looked down upon by a group of second-generation elites. Sitting in the coffee shop, they looked like three little quails, huddled together.


    Just then, a group of so-called ''high-ranking officials'' children passed by Chen Men, who was about to call Little Wang and take them to the Western restaurant for a meal.


    But at that moment, someone called out from behind, "Chen Men?"


    It was Gu Xiao. He had probably been here for a while, sitting in a wheelchair at the coffee shop bar, watching a group of second-generation elites pass by his eyes.


    Just now, Chao Commander and Yan Peiheng were also here, so he must have heard their entire conversation from start to finish.


    Overall, the effect was not bad, as he was able to hear what Chao Commander said on the spot.


    Chen Men then walked over.


    Gu Xiao gestured for her to lean down, and his gaze was fixed on the group of delinquent-like youngsters who had just left the caf¨¦. Pointing at them, Gu Xiao cleared his throat and said, "Chen Men, you see these kids, don''t you? With their multicolored hair, their vulgarnguage, and their despicable behavior, they are the new generation born in the 1980s in Hua Country. Looking at them, do you still believe this country has any hope?"


    This statement was rather harsh.


    After all, Chen Men has three children, all born in the 1980s.


    At this moment, Little Wang, Little Lang, and John were also sitting in the caf¨¦.


    His sweeping criticism included Little Wang and Little Lang as well.


    Yan Dongxue, fearing Chen Men would be upset, quickly gave her a look, signaling her not to be angry.


    Chen Men was not angry; in fact, she felt quite gratified.


    Gu Xiao, this old man, is proud and stubborn.


    In the past, he would see the chaos in Hua Country but never speak up.


    He even enjoyed ying small tricks, allowing those who sought to profit from him to suffer, watching them fail and be humiliated.


    Back then, he didn''t love Hua Country, or perhaps he hadn''t yet discovered the deep affection and hidden love he had for his homnd. Now, despite his harsh words, he has trulye to regard Hua Country as his own.


    The deeper the love, the deeper the criticism, and the more concern.


    He finds fault with everything because he cares about the development of this country.


    He worries about its future.


    Children are the hope and future of the nation.


    Little Wang and Little Lang, along with those delinquents, were all born in the 1980s.


    Before meeting that skinny kid, Chen Men hadn''t realized something, but after seeing him, a memory from her past life clicked into ce.


    In her previous life, Yuanyuan had a particrly close girl friend who, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, disfigured a group of young boys and was even rumored to havemitted rape. Her parents, after that, went mad, petitioning everywhere in Xiping City, hoping the court would help catch the perpetrators.


    But after a long time of petitioning, the case was never resolved.


    That was in 1997, the year Hong Kong returned. The case eventually faded away.


    At the time, Chen Men had seen the materials the girl''s parents posted outside the court. There was a boy, skinny as a monkey, and today, after meeting Wang Xudong''s nephew Wang Qi, she recognized him as the main culprit who disfigured the girl.


    A Shaanxi native, his uncle was the deputy director of the municipal bureau in Capital City.


    In her previous life, at this time, Yan Zhao was still a small patrol captain in the Jindong branch, and the rtionships within the higher echelons of Hua Country were moreplex, deeper waters. The girl''s parents, up against the director of the Capital City police bureau and his beloved nephew, were bound to suffer in vain.


    Chen Men never forgot this incident in her past life and had been quietly investigating the girl, but since she hadn''t found the main culprit, she hadn''t mentioned it to Yan Zhao.


    Today, this matter had to be brought up.


    And so, when Gu Xiao said that the 1980s generation made him feel this country and its people had no hope, Chen Men found herself at a loss for words.


    But just then, suddenly, Little Wang jumped up in the caf¨¦ and shouted, "Yan John, that''s not fair. Yes, even if I can''t mix with those delinquents and suffer, you saying I don''t understand Hua Country culture and can''t read ancient books, that I don''t ept. Come on, let me recite the longest ancient poem for you."


    Adults have their own affairs, and children have theirs.


    Apart from external matters, the conflicts and frictions between John and Little Wang had not yet been resolved.


    Little Wang''s actions with those ''high-ranking officials''s children'' were still a mystery to John.


    But boys don''t like to suffer.


    So today, after Little Wang, John, and Little Lang suffered a setback in front of the ''high-ranking officials''s children'', John felt very ufortable.


    And recently, John had been studying Hua Country culture.


    "The Art of War" was too difficult, and most of the characters were unfamiliar to him, so Yuanyuan, very considerately, gave him a "300 Tang Poems," saying even a three-year-old in Hua Country could understand it.


    John tried it at home, and even Little Beibei could recite the first poem, "Spring Morning."


    But that was simple, only 20 characters.


    He still didn''t believe it; he thought Little Wang, who never opened a book, certainly couldn''t understand it either.


    Little Wang yed his own game, and John yed his. From the moment they left the house until now, John had been holding a "300 Tang Poems," flipping through it, and he found a particrly long poem with very obscure characters, "The Song of the Lute." He didn''t believe that such a difficult and lengthy poem could be recited by Hua Country''s children.


    So now, holding the book, he said, "Go ahead, I''m listening."


    In fact, if it were any other poem, Little Wang wouldn''t be able to recite it. His mind was on making money, and ancient poems were nothing.


    But "The Song of the Lute" is what? A must-memorize for the college entrance exam, just like "Ten Chapters of the Analects," "The Peach Blossom Source Record," and "The Memorial of the Warring States." The teacher repeatedly emphasized that those who couldn''t recite it were fools, better not to enter the exam room and embarrass themselves.


    And he''s in his first year of high school now; "The Song of the Lute" is nothing. When ites to Tang poems, Song ci, and Yuan qu, that''s the peak of his life''s richness. This was like hitting the jackpot.


    It was time for the kids to go home.


    In their big blue canvas school uniforms and neatly cropped, close-shaven hair, if it weren''t for their tall stature, with Little Wang''s childlike face, they could pass for elementary school students.


    He walked and recited: "At the riverside of Xunyang at night to see off a guest, maple leaves and reed flowers rustle in the autumn breeze. The host dismounts and the guest boards the boat, raising cups to drink without music..."


    He recited quickly and walked fast, from the dark to the light, stepping into the brightness. John, holding the book, had to run after him, flipping through theplex characters, his eyes darting back and forth.


    And Little Wang had already recited: "I left the imperial capitalst year, banished to Xunyang, where Iy sick. Xunyang is remote andcks music, never hearing the sound of strings all year. Living near the low and wetnd by the Pen River, with yellow reeds and bitter bamboo around my house..."


    These were a few clean-cut youngsters.


    With beaming smiles, they walked over from the other side of the caf¨¦.


    Little Lang, recalling something, continued from where his brother left off: "In August, the autumn wind howls fiercely, lifting threeyers of thatch from my roof. The thatch flies across the river, scattering over the riverside..." The little guy met Chen Men head-on, his dark face beaming with a mouthful of white teeth: "Mom!"


    John, walking and tripping over the table legs, swayed and continued flipping the book. Little Wang was still reciting "The Song of the Lute," and Little Lang''s middle school must-memorize "The Thatched Cottage Blown Apart by Autumn Wind" was halfway through. The kids stopped simultaneously upon seeing Chen Men.


    John, holding that "300 Tang Poems," was about to be crushed on the spot.


    He couldn''t believe it, he simply couldn''t believe it. How could Little Wang and Little Lang recite suchplex texts off the cuff? He was about to lose it, his world was in chaos.


    He had once thought himself a well-read schr, a top student, but now he felt like a fool.


    "Let''s go, I''ll take you guys out for some Western food today," Chen Men said with a smile.


    Little Wang and Little Lang were now using the superficial knowledge they had crammed to impress poor John, and Chen Men, who heard them reciting poems every day, knew this all too well.


    So, meeting their eyes, the two boys blushed with shame.


    "Professor Gu, would you like to join us for dinner?" Chen Men asked, looking down at Gu Xiao.


    Gu Xiao sped his hands together, quietly watching John, Little Wang, and Little Lang.


    Three clean, refreshing young men, each looking at the other, smiling brightly.


    He gazed at the three clean and neat boys for a long time. After a while, he gently patted Chen Men''s hand and raised his head to say, "Chen Men, I take back what I just said."


    Children like Feng Ha, Wang Qi, and Hu Haihe made Gu Xiao feel that this country had no hope.


    But children like Little Wang, Little Lang, and John.


    Aren''t they the very hope of this country?

 Chapter 152

    Little Lang was halfway through hisughter when suddenly, his smile slowly faded. The child''s voice trembled as he asked, "Mother, what happened to your neck? Why are you injured?"


    Chen Men touched her neck and didn''t feel anything unusual. "It''s nothing," she replied.


    Little Wang''s face also changed. "But your neck... Mom, let''s go to the hospital right away."


    John finally lifted his head from the vast ocean of Chinese ancient culture and carefully looked for a while. Then heughed, "You idiots, that''s called a hickey. It''s a mark left by a kiss. You really are naive."


    Finally, he found some knowledge blind spots of Little Wang and Little Lang. He was so proud that he almost wanted to wag his little tail.


    He pulled Little Wang aside and whispered something, causing Little Wang''s face to turn red in an instant.


    Chen Men had forgotten about it in the morning. Last night, it was the first time Yan Zhao had learned to "nt strawberries," leaving marks all over her body, on her back, chest, and even her thighs.


    But she couldn''t talk about this casually. Little Wang was currently in his sprint phase of high school, and he shouldn''t hear such nonsense.


    "John, stop being mischievous. Auntie had a cupping sessionst night. You know, the traditional Chinese medicine method of detoxifying with cupping," Chen Men said seriously.


    Ah, cupping?


    Little Lang immediately said, "Yes, yes, yes, Mother must have been cupping. John, you don''t understand cupping in traditional Chinese medicine, do you?"


    In fact, there is also traditional Chinese medicine and cupping in the United States, but John lives in a whitemunity and ispletely different from the old Chinese in Chinatown. Therefore, traditional Chinese medicine and cupping are also his knowledge blind spots.


    "What is cupping?" This was a soul-stirring question from the ignorant John.


    That noon, Chen Men took several children, including Gu Xiao, to dine at the VIP Building''s Western restaurant.


    Gu Xiao had not paid much attention to Yan Zhao''s two sons before. After all, the children he had been paying attention to and sponsoring were from the Yan Jun family. Mac was out of the question; in Gu Xiao''s opinion, that child was already spoiled. But John and Jim were top-notch in his eyes.


    Jim is currently in the United States, a follower of the Chinese cult theory, constantly praising how great China is. This has even sparked a Chinese craze among his American ssmates, making many of them yearn for China.


    During this meal, John didn''t eat much; he was mostly listening to Little Wang and Little Lang exin ancient Chinese poetry to him.


    They talked about the level and oblique tones, the neatness, the rhythm, and the meaning of ancient Chinese poetry.


    Do you think "Spring Dawn" is just 20 characters?


    No, when interpreted, it can be an article of a thousand words.


    And a thousand-word article can be perfectly condensed into 20 characters by Chinese characters.


    John listened in a daze, his eyes sparkling. He even announced that afterpleting his medical master''s degree in the United States, he would return to China. He must conquer Chinese culture.


    The old man watched silently, although he didn''t say anything, Chen Men guessed that he must have felt a mix of emotions. Once, he had sponsored Yan Jun, hoping that Yan could betray his roots and take the children topletely escape to capitalist countries.


    In a sense, this was Gu Xiao''s victory. But now, not only had John and Jim sessively rebelled, but even Gu Xiao himself was gradually recognizing this country and its cultural and political systems.


    After the meal, Gu Xiao needed to go upstairs to rest.


    But before leaving, he had to mention another matter, "By the way, Chen Men, these days I had Dongxue take a look at your milk powder factory..."


    Yan Dongxue quickly added, "Sister, your milk powder factory should be able to seed. Just looking at the exterior, it has an international ir. I read an article in yesterday''s newspaper, written by a professor from a agricultural university, specifically on food safety and quarantine of milk powder. And that professor also specifically rmended the milk powder from your Ba Yi Food Factory."


    Men''s milk powder being rmended in the newspaper shows its quality is indeed good.


    As fellow vigers, Yan Dongxue was also happy to see Chen Men''s milk powder selling well.


    Chen Men chuckled and replied, "Is that so? When I go back, I should take a look at that article."


    In fact, that was a soft-advertisement in the newspaper.


    Although it was written by a professor from the food safety department of a agricultural university.


    But how could a big professor know about the unlisted Ba Yi milk powder and write that article for no reason? Of course not.


    To get that professor to publish the article, Chen Men had Gao Xiaomei run to the agricultural university eight times in one year, and provided the professor with all the experimental data of Ba Yi milk powder. Not to mention, the professor had his own grandson drink the milk powder for half a year. It was only after the professor was sure the milk powder was indeed safe and more nutritious than other milk powders that he wrote the article seriously and published it in the newspaper.


    People only see the thief eating meat, but not the thief getting beaten.


    For that article, Chen Men had shed blood and sweat, and it was only right that she should reap the benefits.


    This way, the reputation was established, and even Yan Dongxue believed in the quality of her milk powder.


    Not stopping there, Yan Dongxue added, "Imported milk powder doesn''t suit Professor Gu''s constitution. Do you have form milk powder for the elderly? Save some for me, I''ll go pick it up."


    "Sure," Chen Men said.


    She saw the regret and sadness in Gu Xiao''s eyes.


    This stubborn and confident old man had made a bet with Chen Men using a small nket, based on his belief that Chinese people are selfish and short-sighted.


    It was based on his conviction that the milk powder business would never seed.


    But now, it seemed the milk powder business was about to take off.


    The old man felt he was about to lose the nket.


    That kind of regret and sadness was beyond words.


    He was already thin, and now only his eyes remained, looking at the three children in front of him.


    The three children who were reciting ancient poetry, their eyes blinking from time to time, both cloudy and bright.


    These were Su Wen''s grandsons, her bloodline. Gu Xiao had never liked children before, except for Yan Xing, whom he had never loved. Even for Yan Xing, that love was based on the fact that she was a girl and would follow her mother wherever she went.


    But now, seeing these innocent and lovely teenagers with skin tones ranging from ck to white, he suddenly felt a paternal love for children deep within his heart.


    Perhaps Su Wen really didn''t love him, but Su Wen was his lifelong faith. When a person has no goal to live for, they will seekfort from behind. He firmly believed that even if Su Wen didn''t love him when she was alive, when she saw him living in confusion, saw how hard he tried to raise so many children, and lived for her, she would surely meet him after her death.


    But that nket, it was his only concern in life, and because of his blindness and arrogance, he seemed to be about to lose it.


    Chen Men looked at the old man and felt a bit of pity.


    In fact, she had brought that small nket with her when she came to the capital. After this busy period, she nned to return it to Gu Xiao. But for now, she wouldn''t mention it. She was very busy recently and probably wouldn''t have time to see Gu Xiao again, so she was afraid the old man would worry if she brought it up.


    After this lunch, there was a banquet in the evening, which Chen Men had to attend. There was also a public flower-giving ceremony for the police officers'' wives. She had been worried that she was too ordinary in what she wore yesterday and might not look good on camera.


    But when she arrived at the scene, she was relieved.


    Because the other family members were also ordinary people, very ordinary. Suddenly in such a situation, they were just as shy and uneasy as Chen Men. Everyone felt a bit embarrassed.


    As soon as the ceremony was over, the family members should go home, and the peacekeeping police should go home too, including Yan Zhao.


    As early as noon, Yan Zhao had reported to the leaders at the dinner table about Hu Baiye and the international waste business, and pointed out that Wang Xudong was likely the backer of Hu Baiye.


    That meal, Wang Xudong ate, was unspeakably awkward.


    It wasn''t a feast of betrayal, but rather a beheading feast.


    But currently, he was still in office.


    After all, in the Chinese officialdom, there is rarely an immediate dismissal, everything is in the process.


    This just happened, and as soon as things were settled, Wang Xudong sought out Yan Zhao. By now, his emotions should have calmed down quite a bit.


    Smiling, he first reached out to shake Chen Men''s hand: "I didn''t get a chance to greet you properlyst night in the room, my apologies. By the way, I just heard that you are quite a renowned figure in Xiping City. I have a cousin working at the tax bureau there, currently a bureau-level leader, named Wang Qin. Do you know her?"


    Throughout the whole day, Yan Zhao had been too busy for Chen Men to mention Wang Qi''s matter to him.


    Just then, someone walked over to greet Wang Xudong, and Chen Men turned Yan Zhao aside, saying only one thing: "Yan Zhao, if you are willing to believe that I have lived another lifetime, then believe me. Wang Xudong''s nephew will, in the future,mit rape and disfigure a girl who dislikes him. Moreover, after the incident, he won''t even be sent to a juvenile detention center, all because Wang Xudong is a deputy director in the capital."


    For the first time, Yan Zhao didn''t catch it clearly, until Chen Men repeated it, and then he understood.


    "Who is the girl?" he asked.


    Chen Men didn''t know how to put it into words, but still said, "A good friend of Yuanyuan''s."


    Yan Zhao''s eyes narrowed into a long slit at that moment.


    He was a parent, with a daughter, and had also met Wang Qi, who was skinny as a monkey, always spouting vulgarities. Yuanyuan had also mentioned to him yesterday that the boy had even hit a girl to force her to toast Little Wang.


    Rape and disfigurement were things that no parent with a daughter dared to imagine.


    And any parent seeing such a perpetrator would unhesitatingly want to crush him.


    That kind of person was a degenerate, a beast, not even within the definition of humanity.


    At this moment, Wang Xudong finished greeting the person and turned back, still smiling, and said, "Yan Zhao, we were oncerades-in-arms. Your mention of my affairs at today''s conference, I admit, I may have been too lenient with my brothers, allowing them to get away with too much. I am willing to change, but this is how society is now. Just because we don''t break thew doesn''t mean those around us will abide by it either. Take your wife, for example..."


    He had just mentioned having a cousin working at the tax bureau in Xiping City.


    That statement was a threat, implying that if Yan Zhao continued to investigate him, he wouldn''t hesitate to have his cousin investigate Chen Men.


    Chen Men cut in, saying, "Deputy Director Wang, our 271, my Xingda Construction Team, wees any form of tax audit. Because I have never evaded taxes, not even a penny."


    In an era where everyone was involved in shady ounting and ck money deals,


    for Yan Zhao to stand tall, Chen Men had been paying taxes by the book, fearing no threats. Wasn''t that a joke?


    Yan Zhao was witnessing the gradual corruption of hisrade-in-arms from the battlefield.


    He was even leading the other to reveal his dirty, shameless, and bottomless heart.


    He shook Wang Xudong''s hand and said, "By the way, Director Wang, I have arade''s son involved in a case of gang rape and disfigurement of a girl. Your case can be big or small, but this case, you have to help me out with, smooth things over, how about it? If you help me, I''ll help you out with your situation."


    He was trying to see if he could trade the whitewashing of a rapist for Wang Xudong''s criminal activities to go unpunished.


    Was he willing?


    This was actually a trap, but Wang Xudong had changed, no longer believing in Yan Zhao''s sincerity and passion from the battlefield. After all, in today''s officialdom, there was no such thing as integrity and honesty; transactions and interests were the eternal themes.


    So without much thought, he blurted out, "Sure."


    The two shook hands, each giving it a few vigorous shakes.


    In Wang Xudong''s view, he and Yan Zhao had struck some kind of deal, and he was likely to be safe now.


    But in Yan Zhao''s eyes, a hypothesis held true: Wang Xudong might have fought bravely on the battlefield, but hecked the most basic moral bottom line. Gang rape and disfigurement of a young girl were things that anyone would be outraged by. The moral bottom line of being human was to never tolerate such cases.


    Yet he agreed so easily.


    So, when his nephew was involved in gang rape and disfigurement of a girl?


    Therefore, not only did Wang Xudong''s case need to be thoroughly investigated, but Feng Ha, Hu Haihe, Wang Qi, and those kids must also be taken seriously. Otherwise, in the future, they would harm and jeopardize the safety of the entire social order.


    In fact, Wang Xudong was like a grasshopper in autumn, struggling in vain.


    The Minister of Public Security was a soldier under Commander Chao and had once worked with Yan Peiheng. Today, the two old leaders collectively expressed their anger at a dinner table, criticizing the public security work extensively, and even said they would reflect on it to the higher-ups at the next Beidaihe meeting.


    How could he not be anxious, how could his scalp not tingle?


    So as soon as Yan Zhao left, the Ministry of Public Security called to say they were holding an emergency meeting on international waste, issuing a document to investigate Wang Xudong, and would also discuss with the State Council to urgently legite and introduce policies for severe crackdowns.


    This meant that Wang Xudong had to prepare to rot in jail from now on.


    The term "severe crackdown" at the Ministry of Public Security was synonymous with execution.


    Wang Xudong was probably going to face execution this time.


    Yan Zhao had to go work overtime, getting into a Hongqi car and disappearing into the bustling streets.


    Chen Men got into her old Jeep and had to head home.


    When she got home today, Yan Peiheng was also startled by Chen Men: "What happened to your neck?"


    The children hadn''t gone to sleep yet, and the three boys answered in unison: "It''s from cupping!"


    Yan Peiheng looked and felt the cups were a bit small. Since he felt his body was quite tired recently, he asked Chen Men, "Where did you get this done? Introduce me, I want to go too."


    Before Chen Men could speak, Qi Songlu couldn''t help but tease, "Third Brother did it for Men, Dad. If you want, I''ll go out and ask around to see who has cups, and I can do it for you too."


    She actually wanted to do something nice for the old man.


    But how could Yan Peiheng let his daughter-inw help with cupping? This kind of thing was better done by a son.


    That night, Yan Zhao had an all-night meeting at the ministry. The next day, he started his new duties and was busy all day. In the evening, he bought some vegetables and just arrived downstairs when he ran into Yan Peiheng and Minister Xu, who had also just got off work.


    "Old Xu, my son is really good at cupping. He should have some small cups, smaller than the usual ones. Let him do me tonight, and tomorrow night youe to my house, let him do you too, for rheumatism," Yan Peiheng said.


    Minister Xu said, "Let Old Cui do it too, and Old Lin, we all need it."


    "Do it, everyonee, as long as Yan Zhao has time, let him help us all!" Yan Peiheng concluded.


    Yan Zhao stood there,pletely clueless about what was happening.


    ...


    Before long, it was time for the New Year, and the sale of milk powder should officially begin.


    With the experience of 271, Chen Men was well-organized.


    Newspaper and TV advertisements wereunched ahead of the sales. This Spring Festival, Chen Men made up her mind to invest all her dividends from 271 into TVmercials, buying a five-second spot before a drama on CCTV with just eight words: "Bayi Milk Powder, Military Quality."


    Though short, it was catchy enough to make everyone remember, achieving the desired effect.


    Soft ads, i.e., newspaper ads, were also gradually published in various magazines.


    By this time, many parents shopping in stores and wholesale markets were already consciously looking for Bayi Milk Powder. Chen Men didn''t spend money on distributor conferences but sent salespeople to negotiate on-site. Once a deal was made, a nutritionist was assigned to monitor and provide scientific exnations about milk powder and nutrition.


    A salesperson''s monthly sry was only five hundred yuan, but having her in a store or supermarket meant that the ce was effectively a direct-operated store of Chen Men''s.


    This sales method wouldn''te into being until ten yearster in the previous life.


    Although it wasn''t like 271, where a single order could bring in a lot of money, it was continuous and increasingly rapid.


    Every day, Bayi Milk Powder was breaking its own records.


    As more people drank it, it gradually became a trend, a fashion, and if a child in the neighborhood hadn''t had the 81 Form Milk Powder, you wouldn''t be able to join in the conversations when strolling around with your child.


    In terms of daily life, with Yan Zhao around, Chen Men could only describe it with four words: suddenly rxed.


    After all, Yan Zhao worked at the Public Security Bureau, so there was no need to worry about the schools for their three children.


    Household chores, as long as he was there, Chen Men didn''t need to lift a finger.


    Before they knew it, spring had arrived. Chen Men intended to find someone to renovate the Little Red House and move in.


    But Yan Zhao told Chen Men not to worry, saying he would handle it himself.


    He had almost be a carpenter once and enjoyed doing some renovations. Over the weekends, he carried buckets of cement and paint, and after about two months, one day, he suddenly announced that the house was renovated.


    Chen Men had long been tired of living with her father-inw and wanted to move to the Little Red House, especially since any intimate moments between her and Yan Zhao could only be had in the bathroom.


    In her mind, she thought Yan Zhao had just painted the walls, cleaned the old cabs, and tidied up. Although she didn''t particrly like living in an old house, with all their money invested in the milk powder factory, there was no extra budget to renovate a two-story house. She could only make do for now.


    However, the moment she stepped into the Little Red House, she was stunned.


    The tiles in the living room on the first floor had been reced, the sofa was new, the wooden floors on the second floor, though old, had been lifted and cleaned, and everything that could be reced in the kitchen and bathroom had been. The beds and cabs were brought by Xiong Dapao from their old home in Xiping City, dismantled and transported during one of his cargo runs.


    About Chen Men''s bed, it went like this:


    Xiong Dapao met a female colleague from the tax bureau during a blind date. During their honeymoon in Foshan, they found some excellent furniture, including a particrlyfortable bed, and ordered one for Chen Men.


    The solid wood bed with a palm fiber mattress was neither too soft nor too hard, offering just the rightfort. Chen Men had slept on it for two years and felt it was the mostfortable bed she had ever slept on in her life. She even mentioned it to Yan Zhao.


    And now, Yan Zhao had brought that bed back to the capital!


    Although Chen Men had realized from the day she married him that Yan Zhao was a million times better than Lu Jingyu and Yan Xishan, she couldn''t help but feel touched when she saw the bedroom.


    In her previous life, although she lived in mansions, none of the houses were decorated to her liking, and she always felt a sense of discement. She was also quite nostalgic and liked old things. When she first left Xiping City, she always felt like her heart was floating, unable to feel at home in the capital.


    It wasn''t until she saw her bed in the bedroom of the Little Red House, with the walls painted the same color as her old home in Xiping City, that she suddenly felt she had a home again.


    She even felt that it would be nice to grow old in this home.


    Summer was almost here, and it was inconvenient to continue living with her father-inw. John had already returned to the United States.


    That very night, eager to move, Chen Men carried her pillow and moved into the Little Red House.


    It had been half a year since Wang Xudong, Feng Ha, and Hu Baiye underwent a thorough investigation by the Ministry of Public Security.


    They are currently all under detention.


    In terms of life, Yan Zhao was renovating.


    In terms of work, since he worked at the Ministry of Public Security, there were fewer errands to run.


    So Yan Zhao couldn''t find anyone in the ministry to help him keep an eye on things, but there was a young man he quite liked, Qi Zheng, Liu Jingjing''s boyfriend. The young man had been in the army and was now working at the municipal bureau, very sharp.


    Considering what Chen Men had mentioned about Wang Qi''s n to rape and disfigure a young girl, Yan Zhao asked Qi Zheng to keep an eye on Wang Qi and Feng Ha.


    All the adults in their families are under trial, so logically, Wang Qi and Feng Ha should have lost their influence, but Mn, Feng Ha''s current wife, had been poor once before and had a lot of experience. She had a lot of money stashed abroad and cash hidden elsewhere. There was no money in the public ounts, and the house was rented.


    The police investigation was in vain.


    She married Feng Ha for money, and now that she had money again, she wasn''t about to let the police take it away.


    She had plenty of experience dealing with the police.


    So while the police detained Feng Ha and Hu Baiye, at least Mn''s money was still safely in her pocket.


    With money, Wang Qi and Feng Ha could still livevishly.


    So their lives weren''t really affected.


    Qi Zheng kept an eye on them for a while and finally found a lead. Wang Qi and Feng Ha had invited two girls from an art school to a video hall in the market. The video hall was closed during the day, secretly ying pornographic videos, and they were of the particrly disgusting, multi-male, multi-female type.


    He was spying with Liu Jingjing, afraid that the girls would be harmed, so he didn''t dare leave and sent Liu Jingjing on her Forever electric bike to the Ministry of Public Security to call Yan Zhao.


    Watching pornographic videos as minors would result in detention, education, and school criticism.


    Liu Jingjing rode her electric bike at full speed to find Yan Zhao.


    Yan Zhao didn''t have a government car yet, and the roads were too congested, so Liu Jingjing''s electric bike was faster. He rode all the way to the video hall, ready to catch the little rascals. At that moment, he thought he should at least keep the little rascals for some education and let the school criticize them. After all, they were just kids, and they could be reformed.


    But he still thought too kindly of the children.


    Someone might have been keeping watch because as soon as Yan Zhao rode into the market on Liu Jingjing''s electric bike, Wang Qi and Feng Ha took the girls and slipped out the back door.


    They entered the video hall, where it was already empty. The dirty, smelly little video hall had a table with a box of Zhonghua cigarettes, opened beers, and a few small fruit tes, and the TV was still ying.


    This kind of video hall in the market, with mostly transient poptions, was hard to find the owner.


    The TV was still ying pornographic videos, and in the counter''s cab, Yan Zhao even found a few boxes of ecstasy. Ecstasy was still rare in China, especially among teenagers. Involvement with this stuff was a big problem.


    They might use this stuff to drug and rape girls, and the nature of such a crime was as serious as rape.


    Of course, this matter was no longer just about detaining and educating a few kids.


    Wang Qi was 15, and Feng Ha was about to turn 16, almost an adult. If they reallymitted rape or drugged rape, they could be charged.


    When he came out of the video hall, the TV was showing a scene with a woman on top, a man below, both Japanese, looking despicably lewd. Yan Zhao found it offensive and turned off the TV with a snap.


    Taking the bus home, Chen Men hadn''t returned yet, and the house was quiet.


    Yan Zhao then decided to go to the milk powder factory to pick up his wife and buy some groceries on the way back.


    Suddenly, he heard Yuanyuan giggle in the bedroom.


    Then came Little Wang''sughter: "Fun, right?"


    "Fun, fun, brother, it''s so much fun," Yuanyuan kept giggling.


    Yan Zhao looked up at the wall, where Little Lang''s shooting gear was missing, and at his feet, where Little Lang''s slippers were arranged in an "eight" shape at the door. This meant Little Lang was out, leaving only Little Wang and Yuanyuan in the bedroom.


    Yan Zhao also faintly heard the rapid breathing of a man and a woman from the TV, with the woman seemingly crying, then suddenly screaming.


    Immediately, his hair stood on end.


    The first floor was the bedroom for him and Chen Men, with a TV in it because he often had to review case files, and also a VCR.


    A 16-year-old boy and a 14-year-old girl, Little Wang and Yuanyuan, what were they doing?


    Wang Qi and Feng Ha would take girls to pornographic video halls and even prepare ecstasy, but those weren''t good kids. Yan Zhao had always believed that his sons were different from others, that they were his pride.


    But now he felt that Little Wang was also going bad, no different from Wang Qi and the others.


    Yuanyuan was still so young, not yet 14.


    Little Wang was courting disaster!


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    At the Public Security Bureau, they don''t carry guns during office hours, but they do have them, usually locked in their drawers.


    Yan Zhao fished out his gun from the drawer, opened the magazine, and saw there was one bullet. He chambered it, flipped the safety off, turned, and without hesitation, kicked the bedroom door open. His gaze and the gun''s muzzle immediately fixed on the bed.


    Little Wang was sitting on the edge of the bed, his ears perked up, but he hadn''t heard anyonee in. Instinctively, he jumped up and reached for the remote.


    Yuanyuan was sitting on the window seat, which was open to the garden outside. She was watching a movie while chatting with the elderly neighbor next door, who was pruning flowers in the garden.


    They were watching "A Chinese Odyssey," and Yan Zhao''s entrance couldn''t have been more ill-timed. Little Wang paused the movie just as Bai Jingjing was straddling Zhi Zunbao, bending down to bite his belt.


    It was exactly the same scene Yan Zhao had just seen in the pornographic video at the video arcade.


    The situation was extremely awkward. Little Wang wanted to fast-forward through this embarrassing scene.


    But with his father pointing a gun at him, he didn''t dare.


    Yuanyuan, sitting on the window seat, also raised her hands in fright at the menacing Yan Zhao.


    Their dad seemed to have gone mad!

 Chapter 153

    "The Moonlight Box" - Yan Zhao had specifically bought tickets to watch this movie at the theater before returning to China, having heard that Yuanyuan was in it.


    Yuanyuan only made a brief appearance in the film.


    The plot was aplete mess, making no sense, and it made Yan Zhao want to punch someone.


    But this was exactly what young people loved and celebrated these days - its nonsensical nature and humor.


    When Yan Zhao was in Cambodia, he had also seen the scene where White Crystal rode on Destiny Treasure. If it weren''t for wanting to check whether Yuanyuan''s name was in the credits, he would have left immediately. Yet look at Little Wang and Yuanyuan - they were thoroughly enjoying it.


    That''s the kind of thing they liked.


    While waiting for fate''s judgment, Little Wang nervously touched the remote control, and suddenly Destiny Treasure and White Crystal on TV started getting busy, fumbling with belt buckles while trying to kiss each other.


    Yuanyuan quickly yanked out the power plug, making the TV screen go ck instantly.


    "Yan Wangqi?" Yan Zhao called out.


    That shout made both Little Wang and Yuanyuan''s scalps tingle, but just then, Yan Zhao''s pocket started ringing - it was his "Little Smart" phone, a tiny internalmunication device used by the public security system.


    Yan Zhao holstered his gun, took out the phone, and walked out, presumably the matter wasn''t finished, leaving the two kids locked inside.


    But could he really keep them contained?


    Little Wang quickly climbed out the window, then pointed to his shoulders, gesturing for Yuanyuan to step on them. He helped her escape through the window, letting her run away first. When Yan Zhao returned after his phone call, only Little Wang remained in the room.


    "I need to go out for something. Tell your mom I might not be back tonight, Yan Wangqi..." Yan Zhao looked at his son, his eyes narrowing to slits.


    With no one else at home, Little Wang took a deep breath, as if gathering courage, and suddenly blurted out: "Dad, Yan Shengnan is my sister, and I understand better than you how to protect her."


    Meeting his son''s stubborn gaze, Yan Zhao red fiercely - usually, such a re would make Little Wang back down, but not this time. He stared back calmly at Yan Zhao, spreading his hands as if to say: Come on, try to break me, let''s see who''s more stubborn.


    There was urgent work to attend to, so Yan Zhao had to leave.


    As he closed the door, Yan Zhao couldn''t shake the feeling that Little Wang still hadn''t given up his mischievous intentions.


    Leaving the house, he saw Yuanyuan hiding in the bushes like a little rabbit, watching him. Once he was far enough away, Little Wang jumped out the window, and the two walked together. Yuanyuan suddenly punched Little Wang, who responded with a gentle flick to her forehead - while Yuanyuan hit hard, Little Wang always stayed gentle.


    Anyone who''s been there would understand what was going on.


    What could be done? Even if their household registrations could be separated, their blood rtion was too close - marriage would be impossible in the future.


    For the sake of the children''s future ability to have their own families, Yan Zhao had to separate them.


    He had to be the bad guy in this situation.


    Meanwhile that day, Chen Men encountered something peculiar.


    Zhou Xueqin, who had disappeared six months ago after failing to get close to Little Lang, suddenly showed up at the milk powder factory near closing time.


    Although they hadn''t yet turned a profit, the military-grade August First milk powder had made its mark in the market, with demand exceeding supply. Chen Men still focused primarily on product quality, which was crucial for milk powder, and needed someone thoroughly trustworthy to oversee it.


    That person was none other than Gao Xiaomei, the daughter-inw of Army First Commander Cui.


    Gao Xiaomei, who hadpleted a correspondence course in Food Engineering at the Agricultural University, now held a bachelor''s degree and was pursuing a master''s degree while working. She served as the factory director.


    If Xue Mingfang was the soul of 271, then Gao Xiaomei was the pir of the milk powder factory.


    Today, Zhou Xueqin had specificallye to see Gao Xiaomei.


    Given Zhou Xueqin''s proud nature, one wouldn''t expect her to meet acquaintances in her current fallen state.


    To Gao Xiaomei, Zhou Xueqin appeared to be in poor condition, wearing flip-flops and a dirty tank top of indiscernible color, her permed hair yellow and tangled.


    For someone who used to be so beauty-conscious and proud, her willingness to meet old acquaintances was already quite moving.


    However, she didn''t seem tock money, as she immediately presented Gao Xiaomei with a stack of diesel fuel vouchers stamped by a gas station in Xiamen Province.


    Gao Xiaomei''s brother ran a small electric wheel processing factory in Xiamen, and diesel fuel was in severe shortage nationwide. At a nce, those fuel vouchers were worth 200,000 yuan at market price.


    Zhou Xueqin offered to transfer these vouchers for just 30,000 yuan, with an unusual request.


    She only wanted to exchange the money for a job - specifically, as a cleaner at the military shooting range.


    Currently, Cui Zixiang was in charge of military personnel matters, and arranging for a cleaningdy at the shooting range would be simple.


    With these fuel vouchers, Gao Xiaomei''s brother could generate 800,000 yuan in profit.


    Zhou Xueqin explicitly stated that while she wasn''t doing well, she had no ill intentions. She exined that when people are sessful, they only think about enjoyment, but when they fall on hard times, they especially miss their children. She had no other requests - she just wanted to spend time with her son through this cleaning job.


    Ordinary people, as their status rises with the tide, gain power that brings easy money.


    And money is the root of what drives everyone crazy.


    However, as a university graduate with an educated background and her father-inw in such an important position, Gao Xiaomei struggled internally while looking at the potential 800,000 yuan profit. She decided to temporarily ept the vouchers and hand them over to Chen Men, then told her everything about Zhou Xueqin''s situation.


    As a mother herself, Gao Xiaomei was moved by Zhou Xueqin''s maternal love.


    But she couldn''t ept the vouchers - after all, selling something worth 200,000 for 30,000 was clearly problematic.


    Giving the vouchers to Chen Men, Gao Xiaomei said, "Boss, there have been rumors that Zhou Xueqin owes loan sharks money and is in a desperate situation now. Could you consider how to handle this? If she''s being pursued by loan sharks, maybe we should help her?"


    Regardless of whether the vouchers were legitimate, Gao Xiaomei left it to Chen Men to investigate.


    But as a mother herself, she felt Chen Men should understand and fulfill Zhou Xueqin''s wish to see and reconnect with her child.


    Chen Men just smiled without saying anything.


    In fact, regarding the loan shark situation, Zhou Xueqin and Lu Jingyu had actually gotten lucky and resolved it safely.


    The mastermind behind Lu Jingyu''s high-interest loan was Hu Baiye.


    Normally, someone like Hu Baiye wouldn''t let Lu Jingyu off the hook.


    However, due to the international waste material case, Wang Xudong had fallen, and Hu Baiye had been detained by Fujian police.


    His entirepany was nearly all arrested, and the loan shark operation fell apart.


    Because of this, Zhou Xueqin and Lu Jingyu''s loan crisis had been resolved. They had borrowed 8 million yuan, which they had already spent, but now, due to Hu Baiye''s arrest, they didn''t need to repay a single cent and could cleanly take possession of two buildings.


    So, if Zhou Xueqin''s crisis was resolved and she no longer needed to use Little Lang, why was she still persistently seeking opportunities to spend time with him, willing to pay 30,000 yuan for the chance?


    Hearing Gao Xiaomei describe her pitiful state, could it really be genuine maternal love?


    As a child, the worst thing is to encounter parents like Zhou Xueqin.


    They don''t raise you when you''re young, but once you''ve grown up and they''ve fallen on hard times, theye clinging to you, using love as leverage to make you support them.


    It was like a reversed life - what Little Lang was facing now was exactly what Yuanyuan had faced in her previous life.


    But let''s set that aside for now.


    Currently, because Yan Peiheng was getting old and Chen Men''s family had moved out, the Military Commission had assigned a housekeeper for Yan Peiheng - a retired nurse from Suzhou who was an excellent cook.


    Although the family lived in the Little Red Building, whenever Yan Peiheng got off work early, he would invite everyone back for dinner every few days.


    The children never liked to go, and since Yuanyuan and Little Wang could cook for themselves now, Yan Peiheng couldn''t convince them toe. So he would call Chen Men to summon the children.


    Chen Men had to return home and order the children to go upstairs for dinner.


    As soon as she entered the house, she saw Little Lang in the kitchen, while Little Wang and Yuanyuan were nowhere to be seen, and the bedroom was quiet. Little Lang practiced shooting every day, his grip on the gun getting stronger, often causing him to lift his arms with difficulty. At the moment, he was kneading dough, but his shoulders hurt, so he had to take breaks. Seeing Chen Men enter, he quickly said, "Mom, quietly, don''t disturb, my brother is tutoring my sister."


    "Studying upstairs?" Chen Men asked.


    She could hear a buzzing sound of static electricity in her bedroom.


    "In your bedroom, some questions need to be watched on TV," Little Lang whispered.


    Chen Men could guess with her buttocks that the two older ones were definitely up to no good.


    But the older children didn''t y with the younger ones, and those two always liked to ditch Little Lang when they were up to mischief.


    Poor Little Lang always thought they were studying hard.


    At such a young age, to avoid disturbing the older ones'' studies, he, like Yan Zhao, took on all the household chores.


    Chen Men took over the dough from Little Lang, kneaded it clean in a few strokes, smeared it with oil, wrapped it in stic, and put it in the fridge. She nned to mix some meat fillingter and bake it into meat pies for breakfast the next morning.


    Then, she gave Little Lang a knowing look and led him to the garden, indicating he should look through the window to see what his brother and sister were really doing.


    The first-floor window was open. Yuanyuan was holding rice crackers in one hand and seaweed bamboo shoots in the other, sitting cross-legged on the windowsill, with a bottle of Wahaha on herp, eating happily while watching TV,ughing so hard she almost fell over.


    On the colorful TV screen, Zhu Yin was lively and mischievous, her round eyes and mouth strikingly simr to Yuanyuan''s as she watched the TV.


    Little Lang, who had done half a day''s worth of chores, truly believed his brother and sister were studying. Seeing them watch TV happily, he opened his mouth in shock and heartache: "Mom, they''re secretly watching videos, not including me."


    Chen Men gave Little Lang an understanding look and suddenly pped the window: "Yan Shengnan, Yan Wangqi,e on, let''s go to your grandfather''s for dinner."


    The two in the bedroom had just been scolded by Yan Zhao and shouldn''t have been watching.


    But the movie was just too interesting. After watching "A Chinese Odyssey Part One: Pandora''s Box," how could they not watch "A Chinese Odyssey Part Two: Cindere"? At this moment, it was showing the scene where the monk sang ''only you,'' which was too captivating for the kids to stop. The sudden pping of the window by their mom startled Yuanyuan so much that she almost fell off the windowsill.


    Unlike their dad, their mom, besides giving them a stern look and telling them to include Little Lang next time, didn''t scold them.


    You know, "A Chinese Odyssey" was a banned film specifically mentioned by the school principal, yet Chen Men not only didn''t restrict the children like other parents but even let Little Lang join in and watch.


    How good their mom was, Little Lang didn''t need to say much.


    Alright, after calling out the two older ones, it was time to go upstairs for dinner.


    Before the children went upstairs, Chen Men needed to call Yan Zhao to discuss the oil vouchers Zhou Xueqin had given. The stamps on the oil vouchers were from a private gas station, and gasoline, in any era, belonged to state-owned enterprises. Therefore, the 200,000 yuan worth of oil vouchers were illegally obtained smuggled oil from a ck oil factory.


    Smuggled oil, like international waste, was all smuggled goods.


    Gao Xiaomei thought these oil vouchers were bought by Zhou Xueqin to give to her, but Chen Men knew Zhou Xueqin better.


    She believed that Zhou Xueqin, after escaping the pursuit of loan sharks, had gotten involved in the smuggling of ck oil, which was in the same category as international waste. Otherwise, if she were really that destitute, how could she give away 30,000 yuan worth of oil vouchers so casually?


    ck oil, unlike international waste, was currently explicitly prohibited from being sold and could lead to arrest.


    But policies would soon be introduced, and importing ck oil would be punishable byw.


    Once Zhou Xueqin really got involved, if she were caught and convicted in the future, it would leave a stain on Little Wang and Little Lang''s records.


    The Little Smart phone was just being piloted in the country, and the signal wasn''t very good, failing to connect several times.


    When Chen Men asked Little Wang, she found out that Yan Zhao had gone on another business trip.


    He didn''te back that night, nor the next day.


    As for Zhou Xueqin, Chen Men informed Gao Xiaomei to dy things a bit.


    Little Lang was now 13 years old, and due to his exceptional shooting skills, Yan Peiheng had submitted his file, and he might be specially recruited into the military academy as soon as he turned 15. If Zhou Xueqin got into trouble because of the oil, the previous seven or eight years of training for the child would be in vain.


    He wouldn''t be able to join the special forces.


    This time, since Zhou Xueqin had shown up, she couldn''t let her escape. Yan Zhao had to solve this problem once and for all. If Zhou Xueqin was really destitute, Chen Men wouldn''t mind giving her some financial help, but she couldn''t continue to drag the children down.


    Thinking of how Yuanyuan was dragged down by Yan Xishan in her previous life and how Little Lang would suffer the same fate, Chen Men couldn''t help but get angry.


    This couldn''t be told to Little Lang, but it could be told to Little Wang.


    Chen Men told Little Wang the whole story and asked him to be vignt. If he met Zhou Xueqin, he must inform her. This wasn''t Chen Men being petty or deliberately picking on Zhou Xueqin, but for Little Lang''s future.


    You know, Zhou Xueqin, although she had been on the wrong path before, hadn''tmitted any crimes.


    If she got involved in the ck oil business, it would be equivalent tomitting a crime.


    If Little Wang really sympathized with his birth mother, he couldn''t hide it when they met in the future. He had to tell his dad, which was truly in his birth mother''s best interest.


    Poor Yan Wangqi, today he had packed "A Chinese Odyssey" and was about to send it to the post office to mail it to John and Jim, so they could experience the nonsense culture of our country. Upon hearing that his mom was harassing Little Lang again, the ''only you'' he was humming in his throat suddenly got stuck.


    The child''s two slender hands neatly packed the video tape, and at the moment of packing it, he tied a bow, gently pressed his hands on the video tape box, and looked up with a smile: "Don''t worry, Mom. Even if she doesn''t look for me, as long as she''s in the capital, I''ll find a way to find her. I''ll also help you find out what she''s up to."


    Regardless of whether Zhou Xueqin would look for him or not, Little Wang decided to take the initiative to find Zhou Xueqin.


    He wanted to find his birth mother, Zhou Xueqin, and he would do what he said.


    It was already summer vacation, and it was the hottest time in the capital.


    Yuanyuan had to go to practice the piano, and at the moment, she and Little Lang were still glued to the TV, reluctant to turn away.


    The TV was showing Zhao Lirong, singing: "In spring, flowers bloom at fourteen-five, on the sixth of June, watch the grain show..." This was the most popr sketch this year, and it was reyed on TV every day. Anyone who saw it couldn''t bear to leave.


    And anyone who watched itughed, except for poor Yan Wangqi, who couldn''tugh when he heard that his birth mother was up to no good, even involved in ck oil.


    But he wouldn''t ck off on his work.


    It was too hot to drink hot water, so Little Lang and Yuanyuan''s water bottles were chilled in the fridge. He took out the water bottles, wiped them clean with a towel, put Little Lang''s in his backpack, and hung Yuanyuan''s around his own neck.


    After tidying up, he said, "Yan Shengnan, do you still want me to take you to practice the piano? Let''s go now."


    Yuanyuan finally turned away reluctantly, went out the door, and there was a shiny little electric scooter waiting.


    This was the tool Little Wang used to take Yuanyuan to practice the piano every day.


    The three children squeezed onto the electric scooter, first dropping off Little Lang at the shooting range, then taking Yuanyuan, and Little Wang rode off on the electric scooter.


    Chen Men went out, saw the scorching sun, opened an umbre, and walked to work.


    Yan Zhao returned on the third night. Of course, as soon as he got home, he called Chen Men to tell her that he had gone to Fujian for a few days to gather evidence and had been busy. Now, he was on his way home.


    This brings us to the issue of international waste.


    Although the source has been curbed, the most worrying thing has still happened.


    Arge batch of nuclear waste was found among the international waste.


    The person who took over didn''t know what it was, touched it with bare hands, and buried it along the coast, just shallowly buried in a vige. It had been half a year since then, until in the vige where the waste was buried, more than a dozen people were diagnosed with cancer at the same time, and many others experienced unexined bleeding and coughing up blood. People realized something was wrong and reported it to the public security bureau for on-site investigation.


    This is a very troubling matter. Nuclear waste, smuggled in, those unscrupulous merchants were paid a few thousand yuan, but now the state has to spend hundreds of thousands to bury it.


    But that''s not the most troubling part. What''s even more troubling is that arge batch of ck diesel contaminated with radiation, transported in along with the nuclear waste, has already disappeared without a trace.


    Anyone who uses this radioactive ck diesel will get sick!


    Yan Zhao went to Fujian for this very reason.


    However, this is part of his work and not something he discusses with Chen Men.


    What he wanted to talk to Chen Men about was still the matter of Wang Qi, Feng Ha, and those few kids.


    This matter was being monitored by Liu Jingjing and Qi Zheng for him. Today, Qi Zheng was out on business, so Liu Jingjing came to report to Yan Zhao. Recently, Liu Jingjing has been seeing and talking to Chen Men a lot. Her father pushed her to learn the art of conversation through Chen Men.


    And this art, she nned to apply it to Yan Zhao.


    Recently, because Qi Zheng never proposed to her, she wanted Yan Zhao to put some pressure on Qi Zheng to make him propose. After finishing the case, she tried to ask Yan Zhao in a roundabout way, "Uncle Yan, how do you think Ipare to Sister Men?"


    This was like walking into a trap.


    Yan Zhao''s gaze was fixed on the factory gate as he said three words, "You''re far behind."


    Liu Jingjing was furious. She thought Yan Zhao would at least say they were about the same. If he did, she could say, "You value Qi Zheng so much, and I''m not that different from Sister Men. Why don''t you talk to him and get him to propose to me?" This way, she would have praised Chen Men, making Yan Zhao happy, and also pressured Qi Zheng.


    But this stern, bad uncle, this living King Yan, just wouldn''t y along.


    The tricks she learned from Chen Men didn''t work on him at all.


    Just then, Chen Men came out of her unit. Liu Jingjing secretly rolled her eyes at Yan Zhao and waved to Chen Men before leaving.


    Yan Zhao and Liu Jingjing had already discussed the case.


    Knowing that Chen Men was anxious about the case of those kids, Yan Zhao took the umbre from her hand and held it for her as they walked and started talking.


    It turned out that Wang Qi and Feng Ha and those few kids were not just potential criminals as Chen Men had deduced.


    They had alreadymitted a crime.


    Recently, there was an incident where a girl in an art school was preparing to hang herselfte at night. Her dorm mates saved her and reported the case. Upon inspection by the school, it was discovered that this 17-year-old girl was pregnant.


    She was only 17 and had no boyfriend. Normally, she should have been staying in the dormitory. How could she be pregnant?


    ording to her, her only contact with boys was with Wang Qi and Feng Ha, who had threatened her to go out and watch a video, and that was it.


    The girl herself confessed that she saw it was a lewd video and wanted to leave, but suddenly felt extremely sleepy and fell asleep. When she woke up, her clothes were intact, so she didn''t think much of it.


    It wasn''t until she recently found out she was pregnant that she realized she might have been raped at that time.


    When Qi Zheng asked about the ce where they watched the video, it was the same video hall he had investigated, which proved that the girl was raped by Wang Qi and Feng Ha there.


    Normally, if the girl was willing to testify, the police could arrest and prosecute Wang Qi and Feng Ha.


    But the difficulty now is that the girl and her parents, who initially said they would consider it, as the victims, probably feared damage to their daughter''s reputation, left the Public Security Bureau quietly and returned to their hometown.


    In other words, to protect their daughter''s reputation, they decided to swallow the fact that she was vited.


    And thus, they endured in silence.


    If it was intentional rape or gang rape, even if under 16 years old, they should be sentenced.


    But this kind of case is most afraid of the victim''s parents not cooperating.


    If they don''t sue or appear in court, without witnesses, what can the police do?


    So, Qi Zheng has already gone to the girl''s hometown to do the family''s ideological work.


    Yan Zhao is currently waiting, hoping Qi Zheng can persuade the girl to testify.


    After discussing the case, Yan Zhao asked, "What do you want to eat tonight? I''ll make it for you."


    Chen Men wanted something cool on such a hot day. She wanted liangfen (a type of jelly made from starch), but not bean powder, but potato starch, and it had to be hand-rolled by Yan Zhao, with lots of vinegar to make it fragrant. However, in the capital, potato starch isn''t popr, so Chen Men could only mention it.


    Yan Zhao paused, "There''s a ce that really has hand-rolled noodles. If you want to eat, I''ll drive you there now."


    Where in the capital would there be potato starch?


    But when Yan Zhao mentioned the specific ce, Chen Men realized it probably existed.


    Now, every prefecture-level city has a "Zhujing Office" in the capital, which is a restaurant specializing in local home-style dishes. It''s also a gathering ce for local leaders and businesspeople in the capital.


    All ingredients are brought from the local area, and the chefs are as well.


    No matter where you are from, when you get to the Beijing Office, you''ll definitely find the vor you like.


    But Chen Men thought of the children and hesitated, "Forget it, the kids..."


    "Call home and tell them to eat at their grandfather''s ce," Yan Zhao said.


    Chen Men thought it made sense. On such a hot day, her father-inw''s ce does have someone cooking. It''s rare that she has something she wants to eat, and they''re not short of money or time, so why not go.


    A call home, and Yan Zhao drove them to the Beijing Office to eat potato noodles.


    It''s said that the Beijing Office''s hulu tou (a type of pork head meat) is also excellent, and the mantou (steamed bun) is well-made. It''s a good chance to have some and satisfy the craving.


    The Beijing Office wasn''t too far away, in the Xinjiekou Hutong.


    How did Yan Zhao know? It was quite coincidental because the ce was near the small yellow video hall.


    He passed by and saw the sign, Shaanxi vor, Hand-Rolled Potato Starch, Gourd Head Steamed Bread.


    At that time, he thought that if Chen Men wanted to eat her hometown vor, he would take her there.


    When they arrived at Xinjiekou, they couldn''t park on the street, so they had to find a parking lot first.


    Then the two of them walked in.


    Normally, in such a big capital, people wouldn''t run into each other unless they were in familiar ces.


    But Chen Men''s eyes weren''t bad. At the alley entrance, she saw Little Wang riding an electric scooter with Yuanyuan, both heading into the alley.


    This alley also functions as a market, selling everything.


    Little Wang wore a big sun hat, and Yuanyuan wore one too. Both had small sunsses, Little Wang''s were Zorro-style, with a ck circle, and Yuanyuan''s had a red circle with a small strawberry, a two-dor toy.


    These two little rascals, they must have left Little Lang behind and were having fun outside.


    In such a big capital, they rode an electric scooter and wandered quite far, all the way to Xinjiekou.


    "Hey, look," Chen Men had to call Yan Zhao, asking him to look.


    Unlike Chen Men, who would just find it amusing to see the two kids having fun, Yan Zhao wasn''t as easy-going.


    Little Wang''s mischievous intentions seemed never to fade. Yan Zhao was already very angry. He certainly wouldn''t think too badly of his son, but it just so happened that not only was the Beijing Office in this alley, but the yellow video hall was too.


    Looking at his handsome son, Yan Zhao tried his best not to think the worst.


    But he still pulled Chen Men''s hand, signaling her to walk slower and not disturb the two little rascals.


    A brother and sister, a pair of teenagers, riding an electric scooter, eating and wandering, looked both deserving of a beating and happy.


    Passing by a pancake shop, Little Wang bought a pancake and let Yuanyuan eat it first while he rode slowly ahead. When Yuanyuan finished half, he stopped and took it to eat himself.


    Yuanyuan was about to get angry when Little Wang pointed ahead, and Yuanyuan immediately patted Little Wang''s back, "Brother, you''re so great."


    There was a seller of hawthorn cake ahead, which was also Yuanyuan''s favorite. How could she eat more after finishing a sesame seed cake.


    Another piece of haw jelly, Yuanyuan ate, and Little Wang rode the scooter, eating half, then handing it to Little Wang.


    There were even tastier treats ahead, like chestnut cakes, just a small piece, which used to cost a dor but had now risen to five dors. Sure enough, the two kids each got one.


    Little Wang and Yuanyuan were ahead, while Yan Zhao and Chen Men walked slowly behind, maintaining a tacit understanding.


    Chen Men felt a slight difort in her heart, a difort she couldn''t quite put into words but was nheless present.


    She thought Little Wang was too considerate, in contrast to Yan Zhao, who was like a piece of tofu dregs after giving birth to him.


    Such feelings shouldn''t exist when facing her children, but she just couldn''t shake off the difort.


    "Chestnut cake, should I buy you one too?" Yan Zhao suddenly asked.


    Chen Men suddenly felt a bit better. She realized that what she wanted was also the carefree feeling of being pampered, just like Yuanyuan, strolling and eating without a care in the world.


    "I can''t finish a whole piece," Chen Men replied.


    Yan Zhao said seriously, "How could that be? Every year on your birthday, I buy them, and you always eat three pieces."


    As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his wife stop, stamp her foot, and re at him with a mix of reproach and anger.


    And Yan Zhao, not knowing what he had done wrong, asked again, "Isn''t that right?"


    This dog man.


    Birthdays are different from ordinary days. Middle-aged women are not little girls; they need to maintain their figure. Eating three pieces of chestnut cake every day, could she still fit into an S-sized dress?


    In that instant, Chen Men became angry. She had intended to throw a tantrum at Yan Zhao.


    But just then, Yan Zhao suddenly reached out and pushed Chen Men into a corner.


    With one hand, he pressed her against the wall.


    Chen Men''s heart pounded as she looked up at the man, his dark skin, bulging arms, broad and cool chest, and the expression on his face, which strangely reminded her of a breed of dog, the German Shepherd.


    As Yan Zhao pressed closer, Chen Men even slowly closed her eyes.


    She didn''t like keeping dogs, but now she thought, if she had a German Shepherd, she would probably like it.


    She thought this dog man might be about to do something extraordinary, like the popr "wall-banging" move among young people, but then she heard him say, "Shh, don''t move. That''s Zhou Xueqin. Are Little Wang and Yuanyuan here to find Zhou Xueqin?"


    At this point, Chen Men felt like a Siberian Husky.


    "Where? Where is she?" she asked.


    Yan Zhao pointed with a gesture, and Chen Men saw Zhou Xueqin at the far end of the market, in a narrow alley, wearing flip-flops without heels, carrying a vegetable basket, and shuffling along.


    Apparently, she lived here.


    Earlier on the way here, Chen Men had discussed with Yan Zhao about Zhou Xueqin harassing Little Lang and the oil coupons. At that time, Yan Zhao didn''t say much, not knowing what situation she was in now, as she was his ex-wife.


    They could only find out after locating her.


    But Yan Zhao was too busy to search for Zhou Xueqin in the vast capital.


    Yet just moments ago, he suddenly saw Little Wang pull Yuanyuan aside, turning their backs.


    Then he saw Zhou Xueqin shuffle past the two children.


    Little Wang then locked up his electric scooter, leading Yuanyuan, quietly and slowly, following Zhou Xueqin.


    "Has Zhou Xueqin approached Little Wang? He must know Zhou Xueqin''s address and came on his own," Yan Zhao asked Chen Men again.


    Zhou Xueqin was the birth mother, and a birth mother should be the most beloved person to a child.


    But no matter how much he loved her, he shouldn''t deceive the adults at home. After Chen Men had patiently exined the principles to him, he shouldn''t secretly contact Zhou Xueqin without informing her.


    Yan Zhao thought Little Wang was secretly contacting Zhou Xueqin behind Chen Men''s back and became angry.


    Chen Men quickly raised her hand and said, "Little Wang wouldn''t secretly contact Zhou Xueqin. I think he''s quietly tracking her."


    She didn''t know how Little Wang found Zhou Xueqin.


    But Chen Men trusted Little Wang''s character. Even if he had deep feelings for Zhou Xueqin, as long as he had promised her, he wouldn''t change. Otherwise, he wouldn''t have brought Yuanyuan along.


    Indeed, Zhou Xueqin turned into a small building, but Little Wang and Yuanyuan didn''t follow. They stayed wandering around the vegetable stalls downstairs.


    Zhou Xueqin went upstairs for a while and appeared on the balcony of a unit on the second floor.


    She already looked quite slovenly downstairs, and after going upstairs, for some reason, she seemed even more dispirited. Slowly walking to the balcony, she lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and nced down.


    One after another, she finished one cigarette and tossed the butt down, then lit another.


    It was 1995, and society was not yet very open.


    Women smoking, even in ces full of streetwalkers, was considered immoral.


    People would roll their eyes at such behavior.


    So when someone looked up and saw her, they couldn''t help but roll their eyes, and the local uncles and aunties would point and criticize, spitting to express their discontent.


    Zhou Xueqin seemed to be used to people''s disdain and didn''t care, smoking three cigarettes in a row before turning back inside.


    Not far from downstairs,


    Little Wang and Yuanyuan, both wearingrge sun hats and small sunsses, each bought a small milk ice cream and squatted under a big tree to enjoy it.


    Chen Men and Yan Zhao were watching the two children from a distance.


    Little Wang and Yuanyuan were watching Zhou Xueqin, while they were watching the two kids.


    Perhaps Little Wang''s carefulness and consideration made Yan Zhao feel a sense of crisis, or maybe it suddenly made him understand something. He actually bought Chen Men an ice cream for the first time.


    He even chatted with the shopkeeper for a while and managed to get Chen Men a small stool to sit on.


    The couple wanted to see what Little Wang was up to.


    After about half an hour, Little Wang suddenly reached out, pressed down Yuanyuan''s hat, and then his own.


    Being a public security officer, Yan Zhao was alert. He suddenly bent down, turned around, and blocked Chen Men.


    In fact, Chen Men had already seen. She saw Lu Dabao in a T-shirt so dirty it was hard to tell the color, leading Wang Qi, who looked like a skinny monkey, and Feng Ha, who was round and white, into the alley.


    If it were just these three kids, Chen Men wouldn''t have been so shocked.


    But then she saw Lu Jingyu following behind the children, one hand carrying a big watermelon, the other holding a big mesh bag filled with various ice creams.


    It seemed that Feng Ha and Wang Qi were honored guests of the Lu Jingyu family.


    Lu Dabao was very enthusiastic towards them, and Lu Jingyu also did his best to entertain, chatting andughing all the way, bringing the children upstairs.


    At this point, Yan Zhao could already vaguely confirm something.


    He just needed to verify it.


    He didn''t move, watching from afar as Little Wang pressed down his hat, stood up, and then turned to the other end of the alley.


    The other end of the alley was a narrow passage only wide enough for one person.


    Yan Zhao had once entered this alley to catch Wang Qi and Feng Ha, who were taking a little girl to watch pornographic videos.


    They had escaped through that narrow passage.


    Yan Zhao now guessed that the pornographic video hall should be run by Lu Jingyu and his son.


    He still waited. After about three minutes, his pager rang.


    Looking at the phone number, it was a public phone.


    Yan Zhao picked up and said "Hello," and it was Little Wang on the other end.


    The child first asked, "Dad, have you returned to the capital?"


    Yan Zhao replied, "Yes, I''m back."


    Little Wang continued, "Recently, she''s been to my mom''s unit. I heard my mom say she might be involved in some illegal activities. I don''t think we can sit idly by, so I went to Lu Dabao''s old school to inquire and found out where Lu Dabao is living now. Then, guess what, Dad, I found her."


    So, Zhou Xueqin was still deliberately avoiding Little Wang and Yan Zhao.


    In the capital, finding someone who was deliberately hiding and using a false name was not easy.


    But Little Wang had his ways.


    Although Lu Jingyu and Zhou Xueqin had divorced, they had originally done so for a high-interest loan. Now that the crisis had been resolved, they might reunite for the sake of their interests.


    And indeed, through Lu Dabao, Little Wang managed to find Zhou Xueqin.


    On the phone, Little Wang was still saying, "I''ve been following them for two days now, Dad. Guess what? I found out that Lu Jingyu runs a video hall, and Wang Qi and Feng Ha are regr customers here. Just now, they sneaked in through the back door again."


    This exined why Liu Jingjing and Qi Zheng weren''t noticed when they were tailing them.


    As soon as Yan Zhao entered the alley, Wang Qi and Feng Ha could sense it and slip away.


    Because the video hall was actually run by Lu Jingyu.


    Downstairs, they yed pornographic videos and engaged in the vile act of drugging and raping young girls. On the second-floor balcony, either Lu Jingyu or Lu Dabao would keep watch. If they saw someone familiar like Yan Zhao, they would notify the gang, and those hooligans would naturally run away.


    Yan Zhao held the phone, still silent.


    Little Wang continued, "Dad, when I came yesterday, I noticed a strange smell on Wang Qi. That smell, I once smelled on Feng Yu, remember? Feng Yu waster found to be smoking marijuana."Aliali: 6722db2f2f514816a8103045


    After a pause, the little guy added, "I think Wang Qi is using drugs."


    Yan Zhao sincerely wanted to say that if Yan Wangqi didn''t get obsessed with making money, he would be an exceptionally excellent detective.


    In just three days, if he was willing, he could find the hideouts of Zhou Xueqin, Lu Jingyu, and others in the capital.


    And just by passing by, he could tell if someone was using drugs based on their smell.


    "I just observed, Wang Qi is having a drug craving. He should be about to use drugs. Dad, here''s an address. Bring some people to arrest them. I''m currently blocking the small path they might use to escape," Little Wang said again.


    So, even though they couldn''t arrest Wang Qi and Feng Ha for rape yet.


    But being caught using drugs could still put them behind bars for now.


    As for Lu Jingyu, did he really used to be a tycoon?


    From being unable to pay off high-interest loans to running a small pornographic video hall and harboring drug users.


    Yan Zhao felt that he was even less upright than Yan Xishan.

 Chapter 154

    Since Little Wang is such a capable son and thoughtfully blocked the only exit, Yan Zhao couldn''t afford to fall short of his son''s capabilities. Of course, when ites to police investigations, it''s not as simple as Little Wang imagined, where they would have to fight criminals bare-handed.


    A call was made to the Xicheng District Public Security Bureau. Yan Zhao introduced himself as Yan Zhao. The police officer who had been picking his teeth and was about to let out a fart quickly retracted it and dropped the toothpick.


    Yan Zhao, the living devil of the ministry, had toppled the deputy director of the general bureau as soon as he took office. Every police officer in the city knew him.


    "Reporting to the leader, we will be there immediately," he said.


    "Remember to bring more people," Yan Zhao said, looking up at Zhou Xueqin, whose hair was yellow and dry, her face aged, and wearing a faded tank top.


    He suddenly remembered the day they went to get their marriage certificate. Zhou Xueqin had been very ttering towards him the entire way, but she also kept asking about his background and connections, and how powerful his father was in the capital.0


    From the very beginning, this woman had approached him because of his family background and connections, only to end up with nothing.


    And now, what exactly is she still seeking? Knowing that Lu Jingyu is engaging in illegal activities, she still helps him keep watch?


    If she truly loves Little Wang and Little Lang, her actions are pushing the two children towards an uncertain future. Doesn''t she know this?


    Lighting another cigarette, she took a deep drag and gently flicked the ash downstairs.


    Once she had been proud of her looks and figure, but now it seems she doesn''t care about any of that anymore.


    She lives like aplete wreck.


    Arresting people is a matter of moments. After all, it''s the Ministry of Public Security, and the order from Section Chief Yan Zhao of the Investigation Section not only brought the police but also coordinated with the armed police.0


    In less than five minutes, armed police surrounded the entire alley.0


    Using a cannon to kill a mosquito almost scared all the streetwalkers in the alley to death.0


    Of course, Wang Qi, who was busy injecting drugs, Feng Ha and Lu Dabao, who were chatting, and Lu Jingyu, who was busy serving them tea and water, were all caught in one sweep.0


    Initially, when Yan Zhao heard that Zhou Xueqin had ck oil tickets, he had a bold idea.0


    Nuclear waste had been found in Fujian, but the hundreds of tons of diesel mixed with it that were brought back had disappeared. Yan Zhao''s trip to Fujian was to find this ck diesel, which was contaminated with radiation. Once it enters the market, it will cause great harm to users'' health and the environment.0


    Nuclear radiation represents cancer, internal bleeding, and fetal deformities. Its damage to the human body and the environment is beyond description.0


    Hu Baiye had once confessed that he had hidden the oil somewhere.0


    But when Yan Zhao and his team went to look for it, the ck oil was already gone.0


    There are local overlords in Fujian, and ck gas stations are everywhere. They don''t use cash; they use their own printed ck oil tickets. They mostly deliver door-to-door and are closely connected with the local public security system. It''s very difficult to find out where they hide the oil.0


    But the three million oil tickets Zhou Xueqin gave to Gao Xiaomei were a clue. With this clue, Yan Zhao could find out that Lu Jingyu should also be involved in the ck oil case.0


    As a breakthrough point, he could then obtain evidence through Lu Jingyu and investigate the local public security officers who had been bribed and corrupted, rounding up a group of criminals?0


    So, Little Wang did something significant; he solved Yan Zhao''s urgent problem.0


    After arresting everyone, Yan Zhao first went through the procedures and applied for approval documents.0


    That evening, around 8 p.m., he finally got the approval and personally interrogated Lu Jingyu.0


    At this moment, Lu Jingyu was sitting in the interrogation room. Hearing the door open, he looked up and saw a man in a short-sleeve police uniform, with a crew cut, dark and bulging arm muscles, and a stern face.0


    It was Yan Zhao.0


    He must be close to forty now.0


    Although his skin was dark, his figure was tall and straight, without a trace of fat. Standing there, he exuded an aura of authority without even trying.0


    Once, when Chen Men was going to the city to marry Yan Zhao, Lu Jingyu followed them on a motorcycle to the bus stop. Seeing Chen Men and Yuanyuan get on the bus with Yan Zhao, he actually looked down on Yan Zhao.0


    A retired soldier who also wanted to be a policeman, in this era with pitifully low wages, Chen Men was going to suffer by following him. At that time, he still thought that without leaving his daughter behind, Chen Men could only marry a man like Yan Zhao. Any better man wouldn''t want to raise someone else''s daughter.0


    But now?0


    In fact, Lu Jingyu had long noticed the difference between Zhou Xueqin and Chen Men.0


    As the saying goes, a virtuous wife brings fewer troubles to her husband, and a filial son brings peace to his father''s heart.0


    Er Niu is in Japan, has had stic surgery, and is now very beautiful. She is also practicing singing and is a good child.0


    Dabao''s academic performance is excellent, and he can also help Lu Jingyu a lot in business. It was through him that Lu Jingyu met and befriended Feng Ha and Wang Qi. Now, Lu Jingyu has arge amount of oil, which is also due to Dabao''s clues from Feng Ha and Wang Qi. So, Lu Jingyu has a filial son and is also very capable.0


    If there''s a problem, it''s Zhou Xueqin.0


    An unvirtuous wife is the reason he keeps getting into trouble.0


    Thinking of this, he smiled and said, "Yan Bureau, sit, please."0


    Then, sighing, he added, "Everything is fate, you should know, Lu Jingyu and Chen Men were actually in a rtionship before you two got married?"0


    Yan Zhao held a pen in one hand and a notepad in the other, ready to take notes. He had already known about Lu Jingyu and Chen Men, who should have be a couple.0


    Without speaking, he quickly wrote down what Lu Jingyu said.0


    Lu Jingyu smiled and suddenly said, "Yan Bureau, to some extent, I actually took the me for you. Zhou Xueqin is a jinx. Others made money from coal, but her coal caught fire. When I told her to get a loan from Song Huaihua during the national debt crisis, she couldn''t even do that. We had to cooperate with others, and she got stabbed. For pagers, I told her to find a dealer, and she found a criminal, resulting in a loss. For building a house, I said to save on materials and build more, but she was afraid of the house copsing and insisted on only building two. Now that house prices are soaring, others use worse materials than me, and their houses are fine?"0


    He tapped the table and said, "My downfall is all because of Zhou Xueqin, that unlucky woman. She was your ex-wife. If I hadn''t taken that unlucky woman off your hands, you would have been the one to suffer, wouldn''t you?"0


    The pen scratched across the paper, and Yan Zhao lowered his eyes, showing no expression as he continued to write.0


    Lu Jingyu calmly said, "The next thing I''m going to say, if you want to do right by your two sons, don''t write it down. I have a tradingpany. Hu Baiye''s hidden ck oil in Fujian, told by Feng Ha and Wang Qi, is now all in my hands. I''ve already sold 5 tons, and there are still 505 tons left. At 3 yuan per liter, that''s 1.8 million yuan. But... my tradingpany, Zhou Xueqin is the legal representative and the financial officer. So, the 1.8 million yuan is all handled by her. Now, only she knows where the 509 tons of oil are hidden, because she hid it herself."0


    Yan Zhao''s pen stopped, and he looked at Lu Jingyu.0


    Human desires are always magnified in front of money.0


    As for Lu Jingyu, Yan Zhao initially thought he was an ordinary and mediocre person.0


    He only became a tycoon by riding on Chen Men''s luck.0


    Now, looking again, this man''s cunning and viciousness surpass even Yan Xishan.0


    But in terms of ability, he''s not as strong as Yan Xishan, and what he''s best at is shifting the me.0


    Especially to women.0


    Dealing coal, specting on national debt, and building houses with poor steel are all serious illegal activities.0


    If there really was a previous life, and if Chen Men hadn''t persuaded him, once something went wrong, he would have been doomed.0


    And now, no one is persuading him, and Zhou Xueqin is as greedy for money as he is.0


    They use each other, and Zhou Xueqin, loving money, has joined him in the ck oil business. And Lu Jingyu, to avoid trouble, set up thepany with Zhou Xueqin as the legal representative and ountant.0


    So, once something goes wrong, the police will legally arrest Zhou Xueqin.0


    Lu Jingyu not only wants to make ck money but also to shift the me perfectly.


    He shifts the me onto Zhou Xueqin.


    Yan Zhao lowered his head and meticulously wrote down every word Lu Jingyu had said.


    Then he turned the transcript around and said, "Comrade Lu Jingyu, this is what you just said. If there are no objections, please sign it."


    This left Lu Jingyu stunned.


    Zhou Xueqin is the biological mother of Yan Wangqi and Yan Minng. Lu Jingyu had entrusted the oil to Zhou Xueqin to hide, in order to prevent Yan Zhao from tracing it back to him.0


    He believed that even if Yan Zhao were as impartial as steel, he wouldn''t dare to risk his children''s future.


    After all, if Zhou Xueqin were sentenced, Yan Zhao''s two sons would be affected.0


    But Yan Zhao was willing to sentence his ex-wife and jeopardize his sons'' future for the sake of the case.0


    This was indeed the legendary "Living King of Hell," who wouldn''t even flinch when his children''s future was at stake.0


    However, Lu Jingyu didn''t dare. The 500 tons of oil were worth over three million yuan, his initial capital for rebuilding his fortune.0


    How could he dare to sign?0


    After a long stare, Lu Jingyu''s hands trembled, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his temples.0


    "If you don''t sign, I''ll have Zhou Xueqin sign. Whoever confesses first, I''ll seek leniency for them," Yan Zhao said, picking up the transcript and preparing to leave.0


    Lu Jingyu realized that Yan Zhao was serious. His handcuffed hands nged against the table: "Yan Zhao, you don''t understand Zhou Xueqin. All she cares about is money. For money, she won''t confess."0


    Turning his head, Yan Zhao''s tall, straight back in his light green shirt was imposing.0


    "I can," he said curtly.0


    "Impossible. You know that woman is heartless. She loves your two kids less than mine," Lu Jingyu shouted.0


    With a bang, Yan Zhao closed the door and left.0


    In truth, when it came to whether Zhou Xueqin loved Little Wang and Little Lang,0


    Yan Zhao believed she did. She loved Little Wang and Little Lang.0


    During his search of Zhou Xueqin''s residence, he found a will. In it, Zhou Xueqin had left two buildings, one for her brother and mother, and the other for Little Lang and Little Wang. She had 200,000 yuan in cash deposits. If she died, 100,000 yuan would go to her brother and mother, and the remaining 100,000 yuan would be evenly divided between Little Lang and Little Wang.0


    But this was herst resort. In reality, she never thought she would die early. After extricating herself from loan sharks, she followed Lu Jingyu into ck oil smuggling because she was greedy and wanted to be even richer.0


    Late at night, Yan Zhao hadn''t eaten yet. Leaving the interrogation room, he saw Liu Jingjing wrapped in a military coat, lying crookedly in the office. "Didn''t I tell you to boil some water and give a cup to the one in the next interrogation room? What are you doing?"0


    Earlier, before interrogating Lu Jingyu, Yan Zhao had asked Liu Jingjing to boil some water for Zhou Xueqin.0


    This was purely a trivial task, but it counted as involvement in the case.0


    Later, when reporting the number of people involved in the case, Liu Jingjing could be included.0


    Liu Jingjing was in charge of archives and should have been off duty by now. Yan Zhao had dragged her around to run errands, knowing he was doing it to help her father''s reputation and give her some credit at the Public Security Bureau.0


    But she was naturallyzy and was almost fed up with it. She angrily got up and poured a cup of water for Zhou Xueqin.0


    Yan Zhao had other work to do and was on the phone with the Guangzhou police.0


    Liu Jingjing entered the interrogation room with the teacup. Zhou Xueqin''s hands were handcuffed, and she was yawning.0


    But as soon as she saw Liu Jingjing, she became excited: "Hey,rade, aren''t you Liu Jingjing?"0


    "Yes, what''s up?" Liu Jingjing rolled her eyes and said.0


    Zhou Xueqin''s psychology was exactly as Lu Jingyu had guessed.0


    She was the legal representative of thepany, and the oil was hidden by her. Neither Lu Jingyu nor she would confess.0


    The capital city''s public security had not yet been reformed, and the city''s security was still chaotic. In the 1990s, surveince, cameras, and even air and train travel were rtivelyx. Zhou Xueqin had her brother make fake IDs for her, directly from the public security system, identical to real IDs.0


    In Fujian, many people wanted the oil she had. As long as she could escape from the capital''s public security bureau and reach Fujian, arge group of people would protect her for the oil, including local public security officers.0


    Then she could sell the oil, take the money, and sneak out of the country. As long as the public security couldn''t verify the evidence, it wouldn''t negatively affect Little Wang and Little Lang.0


    The buildings would continue to appreciate, and she could make big money abroad.0


    That sounded pretty good.0


    The only difficulty now was how to escape from the capital''s public security bureau.0


    Escaping from here seemed like a pipe dream.0


    But with Liu Jingjing, it was different. Zhou Xueqin knew her from her past life. Liu Jingjing was a fool who liked Yan Zhao and had even confessed to him in the office.0


    She was the kind of girl who was overly infatuated with love.0


    In her past life, it was rumored that she confessed to Yan Zhao in the office, even exposing her chest.0


    Because of this, Yan Zhao was severely disciplined by higher-ups.0


    Liu Jingjing was also fired from the unit.0


    But even after being fired, she didn''t regret it and still clung to Yan Zhao.0


    Liu Jingjing was here, and the opportunity had arrived.0


    "Liu Jingjing, I have a question for you. You must tell the truth. You... like Yan Zhao, don''t you?" Zhou Xueqin was in a hurry and got straight to the point.0


    ...0


    "If you really like him, I can help you. I know what Yan Zhao likes," Zhou Xueqin added.0


    ...0


    "As long as you''re willing to unlock my handcuffs and let me go." She said again.0


    The key to the handcuffs was managed by Liu Jingjing, in her archive room. And she was a girl who valued love above all else, so she was Zhou Xueqin''s only hope for escape.0


    As Liu Jingjing was about to leave, she stopped, her big, round eyes staring at Zhou Xueqin, her face turning red.0


    Maybe Zhou Xueqin had hit a nerve.0


    Maybe she had indeed entertained such thoughts.0


    And if her father was still the firstmander, if she was still that spoiled, unaware of the immensity of the world, Liu Jingjing might have done something.0


    But now her father had retired, no one spoiled her, and no one ttered her.0


    Now, because of her low education, she was always unqualified during the bureau''s regr checks, struggling with studies, even giving up her favorite star-chasing. And she had always liked Chen Men from the first time they met. People tend to unconsciously learn from those they admire.0


    She had regretted missing out on the excellent Xue Mingfang and had broken up with Hu Xiaohua, who had be a big manager, almost driving her crazy. But now she had Qi Zheng, who was very handsome and excellent, and Chen Men was teaching her how to pursue Qi Zheng.0


    What kind of olddy was this, suddenly hitting her on a never-exposed sore spot?0


    If Chen Men found out, how would she face people?0


    Her eyes wide with anger, Liu Jingjing dered with righteousness: "Auntie, I like Yan Zhao, quite a lot, but I like Chen Men even more, because she''s my sister, and Yan Zhao is my brother-inw."0


    With that, she closed the door and left.0


    Zhou Xueqin was left dumbfounded.0


    She had been reborn, seeing too many changes in people''s lives.0


    Gu Xiao, who should have died long ago, was still alive and well in the South Seas.0


    Yan Peiheng, who should have stopped at the level of the army, was now the firstmander of the militarymittee, and might even rise to the national level. Yan Zhao had risen so early to work directly in the Ministry of Public Security. And Little Wang and Little Lang, so outstanding that she often wondered if they were really her children.0


    These were enough, but what about Liu Jingjing? Why was shepletely not as stupid as in her past life?0


    And just then, Yan Zhao pushed the door open.0


    What should she do? For the sake of her two children, Zhou Xueqin had to leave, to escape.0


    So she couldn''t help but speak up: "Yan Lao San, I need to talk to you about something. Don''t think I''m crazy or that my mind is messed up. Listen to me."0


    After a pause, she added: "I, I''ve been reborn!"0


    ...0


    If she was going to tell Yan Zhao, she had to start from the beginning, slowly.0


    She had to make Yan Zhao understand that it was because of her rebirth that he had be better in this life.0


    For instance, at this time in her previous life, Yan Zhao was still at the Jindong Branch Bureau, just a small bureau chief, struggling under the pressure of a group of high-ranking leaders. Little Wang was ill, and he had taken a three-year leave without pay to treat Little Wang. The entire police force in the city had even donated money for this cause, and he had bowed and thanked everyone profusely.0


    But look at him now; time has left no trace on his face.0


    His physique remains as upright as when he returned from the battlefield, his hair is still jet ck and neatlybed, unlike in her previous life when his temples were gray and his hair was like frost.0


    Isn''t all this because of her?0


    Zhou Xueqin still believed that her rebirth had made everyone better.0


    Although it sounded absurd, today she was going to tell Yan Zhao everything, exactly as it was.0


    After all, it was all her merit.0


    Remember how pitiful Little Wang was in her previous life? Because he had been doing business since childhood, carrying loads and running errands, and had to curl up on a chair next to the sickbed at night, he hadn''t developed properly. His back was bent like a bow, and due to ack of nutrition during adolescence, he was always as skinny as a bean sprout. Yet, he had fallen in love with a chubby girl with dark skin, covered in pimples, and looked utterly foolish at first nce.0


    It was when Little Wang was 25, bringing that girl to meet her. Zhou Xueqin was so furious that she sshed a cup of water at the girl and sent her away. She also warned Little Wang that if he dared to marry that girl, she would hang herself at his wedding.0


    From then on, until her death, Little Wang never married.0


    But that girl didn''t break up with Little Wang either. Zhou Xueqin asionally encountered her in the hospital. The girl would gain and lose weight, her skin sagging from excessive dieting, and walking alongside Little Wang, whose back was as bent as a bow, they looked like a pair of jokes.0


    She often felt resentful, wondering why her child had turned out that way.0


    But now, Little Wang''s physique was so tall and slender, with well-developed muscles from never missing a basketball game.0


    He hadn''tcked nutrition, nor had he grown into a bean sprout.0


    Wasn''t that all because of her?0


    Wasn''t that all because of Zhou Xueqin?0


    ...0


    Zhou Xueqin spoke non-stop, recounting a long story. Seeing that Yan Zhao was still writing, she continued, "Yan Lao San, I left for your good. I gave you Chen Men, she''s virtuous, kind, and submissive. Without me, there wouldn''t be the current you or Little Wang. Do you know what Little Wang would be like? He would be like a steamed bun, lying there lifelessly. You don''t know the pressure of having a sick child. I freed you, and I freed myself. All I want now is a release. What''s wrong with that? You just need to stop investigating. I''ve written a will; you''ve seen it, right? At least half of the money I''ve earned will go to my sons when I die. I''m earning money for my sons."0


    Convincing Yan Zhao would make things easier.0


    He could arrest Lu Jingyu and those kids for the pornography case.0


    The smuggling of oil would then be entirely hers.0


    She just needed to leave now, sell the oil, and she would be rich immediately.0


    She had done so much for the Yan family; why wouldn''t Yan Zhao let her go?0


    After an hour of speaking, Zhou Xueqin stared at Yan Zhao.0


    The interrogation room''s lighting was warm, casting a glow on his features. When he was young, Zhou Xueqin never thought he was handsome; she always felt that other men were better.0


    But now, under the warm light, she realized why Liu Jingjing was so infatuated with him.0


    His features were indeed handsome, just that his eyes were too dark, like an ancient well.0


    No one could guess what was on his mind.0


    That was why she had always feared him.0


    She had told him everything about her rebirth.0


    Did he believe her? If he did, why wasn''t he shocked, not even raising an eyebrow?0


    Zhou Xueqin wondered if Yan Zhao thought she was crazy.0


    Or maybe, after hearing her story, he finally understood her plight and was moved to silence?0


    With a nk expression, Yan Zhao continued writing.0


    One word after another, he wrote carefully and then looked up, "Zhou Xueqin, you must tell me where the ck oil is hidden. You may be the legal representative, but if you confess that the shareholders instructed you, your sentence won''t be too long..."0


    Was he crazy? After she had told him so much, he still wanted to sentence her?0


    Frantically, Zhou Xueqin shouted, "Yan Zhao, if I''m sentenced, Little Wang and Little Lang will never get into a good unit."0


    She didn''t want to use her children as bargaining chips, but since Yan Zhao wouldn''tpromise, she had no choice.0


    Yan Zhao remained calm andposed, still writing, "You must serve your sentence, but I can apply for probation. If you testify and provide evidence against Feng Ha, Wang Qi, and Lu Dabao, how they drugged and raped young girls, I can help you seek leniency!"0


    He stopped writing and turned the paper towards her.0


    Of course, he didn''t include Zhou Xueqin''s ramblings about rebirth and her previous life. Instead, he focused on the case-rted details.0


    Then he handed her the pen, indicating she should sign and said, "Give me the evidence."0


    Originally, they were talking about the oil case, but how did he suddenly bring up the rape case involving Wang Qi, Feng Ha, and others?0


    Zhou Xueqin looked up at Yan Zhao, who was also looking at her, his deep, stern gaze revealing that he had already seen through her.0


    Her eyes met Yan Zhao''s, and she felt like she had been burned, quickly looking away.0


    Of course, Zhou Xueqin had been with Lu Jingyu and his son, Lu Dabao, for some time.0


    Feng Ha and Wang Qi were brought in by Lu Dabao, using drugs to help train young girls. Lu Jingyu got the ck oil from them. Zhou Xueqin had indeed kept evidence of these things after discovering them.0


    She had been shocked and disgusted by those events, feeling that Lu Jingyu had dragged her into a quagmire. She had even thought about reporting it, or even killing Lu Dabao, Feng Ha, and Wang Qi.0


    Her smoking addiction started then.0


    But Lu Jingyu had given her the ck oil, worth three million.0


    She hated Lu Dabao, Feng Ha, and Wang Qi, but she couldn''t bear to part with the three million.0


    With three million, she had two buildings in Guangzhou. If Yan Zhao would just let her leave the country, it wouldn''t affect Little Wang and Little Lang.0


    What was Yan Zhao thinking? Why did he have to push her to the brink?0


    "I can give you the evidence against those kids, but I won''t tell you where the oil is. And, Yan Zhao, I don''t want probation; I want you to let me go," Zhou Xueqin said.0


    Yan Zhao''s fingers tapped lightly on the table, "Your brother, Zhou Fulong, is currently in Guangzhou, collecting rent for your buildings, right? You asked him to bribe local police with ten thousand yuan to get you an ID card, household registration book, and passport. You thought that after spending ten thousand, he would get you real documents, didn''t you? No, Zhou Fulong got you extremely fake ones. If you try to run, you''ll be stopped at customs. Your brother always told you that the rent from the two buildings totals eight thousand a month, didn''t he? No, those buildings currently rent for at least fifteen thousand a month. Your fake documents will be sent over from Guangzhou tomorrow, so you can see just how fake they are!"0


    At this moment, Zhou Xueqin was still nning to escape, sell the oil, and then leave the country.0


    When Yan Zhao said this, she suddenly froze.0


    Then her lips trembled, and she shivered all over.0


    This was the most fatal blow.0


    Zhou Xueqin treated Zhou Qiaofang indifferently but doted on her brother, Zhou Fulong, just like she did on Little Wang and Little Lang.0


    After all, he was her brother, her closest kin.0


    She thought that once she got to Guangzhou, she could use the new documents her brother got her to leave the country?0


    Did she think that only her brother was the closest to her?0


    But when she always used love as a knife to stab her children, she didn''t realize that her dearest brother was also using love as a knife to stab her.0


    Even the documents he got her for her escape were fake beyond belief.0


    This proves that her brother never intended for her to have a good life, right?0


    Thinking further, she sold the oil and got the money, and she would definitely go looking for her brother.0


    Now her brother is already underreporting the rent amount. Once she goes there with the money, would her brother just pocket it?0


    Zhou Xueqin stared at the paper and pen, and after a long while, she let out a sharp scream.0


    Unfortunately, the interrogation room was soundproof. No matter how loud she screamed, no one outside could hear it.0


    The transcript was right on the table. Zhou Xueqin really wanted to tear it up.0


    But after tearing it up, would she feel any better? She could confess about Feng Ha and Lu Dabao.0


    What she couldn''t bear to part with was the ck oil. She wanted to make a profit of three hundred thousand from it alone.0


    But if her brother betrayed her, as a lone woman with three million, if she couldn''t leave the country, would she be hunted down by the local gangsters in Fujian? Or would she still be caught by the police?0


    Yan Zhao stood up, ready to leave.0


    Zhou Xueqin panicked and said repeatedly, "Yan Zhao, I don''t want probation, and I don''t want to go to jail. You must help me. If it weren''t for me being reborn, if it weren''t for me enduring the pain of leaving you all..."0


    Yan Zhao had already reached the door, his hand on the doorknob, when he suddenly turned back and said in a very low voice, "Zhou Xueqin, you say you lived another lifetime. Little Wang was bedridden, and Little Wang grew up like a crooked bamboo pole. You said they were one sick and one useless, with no future. But have you ever thought that maybe Chen Men was reborn too? She knew we were going to live the way you described, yet she still married me resolutely."0


    Zhou Xueqin didn''t react at first, just staring at Yan Zhao.0


    Yan Zhao repeated, "You married Lu Jingyu knowing he would rise to prominence. Chen Men married me knowing our future would be miserable."0


    After saying that, Yan Zhao turned and left, closing the door behind him.0


    Left alone, Zhou Xueqin stood there in shock for a long time before plopping down onto the chair.0


    Was Chen Men also reborn?0


    She knew that Little Wang would be a useless fool and that Little Wang would be a sickly child.0


    Under such circumstances, she married Yan Zhao?0


    How could that be possible?0


    If she was reborn, why didn''t she marry Lu Jingyu earlier and continue to be the wife of a tycoon, the mother of a rich second generation?0


    This thought shed through Zhou Xueqin''s mind, and she realized a cruel truth.0


    Chen Men didn''t marry a tycoon, but she now owns a nationally renowned clothing factory and a nationally renowned milk powder factory. Given time, if these two factories go public, she will be a tycoon.0


    She didn''t marry a tycoon, but she herself is about to be one.0


    Reborn for eight whole years, at this moment, Zhou Xueqin''s eight-year-long belief finally crumbled.0


    So what did she spend her whole life doing?0


    Her son doesn''t acknowledge her, her brother betrays her, the daughter she painstakingly educated, Lv Erniu, has had no news since she left the country, and Lu Dabao is a despicable creature who instigates teenagers to take drugs,mit crimes, and rape underage girls.0


    A beast in human form.0


    And all of this, was it her fault?0


    Zhou Xueqin sat in despair on the chair, and once this thought entered her mind, it couldn''t be shaken off.0


    Why were Little Wang and Little Wang like that when she raised them, but turned out to be good children when Chen Men raised them?0


    What a joke, such a simple truth, Zhou Xueqin took eight whole years to understand.0


    But the truth is too cruel.0


    It''s not that the children themselves weren''t good enough, it''s that she ruined them?0


    Lu Dabao was clearly a rich second generation in his previous life, could it be that she ruined him too?0


    It''s a terrible thing to deny oneself.0


    And now, even if Zhou Xueqin doesn''t want to deny herself, the truth hits her in the face.0


    She can''t help but face the cold handcuffs on her wrists, the interrogation room she can''t escape from.0


    She also can''t help but face the fact that if she doesn''t confess about those juvenile delinquents, doesn''t reveal the ck oil, she''ll have to rot in jail.0


    Her gaze fell on the confession, Zhou Xueqin tried her best to grab the pen, but she just couldn''t write her name.0


    ...0


    As for Yan Zhao.0


    After leaving the city bureau, the director had a driver waiting specially to take Yan Zhao home.0


    The children sleepte during winter vacation.0


    It was almost eleven o''clock now. As soon as Yan Zhao got out of the car and entered his own yard, he heard a boy''s voice: "I like you so much, can''t you like me back, even a little?"0


    Yan Zhao''s hair stood on end. That must be Little Wang, itching for a beating.0


    But that wasn''t Little Wang''s voice, it must be Little Wang.0


    How could such a young kid say something like that?0


    Then came the voice of Yuan Yuan: "I now solemnly dere that everything on this mountain belongs to me, including you."0


    What on earth was this little girl saying, it sounded so funny?0


    Then the two children burst intoughter.0


    Yan Zhao pushed the door open with a bang, and Little Wang stood up immediately, calling out: "Dad."0


    The two younger ones were doing their homework on the tea table. Seeing Yan Zhaoe in, they called out: "Dad."0


    Yuan Yuan jumped up and ran into the kitchen: "Dad, you haven''t eaten yet, right? Mom made beef pie tonight, wait a moment, I''ll heat it up for you."0


    Yan Zhao''s gaze fell on Little Wang''s face. The young man stood tall, with thin and long arms, wearing a big vest, his eyes full of worries, staring at him.0


    Zhou Xueqin was his biological mother, she was someone he could find, and he reported the case.0


    In a sense, the child was a paragon of justice.0


    He must also be worried, not knowing if Zhou Xueqin would affect Little Wang''s future, not knowing how the police would handle her.


    But between father and son, there was no need for too many words. Yan Zhao nodded at his son, and Little Wang, who had been hanging his heart in his throat, immediately rxed.


    The child knew that there was no problem in this world that his dad couldn''t solve.


    "There are spicy pig ears and cucumber shreds at home, Dad, sit in the dining room and wait, I''ll bring them out for you." The young man said cheerfully.


    Entering the kitchen, he flicked Yuan Yuan on the forehead and said, "People are born of people, demons are born of demons."


    Yuan Yuan burst outughing.


    And Little Wang, added another line: "Does liking someone need a reason? Does it? Doesn''t it? Does it?"


    Yuan Yuanughed again, almost falling over, and the beef pie was almost burned.


    Yan Zhao turned off the TV and went into the bedroom.


    Chen Men was on the bed, having just taken a shower, her hair loose, talking on the phone.


    Yan Zhao slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.


    In Thand, he only knew one possibility, that he and Chen Men''s fate was something Su Wen had forced, but at that time he still felt that even if there was another possibility, his two sons wouldn''t be too bad.0


    Even when he just returned to the countryst year, Chen Men had told him that Little Wang would get leukemia, and Little Wang would also live a hard life. At that time, in Yan Zhao''s mind, Little Wang was still tall and thin, and Little Wang was still white and clean, cute and lovely.


    Until today in the interrogation room, Zhou Xueqin''s outburst.


    The horrifying picture of the past life was gradually being filled in Yan Zhao''s mind.


    Little Wang, swollen like a steamed bun, lying in bed forever, lifeless.


    That was already a sight he didn''t dare to imagine.


    Because he often carried things to sell, and because he often curled up to sleep, he didn''t develop well, and Little Wang was bent like a bow, what would that look like?0


    Would he still find a fat girl, like a pumpkin, as his girlfriend?


    Would Little Wang meet that fat girl like a pumpkin in this life?


    And Chen Men, she had seen it, she had seen the sickly Little Wang when he grew up, and the bent Little Wang, and even his full head of white hair.0


    Yet when they first met in Chen Family Vige, she married him without hesitation.0


    That''s love, even though she always says she doesn''t love him.0


    If it weren''t for love, how could she have the courage to step into his life knowing the oue?0


    So Yan Zhao once believed it firmly, then doubted it, but now he still believes it firmly.0


    Chen Men loves him, just as he loves her.0


    But he still had a question, so he waited quietly until Chen Men finished her conversation with Xue Mingfang about the 271 project on the phone. He took the phone and ced it on the bedside table, then brought over theb, face cream, and hand cream that Chen Men needed.0


    Watching herb her hair smoothly and gently apply face cream to her face, he finally asked, "Men, you said Yan Minng would get leukemia. I feel there must be a trigger for it. What exactly is that trigger?"0


    He had it in his previous life, but not in this one. There must be a trigger.0


    And what exactly is the trigger that caused Little Wolf to fall ill?0

 Chapter 155

    The trigger for Little Lang''s illness was paint consumption, which Zhou Xueqin knew about.0


    In this life, she had let Lv Erniu go; Erniu''s ugliness had actually saved her from misfortune.0


    Later, both owners of the Sanbao Paint Factory developed leukemia due to the paint quality.0


    "Is this unrted to Zhou Xueqin?" Yan Zhao asked again, his eyes intense.0


    Chen Men didn''t answer directly, instead asking Yan Zhao: "About those children..."0


    "Zhou Xueqin has evidence; she''ll hand it over to the police first thing tomorrow," Yan Zhao said.0


    It was pitiful to think about - Zhou Xueqin, who once cared so much about her appearance, now wore worn-out slippers and a faded sweater of indeterminate color, chain-smoking and as thin as a skeleton.0


    She was willing to pay thirty thousand in oil vouchers to work as a cleaner at the shooting range, not for profit, but simply to see Little Lang.0


    After all, she was the birth mother. If she told Yan Zhao the truth, he would likely never let Zhou Xueqin see the two children again. What could be done? Having mentally aged to her seventies and seen too many ups and downs, Chen Men thought for a moment before saying, "It''s not really rted to Zhou Xueqin. The child''s constitution has improved now, so you needn''t worry about it."0


    As a police officer, Yan Zhao had witnessed the ugliest side of the world.0


    Yet he preferred not to think the worst of people.0


    His instincts told him Little Lang''s illness was connected to Zhou Xueqin, but Chen Men''s assurance that it wasn''t made him feel somewhat better.0


    "Thank you for staying with me, even knowing Little Wang would grow up as thin as a pole and Little Lang would be so ill," Yan Zhao said, suddenly smiling.0


    This man looked better without smiling - when he did smile, it was more painful to see than crying.0


    Chen Men hadn''t actually seen Little Wang or Little Lang in her previous life; she had only heard about them.0


    The most recent mention was when she visited Yan Xishan in the hospital and heard Yuanyuan talk about a boy from Yanguan Vige staying in the nephrology department.0


    But never mind - after all, Chen Men had raised them without prejudice, and they had indeed made her proud.0


    She epted this honor.0


    As Yan Zhao got up to take a shower, hearing Little Wang and Yuanyuan ying outside, he added, "By the way, Zhou Xueqin mentioned Little Wang had a girlfriend in his previous life who was very kind-hearted and helped take care of Little Lang for a long time... Do you know who that girl is? Should we try to find her?"0


    Little Wang and Yuanyuan definitely couldn''t be together.0


    Though Yan Xishan''s mother''s surname was Su, like Su Wen, and they were distant rtives from the same vige, the bigger issue was that Yan Zhao''s family and Yan Xishan''s family shared the same surname -bining the same bloodline would be disastrous.0


    Since Little Wang had a girlfriend in his previous life, Yan Zhao didn''t mind her background or conditions, as long as she was kind-hearted.0


    He thought about finding her, learning about her family background, and perhaps ying matchmaker if necessary.0


    The poor father was practically worried sick about his 16-year-old son''s marriage prospects.0


    He''d heard the girl had been with Little Wang from their early teens until they were 28, the year Zhou Xueqin died.0


    Yan Zhao felt particrly sympathetic and believed that if Little Wang loved her in his previous life, he would surely love her in this one too.0


    Chen Men became interested as well: "What does she look like? Is she pretty? What''s her name?"0


    "I thought you knew her," Yan Zhao said, surprised. After thinking about Zhou Xueqin''s description and filtering out the harsh words, he said, "Apparently she was quite full-figured, had healthy skin, and was rather short."0


    So she was a plump, dark-skinned girl?0


    Wasn''t that just like Yuanyuan in her previous life?0


    She had been dark and plump from stealing food and running around doing business.0


    Seeing how inseparable Little Wang and Yuanyuan seemed, Chen Men felt anxious, but she didn''t know that girl.0


    She decided to ask Zhou Xueqin about it to find some clues about the girl.0


    In Chen Men''s view, there were no badly educated children, only thoughtless parents.0


    Just like herself in her previous life, and like Zhou Xueqin.0


    Plump people always had potential, just like Yuanyuan - in this life, she hadn''t experienced trauma or developed the habit of stealing food from her previous life. Chen Men had protected her well, kept her from running around outside, and look how adorable she had grown up to be.0


    Originally, Chen Men had nned to apply for a visit to see Zhou Xueqin in detention the next day.0


    But she couldn''t get approval.0


    After a night of contemtion, Zhou Xueqin had decided to make a full confession.0


    After all, by revealing information about the ck oil and the rapists, she could earn leniency and avoid prison time.0


    Little Lang and Little Wang wouldn''t be implicated either.0


    Early in the morning, she submitted to the police the location of the ck oil storage and evidence about Lu Dabao, Feng Ha, Wang Qi, and the boy called Hu Haihe - four boys who had gang-raped a girl.0


    The evidence was a videotape.0


    Since she ran a video hall with recording equipment, the tape had actually been secretly recorded by Lu Jingyu and his son to ckmail the other boys. Lu Jingyu thought he was the only one who knew where it was hidden.0


    But despite all his precautions, Zhou Xueqin knew about it too, and she handed it over without hesitation.0


    The revtion of this videotape caused a huge sensation throughout the Public Security Bureau.0


    In this profit-driven society, especially in coastal areas, the police were heavily entangled with nouveau riche and private entrepreneurs, making investigations and evidence collection extremely difficult. Usually, without sensational news, superior officers wouldn''t take harsh measures for the sake of social harmony.0


    It was one thing for these fake "children of high officials" to abuse their power for personal gain, but gang-raping an underage girl and filming it for ckmail? How was this any different from the corrupt officials'' sons in ancient times? If the country didn''t crack down now, wouldn''t the post-80s generation be like American youth in the 1960s - a lost generation?0


    And Wang Qi became the most prominent target.0


    "My uncle is Wang Xudong" - this phrase became famous nationwide.0


    In the Public Security Department''s main conference room, an emergency meeting was held with police chiefs from all provinces in attendance. Minister Qi personally pinned photos to the wall - pictures of Feng Ha, Lu Dabao, and the others, containers marked with skull and crossbones containing nuclear waste, huge oil tanks, and photos of local police officials with private entrepreneurs at karaoke bars, embracing hostesses, eating, and drinking.0


    "Upper leadership has ordered us to form a special task force. I will lead it, with Comrade Yan Zhao as second-inmand. We will tackle everything from Party discipline to public security. Anyone who dares to pull strings or obstruct the central task force''s investigation will face the same fate as Wang Xudong, regardless of who they are!"0


    With a sharp sound, the final thumbtack pierced Wang Xudong''s portrait right in the forehead.0


    A veteran soldier who had fought countless battles on the Laoshan front now faced public execution - something the state had ordered to be used with extreme caution and only as ast resort since the 1990s began.0


    From now on, Minister Qi would personally lead and Yan Zhao would primarily handle the nationwide rectification of Party discipline, work style, bribery, and corruption.0


    Poor Officer Yan had already suffered greatly during his two years in Southeast Asia, and now he would have to be separated from his wife again for national inspection duties.0


    However, without fail, he would return to the capital once a week, insisting that Chen Men fulfill her "conjugal duties."0


    Regarding these duties, he was as meticulous as andlord calcting workers'' wages, absolutely refusing to miss a single asion due to his business trips or Chen Men''s busy schedule.0


    Soon it was October.0


    Starting this year, the country had implemented a three-day holiday system for major festivals. Since Yan Zhao was currently stationed in Xiping City, he persuaded Chen Men to visit.0


    "After Zhou Xueqin was released, she returned to Xiping City and is currently in awsuit with her brother. Since you wanted to ask her about Little Wang''s girlfriend, you muste," was Yan Zhao''s first official reason.0


    The second reason was that Yanguan Vige and Dongfang Factory were in demolition negotiations.0


    Demolition and relocation had be one of the hottest issues of the 1990s.0


    Unlike other ces where demolition is driven by developers wanting to build new buildings, Dongfang Factory is expanding its factory area to build new facilities. In Yan Zhao''s view, thepensation is reasonable, but there are still some holdouts who refuse to move, and most people are waiting to see how things unfold.0


    Chen Men has a good reputation in the vige. If she goes and signs the agreement first, others will likely sign more readily.0


    "No matter how busy you are, you muste back. Everything at home is already tidied up. The kang is dry, and the courtyard is clean. Let''s spend a few days alone, just like having a private honeymoon," the dog man said on the phone, ending with: "Chen Men, this is an order!"0


    Chen Men hasn''t been particrly busytely and has also wanted to visit Yanguan Vige.0


    Although the children are on vacation, Yuanyuan has to participate in a CCTV g and can''t go.0


    As for the two boys, Chen Men ns to take them along.0


    After all, she is their birth mother. ording to Zhou Qiaofang, Zhou Xueqin''s physical condition was already very poor while in detention.0


    After being released, her brother refused to return the embezzled rent, forcing Zhou Xueqin to file awsuit. This caused her mother to change her attitude, resorting to crying, shouting, and threatening to hang herself, while openly cursing Zhou Xueqin and mocking her, saying she deserved to be abandoned and should die soon.0


    Zhou Xueqin, already burdened with guilt over her children, was further disheartened by her mother''s behavior when she had no money. Now, she smokes two packs a day, treating cigarettes as her meals, and her spirit is severely depressed.0


    It would be good for the boys to visit their birth mother and see if they can help Zhou Xueqin regain her spirits.0


    The most painful thing in the world is the guilt one feels towards their children.0


    Chen Men deeply understands this, as she nearly couldn''t bear it when she realized that Yuanyuan had turned out the way she did because of her negligence.0


    And isn''t Zhou Xueqin now, just like Chen Men from her previous life, who realized her mistakes toote?0


    Tonight, Yuanyuan has a rehearsal for the CCTV program, and Little Wang and Little Lang are apanying her. Chen Men ns to leave work early to pack the boys'' clothes.0


    Just as she finished packing her bag and was about to leave the office, she was suddenly met by Secretary Mao.0


    Secretary Mao''s presence means that something came up with Yan Peiheng.0


    "Secretary Mao, is there something?" Chen Men asked.0


    Secretary Mao got straight to the point: "Gu Xiao returned from Southeast Asia this morning and officially signed the inheritance contract with the charity organization. Then he personally visited the first-ss familypound and was invited to the Red Brick House by themander."0


    In July, after obtaining the first-hand evidence, Gu Xiao returned to Southeast Asia with the apaniment of Chinese peacekeeping police and a legal team from the Ministry of Public Security to sue shareholders, fight for equity, and reim his shares.0


    Afraid that he would worry, and also worried about his health, Chen Men didn''t mention the small nket at that time.0


    Now that he has signed the inheritance contract, he probably feels justified and hase to im the item.0


    Chen Men was puzzled why Yan Peiheng ced Gu Xiao in the Red Brick House instead of receiving him in the high-rise building.0


    Then she thought it through.0


    Recently, Yan Wei brought Bei Bei to the capital for a visit and happened to be at home.0


    In his final days before retirement, Yan Peiheng has finally learned to handle family rtionships.0


    He was afraid that Yan Wei would find out how important the small nket was and would be upset again.0


    As they left the milk powder factory, Secretary Mao said with a smile, "As soon as he entered, Professor Gu took out a contract and told themander that he was willing to transfer all the shares of 271. Currently, there is a surplus of about ten million in the ount. He has houses in Southeast Asia, Hong Kong, and Japan. You can name your price, but the nket must be given to him. Otherwise, the liquid assets, which are in US dors, will not be deposited in Chinese banks."0


    Foreign exchange reserves are the main concern, as they are what Chinese banks most desire.0


    Gu Xiao seems prepared for Yan Peiheng to extort him and is also holding back, wanting to make an exchange.0


    Chen Men noticed Secretary Mao''s awkward smile and asked, "What did my father say?"0


    Secretary Mao replied, "Themander''s meaning is that you should not ask Professor Gu for anything."0


    As they passed by a market, Chen Men said, "Secretary Mao, you can go back first. I''m going to buy some fruit."0


    Secretary Mao was about to leave but turned back and said, "Regarding this matter, themander knows he has wronged you, but he still hopes that for the sake of national interests and his own face, you can bear with it and not ept anything."0


    So, Secretary Mao came to inform Chen Men because Gu Xiao wanted to give her the remaining half of the shares of 271, but Yan Peiheng didn''t want her to ept them.0


    He even hoped that Chen Men would refuse them on her own.0


    This situation put Yan Peiheng in the wrong.0


    Because of that nket, Chen Men gave Yan Wei a house. The housing prices in the capital have been fluctuating wildly.0


    Last year, it was 3,000 yuan per square meter, and this year, it has risen to 5,000 yuan per square meter. Now, Yan Wei''s house is worth 7,000 yuan per square meter. If Chen Men had bought it herself and sold it, she would have made a profit of 360,000 yuan.0


    For this reason, Yan Peiheng himself didn''t have the face to ask Chen Men not to ept anything.0


    That''s why he sent Secretary Mao to persuade her in this manner.0


    The old man, who had never been good at handling human rtionships, was finally learning to yield to life in his old age.0


    A simple phrase, "bear with it," might make Chen Men feel a bit better, considering she gave Yan Wei a house.0


    Chen Men needed to buy some fruit and some tea.0


    Because they usually eat in the high-rise building, there were no fruits at home except for breakfast.0


    After buying some fruit, Chen Men passed by a flower shop. She was about to walk by when she saw a pot of "One Pinch of Snow," with its white petals fully bloomed. She stopped.0


    It was September, the time when chrysanthemums bloom all over the capital.0


    By the way, there was also a pot of "One Pinch of Snow" in the old house of Yan Zhao''s family in Yanguan Vige.0


    It should be in bloom now.0


    This flower is precious and expensive, usually used as a gift.0


    Chen Men asked and found that a pot with three flowers cost 150 yuan.0


    After hesitating, she still bought it. The flowers were beautiful and could be given to Gu Xiao.0


    She remembered that Su Wen liked the chrysanthemums at home and often praised them, inviting Chen Men toe and see. If Su Wen liked these flowers, perhaps Gu Xiao would too.0


    When she returned home, the Red Brick House was bathed in the setting sun, its red bricks turning golden under the warm yellow sky. The yellow leaves of September made the scene look veryfortable.0


    If nothing unexpected happened, this would be the ce where Chen Men would spend her old age.0


    She couldn''t help but feel more and more fond of this home and more and more regretful.0


    If Su Wen were still alive, she could have spent her old age here.0


    Unfortunately, she passed away so early.0


    Yan Peiheng wasn''t inside but stood at the door with his hands behind his back.0


    Seeing Chen Men, he wanted to say something but hesitated and then opened the door for her.0


    The old man was still worried, afraid that she would ept something from Gu Xiao.0


    Entering the house, Gu Xiao was sitting on the sofa.0


    He wore an old cotton-linen singlet and ck wide-legged pants. Due to his thinness, he had an ethereal air.0


    After several months, this summer must have treated him well. Compared to July, his mental state andplexion had improved significantly. Chen Men thought it was due to his reiming thepany.0


    Power is a man''s aphrodisiac.0


    Back in July, Gu Xiao was so dispirited.0


    But now that he has regained control of thepany, he looks more spirited.0


    Yan Dongxue saw Chen Mene in and took the things from her hands, saying, "Sister-inw, I''ll wash the fruit. Oh, where did you get these flowers? They''re so beautiful."0


    They cost her 150 yuan, and with just these three flowers, it would be strange if they weren''t beautiful.0


    Giving the fruit to Yan Dongxue and cing the flowers on the coffee table, Yan Peiheng also came in, and Gu Xiao was staring at Chen Men, both hesitating to speak.0


    Finally, Gu Xiao pushed the contract on the table and was about to say something when Chen Men signaled him to pause. She went into the bedroom, took out a thick stic vacuum-sealed package from the cab, and handed it to Gu Xiao.0


    The transparent stic allowed him to see the contents clearly.0


    Gu Xiao''s hand trembled slightly, and his heart stopped for a moment. He didn''t take the item.0


    "I have washed and disinfected the nket with ultraviolet light, and it''s vacuum-sealed in stic. If you don''t n to use it often, it''s best not to open it, so it won''t degrade as quickly," Chen Men said.0


    Gu Xiao finally reached out.0


    His fingers, yellowish and almost translucent, gently touched the stic bag.0


    Inside was the object he hade here to obtain, trading foreign currency, equity, and property.0


    Chen Men then pushed a bouquet of flowers towards him, saying, "It''s strange, I''ve never seen this flower sold on the street, but today I happened toe across a pot. I didn''t intend to buy it, but as I walked by, a branch of the flower brushed against me, so I bought it. I feel it must have some connection with you."0


    In this courtyard, few could afford a pot of flowers worth over a hundred yuan, yet today it appeared. Chen Men believed this connection was meant for Gu Xiao.0


    Gu Xiao nced at the flowers but said nothing, instead pushing a contract towards her.0


    Chen Men continued, "Actually, I should have given you this nket in July, but I was busy then, and you were just coborating with the Chinese police to return to Singapore. Since this is my mother''s item, I felt a hasty handover was insufficiently respectful. I had nned to deliver it personally when I had more time. Now that you''re here, I''ll hand it over to you. Please don''t offer anything in exchange. This nket is not valuable to others, but to Yan Zhao, it''s extremely precious. No amount of wealth can match its worth. Do you understand?"0


    Gu Xiao remained silent and withdrew the contract.0


    Yan Peiheng, who had been holding his breath since entering, finally exhaled.0


    Chen Men''s words echoed his own thoughts, which he had been unable to express.0


    After a moment''s contemtion, Gu Xiao stood up, cradling the flowers in one arm and holding the nket in the other, ready to leave.0


    He had been wheelchair-bound for years, his legs practically useless. Yet, as he rose, even Yan Dongxue and the apanying doctor were rmed, rushing to unfold the wheelchair and follow him.0


    Gu Xiao navigated three sets of steps and even exited the courtyard.0


    Fortunately, outside, Yan Dongxue and the private doctor caught him and helped him back into the wheelchair.0


    With the flowers and nket in hand, Gu Xiao sat upright and left without ncing back, even as he boarded the car.0


    He had no curiosity or attachment to this ce.0


    Despite it being the home of Su Wen''s son, it had no connection to Su Wen.0


    In Gu Xiao''s eyes, everyone rted to Su Wen, whether his son, grandson, or daughter-inw, was on the opposite side.0


    He might reconcile with the country that raised him, but never with Yan Peiheng and his sons.0


    They would remain enemies for life.0


    Chen Men and Yan Peiheng followed him outside, watching the car drive away. Yan Peiheng remarked, "That flower, I seem to have seen it somewhere, white and quite pretty?"0


    "We have it in our courtyard," Chen Men smiled.0


    "In the old ce, the courtyard of the first brigade?" Yan Peiheng asked.0


    Seeing Chen Men nod, he scoffed, "An intellectual temperament, liking flowers?" With that, he left.0


    Watching her father-inw go, Chen Men sighed deeply.0


    Su Wen loved various flowers, a habit Yan Zhao also adopted.0


    Gu Xiao enjoyed poetry and prose, as well as flowers and birds, which was what drew him to Su Wen.0


    Yan Peiheng, however, was a rough, straightforward man who wouldn''t care about what flowers bloom in which season, let alone remember what flowers his wife nted or which ones were beautiful and when they bloomed.0


    The "Yipao Xue" flower, Su Wen''s favorite.0


    They had many at home, and in old age, she often invited people to see them.0


    Gu Xiao, in such poor health, could carry a pot of flowers because of Su Wen, knowing she loved them. But Yan Peiheng would never know what his wife liked.0


    Chen Men sincerely hoped that if Su Wen could be reborn, she wouldn''t meet Yan Peiheng.0


    A man''s life is short.0


    Even if a man loves a woman deeply, if he doesn''t know her joys and sorrows, that love has no meaning or value.0


    Seeing Gu Xiao''s healthy appearance, Chen Men had secretly wondered if, by regaining control of hispany and following Yan Peiheng''s path, Gu Xiao''s health would improve. Such a wealthy man, with good medical conditions, could easily live another two or three decades.0


    For men, love isn''t important; money and power are what sustain them.0


    But that wasn''t the case. After returning to Singapore, about half a monthter, he called Xiong Dapao to Singapore, and three monthster, he passed away.0


    Hispany''s equity was donated to charity, and the position of CEO was given to Xiong Dapao, a former Chinese soldier known for his integrity and principles, who had passed several tests.0


    Due to the international scrappany''s involvement in multiple countries and equity issues, diplomatic frictions between China and Southeast Asia urred. For a long time, the equity issues of the international scrappany were frequently reported in newspapers of both countries.0


    On the day Gu Xiao passed away, Xiong Dapao made the headlines.0


    The soldier who had once brushed past Chen Men, with his Shaanxi ent and broad smile, dressed in a suit, appeared on the front page of both countries'' economic journals. His skin was still so fair, his lips so red, his smile so bright and triumphant.0


    A Hong Kong newspaper''s headline was particrly vulgar: "Fair-skinned, rosy-lipped young man favored by a financial tycoon, rises to the top overnight, appointed head of the international scrappany."0


    In reality, there was no such overnight sess.0


    Xiong Dapao''s years of hard work, drinking sessions, market runs, and time spent with foreign technical experts at the Sanbao Paint Factory were unseen by others.0


    Now, the Shaanxi man, with his Shaanxi ent, was going to teach Southeast Asians a lesson.0


    Gu Xiao had donated to Lotus Temple and was ay Buddhist in Southeast Asia, holding ayman''s certificate.0


    Thus, his ashes were brought back by Xiong Dapao and ced in Lotus Temple.0


    Even Yan Peiheng''s anger couldn''t stop this.0


    In the mausoleum of Lotus Temple, wherey Buddhists'' ashes are kept, Gu Xiao''s ashes were ced opposite Su Wen''s.0


    The old man had worked hard all his life. Chen Men spected that in his previous life, he was probably killed by his shareholders.0


    He never returned home.0


    But in this life, although his end was bleak, it was ultimately fulfilling.0


    Yan Zhao couldn''t return, so he hoped Chen Men woulde to him.0


    He called three times in one night, urging her to return.0


    When the children came back, Chen Men told Little Wang and Little Lang that they must visit their mother this time. After all, she was their biological mother. She had supported their education, and provided evidence that led to the imprisonment of Feng Ha, Wang Qi, and Lu Dabao. The two boys had to visit her.0


    "Let Little Lang go. I''ll stay with Yan Shengnan; she still has to perform in a show," Little Wang immediately said.0


    When it came to Zhou Xueqin, he didn''t even want to mention love. Just thinking about her made Little Wang shudder and feel ufortable.0


    Even if she wanted to see him, Little Wang didn''t want to see her.0


    Little Lang agreed, "Alright." But he smacked his lips and said, "I want to eat the mutton soup and stuffed bread from Uncle Yan''s ce at the vige entrance. I miss it so much."0


    He was going home just because he missed the local vors.0


    Yuanyuan had been a standout at Dongfang School, a little star. But in the capital, things were different.0


    The capital was full of talented people, and most children who performed in events had strong backing and exceptional abilities. Yuanyuan had to start over.0


    Chen Men had no connections in the arts, and Yan Peiheng didn''t know how to make introductions to leaders of the art troupes. So, whether singing, dancing, or acting, Yuanyuan had to start from scratch.0


    This time, it was an eight-girl chorus. If they didn''t perform diligently, they might not even get camera time.0


    As soon as Yuanyuan got home, she went straight to her room, practicing from stage walking to singing and facial expression management.0


    Of course, she was only responsible for singing, and she thought that as long as she sang well, everything would be fine.0


    But Little Wang still had to run an errand tonight.0


    There was a cameraman who had be quite close to Little Wang, almost like sworn brothers. The cameraman was recently learning to use aputer and practicing Wubi typing. Little Wang, knowing this, decided to give him a copy of "Wubi Typing for Beginners."0


    A small gift carries great intentions. Perhaps that book could get Yuanyuan a few more shots in the evening performance.0


    This is about rtionships. While others work on directors, Little Wang can''t reach the director, so he turns to the cameraman. Although the cameraman doesn''t have as big a name as the director, he operates the camera, which is more direct, isn''t it?0


    If Yan Xishan knew how clever Little Wang was, he''d definitely give him a thumbs up.0


    He''s almost like a biological son, perfectly inheriting his knack for building rtionships and getting through back doors.0


    Little Wang called the cameraman to arrange a meeting at 9:30 PM. With a bit of time left, he came to help Chen Men pack her luggage.0


    Although he hasn''t grown much taller in the past half year, he has be more robust. Since Little Lang turned into a ck wolf, there''s been aparison, and with his fair skin and handsome features, Little Wang has be the family''s visual representative.0


    Seeing him bend over to fold clothes, he really looks like a slender pole.0


    Chen Men suddenly remembered something and asked Little Wang, "Yan Wangqi, mom wants to ask you something about adults, and you have to be honest with me, okay?"0


    "Go ahead, what is it?" Little Wang replied, his long fingers quickly and skillfully folding the clothes.0


    Chen Men asked, "When you decide to fall in love in the future, what do you look for first, physique, looks, or education?"0


    Little Wang looked alert and stopped folding. "Mom, what''s wrong? Did the teacher say something to you again?"0


    The teachers in the capital shouldn''t know about his rtionship with Yuanyuan. Who''s spreading rumors?0


    Besides, Little Wang didn''t think he had done anything wrong in his behavior.0


    Chen Men quickly said, "No, you''re grown up now, and if you want to fall in love, mom won''t stop you. I''m just curious, what type do you like? Zhou Huimin, Lin Qingxia, or the popr Zhu Yin?"0


    "I don''t like any of them," Little Wang immediately said.0


    "What if the girl is darker and a bit chubbier, would you like her?" Chen Men asked again.0


    It turned out that mom wasn''t lecturing him because of some nonsense. Talking about this, Little Wang had something to say: "Darkness doesn''t matter. When I first met Yuanyuan, she was red and dark, like a green bug, but I thought she was prettier then."0


    When Yuanyuan stayed in Chen Family Vige, she often yed outside. When she first met Little Wang, she was indeed red and dark.0


    "What if she''s a bit chubbier?" Chen Men asked again.0


    "That''s fine. Both you and Yuanyuan are too thin. Look at Meimei next door, Uncle Wang''s daughter, she''s round and chubby, just like Little Lang when he was young, so cute," Little Wang said with a smile.0


    Mother and son chatted quite happily, and Chen Men was quite pleased.0


    In fact, she had long noticed that Little Wang wasn''t a superficial person. Next door, in the house of the oldmander Wang, there was a chubby girl, not very pretty, but Little Wang often bought her sausages, candy, and rice crackers.0


    Since he started earning money to spend on Little Lang, he naturally enjoyed taking care of children and buying things to feed them, even happier than eating himself.0


    Thinking about this, Chen Men suddenly felt everything was going smoothly.0


    Little Wang wasn''t superficial, so as long as she found the little girl he liked in his previous life.0


    If the girl''s family was poor, she could find a way to take care of them.0


    Perhaps they could rekindle their past rtionship.0


    Little Wang was still folding clothes. He was particrly good at packing luggage. He rolled easily wrinkled shirts and pants into small cylindrical shapes after pressing the seams. Clothes that looked like they would wrinkle more when rolled actually unfolded smoother without creases.0


    Chen Men looked at Little Wang''s long hands and suddenly felt a pang in her heart.0


    She suddenly remembered something. In her previous life, Yan Xishan had liver cancer and stayed in Jindong District Hospital.0


    And Little Lang had always stayed in the district hospital.0


    She still remembered the only time she visited Yan Xishan, she had flipped through the clothes in the cab, which were also rolled up neatly.0


    Children''s household skills are taught by adults, but Chen Men didn''t know how to fold clothes like that.0


    She remembered praising Yuanyuan at the time, saying she was better at housework than herself. Yuanyuan just smiled and didn''t say anything.0


    But she was sure Yuanyuan wouldn''t fold clothes like that in two lifetimes.0


    So, those clothes, were they folded by Little Wang?0


    And the little dark girl, the chubby one, could it be Yuanyuan?0

 Chapter 156

    This thought shed through Chen Men''s mind, and she was frightened by it herself.


    It was like an iceberg - at first, you only see a corner, but only when you get closer can you see its full magnitude and realize just how massive it is.


    The more Chen Men thought about it, the more she realized that Yuanyuan''s partner was likely Little Wang.


    Yuanyuan had run away when she was fifteen or sixteen. Back then, during those times when the economy wasn''t developed and job opportunities were scarce, she worked at the district hospital washing bedsheets, always smelling of disinfectant.


    Later, she rented a small shop near the hospital entrance, selling millet cushions, eggs, and flowers.


    Being at the hospital entrance meant high foot traffic, and business was good - her small venture was particrly profitable.


    The first time she formally mentioned having a boyfriend was when she was 21, and Little Wang was 23 at the time. As Chen Men calcted this, she became increasingly certain. One day, Yuanyuan had proudly shown off a fake gold ne that Lu Jingyu bought her, saying she was going to meet her boyfriend''s family. She told Chen Men that after getting married, she would bring her to live with them as one family.


    However, after returning, she said she had broken up and would never date again.


    The person she must have met then was Zhou Xueqin.


    The gold ne had lost its color, and she was overweight then, dressed unfashionably - she had been thrown out with a cup of water by Zhou Xueqin.


    No wonder Yuanyuan never spoke about it afterward and never mentioned dating again.


    This matter seemed certain to Chen Men even without asking Zhou Xueqin.


    What should she do now?


    The n had been for Chen Men and Little Lang to return together - the ne tickets were already bought. Butte at night, Yan Peiheng called to say that the Central Theater Command was having a shooting exercise tomorrow. A national-level leader had heard about Little Lang''s excellent shooting skills and wanted Yan Peiheng to bring him along. After the exercise, they wanted the child topete with the special forces soldiers to see his abilities.


    This wasn''t Yan Peiheng pulling strings - his grandson had been specifically requested by the leaders above.


    The old man was extremely excited, and Little Lang had to stay.


    ns changed three times in one day, which actually suited Yan Zhao''s wishes, resulting in Chen Men returning alone.


    The flight was at three in the afternoon, and Chen Men arrived in Xiping City.


    Originally, she had nned to find Zhou Xueqin as soon as she arrived in Xiping City. However, when something doesn''t happen to you personally, you don''t feel its impact. But when Chen Men discovered that it was Yuanyuan who had been thrown out with a cup of water, she didn''t want to see that woman anymore, not even once.


    Yan Zhao was waiting in the arrival hall.


    Seeing Chen Men from afar, he first took her handbag, then helped her with her luggage when it came out on the carousel.


    Seeing that Chen Men seemed to be in a bad mood, he tactfully didn''t ask anything. At the parking lot, after several years, Chen Men''s old Crown was still the most eye-catching car there.


    Chen Men was deeply troubled. Although the two families weren''t blood rtives, both Yuanyuan and Little Wang''s grandmothers had the surname Su, and their grandfathers were both surnamed Yan. They had married from one vige to another. Even if she and Yan Zhao didn''t object, if the two got together, what would the vigers say? How would they gossip? How could Chen Men feelfortable knowing the children would be pointed at and whispered about behind their backs?


    "Zhou Xueqin..." Chen Men was afraid Yan Zhao would drive her directly to see Zhou Xueqin, so she wanted to say she''d like to go home first.


    Yan Zhao said: "Her? She''s having surgery today, forget it, you shouldn''t see her."


    Chen Men was startled: "What surgery? What happened to her?"


    Yan Zhao turned the steering wheel, his mouth twitching: "They say it''s a breast tumor, she just had the operation today."


    Zhou Xueqin should have been released on parole in mid-September, it had only been half a month since her release, how did she suddenly discover she was ill?


    Though with breast tumors, the issue usually isn''t too serious, since most breast tumors are benign.


    "By the way, what do you want for lunch?" Yan Zhao asked.


    Now that Chen Men knew about Little Wang and Yuanyuan''s situation, how could she have any appetite?


    Just yesterday, she had been nning that upon returning to Xiping City, she would havemb paomo for breakfast, stir-fried paomo for lunch, and a bowl of water-basin mutton for dinner, along with a donkey meat sandwich. But now, she didn''t have the slightest desire to eat.


    "Whatever," she said.


    Yan Zhao turned the wheel and headed straight for Yanguan Vige.


    Halfway there, Yan Zhao''s phone rang, so he pulled over to the side of the road to answer it.


    "Hello, Colonel, why aren''t you home?" It was immediately recognizable as Xiong Dapao''s booming voice.


    Yan Zhao said: "I''ll be there in half an hour."


    "Good, I''ll wait for you," Xiong Dapao said and hung up.


    That was typical of Xiong Dapao. He had handed over his former clothing business to Xiong Xiaohua.


    Currently, he was focused on the paint business.


    And two years ago, Gu Xiao had returned all his shares to him.


    It was like a dreame true - Xiong Dapao had struck incredible luck, essentially getting eight hundred thousand from the Southeast Asian tycoon for free. Without having to share profits, he could make bigger investments in his paint factory, improve product packaging, and lower prices.


    Like the August First milk powder, by keeping his paint prices low, he could survive in this mixed market environment.


    Of course, Xiong Dapao was grateful for Gu Xiao''s patronage. During the two-plus years when Yan Zhao was away, he often went to Hong Kong and developed a good rtionship with Gu Xiao.


    Between them, there was a kind of kindred father-son feeling.


    But Gu Xiao''s mood could change like June weather, and this father-son rtionship was now facing a test.


    As soon as they reached the vige entrance, Chen Men saw Xiong Dapao, wearing the same short-sleeved white shirt as Yan Zhao, looking dejected as he pped his thigh with a document folder.


    He seemed quite anxious. Seeing Yan Zhao''s car stop, he came forward to open the car door for him and smiled, saying, "Hello, sister-inw."


    "What''s the matter?" Yan Zhao asked.


    Xiong Dapao heaved a long sigh and handed Yan Zhao an envelope: "Take it quickly, if I wait any longer, I might change my mind."


    Seeing Yan Zhao not taking it, he threw it into the car and turned to leave.


    Yan Zhao honked the horn and called out: "Xiong Dapao."


    "Yes!" With his cannon-like voice, Xiong Dapao shouted back, but still looking dejected.


    "What''s really going on?" Yan Zhao asked sternly.


    After all, as a soldier who had served directly under Yan Zhao, Xiong Dapao would certainly be afraid when the Colonel got angry. After hesitating for a moment, he said: "Colonel, please look for yourself. There are several items in this document folder that Professor Gu asked me to pass on to you. I''m fine, just in a bad mood. I need to go home and recover."


    With that, he got into his car and left.


    Yan Zhao opened the envelope right there in the car. The first thing that slid out was a check with "Eight Hundred Thousand Yuan" written on it - this was a personal check from Sanbao Paint Factory made out to Chen Men.


    The official seal, financial seal, and private seal were all stamped very clearly and meticulously.


    There was also a contract inside - a share transfer agreement.


    Gu Xiao had given Chen Men an identical one yesterday at the Little Red Building, but she hadn''t epted it then, so Gu Xiao had Yan Dongxue take it. Interestingly, yesterday''s version had Yan Zhao''s name as the header, while today''s version had Yan Shengnan''s name.


    Unlike yesterday''s version which only had the "Share Agreement" with nothing else, this one not only had the transfer agreement but also included a copy of Gu Xiao''s passport and his personally written power of attorney document, naming Chen Men as the agent.


    Yan Zhao continued emptying the envelope, finding a small cloth bag inside. Opening it, there was a small harmonica.


    His breath caught immediately.


    This was the harmonica he had yed as a child - he could clearly recognize the ces where the paint had been bitten off by him.


    This small harmonica was what Gu Xiao had brought to Yanguan Vige, and it was the favorite toy of young Yan Zhao and Yan Xing.


    As children, the two siblings always liked to help Gu Xiao with chores to earn the chance to y this small harmonica.


    This was indeed Gu Xiao''s possession.


    Yan Zhao looked at it for a long while, then turned to ask Chen Men: "Did you give that small nket to Gu Xiao?"


    "Yes, just yesterday, he came to our house to get it personally," Chen Men said.


    Then she added: "Yesterday Gu Xiao gave me a transfer contract, with the shares being transferred to you, but I didn''t ept it."


    Yan Zhao handed the "Equity Document" with Yan Shengnan''s name on it to Chen Men, saying, "Just go through the procedures. This one is for Yuanyuan - I believe this was his true intention and original purpose."


    Though Gu Xiao was old and appeared frail, his schemes and calctions were incredibly difficult to guard against.


    If they had epted the "Equity Document" yesterday, yes, they could have received the items, but to process the transfer, they would still need the shareholder to be present in person, or at least provide a power of attorney document.


    And someone like Gu Xiao, who could so easily go back on his word, might take the small nket but refuse to provide the power of attorney.


    In that case, he would have taken the nket, while the 271 shares would remain in his possession.


    However, when Yan Peiheng and Chen Men refused the contract yesterday, today Gu Xiao would have Xiong Dapao deliver a new set of documents - this timeplete with power of attorney, passport copies, and everything prepared properly.


    Chen Men would only need to take these documents to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to process the transfer.


    So today''s documents truly had the power to execute the transfer.


    Holding these documents, Chen Men couldn''t help but marvel at how Gu Xiao was truly a master of schemes.


    Except for people like Yan Zhao and his son who genuinely didn''t covet money or possessions and were as steady as a rock, most people couldn''t withstand his maniptions.


    Oh right, there was also that check - an eighty-thousand check. This was the original investment Gu Xiao had made in Sanbao Paint Factory, and now he had Xiong Dapao withdraw it all to give to her?


    Once this check went into Chen Men''s personal ount, she would instantly be a millionaire, but Xiong Dapao''s paint factory currently didn''t have abundant funds. If she drained their capital, what would happen to Xiong Dapao?


    But nobody dislikes money.


    Chen Men had been in a bad mood sincest night, but now, because of this 800,000, she was feeling delighted.


    However, when she happened to nce at Yan Zhao''s expression, why did he look so disapproving?


    Yan Zhao knew better than Chen Men about Xiong Dapao''spany situation - inferior paint flooding the market, unable to raise prices for quality paint. To make good products in this era, one had to endure hardships and struggle forward.


    And with Chen Men withdrawing Xiong Dapao''s working capital, Sanbao Paint Factory would have to endure another difficult period.


    This annoying man probably wanted her to return the money to Xiong Dapao, didn''t he?


    Seeing Yan Zhao staring at her like a mother hen protecting her chicks, Chen Men immediately clutched the check tightly: "Brother San, this was given to me by Gu Xiao. A house in the capital will be worth millions in the future - with 800,000, I could buy two houses to hold onto."


    Yan Zhao said nothing, stopped the car, opened the door, and gestured for Chen Men to get out.


    Chen Men refused to leave: "We need to go to the bank right away to deposit this, or the check will expire."


    "The check is valid for ten working days, and today is a holiday, so we can''t deposit it. Let''s go home," Yan Zhao said.


    This man was bing more knowledgeable, even knowing about check validity periods.


    "This money is mine, it must go into my personal ount immediately," Chen Men insisted.


    Yan Zhao looked at Chen Men for a moment, then nodded good-naturedly: "We''ll deposit it after the National Day holiday. I''ll help you."


    "Really?" Chen Men asked hesitantly.


    This man always put the country before his own family, and the bigger picture before their family''s interests. However, he was always true to his word - if he said he would deposit the money into her ount, he would definitely do it.


    Could it be that he had suddenly changed, now considering her small wishes more important than the survival of arge paint factory?


    This seemed quite unlike his usual temperament, and Chen Men felt something was off.


    Sure enough, after a moment''s silence, Yan Zhao said: "I don''t think this matter is over. Professor Gu suddenly draining Sanbao Paint Factory''s working capital must have his purpose."


    So it wasn''t that Yan Zhao considered Chen Men''s feelings more important than a major enterprise''s survival.


    Rather, he had seen through Gu Xiao''s tricks and methods.


    This cunning man - while Gu Xiao was considered deep and calcting, his own depths were even greater.


    Indeed, at this time Gu Xiao had just started his journey to Singapore and hadn''t yet called Xiong Dapao there.


    Following Gu Xiao''s instructions, Xiong Dapao had given all thepany''s working capital to Chen Men, but Sanbao Paint Factory needed to survive - what could be done?


    So he mortgaged his house, car, and even Xiong Xiaohua''s several clothing stores, took out bank loans, and continued running Sanbao Paint.


    After all, money was a small matter - the business was more important.


    And just when Xiong Dapao was buried in debt and struggling to move forward, Gu Xiao called him to Singapore and announced that he would hand over his international waste materialspany for Xiong Dapao to manage from now on.


    So it was another case of finding life in death - Xiong Dapao ultimately secured the international waste materialspany because of his own loyalty,mitment, and persistence.


    As for Gu Xiao, even until hisst breath, he was still manipting people''s hearts, or rather, using his own methods to cultivate those sessors he deemed worthy.


    After all, Su Wen had once said that she let him go so he could pass on his knowledge.


    Teaching and educating people, spreading knowledge - this was what Gu Xiao had done his entire life.


    He wasn''t someone who feared death, nor was he, as Chen Men had spected, someone who valued love less than life itself.


    Less than worldly pleasures.


    Rather, he had fought hard all his life while also teaching and educating throughout his life. He believed he had achieved some aplishments, and these achievements were only so that when he died and met Su Wen in another world, he could face that woman with dignity and tell her that he had not failed her mission.


    Only then would he feel worthy of Su Wen''s salvation from back then.


    Spiritually, he was the one who could truly resonate with Su Wen''s soul.


    His love transcended worldly narrowness, desire, and base interests.


    And Gu Xiao never expected anyone to understand these things - in fact, he disdained being understood.


    This was his pride, his persistence.


    ...


    Meanwhile in the vige, although facing demolition, because the resettlement location hadn''t been determined yet, every household still had people living there. Today was National Day, a major holiday, and at five in the afternoon, it was the time when vigers came out for a stroll.


    Demolition was a major topic - as long as things weren''t finalized, people could talk about it endlessly, spitting saliva flying everywhere.


    As soon as Chen Men got out of the car, Yan Sanye had to call out: "Isn''t this Men, you''re back?"


    "Uncle San, I see you''re in good spirits!" Chen Men said with a smile.


    "Good, very good indeed, I''m not dying, I''ll anger those bastards to death." Yan Sanye''s eyes narrowed: "Men, those pants look good, what are they called, ''bull pants'' right? Really beautiful."


    This old man, never losing his roguish nature.


    Chen Men was wearing jeans, but an old rogue like Yan Sanye just had to call them "bull pants."


    However, surprised by Yan Sanye''s eyesight, Chen Men quietly asked Yan Zhao: "Can Uncle San see clearly?"


    "Yes, Qi Songlu took him to get cataract surgery, his eyes are fine now," Yan Zhao said.


    Yan Sanye added: "Not just my eyes are good, my body is excellent too. I''m watching those filial sons and virtuous grandsons of mine - what face do they have to try to snatch houses from my Songlu?"


    As the saying goes, no one knows the poor in the bustling city, but rtives appear from afar when there''s wealth in the deep mountains.


    Yan Sanye wasn''tpletely without rtives - Yan Xishan was his nephew, and he had several nephews from his sisters too. Very early on, during the revolutionary period, they had drawn clear lines with Yan Sanye, not only cutting off contact but even participating in criticizing him.


    But recently, with the houses facing demolition, they all suddenly appeared, arguing about inheriting Yan Sanye''s house.


    Was that possible? In recent years when Yan Sanye was sick, it was Qi Songlu who took care of him, it was Qi Songlu who took him for eye surgery.


    With the houses facing demolition, Yan Sanye nned to transfer everything to Qi Songlu''s name.


    As for the nephews, they wouldn''t get even a whiff.


    Seeing Yan Zhao get out of the car, Yan Sanye stood up: "Yan Zhao, I''ve noticed you''ve gottenzytely. This matter of the household registration book for me and Songlu - you keep putting it off, how long are you nning to dy?"


    "Let''s go to your house, I''ll look for the documents and help you handle it today," Yan Zhao said.


    To prevent his shameless nephews and Yan Xishan''s shameless nephew from trying to im his relocationpensation house, Yan Sanye nned to transfer Qi Songlu to his household registration. He had asked Yan Zhao for help several days ago, but Yan Zhao kept making excuses and refused to help. Today, however, he finally agreed to assist.


    Leaning on his cane, Yan Sanye stood up and looked back at Men: "Youe too. Don''t mind if my house is dirty - Songlu keeps it clean now."


    Chen Men used to think it was dirty and disliked how Yan Sanye would wipe his nose everywhere, so she never entered his house, and even when she did enter, she never went into his bedroom.


    Of course, almost nobody in the vige would enter Yan Sanye''s house, finding him too disgusting.


    Only Yan Zhao, Huang Xiaoxiang, and Qi Songlu were willing to take care of this dirty old man.


    Today was Chen Men''s first time entering Yan Sanye''s bedroom, and to her surprise, the kang bed was spotlessly clean, and the floor wasid with green bricks - all cleaned up by Qi Songlu, making everything bright and tidy.


    "Come,e, let me get the key," Yan Sanye said cheerfully.


    Yan Zhao saw him struggling to align the key with the keyhole, so he took the key and opened the drawer, taking out a thick stack of documents including household registration booklets, ID cards, photos, Five Guarantees certificates, and widower certificates.


    "Hey hey, Yan Zhao, don''t take the photos from inside," Yan Sanye said.


    Yan Zhao quickly pulled out one photo and handed it to Chen Men, saying: "I didn''t take any."


    Then, maintaining a straight face, he locked the drawer for Yan Sanye and hung the key back around his neck.


    The couple then returned to their own home.


    No matter how many ces they had lived, this was still Chen Men''s favorite ce.


    Pushing open the courtyard gate, although autumn had arrived and there were many trees behind the house, the yard was sweptpletely clean without a single fallen leaf.


    Yan Zhao had only stayed in Xiping City for half a month, yet he had managed to paint all the doors and windows with fresh paint, making them bright and clean.


    Chen Men held the stack of documents, and like most people, she was most interested in the photos.


    What caught Chen Men''s attention about this particr photo was that it showed several people, one of whom looked like Yan Xishan, with deep-set eyes, a higher bridge of the nose than most people, and naturally curly hair without needing a perm.


    However, this was a ck and white photo, and Yan Xishan''s attire was particrly strange. He was carrying arge cotton-fluffing bow on his shoulder, grinning - was he fluffing cotton?


    Moreover, he was standing together with Yan Sanye, Yan Xishan''s father, and several other strangers. How was this possible? The father and son appeared to be the same age, and they were standing together.


    Looking closer, Chen Men realized something was off - these were clothes from the 1950s or 60s, and the person in the photo wasn''t Yan Xishan, but rather a man who looked almost identical to him.


    Of course, this wasn''t Yan Xishan''s father, as his father was also in the photo.


    Speaking of which, Yan Xishan was nicknamed Little Fei Xiang because he didn''t look like his father at all, with his high nose and deep-set eyes making him look foreign. This had caused him much suffering - during thendlord persecution period, he was pulled out for criticism, andter when it was time to "defeat American imperialism," he wasbeled an American imperialist''s spawn and again subjected to criticism.


    Born in 1955, Yan Xishan had experienced all kinds of persecution growing up. For his first twenty years, he lived a life worse than a dog''s.


    Besides his family background, it was all because of his appearance.


    Could it be that Yan Xishan''s real father wasn''t thendlord, but rather this cotton-fluffing man in the photo?


    Because of Yuanyuan and Little Wang, Chen Men was in a bad mood today.


    Even the 800,000 yuan transferred by Gu Xiao couldn''t lift her spirits.


    Entering their home, the old bed and old bedding that she had washed clean for Yan Zhao were fresh and neat. Not only was the courtyard clean and bright, but even the two old vats in the bedroom were so clean you could see your reflection in them.


    Chen Meny down on the bed as soon as she entered, holding the photo, still examining it.


    Yan Zhao dusted himself off, removed his coat, andy down beside Chen Men.


    "After Zhou Xueqin returned to Xiping City, she met with me once. She told me that Little Wang''s girlfriend from the previous life was named Yan Zhaodi, from Yanguan Vige," he said first.


    Seeing Chen Men looking at him, Yan Zhao continued: "She said she was Yan Xishan''s daughter, Yan Zhaodi."


    Chen Men had thought Zhou Xueqin hadn''t told Yan Zhao, that he didn''t know about this.


    So he knew already?


    "Then what?" she asked.


    In fact, when Zhou Xueqin had her medical examination at the detention center, they found tumors in her breast. People naturally fear death, and before a tumor is removed, no one knows whether it''s malignant or benign.


    Moreover, Zhou Xueqin had once gone to Fujian and personally handled contaminated ck oil that had been exposed to nuclear radiation.


    In Fujian, the people who had helped her transport the oil had all developed various radiation-rted illnesses. When she discovered the breast tumors, Zhou Xueqin realized they might be malignant.


    Her illness was due to her greed for the ck oil and exposure to radiation.


    It''s worth noting that even during interrogation, she hadn''t nned to reveal the truth about that incident.


    Because just as she had been reborn but knew nothing about Chen Men''s life, Chen Men didn''t understand her life either.


    Chen Men had once been the high-and-mighty wife of the richest man, while Zhou Xueqin was poor and destitute, having once worked as a cleaner at Lu Jingyu''spany. At that time, Little Wang and Yuanyuan were always together, never apart. She had not only thrown water in Yuanyuan''s face, but also would mock and threaten her whenever they met, saying things like "if you don''t leave my son, I''ll tell Boss Lu about this, about you dating a boy from your vige, and make your mother lose face."


    In some ways, she had used Yuanyuan''s hands to help her take care of Little Lang.


    But she just wouldn''t allow her to marry Little Wang.


    In this life, Yuanyuan had be a celebrity, frequently appearing on TV, acting in movies, and bing a somewhat famous folk singer.


    And Little Wang had visibly transformed as well.


    Zhou Xueqin had long suspected the two children would develop feelings if they were together.


    Now she was sick and didn''t know when she might die, so before entering the operating room, she told Yan Zhao about this matter.


    She wanted him to transfer Little Wang to his name and have Little Wang return to Xiping City to take care of her.


    Through this, she hoped to separate the two children.


    After all, children from the same vige with the same surname - if they really got together, wouldn''t all the adults face ridicule from the vigers?


    This was Zhou Xueqin''sst card to y. She feared death, feared having no one to care for her, wanted a son, and this was her final move.


    After finishing his exnation, Yan Zhao turned to look at his wife.


    Chen Men looked back at her husband - this was a difficult problem, a major challenge for them as a couple.


    Zhou Xueqin still wanted a son - if she couldn''t have his heart, she''d settle for his physical presence.


    If it wasn''t cancer, it would be fine, but if it was cancer - who could be more attentive at a sickbed than one''s own child?


    Little Wang was naturally a hardworking and capable child, so he could take good care of a patient, and even if he felt ufortable or unwilling inside, he would have to care for Zhou Xueqin, handling everything from feeding to cleaning, and he would have to do it well. Otherwise, everyone in the hospital ward, everyone from the vige, everyone who knew them would criticize him.


    Just like how in the previous life, Yuanyuan had to attend to Yan Xishan in the hospital ward for as long as he was sick.


    All Zhou Xueqin and Yan Xishan relied on was the fact that they had given birth to those children.


    For Chen Men, there was no solution - it would just anger her to death.


    But she felt that Yan Zhao''s character wasn''t one that could be threatened or persuaded by Zhou Xueqin.


    Him showing her this photo must have had deeper meaning.


    Sure enough, Yan Zhao spoke again: "If the children really want to be together, let them be together as they wish."


    Holding up the photo, he said: "When I was young, I once heard my grandmother cursing, saying that Yan Xishan''s mother had an affair, that Yan Xishan came from Xinjiang, the child of an old Uyghur cotton trader who fluffed cotton."


    The vigers of Yanguan Vige were simple people, and even shrewish old women like Yan Zhao''s grandmother would only asionally curse when angry.


    But most of the time, they kept their mouths shut.


    However, Yan Xishan''s features were distinctly different from the local people of Xiping City.


    When the children were young, many people had actually discussed the question of his parentage.


    It''s just that no one ever talked about it openly.


    Yan Sanye had always carefully guarded this secret, keeping that sole photograph locked away.


    It was because Yan Xishan was theirndlord family''s only seed, their only bloodline.


    He didn''t want Yan Xishan to learn about his true origins and run off to be Old Wei''s son.


    But he couldn''t bring himself to burn the photograph because he still harbored some hesitation in his heart, probably nning to tell Yan Xishan the truth on his deathbed.


    Starting from the perspective of the two children wanting to be together, the matter became simple.


    Treating it like a case to solve.


    Yan Zhao made inquiries around the vige and indeed learned from some elderly vigers that when Old Wei was around, he had left a photograph. Actually, he had already seen the photo at Yan Sanye''s house a few days ago, but didn''t take it then. He only went to get it after Chen Men returned.


    With this photograph, Yan Zhao wanted not only to convince Chen Men but, more importantly, to convince himself.


    Yuanyuan''s grandmother and Su Wen were both girls from the Fifth Brigade, their ancestors were from the same family, but they were beyond five generations of kinship.


    And if Yan Xishan truly wasn''t his father''s child, but rather the son of Old Wei, the cotton fluffer in the photograph, then Little Wang and Yuanyuan''s blood rtionship wouldn''t even count as cousins.


    There would be no real obstacle to their marriage.


    But was this Old Wei still alive? He should havee to Yanguan Vige sometime in the 1950s, a cotton farmer from Xinjiang who came to fluff cotton.


    He probably returned to Xinjiang long ago. Xinjiang was so vast - could Yan Xishan even find his birth father?


    "This photo - you want to give it to Yan Xishan so he can find his real father? Do you have any leads?" Chen Men asked in return.


    "How could that be possible?" Yan Zhao took the photo and tucked it into the "Criminal Law" book on the bedside table.


    Then he said: "I''ll choose the university for Yan Wangqi and send him to study far away. I''ll arrange for him to study abroad. He needs to go overseas for four years first, and can only return afterpleting his studies. This way, we can keep the children apart for eight years."


    Little Wang was about to take his college entrance exams. Sending him away would separate him from Yuanyuan.


    Following that with studying abroad would make it eight years - practically as long as the War of Resistance against Japan.


    In Chen Men''s view, most people couldn''t maintain a rtionship over such a long time.


    By then, perhaps Yuanyuan would have a new boyfriend, and Little Wang would have a new girlfriend.


    Perhaps their rtionship would naturally fade away.


    "After eight years, if they still want to be together..." Before Yan Zhao could finish, Chen Men asked: "Then you''ll give the photo to Yan Xishan?"


    "No, let Yan Wangqi find it himself. If he can find it, then he''ll be worthy of being my son-inw. Otherwise, it won''t work," Yan Zhao said, closing the book with a snap and cing it on the bedside table.


    Chen Men looked at the blue book with white text, "Criminal Law," thinking about what Little Wang hated most.


    Wasn''t it precisely books? And what profession did he hate most? Wasn''t it being a police officer?


    He would never read this book willingly.


    Chen Men was puzzled about whether Yan Zhao was now positioning himself as a father or a father-inw.


    Could Little Wang meet these harsh conditions?


    This seemed like the eighty-one trials of Journey to the West. Being both a father and a father-inw, Yan Zhao was setting these challenges for his son with full knowledge of his capabilities. Could Little Wang escape from his clutches?


    Seeing Chen Men looking at him with an expression both annoyed and amused, Yan Zhao tucked her in and said in a parental tone: "Let the children find their own happiness. Get some rest. I bought some tripe and will clean it to make you a bowl of clean huludou."


    But Chen Men hooked her foot around his: "Stay a while longer. We haven''t seen each other for half a month. Don''t you miss me?"


    Yan Zhao sat stiffly, looked for a long while, and finally managed to say: "It''s not dark yet."


    "If you close the curtains, won''t it be dark?" Chen Men countered.


    Yan Zhao had never done such naughty things during daylight, but looking at the curtains, he suddenly realized - yes, if the curtains were closed, wouldn''t it be dark?


    He was always so rigid in everything he did. Without Chen Men, he would have only known one position for bedroom activities his whole life, with no variety or flexibility.


    Even with Chen Men, he only moved when she prompted him.


    If she didn''t prompt, Yan Zhao would just stay at that point, not moving anymore.


    Like today, it was so rare - it was the first time Chen Men had actively expressed wanting to be intimate with him in broad daylight.


    Yan Zhao was extremely excited.


    However, what excited him even more was yet toe.


    Leaving love marks had always been an activity Yan Zhao found particrly enjoyable.


    And today, unprecedentedly, Chen Men left a love mark on a certain special part of Yan Zhao''s body.


    This startled Yan Zhao, especially since he hadn''t even showered yet and felt a bit unclean himself.


    For the first time ever, barely three minutes after getting into bed, Yan Zhao let out a loud, muffled groan.


    It was so loud that it scared the sparrows in the locust tree behind the house, making them flutter away.


    He sat up with a jerk, quickly got out of bed, and rushed to the bathroom to take a shower.


    Then he returned to the bedroom, but before entering, hesitated by the window and blurted out: "I''m not usually like this."


    After a while, he said sternly: "Don''t do that again, it''s dirty!"


    In response, Chen Men buried her face in the pillow, giggling.


    Looking at her buried in the nkets, it was strange - they were approaching forty and had been married for years, yet Yan Zhao still felt the same youthful urge topletely possess her, to merge her into his own body.


    Turning around, the man went to work.


    Chen Men hadn''t slept the previous night, worried about Little Wang and Yuanyuan''s situation, and after flying back and being tense all day, sleep was particrly important at her age. Now it was time for a good rest.


    In the crisp autumn air, sparrows and swallows chirped behind the house, and the wind rustled through the locust trees.


    Yan Zhao was cleaning tripe, washing it thoroughly, and then had to make pancakes and cut scallions and garlic.


    In her dreams, Chen Men could smell the familiar sweet wheat fragrance of the pancakes. Soon the pot was boiling, and because Yan Zhao had cleaned the tripe so carefully, there was no unpleasant smell. He had also cookedmb with tsaoko and Sichuan pepper, their fragrances rising with the steam from the pot, filling the courtyard with wonderful aromas.


    After her deep sleep, when she woke up, a steaming bowl of huludou with soaked bread was already set out in the courtyard.


    The bread was torn by Yan Zhao into pieces exactly the size of her little finger.


    The noodles had been soaked in cold water since the previous night, then rolled in themb broth, achieving the perfect chewy texture.


    Taking a mouthful brought pure happiness.


    Looking up at the nting sunset and the golden leaves gilded by itsst rays, Chen Men''s heart finally felt truly at ease.


    She nced at her husband, who immediately avoided her eyes, his ears red as blood.


    Life with Yan Zhao was just this simple, and they would never be extremely wealthy.


    He would never say romantic words either.


    But for Chen Men, who had lived two lifetimes, nothing couldpare to waking up to this fragrant bowl of huludou with soaked bread.


    And among all the men Chen Men had known in this world, only Yan Zhao could make it just right.


    Perhaps this was why she had gradually fallen in love with him without realizing it.


    This three-day holiday was the first time the couple had ever spent alone in Yanguan Vige.


    The next day, Chen Men went to the hospital to visit Zhou Xueqin. Fortunately, the biopsy showed that Zhou Xueqin''s tumor was benign.


    This meant that once removed, she would be fine and could leave the hospital.


    But because of her fear of death and worry about having no one to care for her, Zhou Xueqin had once again made herself look bad.


    Even though Chen Men hadn''t revealed the incident about her letting Little Lang eat paint, her behavior this time hadpletely earned Yan Zhao''s contempt.


    So even though she was sick and the children should havee to see her, Yan Zhao didn''t let them visit.


    The couple sat briefly and then left.


    Zhou Xueqin walked to the ss window and saw the couple below, talking andughing as they walked.


    Yan Zhao carried Chen Men''s bag, listening to her speak while walking, then opened the bag to take out a water bottle. Chen Men took it, had a sip, handed it back to Yan Zhao, continued talking, and then they got into their car.


    The champagne-colored Crown was so bright in the sunlight that Zhou Xueqin had to squint her eyes.


    Looking back to her previous life, during her first blind date arrangement, there were two rows of photos - one row of men and one row of women. At that time, all the leaders of the wool textile factory collectively reviewed them. Someone ced Chen Men''s photo next to Yan Zhao''s, and everyone immediately praised them, saying these two looked like a perfect match.Aliali: 6721458c3a4784313d77dbc3


    The man appeared masculine and upright, while the woman looked gentle and charming. Together, they seemed like a match made in heaven.


    Soon after, everyone started discussing Yan Zhao''s background.


    As for Zhou Xueqin, she mainly heard about Yan Zhao''s good family background, which was why she had her father, who was the party secretary, switch the photos.


    A girl of eighteen is like a flower in bloom. Chen Men was truly beautiful back then. Even in ck and white photos, her vivacity couldn''t be hidden, nor could the innocence and loveliness on her face. Her photo was moved away from beside Yan Zhao''s and reced with Zhou Xueqin''s.


    But Zhou Renyi felt guilty and chose another match for Chen Men - the most handsome and dashing young man among them.


    Zhou Xueqin didn''t know what she was thinking at the time, but she yed another trick and had Chen Men''s match switched again.


    Back then, she never imagined that the two people whose photos were first ced together would eventually end up together.


    Nor did she imagine they would live so happily.


    On the hospital bed, she sat alone, staring at her solitary shadow cast by the sunlight.


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 Chapter 157

    Chapter 157


    In the summer of 1998, on a Friday evening at the gates of Capital August First School, the speakers from a video store kept ying on repeat: "Girl across the street, look over here, look over here, the performance here is wonderful, please don''t pretend to ignore it..."


    Boys riding Flying Pigeon bicycles passed by the school gates, singing either "Heart Too Soft" or "Girl Across the Street Look Over Here." Most of them had long hair and flowery shirts, looking like little hooligans.


    As the bell rang marking the end of sses, students began walking out.


    The students from inside werepletely different from the kids outside.


    The boys all had crew cuts, while the girls either had ponytails or bob haircuts.


    An old electric scooter zoomed past, ridden by a girl with a ponytail wearingrge blue overalls. She rode to the market first, picked out two pieces of pig''s ear, a tomato, two small eggnts, and a bitter gourd, cing them in the basket at the front of her scooter. She then stopped at a Hl bakery and called out with a smile: "Uncle Ma, give me three steamed buns, and..."


    "Handmade ones, here you go. Hey Yuanyuan, how about singing ''The Golden que'' for us?" The boss said, specifically taking three buns from his personal stash inside, putting them in a stic bag, and handing them to the girl.


    Yuanyuan looked around, seeing quite a few people, and felt a bit shy. "Next time," she said, "I''ll sing for you next time."


    The boss persisted: "Sing now! Folk songs are outdated, and no one remembers ''Return to the City'' anymore. I read in the newspaper that you''re a has-been child star. Nobody even recognizes you anymore."


    The boss''s wife, who was moving steamer baskets, suddenly kicked the boss: "Don''t you know how to talk?"


    "I''m just saying what''s in the newspaper, it''s not like I made it up," the boss continued.


    Yuanyuan rode her electric scooter, gave a small smile, turned around, and stopped at a small shop where she bought two ice cream bars. She put them in her basket, waved to the boss''s wife, and left the market on her scooter.


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    The boss''s wife smiled and waved until Yuanyuan was out of sight, then stepped on her husband''s backside again: "You blockhead! Stars don''t like being called has-beens. Saying that to her face will hurt the child''s feelings, don''t you understand?"


    The boss stood there for a while, then pped himself on the mouth.


    Riding her electric scooter, Yuanyuan was mentally reviewing vocabry words until she reached the August First Food Factory.


    After parking her scooter in front of the office building, just as Yuanyuan was about to go upstairs, she overheard two young women at the front desk whispering: "The boss''s daughter, what a waste. I heard ''Princess Returning Pearl'' is super popr in Taiwan now, and all the actors in it have be famous."


    "Right? Fame shoulde early. Did you see what this magazine wrote? ''Child star Yan Shengnan painfully loses the role of the princess with big eyes, now past her prime?''" the other one said.


    They were holding thetest issue of "Screen Idols" entertainment magazine.


    When they noticed Yuanyuan looking their way, they quickly covered their faces with the magazine.


    Young people nowadays love following celebrities. Magazines like "Popr Television" and "Popr Film" are outdated; they prefer reading "Screen Idols" and "Entertainment Circle."


    Andst year, in 1997, there was a Qing Dynasty TV drama called "Princess Returning Pearl," co-produced by Taiwan and maind China.


    Because of Yuanyuan''s background as a child star, the production team specifically invited her to audition for one of the princess roles before filming began. She went to the audition and got the part, but after reviewing the script with the production team, she declined the role and refused to perform.


    As for why Yuanyuan turned down the role, people secretly guessed that Chen Men wouldn''t let her perform.


    The specific reason remained unknown to everyone.


    After "Princess Returning Pearl" became a hit in Taiwan, magazines like "Screen Idols" and "Entertainment Circle," unlike the more official and warm-toned "Popr Television" and "Popr Film," made a big deal about Yuanyuan declining the role, with headlines dering her a "Has-been Child Star."


    Well, thanks to the "has-been"bel, Yuanyuan got another round of publicity in the magazines.


    The little girl in blue overalls with a ponytail climbed the stairs whileparing her two ice cream bars.


    Since it was hot and the journey was long, she ate the one that was melting faster and saved the slower-melting one for her mother.


    Just as she reached Chen Men''s office door, she heard her father''s voice: "Chen Men, what''s wrong with this girl? Look at those double eyelids, look at that mouth, look at that figure - that''s what you call youthful vitality! What about the girl you chose? She''s just a skinny board, hang her on the wall, pah, who would like that?"


    Hearing this, Yuanyuan knew her father and mother were discussing work.


    Not wanting to interrupt, she unwrapped her ice cream and licked it quietly.


    Chen Men''s milk powder business was currently stable and doing very well.


    Throughout Hua Country, "August First Milk Powder, Military Industrial Quality" was a slogan known to everyone.


    But the Eastern Fashion clothing business wasn''t doing so well.


    In recent years, with the influx of fashion brands from Hong Kong, Taiwan, Japan, and Korea into Hua Country, leaving aside quality, thesepetitors frequently had celebrity endorsements from Hong Kong and Taiwan stars, as well as Japanese trending celebrities.


    This had a particrly strong impact on domestic local brands and the clothing industry.


    Eastern Fashion had seen significant market shrinkage in recent years.


    Of course, Chen Men was actively seeking solutions, such as hiring top designers from Japan and Korea, andunching a youth fashion clothing series, which had already hit the market with decent feedback.


    But they urgently needed a spokesperson.


    This was crucial - being a spokesperson just meant taking some photos.


    But it represented influence and sales volume, also known as star power.


    For this star power, manufacturers had to pay to hire celebrities.


    Chen Men had actually already hired a spokesperson, a currently somewhat popr maind celebrity, and they were preparing promotional materials for nationwide distribution.


    But in Yan Xishan''s view, that celebrity was too skinny and nd. While her face was okay, she had no figure - no curves front or back - so how could she look good in clothes?


    Besides running Xishan Coal Mine, he had also established a consultingpany.


    His consultingpany had gained some reputation nationwide, and manyrge enterprises, no matter how impressive their bosses were, would address Yan Xishan as "Professor," and when facing difficulties, they would pay him for guidance.


    Over time, Yan Xishan had be somewhat arrogant.


    He was already upset with Chen Men because Yuanyuan had missed out on filming "Princess Returning Pearl."


    Recently, hearing that Chen Men had signed an actress with no chest or hips as spokesperson, he was so angry that he flew in to rmend a different spokesperson to Chen Men.


    A sexy beauty who had returned from Japan, withrge breasts and beautiful features, named Lu Fei.


    She was on the cover of thetest issue of "Screen Idols."


    Yan Xishan mmed the magazine on Chen Men''s desk, his gold-rimmed sses gleaming, one hand in his pocket and the other holding an ivory cigarette case. He tapped the case on the magazine, right on Lu Fei''s proudly protruding chest, and said: "If you don''t use Lu Fei, your clothing business will never take off. Today, as Hua Country''s chief consultant, I''m telling you straight, Chen Men, a country bumpkin like you doesn''t understand the market at all."


    Chen Men had already seen her daughter''s electric scooter enter the factory and was busy trying to finish work, not wanting to argue with Yan Xishan.


    But thisment made her angry.


    Throwing her bag on the desk, she said: "Yan Xishan, at least I graduated from high school. What about you, did you even finish elementary school?"


    Yan Xishan was stunned.


    Chen Men pressed on: "Yan Xishan, do you even have an elementary school diploma?"


    Yan Xishan''s face changed color, and he lowered his voice: "Chen Men, have you gone mad? If we''re arguing, why bring up old history?"


    The elementary school diploma was Yan Xishan''s weak spot.


    Like future celebrity scandals, it was something that shouldn''t be brought up in arguments.


    He now imed to be a returned schr from Southeast Asia, a professor who studied abroad.


    If other entrepreneurs found out he was just a bumpkin from Yanguan Vige in Shaanxi Province, and that he hadpleted elementary school in Teacher Huang''s kitchen, and hadn''t even properly graduated, how could he continue his business dealings?


    Chen Men''s words silenced Yan Xishan, and it was time to leave. She picked up her bag and said, "Professor Yan, please stoping to my ce so often. I can handle my own affairs. You don''t need to worry about me."


    Yan Xishan believed he was doing it for the sake of 271. He grabbed a magazine and chased after Chen Men, saying, "Just take a look! The hottest song on the streets right now, ''Dynamic Spice Girl,'' is sung by Lu Fei. She''s now the idol of the new era, like Brigitte Lin in Taiwan or Joey Wong in Hong Kong."


    Chen Men opened the door and saw Yuanyuan licking an ice cream.


    She pulled Yuanyuan over and turned to leave.


    When Yan Xishan saw his daughter, his eyes lit up. "Yuanyuan, you''re back from school! Come here, let Dad take a look. Oh, I''ve missed you so much."


    Yuanyuan peeled the wrapper off her popsicle and handed it to Chen Men, then turned back to say, "Goodbye, Dad," before following Chen Men away.


    The moment Yan Xishan saw Yuanyuan, he hadints to make. "Chen Men, did you help Yuanyuan turn down the role in ''Princess Pearl''? What''s wrong with you? You don''t know how to run a business, and you mess with your child''s future. Now ''Princess Pearl'' is so popr, and our Yuanyuan is beingughed at as a has-been child star. Are you happy? Are you satisfied?"


    Chen Men didn''t respond, and neither did Yuanyuan.


    The mother and daughter went downstairs, hopped onto an electric scooter, and with a beep, they were gone.


    Yan Xishan was still driving a luxury car, a BMW.


    But look at them, the mother and daughter riding an electric scooter, refusing to sit in his luxury car. Isn''t that infuriating?


    "Chen Men, if your spokesperson can boost sales, I''ll change myst name," Yan Xishan shouted.


    Thinking it wasn''t enough, he added, "If you can do it, I swear I''m not my father''s son!"


    But by the time he finished shouting, Chen Men and Yuanyuan had already ridden out of the factory gate and were far away.


    Entering the high-level familypound, they passed by themunity market. The market was noisy with music, ying the hottest song by the young idol Lu Fei, the one that made her famous overnight, "Dynamic Spice Girl."


    The music was loud and repetitive, giving people a headache.


    At the only shop in thepound, the boss was peeling off the old poster from the refrigerator and recing it with a new one, featuring Lu Fei, the overnight sensation who had taken the summer by storm.


    As Yuanyuan rode the electric scooter, she nced back and almost hit a dog taking a stroll.


    Chen Men quickly reached out and steered the scooter to avoid the dog.


    The mother and daughter got off the scooter at their home. Chen Men noticed that Yuanyuan seemed a bit upset and patted the girl''s bottom, asking, "What''s wrong? Are you feeling jealous seeing how popr Lu Fei is?"


    Yuanyuan picked up some vegetables from the basket and nodded firmly, "Yeah."


    "So, do you regret turning down ''Princess Pearl''? If you had acted in it, you might be as popr as Lu Fei now," Chen Men continued.


    After thinking for a moment, Yuanyuan shook her head and said softly, "No, I don''t regret it."


    At 15, Yuanyuan''s face was flushed from the heat. Due tock of sunscreen, her skin was a bit dark. She hadn''t fully developed yet and didn''t care much about beauty. With her darkplexion, she looked like a country girl from Shaanxi, but when she smiled, it was as sweet as chocte.


    "Can you tell me why you turned down ''Princess Pearl''? Was it because someone bullied you on set, or was there another reason?" Chen Men pressed on, trying to understand her daughter.


    Yuanyuan still shook her head and said, "No, Mom. I just didn''t want to act. There''s no other reason, okay?" She didn''t want to borate.


    In fact, the hottest young actress in Hua Country, Lu Fei, was originally Lv Erniu, who had gone to Japan to study. Not only had she lost weight, but she had also undergone stic surgery, transforming her appearance almostpletely as she ventured into the music industry.


    Although Chen Men didn''t have a strongpetitive spirit and didn''t want to push Yuanyuan topete with Lv Erniu, "Princess Pearl" was a drama that had been a massive hit for nearly two decades in Chen Men''s previous life, with every actor who participated bing a big star.


    When Chen Men had initially let Yuanyuan audition and try to act in it, she had hoped her daughter would be famous.


    Unfortunately, Yuanyuan had refused to act.


    If she had never been popr, it wouldn''t have mattered, but having been popr and then fading away earned her thebel of a has-been.


    Chen Men now felt some regret for not insisting that Yuanyuan act in "Princess Pearl."


    But since the child didn''t want to do it, she didn''t want to force her.


    This led to the current situation.


    Everyone in Hua Country knew Yuanyuan, but without new, good works, the 15-year-old girl was nowbeled as a has-been in people''s minds.


    What troubled Chen Men even more was that there was no inte yet, and the most popr medium was entertainment magazines, which everyone loved to read. The magazines oftenpared Lu Fei (Lv Erniu) and Yuanyuan.


    Two girls of simr age, one at the peak of her fame, the other considered past her prime.


    Could Chen Men feelfortable reading suchparisons in the magazines?


    At 15, Yuanyuan was already in high school and needed to start nning for her future. Did she want to continue in the entertainment industry, or did she have other aspirations?


    Chen Men didn''t know what the girl was thinking.


    Currently, Little Lang hadn''t yet enrolled in a military academy, but a few days ago, after finishing his exams, he was recruited for a special forces training exercise by the army.


    Little Wang had just finished his college entrance exams, and his application was filled out by Yan Zhao, choosing Wuhan University. Whether he could get in was uncertain, but shortly after the exams, Yan Zhao had already arranged for Little Wang to go to Fujian to work at Gao Xiaomei''s brother''s machinery factory.


    So currently, there were only three people at home.


    On the higher level, Yan Peiheng had been working overtime due to the July 1st exercise.


    Chen Men and Yuanyuan decided not to return to the higher level and instead cooked at home.


    While cooking, Chen Men needed to have a good talk with Yuanyuan to understand her ns for the future and what she wanted to do.


    As she peeled the skin off a bitter melon, she was about to ask something when she noticed Yuanyuan constantly ncing out the window.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Following Yuanyuan''s gaze, Chen Men frowned. Outside, there was a cassia tree in bloom, its branches heavy with yellow flowers. Behind the tree, a ck head peeked out, with a distinctively pointed crown. Chen Men recognized it immediately¡ªit was Little Wang.


    Little Wang had been sent to Fujian the day after his college entrance exams by Yan Zhao. It had only been two weeks, so why was he back?


    Was he sneaking back to see Yuanyuan?


    Sure enough, Yuanyuan suddenly covered her stomach and said, "Mom, I just remembered something. I need to go out and buy something."


    Ignoring the obvious, Chen Men pretended not to notice.


    She said, "Go ahead, but you muste back tonight."


    "Mom, why would I note back tonight?" Yuanyuan found her mother''s concern inexplicable.


    Of course, Chen Men could pretend to be blind, but someone else wouldn''t.


    Little Wang must have been feeling quite miserable. With the July 1st event approaching, the Ministry of Public Security and the military were conducting joint exercises, and Yan Zhao was extremely busy. Normally, he wouldn''t return home untilte at night, around eleven or twelve, but today, at 6:30, his Santana was already parked at the doorstep.


    Poor Little Wang, trying to hide from Chen Men, but his rear end was caught by Yan Zhao.


    Just as Yuanyuan stepped out, bouncing like a little rabbit, the two kids turned around and came face to face with their stern father.


    Wearing a dark green half-sleeve police uniform, dark green pants, and a dark green tie, his face was as ck as his tie.


    "You''ve only been in Fujian for a few days. Why are you back?" Yan Zhao asked sternly.


    Little Wang looked at his father for a long time before saying, "Thepany sent me to the capital to sell generators!"


    Yan Zhao''s eyes narrowed, and Chen Men felt he was about to get scolded.


    Generators were only needed during temporary power outages or in remote areas.


    The capital hadn''t experienced power outages in years. Selling generators in the capital? Why not try selling them in the Great Hall of the People?


    The lie was so tant it was almostughable.

 Chapter 158

    <h1>Chapter 158</h1>


    Yuanyuan only bought three steamed buns, but Little Wang also came back, so there wasn''t enough to eat. Therefore, Chen Men took out a beef pie that had been baked earlier and stored in the fridge, and steamed two more lion heads that she had made over the weekend and frozen. She also scooped out a spoonful of braised beef and added tomatoes and potatoes to stew together.0


    In the hot summer, she and Yuanyuan ate lightly and didn''t consume much, but Yan Zhao worked under high intensity, and Little Wang was a growing teenager who needed to eat some meat.0


    Yan Zhao was naturally displeased. He had nned to gradually kick Little Wang out of the house starting now, intending to keep him out for eight years. But after only 14 days, he was back home again?0


    The young man looked serious: "Dad, why don''t you believe me? I really came back to sell generators and water pumps. The sales weren''t great before, but since I''ve been here, business has been booming, honestly."0


    In the kitchen, Yuanyuan was using cold water to chill some bitter melon. Once chilled, she arranged them on a te, creating a vibrant green dish.0


    Little Wang liked vinegar and spicy vors, so she drizzled plenty of vinegar and chili oil over the bitter melon. She also added a few drops of sesame oil, sprinkled some garlic and green onions, and then poured hot oil over it, creating a sizzling sound and a fragrant aroma.0


    Little Wang continued: "Dad, don''t worry. I''ll leave for Wuhan the day after tomorrow. Most of the generators and water pumps are ordered bypanies in the capital, but the instations are in Wuhan. I''ll leave as soon as I get paid."0


    In fact, Yan Zhao believed him. This year, there had been unusually heavy rains, and the Ministry of Water Resources predicted a major flood peak in the Yangtze River from July to September. Chen Men had also mentioned that this year would see arge-scale flood disaster.0


    Currently, there were multiple areas along the Yangtze River with sediment umtion. Since floods would first affect hydropower nts, and damaged power nts would mean ckouts, the entire power system was currently purchasing the most water pumps and generators.0


    The army had also prepared troops to go all out in flood relief efforts.0


    Hua Country was now facing a huge storm. The surge in sales of generators and water pumps was like low-flying petrels before a storm, serving as a warning. However, these events were unrted to ordinary people''s lives.0


    Turning on the TV, one after another, ads featuring the currently popr idol Lu Fei appeared. One moment it was ice cream, then drinks, and then milk. The entire screen was filled with her.0


    Chen Men recognized her because she had seen Lv Erniu after her stic surgery.0


    But Little Wang and Yuanyuan hadn''t seen her before, so they shouldn''t have recognized her. However, as soon as Yuanyuan turned on the TV, Little Wang nced at it and said: "Mom, isn''t that Lv Erniu from the Lv family? How did she change so much? Did they cut her double eyelids with a kitchen knife? They''re so wide!"0


    Chen Men, who was cutting watermelon, was quite surprised: "How do you know her?"0


    "I''m very familiar with her re," Little Wang said, not wanting to watch anymore, and switched the channel with a flick.0


    But even after switching, it was still Lv Erniu, now in a sanitary napkin ad.0


    The girl was naturally voluptuous, and with the currentx TV ad regtions, the sanitary napkin ad, with her bouncing around, was almost like a tidal wave.0


    Little Wang quickly turned off the TV, then asked Yuanyuan: "Let''s go upstairs. I''ll take a look at your grades."0


    Yuanyuan immediately jumped up and grabbed her backpack: "Okay."0


    This was great¡ªbrother and sister both focused on studying.0


    But in Yan Zhao''s eyes, Little Wang was already a potential troublemaker. It was only 8 PM, and while he was using studying as an excuse, what was he really thinking? Yan Zhao could guess.0


    However, just as he was about to speak, Chen Men said: "You must be exhausted. It''s so hot; hurry up and take a shower."0


    Yan Zhao''s gaze followed the two kids, and just as he was about to speak again, Chen Men quickly added: "I''ll scrub your back."0


    After Yan Zhao finished showering, Chen Men took her turn. Although it was still early, Yan Zhao was indeed tired and should rest after the shower.0


    However, Chen Men had many calls, and she often left her phone in the living room. Just as the coupley down, Chen Men''s phone rang. Yan Zhao went out to get it for her. As he picked up the phone, he heard Yuanyuan exim "Oh!" from upstairs: "Brother, please, just do it!"0


    Yan Zhao didn''t know what the two kids were doing upstairs.0


    There were three bedrooms upstairs, and it used to be better with another child in the middle. Now there were only two.0


    As an old father, Yan Zhao was genuinely worried but couldn''t say anything.0


    He took a step, wanting to rush upstairs, but as he reached the staircase, Chen Men, wearing only a small tank top and shorts, pushed the door open: "Brother..."0


    Yan Zhao wanted to go upstairs, but seeing that the living room curtains weren''t closed properly, he was afraid someone might see Chen Men like this. He quickly went to close the curtains. Just as he finished, his wife''s fragrant arm wrapped around him: "Let''s go to bed."0


    Yan Zhao took a deep breath, wanting to push her away, but Chen Men whispered in his ear: "Hurry up, I''ll give you a hickey."0


    Yan Zhao felt this wasn''t right. Yuanyuan''s academic performance was average, but she was likely to take the exam for film and television schools, which didn''t require high academic scores. Little Wang asking about her grades was out of concern for Yuanyuan.0


    But was there no ulterior motive?0


    He wanted to go upstairs, even if just to re at Little Wang. A teenager in puberty would be a bit more restrained.0


    But Chen Men wouldn''t let him. She kept intentionally or unintentionally helping the two kids.0


    "Come on, I''ll give you a hickey," she said, lightly tapping Yan Zhao''s chest.0


    His chest muscles suddenly tensed, and Yan Zhao felt his mouth dry. He gave up and went into the bedroom.0


    Upstairs, in fact, Yan Zhao had misjudged Little Wang. The two kids were actually focused on studying.0


    Little Wang was sitting at the desk, asking Yuanyuan for her mock exam papers. After flipping through them, he handed her the biology paper: "54.5 points¡ªhow did you score that?"0


    Then he gave her the chemistry paper: "60 points¡ªdare you score one more point?"0


    "Brother, teach me," Yuanyuan said.0


    Little Wang took a deep breath: "We have a hukou in Shaanxi Province, and we''ll be taking the college entrance exam there. You know the admission score line in Shaanxi. With your current scores, you can get into an ordinary university, but not Tsinghua."0


    "Then let''s study. Biology and chemistry are crucial now. You have to help me," Yuanyuan said.0


    Little Wang pondered for a moment before saying: "Alright, let''s go. I''ll exin your mistakes. Let that fat girl from the Lv family dominate the entertainment industry. Our Yuanyuan is going to Tsinghua."0


    "Tsinghua," Yuanyuan repeated.0


    Little Wang looked at his sister and snapped his fingers at her.0


    Last year, Yuanyuan''s dream was still to be an actor or singer.0


    However, after returning from the "Huanzhu" crewst year, Yuanyuanpletely gave up her dream of entering the entertainment industry. The reason for this, apart from Little Wang, no one else in the world knew.0


    Here''s what happened.0


    Last year, Yuanyuan joined the crew of "Huanzhu".0


    Since it was a closed-set shoot, she was supposed to stay in the crew until the end of summer.0


    But on that day, the crew made her feel extremely ufortable. The actors from across the strait had divided themselves into two groups, and they always said "our country" and "your country." The maind actors, who were young and inexperienced in acting in a show from across the strait, were particrly submissive in front of the other group.0


    This was tolerable, as the current environment encouraged friendly exchanges between the two sides.0


    The deputy director in charge of the maind actors had sternly warned everyone that it was crucial not to upset the guests from across the strait.0


    Given this environment, Yuanyuan could only swallow her difort.0


    But what made her most furious and unbearable was that the next evening, the crew went out to sing together. One of the older actors, once inside the karaoke hall, kept drinking, and while drunk, he hugged each of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls one by one.0


    He hugged them one by one, and in his drunken state, he even pressed his mouth against Yuanyuan''s ear.0


    Yuanyuan couldn''t stand this, so she pped the older actor and then, to her shock, he said: "Yan Shengnan, what''s wrong with you? I treated you like my own daughter, and I even wanted to be your godfather. What I gave you was fatherly love. How could you be so ungrateful?"0


    Godfather? Fatherly love?0


    What did real fatherly love look like? Yuanyuan knew.0


    Take Yan Xishan, for example. Whenever Yuanyuan stayed over for a day, Yan Xishan would smile and watch her brush her teeth, even drooling.0


    While she slept, Yan Xishan would prop his elbow on the bed and sit there like a fool, smiling for half the night. When she woke up in the morning, her eyes crusty with sleep and her hair a wild mess, Yan Xishan would still say, "Look at my daughter, so beautiful, the most beautiful in the world."0


    Not only did he think she was beautiful, but he would also force Chen Chunmei to agree with him. If she didn''t, he would give her a cold look.0


    Although Yan Xishan loved Yuanyuan so much that he wanted to hold her in his hands and keep her in his mouth, he never patted her bottom, touched her shoulders, or did anything as disgusting as kissing her face or ears.0


    Yan Zhao, her stepfather, also loved Yuanyuan. He always washed her socks until they smelled fresh and kept her schoolbag neatly organized. But when they went out together, he wouldn''t even hold her hand.0


    That old actor, supposedly a national second-tier actor, made Yuanyuan feel sick.0


    However, after she hit him, the crew didn''t give her a fair response.0


    From the director to the producers, even the other girls, when they came to persuade Yuanyuan, they all said the same thing: "Yan Shengnan, why are you like this? XX only treats you like a daughter, he wants to be your godfather. You''re overthinking it. In the crew, we''re like a family, it''s normal."0


    Due to the rtionship between the two sides of the strait, Yuanyuan didn''t want to make a big deal out of it, so she didn''t tell anyone else, only telling Little Wang.0


    Little Wang supported her decision to leave the crew and go home.0


    Later, she thought about enrolling in the PLA Music Academy and bing a military singer.0n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    But one of her friends from singing folk songs had also enrolled in a music academy. One time, she invited Yuanyuan out, and the friend brought along a "godfather." Throughout the entire meal, the "godfather" kept touching the girl''s thigh.0


    Yuanyuan almost vomited on the spot and ended her friendship with the friend.0


    Around that time, "Huan Zhu" became a hit, and a new generation of idols emerged, including Lu Fei.0


    As a former child star, Yuanyuan was constantly dragged out by the entertainment press.0


    On the surface, she seemed fine, but inside, she was furious.0


    Besides singing and acting, Yuanyuan had onest, more difficult dream.0


    She wanted to work as a form engineer in her mother''s factory, making baby form. She loved children, and this job would allow her to interact with them.0


    But after having fame, suddenly stopping acting and doing something else, how would the reporters write about her? What would the neighbors say behind her back?0


    So, the determined Yan Shengnan decided to aim for the most prestigious university in the country, Tsinghua''s School of Biological Engineering.0


    She wanted to work hard, get into Tsinghua, and quietly amaze everyone.0


    But dreams are plump, reality is bony.0


    While she was fine in other subjects, biology and chemistry were her weak points, and this was what troubled her the most.0


    But studying biology requires talent. Little Wang had exined photosynthesis multiple times, and Yuanyuan had listened carefully each time. But when Little Wang asked a question from a different angle, she was lost again.0


    "Did you even bring your brain when you listened? Where are your ears?" Little Wang asked angrily.0


    Yuanyuan said, "Can you exin it again?"0


    Looking at the clock, it was almost 11 PM. If Little Wang didn''t go to sleep soon, his father woulde up and scold him.0


    "Alright, we''ll continue tomorrow. Go to bed now," Little Wang said.0


    Yuanyuan was unwilling though. Little Wang rarely came home, and she was determined to work hard and get into Tsinghua to amaze everyone. How could she sleep so early?0


    She said, "Brother, can you exin it one more time? I promise I''ll listen carefully, okay?"0


    It was already eleven o''clock. Could she even stay awake?0


    "Go to sleep. We''ll talk about it tomorrow," Little Wang said, and with a p, he turned off the light and left the room.0


    But instead of going to sleep, he went to the bathroom, opened the window, and peeked out. He saw Yuanyuan''s room light up again. Listening closely, he heard the little girl quietly reciting physics.0


    After taking a leak and zipping up, Little Wang sighed deeply. Yuanyuan was in a tough spot now.0


    Was Tsinghua easy to get into?0


    Actually, he had a solution. Biology and chemistry were weak for Yuanyuan because her foundation was poor. To really improve, she could memorize all the notes he had taken over the past three years for those two subjects.0


    Rote memorization was the best way.0


    Little Wang''s high school notes were all on the bookshelf, with a copy of his father''s "Criminal Law" stuck in the middle. Little Wang ran his hand over them, but in the end, he couldn''t bear to let Yuanyuan suffer through memorizing six notebooks.0


    So, what to do? Could Yuanyuan get in?0


    Little Wang had already been back in the capital for two days, and hispany''s business was done. The next morning, after breakfast, he brought out all the notes he had madest year and started exining the problems to Yuanyuan.0


    If he could make her understand, he wouldn''t force her to memorize the entire notebooks.0


    Yan Zhao, being oblivious, came upstairs early in the morning to clean.0


    Seeing the two kids starting to study, he brewed a cup of tea and sat next to them, listening in.0


    Chen Men was not yet aware of Yuanyuan''s grand ambitions, but in her eyes, since Little Wang was already in college, the kids would soon part ways. It was best to let them spend time together now. Maybe in the future, they would each have their own paths, but love, like a flood, should be channeled rather than blocked. And whether or not it led to anything, love was one of the happiest things in life.0


    Yan Zhao''s constant watchful eyes made her feel very ufortable.0


    Thinking for a moment, Chen Men said, "By the way, Brother Three, why don''t youe with me to go shopping today?"0


    Yan Zhao put down his teacup and asked, "Shopping? Didn''t you say you had to work overtime today?" He felt like his wife was trying to get rid of him again.0


    Chen Men said, "It''s both shopping and work. You forgot, today is theunch of our new products at Dongpai Clothing. Let''s go, help me carry a bag, I need to check the market."0


    When it came to Dongpai Clothing, Yan Zhao immediately stood up.0


    Times were changing, and so was the market.0


    The two factories, 271, currently employed over a thousand retired soldiers, all relying on the clothing business to make a living.0


    With intion, the soldiers'' wages needed to increase, but Dongpai Clothing''s sales hadn''t grown. Last year, Chen Men took out a 5 million loan, plus all thepany''s profits, investing over 10 million to open new production lines, find spokespersons, and enter the teenage girl clothing market.0


    Now was the time to test the market with the new products.0


    Yan Zhao needed to go with her to take a look.0


    They went to Scitech Shopping Center, thergest clothing market in the capital.0


    On the second floor, in the best location, there was a Dongpai Clothing store, selling teenage girl clothing.0


    To its left was a Japanese-Korean style brand, and to its right was a Hong Kong brand. Both were the most high-end and expensive in the teenage girl clothing market in Hua Country.0


    Chen Men''s Dongpai Clothing, a local brand, had the same high prices and was new to the market. The number of people passing by, entering the store, trying on clothes, and finally making a purchase¡ªall of this was a directparison with thepetition. Standing at the door, counting the traffic and observing the sales was what they called market research.0


    Yan Zhao had done his homework on this and knew a lot.0


    They arrived early, and the Scitech mall had just opened.0


    Chen Men focused on the young women and girlsing to shop.0


    Yan Zhao took out a notebook and started recording for her.0


    Chen Men could do this too, but she wasn''t as good as Yan Zhao.0


    After all, he was a former policeman. Just by looking at a girl''s clothes, posture, and expression, he could roughly guess her background and profession.0


    The work was dry and boring. The couple sat on a bench, never moving from their spot, and kept notes all morning. By noon, Chen Men was so tired that she leaned her head on Yan Zhao''s shoulder, ready to take a nap. But before sleeping, she called Yan Xishan and asked him toe to Scitech.0


    Just as she dozed off, she heard Yan Xishan call out from a distance, "Yan Zhao?"0


    Yan Zhao looked up and saw a pink T-shirt, white pants, big wavy hair, and a pair of sunsses hanging around his neck. It was none other than Little Feixiang, Yan Xishan.0


    When he first saw Yan Zhao, he was, of course, disappointed.0


    After all, Chen Men had called and arranged to meet at the mall. He had thought his ex-wife wanted to meet privately. Earlier, while eating, he had been so eager toe that he had bitten off a mouthful of noodles before rushing over.0


    ncing back at several clothing stores and then at the notebook in Yan Zhao''s hand, Yan Xishan finally realized that Chen Men had invited him to check out the market.0


    He said, "What''s going on? Oh, the new ad is already up. How''s sales doing?"0


    "What do you think?" Chen Men retorted.0


    At that moment, a few young girls came out of a store on the left and walked around Dongpai, heading to a store on the right.0


    Yan Xishan crossed his arms and raised a hand. "Chen Men, I''ll say it again. If your clothing line takes off, then I, Yan Xishan, wasn''t born from my father."0


    He then asked Yan Zhao, "How''s the foot traffic in the stores? What did you count?"0


    Yan Zhao, always straightforward, replied, "Three stores. About 300 people each entered the stores on the left and right, while 200 entered Dongpai."0


    Yan Xishan hadn''t expected Dongpai to have so many visitors and felt a bit regretful but still proud. "Look, Chen Men. If you hadn''t fired Lu Fei, your store''s foot traffic wouldn''t be less than the others."0


    Chen Men knew Yan Xishan''s capabilities, so she said, "Go inside and ask about the sales figures of the three stores, then we''ll talk."0


    Yan Xishan, who was handsome and had a mature charm, plus the look of a knowledgeable professor, could easily strike up a conversation and find out the sales figures when he entered the stores.0


    Now, he went in to inquire about the sales figures.0


    Chen Men and her husband watched from outside.0


    Soon, Yan Xishan came out of the third store, looking dejected.0


    He walked up to Chen Men, his voice filled with disbelief. "The sales at Dongpai are on par with the other two stores. Chen Men, how did you do it?"0


    The billboard on the left featured a girl with wiggling hips, while the one on the right showed a sexy girl with a tiny waist and enormous hips. Chen Men''s ad, however, featured a girl with a normal figure, simr to the average girl in Hua Country.0


    In Yan Xishan''s eyes, this was the type of woman he disliked the most.0


    No bust, no hips¡ªso why were these clothes selling so well?0


    "Women with higher cultural levels and strong opinions are the ones with true purchasing power. When women are educated and have ie, they don''t choose to please men but instead choose to please themselves," Chen Men said, looking at Yan Xishan, each word deliberate. "The kind of girl you like isn''t the kind of girl who likes herself. Yan Xishan, the market now, or most of it, is still dominated by men''s perspectives, but sooner orter, women''s own perspectives and aesthetics will be the dominant force. And it won''t be long, it will be soon."0


    The millennium was just around the corner, and women in Hua Country, due to increased education levels and economic autonomy, were gradually taking control of their lives and lifestyles.0


    This state of affairs was reflected in the strong sales performance of Chen Men''s clothing.0


    The sess of Dongpai had nothing to do with Yan Xishan.0


    But Chen Men had called him over to let him, a man who always liked to objectify women, know that women in Hua Country were gradually breaking free from male dominance and slowly standing up.0

 Chapter 159

    Yan Xishan didn''t think he had misjudged the market.0


    After all, the economic environment had been good in recent years, and the entire market was in a boom state. To put it bluntly, even a dead pig could fly if thrown into such a favorable market.0


    Ever since he became a professor, he had advised severalpanies, all of which had flourished.0


    Gradually, he became overconfident, believing himself to be the most brilliant expert in business management.0


    Recently, he had been staying in the capital for an extended period, running a small consulting firm. For the Xishan Coal Mine, he had hired a professional manager to handle its operations, so he didn''t have to manage it himself.0


    After all, the foundation of the coal mine had beenid a decade ago, and it was unlikely to result in any fatalities. Moreover, with steady profits rolling in and no personal financial control, Yan Xishan was more than happy to let go and focus on his consulting firm and professorship.0


    Of course, he didn''t agree with Chen Men''s notion that a market dominated by women would change aesthetic standards.0


    Although he no longer frequented nightclubs or drank due to his professor status, he often had young girls infatuated with his academic aura throwing themselves at him. If it weren''t for the fear of embarrassing Yuanyuan, he could have had as many women as he wanted.0


    He believed he understood women better than anyone else, so he chuckled and said, "Chen Men, can you name a woman who doesn''t like a slim waist and a big behind? If given the chance to have a slim waist and a big behind, would you refuse?"0


    Chen Men retorted, "I would refuse. Yan Xishan, women are forced to rely on men and please them when theyck economic power. But when they have economic power and can be independent, no woman would choose to rely on a man."0


    Yan Xishan was provoked and pointed at Chen Men''s nose, saying, "Chen Men, let me be blunt. Pleasing men is a woman''s instinct. Your Dongpai Clothing just went public today, and it''s selling well because people are curious. In a few days, it will definitely stop selling. I dare you to wait and see."0


    Chen Men extended her hand and said, "In my opinion, Dongpai''s sales will only get better. Let''s make a bet. If you win, I''ll transfer Yuanyuan''s household registration to your ce. But if you lose, you''ll go back and manage the Xishan Coal Mine properly instead of running this consulting firm. Deal?"0


    Her words left Yan Xishan stunned for a long time, thinking he had misheard.0


    If he won the bet, would Yuanyuan''s household registration be transferred to his family?0


    Had he heard correctly?0


    You see, Yan Xishan had even gone to the United States for a sperm vitality test in hopes of having a son. The American doctor had told him that he had no viable sperm, so having a son was out of the question.0


    He was afraid people would curse him behind his back for being childless and feared that if he died, his sicklyndlord father, who had been a heavy smoker, drinker, gambler, and womanizer, would scold him for bringing shame to the family.0


    After all, his father had managed to have him despite his vices, but Yan Xishan hadn''t even left a bloodline. That would be a real disgrace.0


    If Chen Men agreed to let Yuanyuan return to her ancestral home, Yan Xishan would dly call her "grandma" every day, not only for the sake of the bet but also for the honor of his family.0


    Thinking of this, Yan Xishan pped Chen Men''s hand and said, "Let''s bet. For the sake of our oldndlord family''s honor and myte father, I''ll take the bet." He added, "Whoever goes back on their word is a dog."0


    With that, he turned and left, afraid that Chen Men might change her mind.0


    Chen Men, feeling the pain from his p, turned to see Yan Zhao ring coldly at her. She quickly extended her hand, saying, "Third Brother, it hurts. Please rub it."0


    Yan Zhao, after a moment of cold scrutiny, took her hand and gently massaged it with hisrge, calloused hands, ustomed to holding a gun.0


    "Let''s go home," he said.0


    As they rode the elevator, Yan Zhao, who was not one to shy away from asking questions, said, "You even put that copy of the Criminal Law in Little Wang''s bedroom, as if you''re in a hurry for the two kids to get married. If they do get married, Yuanyuan''s household registration will have to be transferred out. So why did you make such a bet with Yan Xishan?"0


    To help Little Wang discover the secret, Chen Men had discreetly ced the Criminal Law book in his bedroom.0


    If the two children were to get married, Yuanyuan''s household registration would indeed need to be transferred out, back to Yan Xishan''s family.0


    Otherwise, with Little Wang and Yuanyuan on the same household register, they wouldn''t be able toplete the marriage registration.0


    So why did she make a bet about the household registration with Yan Xishan?0


    Yan Zhao had observed that although few people entered the Dongpai Clothing store, those who did were mostly well-educated, financially stable women. In contrast, other stores had more onlookers than buyers. Although he didn''t understand economics, he thought Chen Men was right.0n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    Dongpai Clothing should sell well.0


    Therefore, Yan Xishan was bound to lose this bet.0


    As they walked, Chen Men exined, "Hukou is a minor issue, but the management of Yan Xishan''spany is a major one. If Yan Xishan continues to stay in the capital and leaves the coal mine to outsiders, something will go wrong sooner orter. I have to get him back to manage the coal mine."0


    Yan Xishan, having enjoyed a decade of smooth sailing, had be extremely arrogant.0


    And even though he imed to love Yuanyuan, his love for her was insignificantpared to his obsession with money, fame, and being in the spotlight.0


    Chen Men made the bet because, aside from this, she had no other way to force Yan Xishan to return.0


    Business was tough, especially the coal business. If the boss didn''t go down into the mine and personally inspect it, idents like copses or water leaks, resulting in fatalities, were bound to happen.0


    Regarding the bet on Dongpai Clothing, Yan Xishan was sure to lose.0


    But even if he lost, with Yuanyuan''s consent, Chen Men would still transfer the child''s residence registration to his name.0


    It wasn''t to push Little Wang and Yuanyuan together; it was for the safety of the Xishan Coal Mine and the miners.0


    She wanted to make sure Yan Xishan returned to the mine and took responsibility for the workers'' lives.0


    As the couple exited the mall, Chen Men wanted to give the two kids more time together. Seeing a Japanese restaurant at the mall entrance, she thought, "Why not have dinner here?"0


    She hadn''t had Japanese food in decades, not since her previous life when she had eaten with Lv Erniu.0


    But Yan Zhao was too busy cooling down the car, which had been baking in the sun all day, to notice Chen Men''s intentions.0


    Chen Men didn''t want to get sunburned, so she took out her phone to call Yan Zhao. Just as she was about to dial, a man in a ck suit bumped into her, almost knocking her phone out of her hand.0


    "Excuse me, please move aside," the ck-suited man said, gently pushing Chen Men aside and spreading his arms to shield a girl who had just gotten out of a car and was heading into the Japanese restaurant.0


    The girl wore leather shorts, high boots, a revealing halter top, and a leather vest. Her hair was dyed pink, and she had a belly button ring. Chen Men recognized her face¡ªit was Lu Fei, the idol that young people adored these days.0


    Chen Men had raised her in her previous life as her stepdaughter, Lv Erniu.0


    She must havee to eat Japanese food, as she was heading into the restaurant after getting out of the car.0


    In the capital, there were plenty of paparazzi and entertainment reporters.0


    Several were following Lu Fei, snapping photos and asking questions. One reporter even asked, "Miss Lu Fei, you''ve beening to eat Japanese food for three days in a row. Do you really love Japanese food?"0


    Lu Fei, wearingrge sunsses, walked with an air of aloofness, ignoring most questions. But when she heard this one, she stopped and replied, "Yes, Mr. Reporter, I not only love Japanese food but also have a deep affection for Japanese culture."0


    "Can you tell us which aspects of Japanese culture you particrly like?" the reporter continued.0


    As she walked, Lu Fei answered, "There are so many. Which newspaper are you from? We can arrange a special interview another day."0


    Hearing about the potential for a special interview, the reporter eagerly nodded, "Yes, yes, yes. Here''s my business card. Let''s schedule it!"0


    Chen Men only caught thatst part before being pushed down the steps by Lu Fei''s security.0


    Lu Fei, in this life, had no connection to Chen Men and would never meet her. But having raised her in her previous life, Chen Men couldn''t help but recall an incident from back then.0


    In her previous life, Erniu had done something incredibly foolish at the height of her fame.0


    She had taken a series of provocative photos wearing the military uniform of the Japanese invaders during World War II, draped in the Japanese g, and holding a bay said to have belonged to Tojo Hideki.0


    Erniu had studied in Japan since she was a child and had a deep affection for Japanese culture.0


    When the photoshoot was done, she really liked the results herself and even happily brought them to Lu Jingyu to show him.0


    Fortunately, Lu Jingyu''s brain was still functioning, and upon seeing the photos, he immediately realized the girl had gotten herself into big trouble. He spent a hefty sum to buy back the entire set of photos, or else Lv Erniu would have been in serious trouble that time.0


    Now that Lu Jingyu is in prison, it''s unclear whether Lv Erniu will still take such photos.0


    However, this matter has little to do with Chen Men. Moreover, since Lv Erniu is eating Japanese cuisine, Chen Men suddenly lost her appetite for it. By the time she got into the car, Yan Zhao had already opened the windows to ventte and turned on the air conditioning, making the car cool andfortable.0


    The couple went home and, as usual, had to stop by the market to buy vegetables.0


    To give the two kids more time to spend together, Chen Men took her time shopping, spending a full two hours at the market.0


    Yan Zhao coldly watched his wife, asionally ncing at his watch, with an expression that seemed to say, "I''ll see how long you can drag this out."0


    In Chen Men''s mind, with Little Wolf not around, it should just be Yuanyuan and Little Wang at home, and the two kids should be having a great time.0


    Upon entering the house, it was eerily quiet. Yan Zhao''s breathing quickened, and he immediately rushed upstairs.0


    Chen Men was also worried. She always thought Little Wang was a good kid and wouldn''t do anything bad. Could the two kids really have done something wrong?0


    But when they got upstairs, all three bedroom doors were open. Yuanyuan was doing her homework in her room, Little Wang''s room was empty, and the bathroom door was also open, with no one inside.0


    And Little Wang was nowhere to be found.0


    "Where''s your brother?" Yan Zhao asked his daughter.0


    Yuanyuan replied, "He left early this morning. He said Wuhan was in a hurry, so he went to deliver goods."0


    So Yan Zhao had been worried all day, but Little Wang had left early in the morning?0


    Chen Men punched Yan Zhao on the back and pulled him down from the stairs.0


    He was purely overreacting and worrying for no reason.0


    But as soon as they got downstairs, Chen Men suddenly eximed, "Little Wang went to Wuhan!"0


    Yan Zhao was puzzled and asked, "What''s wrong with Wuhan?"0


    Chen Men turned on the TV, and on the news, the broadcast was about the new round of rainfall causing severe flooding in the Songhua River, the Yangtze River, and the Jialing River.0


    With July 1st approaching, the capital had been sunny for the past few days.0


    As for the major floods along the Songhua River and the Yangtze River, although Chen Men had mentioned them, she herself had only seen the news. Yan Zhao, although aware, had not fully grasped the ferocity and severity of the situation.0


    The entire country was facing a major flood disaster, and the military had first dispatched soldiers from the Central Theater Command to assist with flood relief.0


    After a few days, the military realized that the dispatched troops were far from enough, so the higher-ups ordered the military to cancel all exercises, and all soldiers from the Eastern Theater Command were urgently sent to the Yangtze River basin to aid in flood relief.0


    But this was still not enough. Eventually, the entire military was mobilized, with over a million soldiers deployed to fight the floods.0


    Yan Zhao, too, had left shortly after Little Wang''s departure.0


    But he wasn''t going to the disaster area. Instead, he was part of an inspection team, traveling across the country.0


    There was something particrly strange about China: on arge scale, in terms of flood relief, everyone could unite as one, but in some small ces, or at the local government level, or among a small group of people, there were always those who set up roadblocks, obstructed traffic, and collected tolls.0


    This was mostly due to collusion with some local officials, which was often referred to as "it''s easy to deal with the king, but the underlings are difficult to handle."0


    If it weren''t for someone like Yan Zhao, who had a fierce face and a menacing aura, and who was naturally skilled at dealing with local bullies, no one would be able to handle them.0


    Chen Men, in her previous life, had lived in Shaanxi Province and focused on business, so she hadn''t paid much attention to this flood. Now, she was concerned because Little Wang had rushed to Wuhan, and she was afraid the child might get stuck there.0


    Every evening after work, she and Yuanyuan would turn on the TV and watch the news about the floods.0


    Of course, local channels were still filled with songs and dances of prosperity, and Lu Fei had taken on a few more endorsements. There was also new entertainment news that she would be starring in the second installment of "Princess Pearl" in a role.0


    Such entertainment news was everywhere, and morning and evening papers often reported extensively on entertainment figures.0


    Worried about Little Wang''s situation, Chen Men preferred to watch news about flood relief along the Yangtze River. She even canceled her subscriptions to the morning and evening papers and switched to "People''s Daily" and "Reference News."0


    Fortunately, Little Wang would asionally call.0


    At first, he was in Wuhan, then he said he was in Jiangsu, around Nantong. In short, he was like a mouse, scurrying around everywhere.0


    At first, when Little Wang called, he would say, "Mom, the flood here is really bad, and our water pumps and generators are selling like hotcakes. I''m going to make a bigmission this time, I''m going to make a lot of money!"0


    Butter, Little Wang gradually stopped talking aboutmissions and would just report that he was safe.0


    Then, a few dayster, when Little Wang called again, he asked Chen Men if she knew anyone in Jiangsu, as he urgently needed 50,000 yuan and wanted her to help him find someone to borrow the money from.0


    Chen Men had an old client named Shen Changqi, nicknamed "Always Angry," who had recently mentioned that he was expanding his market in Jiangsu. He was a tycoon, extremely wealthy. Chen Men immediately gave Little Wang his phone number.0


    When a child is out there, no matter why they need to borrow money, if they ask, Chen Men must help.0


    Little Wang then added, "Mom, the infrastructure here is really poor. There are so many small hydropower stations, all made with substandard cement, and they copse as soon as the flood hits. Many ces have formed barrierkes, and the water pumps and generators I brought are extremely useful, but we''re still in urgent need of some equipment for cutting and clearing blockages. Can you call Boss Gao and ask him to send 500 more machines from Fujian to Jiangsu? He can drive them over himself, and they need to leave tonight, okay?"0


    "But what about the money?" Chen Men asked.0


    Little Wang said, "You can cover it for now, and I''ll sell my stocks to pay you back once this is over."0


    Five hundred various mechanical devices, with each costing at least a thousand yuan at the factory price, amounted to fifty thousand yuan.0


    The owner of the generator factory was Gao Xiaomei''s brother, so the money could be owed for now, but it would have to be repaid eventually.0


    When Chen Men hung up the phone, her heart was pounding.0


    Yuanyuan, who was listening nearby, had the same doubts as Chen Men. After Chen Men hung up, she asked, "Mom, why is my brother buying generators with his own money? Is he nning to hike the prices and make a fortune off the disaster area?"0


    It wasn''t unreasonable for Yuanyuan to be suspicious.0


    Little Wang was naturally like this. When he was in school, every time there was a sports day or a cultural festival, he would secretly bring a box of ice cream to sell, acting as a profiteer. Since it was a monopoly, he would inevitably raise the prices and make a big profit.0


    Now, trapped in a flood-stricken area with widespread power outages and numerous barrierkes, the government was most in need of the equipment from Little Wang''s factory.0


    Given Little Wang''s nature, encountering such a big business opportunity in the disaster zone, was he nning to raise prices and profit from the national crisis?0


    Chen Men hesitated for a while, then handed the phone to Yuanyuan and said, "Call your brother and tell him that if he wants to make money, Mom will give him the money, but he can''t raise prices and profit from the disaster area."0


    Little Wang loved money too much, and Chen Men was afraid she wouldn''t be able to convince him. Maybe Yuanyuan could persuade him.0


    However, since it was a public phone, Little Wang had probably already left, and when Yuanyuan called back, there was no answer.0


    Although Chen Men was worried that Little Wang might raise prices, the disaster area was in desperate need of generators, water pumps, and various flood-relief equipment. The goods still had to be delivered.0


    Chen Men immediately went to find Gao Xiaomei and asked her to call her brother personally to hurry up and load the trucks, sending the mechanical equipment over.0


    Of course, she also took on all the payment for the goods, withdrawing the money from the bank the next day and handing it over to Gao Xiaomei.0


    It was only then that Chen Men hadn''t fully realized the extent of the country''s suffering during this natural disaster, or the number of young soldiers and officers who had sacrificed their lives.0


    That day, when they went to the higher-ups for dinner.0


    As soon as Chen Men entered the room, she saw Yan Peiheng with red eyes, hunched over, clutching his chest and sitting on the sofa.0


    This old man had been in good spirits in recent years, and his hair hadn''t turned white much, but today, it was clear that his hair had almostpletely turned white.0


    Yuanyuan noticed that her grandfather, Yan Peiheng, was still holding the phone, looking as if he had suffered a heart attack. She quickly took out a nitroglycerin tablet from the drawer and told him to ce it under his tongue.0


    Chen Men, on the other hand, was busy dialing 120.0


    After a long while, Yan Peiheng recovered, took a deep breath, and said, "Commander Zhang''s grandson, Zhang Jun, from the Eastern Theater Command, the one who visited our house during the New Year, died while moving sandbags on the dike!"0


    Chen Men had met Commander Zhang from the Eastern Theater Command when he came to pay a New Year''s visitst year. At that time, Commander Zhang had told Yan Peiheng that his eldest grandson would join the army this year, serving in the Army, and that he would be sent to the most arduous ces to train.0


    Only 20 years old, just two years older than Little Wang, and he died from exhaustion while moving sandbags?0


    But such tragic incidents were not isted.0


    It was said that an entirepany, over forty men, had been submerged in water for four days and four nights without sleep, withouting out, managing to block a dike that was about to burst.0


    In another vige, a soldier died while clearing andslide-blockedke, crushed by a copsing embankment. It wasn''t until his father came to collect his body that everyone learned the soldier''s father was a wealthy businessman running arge factory, with assets worth hundreds of thousands.0


    The young man, it was said, had refused to eat for several days at home before joining the army because his father didn''t want him to enlist.0


    Such stories weremon on the front lines of the flood relief efforts.0


    Yan Peiheng had to leave on an urgent business trip.0


    Yan Zhao had no news either and had been away on business.0


    Whenever Chen Men and Yuanyuan returned home, they would turn on the TV to watch news about the flood relief efforts.0


    Gradually, the neighborhood stopped paying attention to entertainment news, and no one on the streets sang "Dynamic Spice Girls" anymore. As autumn approached, the entire nation was focused on the news of the disaster along the Yangtze River.0


    When Chen Men turned on the TV, even though other channels had more entertaining dramas and shows, the entire country was most concerned with news about the flood relief efforts.0


    For Chen Men, even though it was heartbreaking, she preferred to watch the news footage of the flood relief soldiers linking arms to resist the flood, carrying sandbags, while the vigers on both sides of the river cried, begging the soldiers not to jump into the water, yet the soldiers bravely and resolutely fought against the flood.0


    Whenever such scenes appeared, she would wipe away her tears and watch intently.0


    Day after day, for the soldiers, this was a new test since the Self-Defense Counterattack War.0


    For the children, it was a long and rainy, not very pleasant summer.0


    For Chen Men, it was the longest period of her life.0


    Before she knew it, September had arrived, and there was still no word from Little Wang.0


    Chen Men repeatedly urged Yan Zhao to ask hisrades and inquire about Little Wang''s whereabouts.0


    Yan Zhao kept saying that Little Wang was fine and that Chen Men didn''t need to worry.0


    But Chen Men felt something was off. If Little Wang was fine, why hadn''t he called?0


    So, she turned to ask people from the military who had just returned from the front lines about Little Wang''s whereabouts.0


    One day, she finally got news from a division-level leader who had just returned from the front lines. The divisionmander said he had seen Little Wang.0


    Chen Men and Yuanyuan immediately went to the divisionmander''s house.0


    "I saw Yan Wangqi at the Dongting Lake section. His reputation is quite loud," the divisionmander said with a smile.0


    Chen Men and Yuanyuan exchanged nces, both guessing that Little Wang must have gained notoriety for profiteering during the national crisis.0


    But then the divisionmander added, "At the Dongting Lake section, he provided us with over two hundred generators, water pumps, and various flood control and silt removal equipment. The young man is incredibly capable and has exceptional coordination skills. If you ask someone else for something, it might take three to five days to arrive, but if you ask him, he can get it for you in no time."0


    "He didn''t charge money?" Chen Men was stunned.0


    Little Wang had brought arge number of generators and water pumps to the flood site, and as a little money-grubber, he hadn''t hiked up the prices to make a huge profit. Instead, he had given the supplies away for free to the soldiers.0


    This soundedpletely unlike something Little Wang would do.0


    "All the things he brought were donated by manufacturers to our soldiers," the divisionmander also seemed puzzled.0


    After exchanging another nce with Yuanyuan, Chen Men finally believed that Little Wang had donated supplies to the military to help with flood relief. Although her son loved money, he was, after all, a member of the Yan family, with integrity, and hadn''t profiteered during the national crisis.0


    "Then where is my son Yan Wangqi now?" Chen Men asked again.0


    The divisionmander shook his head, "I saw him over a month ago. After that, he went to Nanjing, the area with the worst flooding, and I haven''t seen him since."0


    So, there was still no news about Little Wang for over a month.0


    Where exactly was he now? Had he been injured, gone hungry, or was he still safe?0


    The number of casualties due to the flood continued to rise, with over three thousand people already reported. Chen Men didn''t want to think about it, but she was terrified that the list of casualties might suddenly include Yan Wangqi''s name.0


    The mother and daughter returned home. Chen Men was cooking in the kitchen when she suddenly heard faint sounds of recitation from upstairs. She quietly went upstairs and saw Yuanyuan holding Little Wang''s high school notes, silently memorizing them. Not wanting to disturb her daughter''s studies, she tiptoed back downstairs.0


    Yuanyuan, after reciting for a while, took a deep breath, then recited some more, took another deep breath, and after struggling for a while, couldn''t hold back her tears.0


    When Little Wang left, he had pointed at her and said, "I''m going to the flood relief front lines. If it''s not too serious, I''ll be back in a few days to help you review. But if I don''te back, Yan Shengnan, show the backbone of our Yan family''s daughter and memorize these notes. Then, you''ll have a chance at Tsinghua University."0


    When he left, Little Wang probably didn''t expect his words toe true.0


    But now, whether Little Wang returned or not, Yuanyuan was determined to memorize all these notes!0

 Chapter 160

    Not only was Little Wang missing, but many children from the first-ss familypound had joined the army. Due to the recent flood, a significant number of missing soldiers had left everyone on edge. Whenever a phone rang in thepound, everyone''s heart skipped a beat.


    "Have they been found? Are they still alive?" These were the mostmon questions asked.


    Gradually, Cui Zixiang''s son was found, and so were Chao Commander''s two grandsons.


    But there was still no news of Little Wang.


    Yan Zhao was quite confident about his son. In his eyes, the boy had been through countless trials since childhood and had strong survival skills. He believed that Little Wang would be thest person to get into trouble.


    However, as September approached and the start of the university semester neared, Little Wang still hadn''t returned. Given his son''s personality, Yan Zhao suspected that he was probably hiding somewhere, making a fortune, and had be so engrossed in it that he didn''t want toe back.


    Little Wang scored 681 in the college entrance exam, just one point above the admission cut-off for Tsinghua University. Originally, he had intended to apply to Tsinghua, but under Yan Zhao''s strong "suggestion," he changed his mind and opted for Wuhan University, majoring in Electronic Computer and Software Engineering. This was Little Wang''s own decision, but Yan Zhao chose Wuhan because it was where the leader had studied, hoping to impart some red education to his money-oriented son.


    However, Little Wang wasn''t keen on going to Wuhan. Yan Zhao worried that his son might be using this as an excuse to avoid attending university.


    Chen Men, on the other hand, was deeply concerned, fearing that something had happened to their son. She med Yan Zhao for not using his connections to search for Little Wang, calling him as stubborn as his father. For the first time in ten years of marriage, the couple had a disagreement, their eyes red with frustration, and at times, even argued.


    Fortunately, on September 1st, Little Wang called home.


    His words took both Yan Zhao and Chen Men by surprise.


    "Dad, please notify the school to dy my enrollment for a year. Also, help me transfer to the Civil Engineering department. I don''t want to study Computer Engineering anymore," Little Wang said over the phone.


    In the next decade, Computer Engineering would be the hottest field, while Civil Engineering graduates would likely end up as construction workers.


    What had gotten into this boy?


    Why would he abandon a popr major to pursue a less desirable one?


    Before Chen Men could ask anything further, Little Wang added, "Mom, tell Yan Shengnan that if she can''t get into Tsinghua, it''s okay. She can aim for Wuhan University''s Biology department. I''ll be in the same year as her."


    With that, the young man hung up the phone.


    From partnering with future tycoons to pursuing Computer Engineering, Little Wang had always been on a path to wealth. But now, he suddenly wanted to switch to Civil Engineering, leaving Chen Men both shocked and regretful.


    There was also one more thing that surprised both of them.


    Yan Shengnan, who usually scored around 500 in mock exams, was about to enter her final year of high school in September. When had this girl decided she wanted to aim for Tsinghua?


    After hanging up, the couple looked at Yan Shengnan.


    Feeling a bit embarrassed about her unrealistic dream, Yan Shengnan turned on the TV, her cheeks blushing red.


    But having dreams was a good thing. Yan Zhao said, "Go for it. I''ll sign you up for some tutoring sses, focusing on Biology and Chemistry. Let''s give it a try, Yan Shengnan. What do you think?"


    Yan Shengnan silently nodded, a small smile ying on her lips.


    Although her father didn''t believe she could make it, the fact that he was willing to support her made her happy.


    Just then, Little Xiaxia from next door came into the yard, waving a magazine andughing, "Sister Yuan,e and see! Is the person Lu Fei is talking about in this magazine you?"


    Yan Shengnan turned and pulled Little Xiaxia inside, asking, "What''s in the magazine now?"


    Thirteen-year-old Little Xiaxia, who was into following celebrities, pointed to an interview with Lu Fei in the magazine and said, "Look, I think the person Lu Fei is talking about is you. But Sister Yuan, I feel like you''re not like what she''s describing. What should I do? I don''t like Lu Fei anymore."


    Chen Men, who was near the phone, grabbed the magazine and saw an interview with Lu Fei. In it, Lu Fei said, "Some people have good parents and good resources, so they can be child stars from a young age, enjoying fame and the spotlight. But I''m different. I came from an ordinary family and climbed up through hard work and struggle. Child stars, being spoiled since childhood, tend to be willful and arrogant. I''ve heard that some washed-up child stars even dare to p producers in the face on set. But I''m different. I''m humble, eager to learn, and hardworking. I achieved sess through my own efforts. Even though I didn''t be a child star, I''m just starting my journey at the age when others are fading. I believe I have a broader future ahead."


    The words sounded nice, almost praising herself to the skies.


    Chen Men read the entire interview carefully and handed the magazine to Yan Shengnan, saying, "Lu Fei is indeed talking about you, the washed-up child star."


    Chen Men was so angry she could barely speak, but Yan Shengnan remained calm, saying, "Let her be. I''m not in that circle anymore." She then went upstairs and added, "Mom, I''m going to study. Call me when dinner''s ready."


    For a long time, Yan Shengnan had been constantly mentioned by entertainment journalists, oftenbeled as a washed-up child star. Chen Men had thought it was just journalists being nosy and creating unnecessary drama.


    But now it seemed there was a puppet master behind it all.


    Although Yan Shengnan wasn''t acting or in the entertainment industry anymore, she had starred in many beloved films since childhood, from "Return to the City" to "The Queen is Pregnant," and "Father and Son Karaoke." She had a strong fan base and was deeply loved by the audience. People were always eager to catch a glimpse of her current situation and news.


    Whenever Yan Shengnan''s name appeared, newspapers and magazines sold like hotcakes.


    Lu Fei was a neer who had just emerged. It would take time for her to be epted by the audience.


    In modern terms, she was stepping on Yan Shengnan''s fame, capitalizing on her traffic, to enhance her own image.


    Of course, she couldn''t do this alone; she must have a dedicated team behind her, scheming to create buzz and make her popr. That team would also likely use provocative photos to stir up public outrage, possibly to threaten her if she didn''tply.


    Chen Men knew Yan Shengnan''s capabilities. She wasn''t a typical child star; even in minor roles, she would thoroughly read the script, analyze, and pour her heart into her performances. That''s why the audience loved her characters, and her skills in folk songs, thanks to her many teachers since childhood, were far beyond Lu Fei''s reach.


    Watching Lu Fei on TV, Chen Men wished Yan Shengnan could immediately step up andpete with her.


    But everyone has their own path. Even if she couldn''t achieve her dreams, having them was enough. If Yan Shengnan could really get into Tsinghua, even if it didn''t bring as much money as the entertainment industry, finding a stable job in a government institution and living a peaceful, free life would make Chen Men feel more at ease.


    Originally, ording to the timeline of her previous life, Lv Erniu should be about to shoot that set of kimono photos.


    Without her father''s guidance and protection, it was easy to imagine the public outrage and bacsh those photos would cause if they were leaked.


    Chen Men had been thinking of finding an opportunity to write Lv Erniu a letter, warning her about this in advance.


    But now, how could she?


    The road is one''s own to walk. Whether Lv Erniu could have a smooth career as in her previous life depended on her own choices.


    From now on, Yan Shengnan''s dream of getting into Tsinghua became Chen Men''s most important and challenging task of the year.


    Without considering any cost, she began searching for the best tutors.


    It just so happened that the wife of a military leader was a chemistry teacher from the prestigious Capital No. 4 High School. It was said that almost all her students scored full marks in chemistry. However, she had retired and, after a lifetime of teaching, no longer wanted to work and just wanted to enjoy her retirement, taking care of her grandchildren.


    Chen Men wanted to ask her to tutor Yan Shengnan, but she didn''t even know where the retired teacher lived. Just as she was worrying about how to approach her, Yan Peiheng heard about the situation.


    Yan Shengnan wanted to get into Tsinghua?


    For the first time in his life, the old man brought gifts and went to someone''s house to ask for a favor. Upon hearing that she would be tutoring the washed-up child star Yan Shengnan, the retired teacher surprisingly agreed, and she didn''t ask for any payment. She said she greatly admired a girl who was willing to give up acting and seriously pursue a university education.


    For this reason, she teaches for free!


    Well, the child''s chemistry is finally taken care of.


    Biology, however, is a major challenge.


    High school evening sses end at 9 PM, and it takes half an hour to get home. After a tutoring session, it''s already 11 PM. Despite this, Yuan Yuan still can''t go to sleep; she has to spend two more hours memorizing biology. Every morning, she wakes up at 5 AM, and apart from a midday nap, she barely gets three hours of sleep a day.


    With Dongpai''s new clothing line already on the market and the milk powder factory running smoothly, Chen Men decided to take a break from all her work and go on leave. She stayed home to ensure Yuan Yuan''s meals were nutritious.


    However, there was one thing Chen Men almost forgot about¡ªthat is, until Yan Xishan showed up at her door one day.


    She had made a bet with Yan Xishan: if Dongpai''s clothing line sold well, he would have to go back and manage the coal mine.


    Chen Men had miscalcted this bet. Due to the floods in 1998, the entire economic environment had been significantly impacted, with the clothing industry taking the hardest hit. Not losing money was already a victory, and this quarter had been particrly bleak for everyone''s business. It was hard to tell who was doing better or worse.


    So, logically, Chen Men was going to lose the bet.


    But when Yan Xishan came by that day, he got straight to the point and said goodbye to Chen Men, announcing that he was going back to Xiping City to take care of the coal mine.


    It was noon, and Yuan Yuan was taking a nap upstairs. Chen Men tiptoed around, not daring to make a sound. After all, the child only got three hours of sleep at night, and from 12:40 to 2:00 PM was her only chance to rest properly. But then Yan Xishan showed up, banging on the door loudly and shouting, "Men, I''m leaving. Take good care of my daughter."


    "Shh, keep your voice down. The child is sleeping. Are you crazy?" Chen Men retorted.


    Yan Xishan raised his voice again, shouting, "Damn it¡­"


    "Shut up!" Chen Men snapped.


    Yan Xishan pulled out an entertainment magazine, flipping through the pages noisily before handing it to Chen Men. "These magazine reporters are really shameless. Look at what they wrote about me, about Yuan Yuan."


    Chen Men nced at the headline and almost got a heart attack from anger: "The Fall of a Child Star: A Shocking Revtion of Her Father''s Dark Past¡ªA Coal Tycoon Who Stepped on Miners'' Ashes to Climb to the Top!"


    This was clearly another scheme by Lv Erniu''s team.


    They didn''t dare to dig into Yan Zhao''s past, but they exposed Yan Xishan''s background in detail. At the end of the article, they added a vague statement: "Yan Shengnan suddenly quit the entertainment industry, possibly because her father''s coal mine was involved in a fatal ident!"


    This was simply defamation. When had Xishan Coal Mine ever had a fatality?


    But the destructive power of rumors is beyond imagination. Yan Xishan had always portrayed himself as a professor who had returned from studying in Southeast Asia. Now, with his background exposed¡ªa primary school dropout who used to be a hooligan¡ªhow could he continue to be seen as a professor? Who would believe him or take him seriously?


    This article stripped Yan Xishan of his pretentious veneer, revealing his true nature as a hoodlum.


    However, this was inevitable. The 1990s were a time of rampant deception. Hoodlums could pose as professors, and absurd ideas like blowing a hole in the Himyas or covering the Pacific Ocean were mainstream. But as information became more essible and people''s knowledge grew, these things would eventually be jokes of the past.


    As the saying goes, "If you don''t want people to know, don''t do it in the first ce." Unless one is truly authentic, secrets will alwayse to light.


    Yan Xishan had been a professor for seven or eight years. Initially, Chen Men had pushed him into the role to boost sales, butter, she couldn''t control him. He enjoyed the spotlight and exaggerated his image for money and fame. He had even been invited to several universities as a guest professor, reaping numerous benefits and des.


    Chen Men had always felt that he would eventually fall from grace, but people have their own paths to follow. She couldn''t persuade him, so she had to watch from the sidelines.


    Now, there was nothing she could do. After all, there''s no such thing as a free lunch. Every piece of fame and fortunees with a price tag. She could only watch and see how Yan Xishan would handle this situation.


    Sighing, Yan Xishan said, "Tell Yuan Yuan not to be sad or feel wronged. She should focus on her exams. I''m done with being a professor. I''ll go back to running the coal mine, which is the foundation of my family. My coal mine has never had a fatality. I''m the top taxpayer in the Shaanxi Provincial Tax Bureau. If I manage it well, bing a representative in the National People''s Congress is just a matter of time. Damn it, my daughter is going to get into Tsinghua University, and I''m going to continue being a People''s Congress representative. Let those who look down on me for being a primary school dropout and a former hoodlum see the spirit of our oldndlord family."


    As the saying goes, "A loss may turn out to be a gain."


    This time, whether or not Lv Erniu managed to generate some buzz for herself, it turned out to be a good thing for Yuan Yuan.


    After all, Chen Men''s ultimate goal was to get Yan Xishan back to managing the coal mine.


    "Go ahead, run the coal mine well. I''ll make sure Yuan Yuan gives you a raise, up to 150,000 yuan a year," Chen Men said.


    150,000 yuan was less than what Yan Xishan made as a professor, but in China, he was still considered wealthy.


    Yan Xishan immediatelyughed. "Chen Men, that''s not like you. 150,000 yuan? Are you really that generous?"


    "I am. But if the police catch you soliciting prostitutes or gambling, I''ll fire you immediately," Chen Men added.


    Before leaving, Yan Xishan tiptoed upstairs. Yuan Yuan was sprawled out in bed, drooling, but in Yan Xishan''s eyes, she was a little fairy from heaven, an angel and a sprite of the mortal world.


    He said, "Chen Men, if my daughter gets into Tsinghua University, that would be a great honor for our Yan family. Even if you don''t change her household registration book, my father and I will be proud of her for the rest of our lives."


    The Criminal Law book was still sitting on Little Wang''s desk.


    Chen Men had originally wanted to show Yan Xishan the photo, but she decided against it. After all, Yan Xishan had always idolized Yan Peiheng, the oldndlord. She would let him continue to be proud of his father for a while longer.


    ...


    No weekends, no rest, just a two-point routine: wake up and study.


    At first, Chen Men could stay up with Yuan Yuan, butter, she became too tired and couldn''t keep up. Then Yan Zhao took over, but he had to work during the day and often had to workte at night, so he couldn''t keep up either. It all depended on Yuan Yuan''s self-discipline.


    However, every morning at 5 AM, Yan Zhao had to wake up with Yuan Yuan and take her to school.


    It''s not that you''re not working hard; it''s that others are working even harder.


    Yuan Yuan was diligent enough, but other candidates were equally hardworking. All the students in the senior year ss of Bayi School were self-motivated. Every morning at 5 AM, they arrived at school, continuously reading, solving problems, and memorizing.


    The sound of loud reading formed a torrent, which was the daily life of senior year students.


    Before long, it was the end of the year. Yuan Yuan''s efforts had not been in vain. With each test, her score improved slightly. By the end of the semester, she had scored 580 points.


    580 points! That wasst year''s admission score for the second-tier universities in Shaanxi Province. Without reaching this score, the child''s options would have been limited to junior colleges and technical schools. With 580 points, she could at least get into a second-tier university.


    Theck of sleep and excessive staying upte had taken a toll on her body. She had always had a weak stomach, been a picky eater, and wasn''t very plump to begin with. After a period of intense studying, she visibly became even thinner. Chen Men tried various ways to cook chicken soup and make dishes that Yuan Yuan loved.


    Meanwhile, Yan Zhao took care of the morning and evening pickup and drop-off.


    Little Lang was still studying at a military school, in a closed environment, and couldn''te home yet.


    Little Wang asionally called to report that he was safe, but he didn''t reveal what he was doing, so Yan Zhao and Chen Men didn''t know exactly what he was up to.


    Time flew by, and it was July 1999. The new round of the college entrance exams had officially begun.


    Yuan Yuan had worked hard for a full ten months, and it was time to see the results.


    The exams were held in Shaanxi Province, so Yan Zhao took leave and cleaned up the house in the Eastern Compound. He personally escorted Yuan Yuan to the exam venue and then waited outside the exam hall, while Chen Men prepared lunch at home.


    After the exams, they returned to the capital to wait for the results.


    That summer, songs like "Single Love Song" and "The Moon Caused the Trouble" were all the rage, along with Dicky Cheung''s "How Much Love Can Be Repeated." The pop songs were getting better and better.


    But music-loving Yuan Yuan had no time to listen to them.


    This time, students filled out their preferences (college preferences) before the exams. Apart from the first choice, the second and third were just random. Yuan Yuan, though outwardly delicate, had a stubborn personality. Once she set her goal, she wouldn''t give up easily.


    After deciding to aim for Tsinghua University, even Little Wang thought it was difficult and tried to persuade her to ease up, but she wouldn''t budge. She persisted.


    The results of the exam would take at least twenty days to be released, and traditionally, one would need to call to check them.


    But Yan Shengnan''s results came unexpectedly.


    Before the exam, her parents pampered her, treating her like a national treasure, a panda. But after the exam, she was demoted back to being her mother''s little helper. That morning, she rode her electric scooter to the market to buy steamed buns. The shop owner was unusually enthusiastic, giving her a thumbs-up and saying, "Good job, girl."


    Yan Shengnan didn''t understand why he said that, so she bought the buns and left. At the soy milk stall, the vendor, who was only vaguely familiar, also gave her a thumbs-up and said, "You''re Yan Shengnan, right? Not bad, kid. 685 points. Tsinghua is within reach!"


    Yan Shengnan was stunned for a moment. Looking down at the breakfast stall, she saw the front page of *Capital Morning Post*. On the B section, there was a photo of her from when she filmed *Father and Son''s Karaoke Bar*. The headline read: "Child Star Yan Shengnan Resists Temptation of Entertainment Industry, Scores 685 in Gaokao, Ranking in Top 100 of Shaanxi Province."


    Top 100 in Shaanxi Province?


    This score was so good that Yan Shengnan could hardly believe it.


    Thest mock exam she took was only 650, which in Shaanxi Province was just enough to get into a decent undergraduate program. The better institutions and majors were out of reach. At that time, when she filled out her college preferences, her homeroom teacher, principal, and dean all advised her to give up her dream of attending Tsinghua University and choose another university instead. With a score of 650, Tsinghua was simply out of the question.


    But Yan Shengnan resolutely filled in Tsinghua. Then, on the ne to Shaanxi, she was doing practice problems. On the eve of the exam, while other kids were rxing and going out for a walk, she was still studying. Even in her dreams, she was thinking about biology and chemistry.


    Especially biology. Little Wang''s three notebooks, every page, she could recite backwards and forwards.


    685 was her best performance in three years of high school.


    She forgot the soy milk, grabbed the newspaper, and ran. After a year of hard work, she had to let her parents know!


    The soy milk vendor called after her, "Hey, there''s another one! *Capital Youth Daily* has a whole page on you!"


    Although she didn''t know if she would be admitted yet, based on Tsinghua''s admission score line from the previous year, Yan Shengnan was within reach.


    What was this like?


    Last year, media outlets constantly wrote about how she was "out of style," but today, they all seemed to have agreed to change their tune. In *Capital Youth Daily*, Yan Shengnan was the model of the new generation, a role model. *Capital Morning Post* gave her half a page, praising her as the embodiment of the country''s new generation''s hard work, struggle, and courage to not waste youth.


    Even entertainment newspapers, which had been harsh in the past, were now singing her praises.


    Chinese people, regardless of their profession or social status, have a natural reverence for knowledge.


    Today was just the beginning. Media across the country started to report on her one after another.


    Eventually, the Yan Shengnan portrayed on TV was unrecognizable, not the real Yan Shengnan.


    Some said she had never liked acting and only loved studying since childhood. Others described her as rebelling against her family to resist bing a child star, even going so far as to say she had a falling out with her parents. Some even portrayed Yan Xishan as a devil, iming he forced Yan Shengnan into the entertainment industry just to make money.


    Poor Yan Xishan, who had already returned to Shaanxi, was dragged out by the media and "posthumously" criticized again.


    Even someone took advantage of the hype to publish a book titled *Tsinghua Girl Yan Shengnan*.


    The content was entirely fabricated, but because it had the name Yan Shengnan, it sold exceptionally well.


    Even people in the top-tier residentialpounds bought it, using it as an educational guide.


    Fortunately, Yan Zhao worked in public security and quickly coordinated with the city bureau to shut down the shady publishing house.


    Even so, Yan Shengnan''s admission was partly due to luck, or perhaps the influence of public opinion, because this year, Tsinghua''s lowest admission score was 685. A difference of just 0.5 points would have caused her to miss the opportunity.


    Before long, it was mid-August. Recently, Yan Peiheng, Yan Zhao, and officials from the military and public security had all gone to Beidaihe for a meeting. Meanwhile, the capital was unbearably hot.


    Yan Shengnan would soon start school and had to report for orientation.


    Although still in the same city, from now on, she would be living in the dormitory.


    For the first time in her life, she would be separated from her daughter. Moreover, with the widespread fame Yan Shengnan now enjoyed, Chen Men wasn''t happy about it. Having lived an extra lifetime, she had seen too muchplexity and darkness. In the future, when the inte became more developed, many dark aspects of society would be exposed. There was a case of poisoning that urred in a Tsinghua dormitory, which Chen Men had read about in the newspaper and remembered to this day.


    And Yan Shengnan, who had been ostracized in elementary school, might now, because of her overly glorified and embellished reputation, face istion from her ssmates and dorm mates. This was what Chen Men was most worried about.


    "Don''t worry, Mom. I''ll try my best to get along with everyone," Yan Shengnan said confidently.


    "How will you get along with them? What if they bully you or talk behind your back? Or worse, secretly tamper with your cosmetics or drinking water?" Chen Men asked.


    Yan Shengnan replied, "If they talk about me and it''s not too bad, I''ll just ignore it. If it''s too much, I''ll confront them myself. Worst case, we''ll have a fight."


    Chen Men didn''t want her daughter to get into fights.


    And if someone harbored malicious intentions after a fight, what would happen?


    It was said that in biological sciences, harmful substances were readily avable.


    Chen Men was worried sick.


    Yan Shengnan said, "Mom, I''m not that talented. I probably won''t be the best in the ss. Other girls like to chase celebrities, and so do I. They like to go shopping, and so do I. I''ll just be diligent in the dormitory and try to get along with everyone. But I won''t harm others, though I''ll be cautious and protect myself. Is that okay?"


    Seeing her mother''s worried expression, she added, "That''s the standard answer. Are you still not satisfied?"


    Not harming others but staying vignt, not picking fights but always being cautious to avoid being hurt¡ªthis was indeed the best way to navigate the world.


    Chen Men chuckled, about to say something, when suddenly she heard "coo coo coo," as if a magpie was calling.Aliali: 67613dfc87939c8e13ac5983


    But Chen Men remembered there were no magpies in this courtyard.


    Did the neighbors start raising magpies?


    At that moment, Yan Shengnan, who was standing by the window, suddenly turned around and tiptoed downstairs, skipping and hopping outside.


    Yan Shengnan had a habit that only Chen Men knew. Normally, she walked and ran properly, but if Little Wang was waiting for her, she would run like a rabbit, skipping and hopping, which was quite amusing.


    In that instant, Chen Men''s sixth sense told her that Little Wang must have returned.


    Turning to the curtain, she saw a boy standing behind the osmanthus tree. He was wearing a jacket and jeans, carrying a shoulder bag. From the second floor, she could clearly see that he was hiding a bouquet of pink lilies behind his back.


    Yan Shengnan dashed out, stopped in front of Little Wang.


    Today,pared to a year ago, Little Wang had changed a lot.


    Not only was his skin much darker, but he also seemed to have grown taller. His body was more muscr, and his skin was even darker. At first nce, he looked like a younger version of Yan Zhao.


    Where had he been for a year, and why did he only return now?

 Chapter 161

    <h1>Chapter 161</h1>


    Pink lilies, these were Yuanyuan''s favorite. As a child, she loved singing "Little Lily." She reached out to grab them, saying, "Brother, thank you for the flowers."0


    "These are for our mom," Little Wang quickly replied. Then, turning back, he called, "Brother,e quickly, this is our home."0


    He had another brother?0


    It had been a year since Yuanyuanst saw Little Wang. Her initial scream of surprise turned into augh that she couldn''t hold back, and then she covered her face, tears of joy streaming down.0


    It was Jinbao, her childhoodpanion who would share his bread with her, chase away the chickens that pecked at her when she first returned to the countryside, and who, though silent, was gentle and kind. He was the spitting image of his father, Chen Degong, tall, dark, and simple-hearted.0


    As soon as Chen Men saw Jinbao, she came out of the house, asking, "Jinbao, when I went back to the vige recently, your dad said you were working for a constructionpany. What are you doing here?"0


    Jinbao had already graduated from university. Because his father was a contractor, he had naturally pursued civil engineering.0


    He was assigned to arge constructionpany and should have been working on projects elsewhere. How did he end up with Little Wang?0


    The two of them looked like purebred migrant workers. As they entered the house, the spotless floor was soon marked with footprints, and sand and cement dust fell with each step.0


    Yuanyuan went to the kitchen, washed her hands, and pulled out some hand-pulled noodles to knead into dough, letting it rest. She then kneaded another lump of dough, coated it with vinegar and oil, and added some chili oil. This was a must. Noticing there was only a little vinegar left in the bottle, she hopped on her electric scooter and rode to the outdoor market to fill up on the most sour and fragrant Shanxi vinegar she could find.0


    As she walked back in, she heard Chen Men exim in surprise, "You took a year off from school to work as aborer on a construction site?"0


    Yuanyuan slowed her steps and tiptoed into the kitchen.0


    For a whole year, Little Wang had been away, and Yan Zhao had even gone to Wuhan to extend his enrollment. Yuanyuan was very curious¡ªhad her brother really gone to work as aborer on a construction site?0


    Had he made any money? Last year, Little Wang had taken a total of 500,000 yuan worth of water pumps and generators from Chen Men, and borrowed another 200,000 yuan from Shen Changqi, draining all of Chen Men''s savings.0


    If he was working as aborer on a construction site, could he repay that money?0


    Yuanyuan was extremely worried for her brother.0


    "Auntie, it''s not an ordinary site. Ourpany is in coboration with the Three Gorges Construction Company," Jinbao quickly exined.0


    Yuanyuan rolled out the hand-pulled noodles thinly, waiting for the water in the pot to boil. Once it did, she dropped the noodles in, and as soon as they floated to the surface, she scooped them out and plunged them into ice water.0


    Noodles like these, topped with chili oil and vinegar, were Little Wang''s favorite.0


    Chen Men didn''t ask about the money but instead asked Little Wang, "What specific site is it? Are you working there? Did you make any money?"0


    Little Wang was no longer the little tycoon he once was, now burdened with 700,000 yuan in debt. Even though that money belonged to Chen Men, it was still her life savings. If Little Wang hadn''t had a very important reason for staying away for a year, Chen Men might have let it go, but she was afraid Yan Zhao wouldn''t be so forgiving.0


    Could it be that Little Wang had been secretly working as a contractor elsewhere for the past year?0


    Had he made back the 700,000 yuan?0


    "Auntie..."0


    "Let him speak for himself," Chen Men said.0


    Little Wang hesitated for a moment before saying, "Mom, I really went to be a migrant worker, but not somewhere else. It was at the Three Gorges Dam. This year, I only made 5,000 yuan, but I witnessed the birth of a super project. Honestly, it had a huge impact and significance on my life."0


    So, the guy really had skipped university to be a migrant worker.0


    At the time, a migrant worker''s sry was around 600 to 700 yuan a month, and 5,000 yuan for a year was indeed the typical annual wage.0


    Chen Men herself wasn''t too bothered, as when she lent Little Wang the money, her intention was to have him donate it. But she didn''t know how Yan Zhao would react when he found out his son had skipped university to be a migrant worker. Would he be furious?0


    Thinking of this, she said, "Don''t eat lunch at home. Hurry up and take your sister to school. Stay there for a while, get to know her dormmates, and have dinner with her tonight. Come backte."0


    Yuanyuan had already prepared the hand-pulled noodles and made a side dish of mung bean sprouts, sliced cucumber, and braised beef. As she stretched the noodles, she turned back and said, "Mom, the meal is already ready. Why eat out?"0


    Yan Zhao and Yan Peiheng were scheduled to return that afternoon.0


    Chen Men wanted to send Little Wang away because she was afraid Yan Zhao would get angry when he found out Little Wang had been a migrant worker for a year.0


    The child had just returned, and if he was going to be scolded, it could wait until tomorrow. Today, let him have a happy time and send Yuanyuan off first.0


    Little Wang, smelling the aroma of the chili oil noodles and hand-pulled noodles, felt his stomach grumble. It seemed he wasn''t afraid of his strict father anymore. He washed his hands and prepared to eat.0


    "Mom, let''s eat first before sending her, okay? My dad should be back soon. I called him, and he said he''d be here by noon," Little Wang said nonchntly.0


    Did he want his father to punish him?0


    Just then, there was a loud bang outside¡ªthe sound of a car door closing.0


    Little Wang''s eyebrows shot up. "That''s my dad."0


    Chen Men looked out the window and saw not only Little Wang''s strict father but also his strict grandfather.0


    Yan Zhao and Yan Peiheng had strong tempers and high self-esteem. They weren''t as wealthy as Chen Men, so they were very concerned about the 700,000 yuan Little Wang had takenst year. Hearing that Little Wang was back, they had rushed back as quickly as possible.0


    Yan Zhao''s footsteps were heavy, and Yan Peiheng walked quickly. As soon as they reached the door and saw Little Wang, though they didn''t speak, the anger in their eyes was palpable, as if they wanted to tear Yan Wangqi apart.0


    "Grandpa, the chili oil noodles will be ready soon. Please take a seat," Yuanyuan called from the kitchen, her arms iling as she tossed the noodles into the pot with a loud p.0


    Yan Peiheng looked into the kitchen and chuckled, "Alright."0


    But when he turned back to his grandson, his expression hardened, and his voice changed: "Yan Wangqi..."0


    Little Wang pulled out a magazine from his bag, smiling at his grandfather but handing the magazine to his father.0


    Yan Zhao was puzzled but took the magazine. On the cover was a picture of a rebar-binding scene before cement pouring.0


    Chen Men had worked on projects, and Yan Zhao had often apanied her to construction sites, so he was somewhat knowledgeable in this area. The rebar in the picture was unusually thick, and the quality of the cement was excellent, something Yan Zhao had never seen before.0


    Thebination of these materials meant the concrete structure could withstand an eight-magnitude earthquake, no exaggeration.0


    Among the migrant workers binding the rebar in the picture, one with dark skin and a tall, sturdy build was clearly Jinbao, his head lowered. Another, slightly thinner and unusually tall, was the only one looking straight at the camera.0


    Yan Zhao suddenly looked up at his son.0


    Little Wang stepped back, spread his arms, and Yan Zhao was immediately shocked. That was his son, Yan Wangqi.0


    So, for the past year, Little Wang hadn''t been attending university but had been working as a migrant worker on a construction site?0


    The little guy was brimming with pride and satisfaction, all because his photo had made it into the magazine while he was binding rebar?0


    Yan Zhao remained silent and continued reading.0


    The title of the article in the magazine read: "The Three Gorges Dam is Not a Century-Long Project!"0N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Due tost year''s floods, the Three Gorges Project was not only the focus of national attention but also of the world. Foreign media constantly imed that with the current technology avable to the Chinese, the project would notst a century and would copse within fifty years.0


    Yan Zhao, like everyone else, was very concerned. If the decades-long project couldn''tst a century, what would happen to the people living along the Yangtze River?0


    The "Construction Engineering and Construction" magazine was a leading publication in the domestic construction industry. If it stated that the Three Gorges Dam was not a century-long project, could it be criticizing the construction''s substandard quality?0


    This was a serious issue.0


    Yan Zhao nced at his son again and quickly flipped open the magazine. The main text read:0


    As the world''s only superpower project in history, the Three Gorges Dam, if an ident or destruction were to ur, would cause incalcble damage to our country. Therefore, the chief designer, XXX, stated that the design and quality of the Three Gorges Dam should not be described as a "century-long project."0


    A century-long project implies a lifespan of only one hundred years.0


    We cannot help but ask, what will our descendants do a hundred years from now?0


    Therefore, when constructing the dam, the designers aimed to set no limits, no expiration date.0


    With all human effort, they aimed to achieve the best possible oue.0


    So, we can understand that its lifespan is permanent!0


    The Three Gorges Dam is not a century-long project, but its service life is the longest possible duration that human strength can achieve on this. It is eternal!0


    Yan Zhao exhaled and handed the magazine to Yan Peiheng, asking Little Wang, "Were you working as a cement worker at the Three Gorges construction site?" His tone was so gentle, it was like the singing of a nightingale.0


    "At that time, the flood had just subsided, and the construction team was extremely short-handed. The contractor had high requirements for migrant workers, needing young ones with a rtively high level of education. When I went, Jinbao''s unit was recruiting, requiring a high school diploma and willingness to work as a migrant worker binding steel bars. So, I went." Little Wang continued, "Dad, I''m just a small migrant worker, but the lock we poured is thergest and strongest in the history of the world. It is entirely different from the inferior small dikes on the Yangtze River. With it, the Yangtze River will be much less likely to experience floods that human efforts cannot withstand."0


    Yan Peiheng, without his reading sses, had to hold the magazine up close to his eyes.0


    Yan Zhao slowly sat down.0


    At that moment, Yuanyuan brought out some oil-sshed noodles.0


    She first served them to her grandfather and father, but the bowl for Little Wang had the exact amount of vinegar and chili that he preferred. Then she said, "Grandpa, let''s eat first."0


    Little Wang''s stomach was already growling from hunger.0


    Yan Peiheng finally put down the magazine, looked at his eldest grandson, and handed him the chopsticks, saying, "Let''s eat together."0


    Although they didn''t know why the child had changed his ambition to study civil engineering, the relief they felt now was immense, contrasting with the anger they had felt when Little Wang had previously dropped out of school.0


    In the grand scheme of the Three Gorges Project, Little Wang was just a small wave in the vast ocean.0


    But in this era, how many high school graduates would be willing to be migrant workers, binding steel bars and mixing cement?0


    Last year, due to severe flooding, the Yangtze River region suffered greatly, and the contractor of the Three Gorges Project had very high recruitment requirements, making recruitment difficult. Little Wang''s efforts might have been insignificant, but the ocean is made up of droplets. If he did it, there would surely be many other children like him, each contributing their droplet of effort.0


    And every wave, every bolt of effort, is the key to China''s ability to build world-ss projects.0


    During the meal, no one spoke. After finishing, Yuanyuan was due to report to her school.0


    Chen Men gave Little Wang a look, "Go on, hurry up."0


    But what had toe woulde. Yan Peiheng said, "Wait, Yan Wangqi, you took 700,000 yuan from your motherst year. How do you n to repay that?"0


    Little Wang, still sitting at the dining table, had already had his own n for this matter. He said, "Grandpa, I originally invested in apany. At the time, thepany''s valuation was only 200,000 yuan, and I held 30% of the shares. Now thepany is restructuring and preparing for an IPO, with a current valuation of 5 million yuan. I''ll sell 15% of my original shares to repay my mother''s money."0


    Yan Peiheng and his son exchanged a nce and collectively nodded, "That''s eptable."0


    What a joke! Thatpany would be the richest in the entire country.0


    Little Wang held original shares, which would be diluted in a round-by-round bidding process. If he sold them now, it would be difficult to buy them backter.0


    "Alright, hurry up and send Yuanyuan to school. I''m not short of money right now. We''ll talk about repaying the money when I need it," Chen Men quickly said.0


    Little Wang went upstairs and pulled Yuanyuan''s suitcase down. Seeing Yuanyuan still cleaning up the dishes at the dining table, he tapped her on the forehead, "Let''s go, what are you still standing there for?"0


    "We can leave a bitter. As long as we report tonight," Yuanyuan nced at her father and pushed Little Wang away a bit.0


    Her father was watching. If they kept fooling around like this, Yuanyuan was afraid her father would punish Little Wangter.0


    And since her father was back, Yuanyuan guessed he wouldn''t let Little Wang send her. Maybe he would take her himself.0


    Yuanyuan knew her father''s intentions well. He was very cautious about Little Wang.0


    But this time, Yuanyuan was wrong. Because Yan Zhao said, "Yan Wangqi, take your sister to school. If there''s no food in the dorm tonight, have a meal with her beforeing back."0


    Not only was Yuanyuan surprised, but even Chen Men was astonished. Yan Zhao actually let Little Wang take Yuanyuan to school and even have a meal with her?0


    What had gotten into this man?0


    Was it because he felt that Little Wang had finally done something meaningful for society, and that''s why he had changed his attitude?0


    As they walked out the door with the two children, Chen Men said as she walked, "Be careful on the road."0


    Yuanyuan smiled and nodded.0


    Little Wang whispered to Chen Men, "Mom, when you go back inside, check my bag. There''s a share certificate in it, in your name. Thepany is a hydropower equipment factory in Nantong. Although it''s a privatepany, I''vepared it, and itsrge equipment quality is no less than that of foreign big brands. Arge amount of hydropower equipment for the Three Gorges was purchased from it. I estimate that it will be the main procurement supplier forrge hydropower stations in our country. The 200,000 yuan I borrowed from Shen Changqi was invested in it. Trust me, this time you''ll definitely make a big profit from it."0


    After saying that, he pulled the suitcase and left.0


    Chen ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Men couldn''t help but smile wryly and shake her head.0


    This was Yan Wangqi. He might suddenly have a change of heart due to national hardships, donating money and goods, or even donating a year of his youth to be an ordinary cement and steel worker.0


    But when it came to magazine covers, he would meticulously n to be on them, and he would be the only migrant worker to appear.0


    Seeing a promising factory with good prospects for making money, he would never miss the opportunity, making sure to buy shares.0


    He was willing to sweat, showing only his high-minded side in front of his father, while also pursuing fame and profit, doing it all beautifully. Making money? That was just a bonus.0


    Yan Xishan couldn''tpare to him at all!0


    In the September midday sun, a tall, upright young man and his graceful sister walked side by side, asionally exchanging nces, and walked off together!0

 Chapter 162

    <h1>Chapter 162</h1>


    It was the end of February 2003, and the old year had just passed, with people still immersed in the lingering atmosphere of the New Year.


    The small red building with bright red couplets on the door exuded a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.


    In the bedroom, the sound of typing on aputer keyboard was loud and clear, interspersed with Yuanyuan''sints: "Brother, slow down a bit."


    "Why don''t you type faster? By the way, this sentence, ''thermal performance of ss curtain walls,'' not ''thermal functionality,'' fix that," Little Wang instructed with amanding tone.


    Both of these children had just graduated from university and were currently on winter break, preparing for their thesis defenses.


    Little Wang was always multitasking. Yuanyuan had already finished her thesis, but he had been running around all holiday, checking on his investments, attending shareholder meetings, calcting dividends¡ªbusier than ever. With the new semester about to start, his thesis was still unfinished. He was dictating his thoughts, and Yuanyuan was typing them up for him. Meanwhile, he was glued to his phone, busy discussing the price of bulk cotton.


    Who knew what he was up to.


    Chen Men was in the kitchen, hand-making plum and mushroom meatballs. In the pot, Yan Zhao was frying beef meatballs, while a small coal stove nearby simmeredmb. The pot was boiling, and the clear broth revealed tendermb legs with a faint pink hue. The meat was so fresh that there was not a trace of gaminess.


    As he made the meatballs, Yan Zhao listened to the news on the TV. When he heard that a businessman traveling from the United States via Shanghai had died in Hong Kong, and it was suspected to be rted to the atypical pneumonia outbreak in Guangzhou, he set down his chopsticks.


    At that moment, his phone rang. Yan Zhao saw it was a call from the Minister and quickly answered: "Minister Qi."


    The other side spoke, and Yan Zhao, looking at the TV, gradually turned serious. He nodded: "I''ll be right there."


    Turning back, he called out to Little Wang: "Yan Wangqi,e watch the pot. I need to go to the office."


    "Yan Zhao..." Chen Men stomped her foot in protest.


    It wasn''t a big deal to have Yan Wangqi watch the pot, but Little Lang had been in Tibet for the past few years and hadn''t been home in two years. This year, he had been transferred to the capital, and he was due to arrive today. The child loved his father''s fried beef meatballs, and could Little Wang''s cookingpare?


    Moreover, the holiday season was especially busy forw enforcement, with various surprise inspections onnding units. Yan Zhao had only just gotten some rest. In government work, there was never really an end to the workload. Seeing Yan Zhao about to leave, Chen Men couldn''t help but blurt out: "My period just ended today."


    Yan Zhao was taking off his apron and paused for a moment, a slight flicker of emotion crossing his dark face.


    During the New Year, Yan Zhao had been working overtime and on duty. He had just gotten a day off yesterday, and Chen Men had been on her period, leaving him frustrated and unable to satisfy his desires. Now that her period was over, even if it were raining knives outside, he would have to rush back.


    "I''ll definitely be back tonight," Yan Zhao said, taking off his coat and heading out the door, driving off in his car.


    As it happened, not long after he left, arger, darker ck wolf, dressed in military uniform and carrying luggage, was calling out for his mother even before reaching the doorstep. As soon as he entered the house, he sniffed the air and said, "This is Dad''s fried meatball smell. Mom, where''s Dad?"


    In a flurry, the two children from the bedroom rushed out, and Yuanyuan eximed, "Mom, Little Lang is so much taller than me now, even taller than my brother!"


    Little Lang''s growth had been ate bloomer. As a child, he didn''t seem like he would grow tall, but from the age of 16, he had shot up in height. Now he was even taller than Little Wang, resembling his father just after he had retired from the military. His face had matured from the baby fat of his youth, and his eyes, sharp from frequent sniper practice, were like those of an eagle.


    Despite the change in appearance, his essence remained the same.


    Chen Men served him somemb soup, and he sipped it, sighing, "The taste of home."


    She then scooped out some fried meatballs for him, half with tomato sauce and half with salt and pepper. He picked them up with chopsticks, eating them like skewers, stuffing them into his mouth one by one: "Ah, so fragrant."


    But his eyes were searching for his father: "Mom, where''s Dad?"


    "Your dad will be back tonight. How long will you be able to rest this time?" Chen Men asked.


    Little Lang raised his fingers: "30 days, a whole month."


    This child had been in Tibet before, but now he had passed the exam and was stationed in the capital, belonging to the capital''s military special forces, the top elite unit in the country. Apart from his family, he couldn''t reveal anything about his work. The treatment was decent, but the hardships were known only to him. Having left home at 16, this was Little Lang''s first long vacation.


    "When your dad gets back, Mom will take you all to Hainan for a few days," Chen Men said.


    Little Lang loved water, always stepping into puddles as a child.


    With a rare break, taking him to Hainan for a good time would be perfect.


    However, upon hearing this news, the most excited was Yuanyuan, who pinched Little Wang: "Brother, my swimsuit will finallye in handy. You have to teach me how to swim."


    Little Wang blushed slightly and flicked her forehead with his finger.


    This simple action, however, made Little Lang angry: "Brother, why do you always like to hit my sister?"


    "Or should I hit you too?" Little Wang said, reaching out to give Little Lang a tap, but before he could, Little Lang grabbed his brother''s wrist, lifting him up until Little Wang was almost off the ground.


    "Mom, look, your big ck wolf is bullying me," Little Wang struggled in vain, pleading for mercy.


    Yuanyuan and Chen Men saw this and said in unison: "Serves you right."


    The three children had grown so much over the years. Once the whitest and cutest Little Lang now stood next to Little Wang and Yuanyuan, looking like a big gray wolf,rger and more mature than the two of them,pletely unlike a twenty-year-old.


    This day, which should have been a family reunion, Chen Men had called over Yan Peiheng and Yan Wei''s family, who had just returned from a trip to Guangzhou and were resting at a high-level residence. However, before dinner was ready, Yuanyuan''s department head called her, saying he had found her an internship, and this job was particrly important, urging her to return to school immediately.


    Yuanyuan studied molecr immunology, focusing on drug and vine development, but she had nned to work at Chen Men''s factory, specializing in form milk research, and had not submitted any resumes elsewhere.


    But since her department head called, Yuanyuan had to go. She left Little Wang to finish his thesis himself, took a couple of bites of the meatball soup, and took a taxi back to school.


    Shortly after, Qi Songlu called, saying the local police station had called, asking them to stay at home and iste for a few days, temporarily not going out or contacting others. The reason for this would be announced in a couple of days.


    How many steps did it take to get from the high-level residence to here?


    And the word "quarantine" sounded so familiar.


    Although Chen Men had been reborn, she wasn''t all-powerful. In her previous life, in 2003, she had been preparing for an exam, studying business administration, and had hardly gone out.


    Moreover, although there had been SARS in Shaanxi Province, it wasn''t severe, and the quarantine policy had only targeted returnees from other ces. So she hadn''t been deeply affected. It wasn''t until now, looking at the full table of dishes, that she suddenly realized¡ªcould it be that SARS had arrived?


    That day, Yan Zhao did not return.


    The next day, the news reported that a recent outbreak of a contagious disease had urred in China. The disease was named SARS, or Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome, a very serious infectious disease.


    Just as the Spring Festival had not yet ended, with arge number of people returning home, the capital was at its least popted.


    And the small-scale quarantine policy also began now.


    Chen Men had experienced it before and didn''t need to think too much. Stopping the milk powder factory was a pity, but form milk was critical for infant safety. From now on, sales could continue, but the production workshop would be shut down, and workers sent home to await the improvement of the epidemic before considering resuming production.


    As for Little Lang''s itinerary, she urgently reported it to the police station and then stayed at home waiting for news.


    After all, Little Lang had taken the train back, and it was unclear whether there had been anyone with pneumonia on the train, or whether he could be infected. The police station had to confirm they could go out before she dared to.


    Little ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Lang had nothing to do with it. When Chen Men washed the dishes, he helped clear the tes. When Chen Men mopped the floor, he followed behind to arrange the chairs and tables. When Chen Men wanted to watch TV, he washed some fruits, asionally peeling an apple or peeling a couple of oranges. Seeing that Chen Men liked sunflower seeds but was toozy to peel them, he peeled a big handful for her and ced them in her hand.


    He couldn''t talk about his work unit, but this kid would share some of his experiences from training in the mountains, describing the scenery, talking about snow-capped mountains and Tibetan areas. After years of not seeing him, he was still a photography expert, developing many photos to show Chen Men, pointing out which one was the Namcha Barwa Peak and which one was Mount Kash. As long as he was with his mom, even if they never left the house, Little Lang seemed content to stay forever, calm and unhurried.


    In contrast, Little Wang was like a monkey that couldn''t sit still.


    The first day was fine; he worked on his thesis all day. But by the evening, someone called him, and he wanted to run away. Several times, he tried to sneak out the window, but Chen Men had instructed Little Lang to bring him back each time.


    That night, to prevent Little Wang from escaping, Chen Men had Little Lang sleep with him.


    Little Wang tried everything in the middle of the night¡ªusing his head, his feet¡ªto see if Little Lang was asleep. Finding him peacefully asleep, Little Wang got up, went to the bathroom to pee, and then, seeing Little Lang still asleep, he tiptoed, dressed as he went, and made his way to the front door. Thinking he was about to escape, he smiled and prepared to run out, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw a pair of shining eyes staring at him.


    It wasn''t a wolf; it was a gecko.


    Little Lang had climbed out the window, hanging upside down on the door. His muscr body was taut, his arms crossed, and he looked at his brother for a while before headbutting him back inside.


    Fortunately, only two days passed before the police station called to say that it had been confirmed that peopleing from Tibet did not need to be quarantined, and Little Lang was free to move around.


    Everything has a process. At this point, the SARS outbreak had not yet reached its peak, so from the official standpoint to the public, everyone was still in a state of nervous anticipation and a wait-and-see attitude.


    As soon as the police station called, Little Wang ran upstairs, grabbed a photo from his room, and bolted.


    Chen Men chased after him, yelling for him to wear a mask. He didn''t have time to put one on and shouted back, "Mom, you''re really overreacting."


    Chen Men handed the mask to Little Lang, telling him to go after Little Wang and make sure he wore it.


    Little Lang chased after his brother, nearly knocking over two people in the process¡ªone was Yan Peiheng, and the other was the manager of Bayi Hotel.


    Yan Peiheng rarely got to see Little Lang and hadn''t even caught him before the young man took off again.


    "Dad, what''s going on? Why did youe out too?" Chen Men asked.


    "I''ve been working overtimetely. With Qi Songlu and the others at home, I haven''t been back," Yan Peiheng said, turning to the manager of Bayi Hotel, Wang, and said, "You exin, what exactly is going on."


    Manager Wang smiled and said, "Well, our hotel is currently implementing a small-scale quarantine, mainly for people from Guangzhou and Hong Kong. Of course, anyone who has recently checked in is also being quarantined. However, the other night, a guest..." He hesitated, ncing at Yan Peiheng.


    Yan Peiheng took over, saying, "It''s Mike. After all these years, he finally decided toe and see me. The other night, hended, and I arranged for him to stay at Bayi Hotel, to be quarantined. But he tried to escape three times that night. Let Little Lang keep an eye on him."


    Mike was Yan Peiheng''s most beloved grandson.


    But also the most rebellious.


    His father sent him to West Point, but he dropped out halfway to pursue rock music. Currently, he was reportedly a rock singer.


    If Jim and John were the model children that other families envied, then Mike was the one running wild on the path of rebellion, never looking back. Until recently, for some reason, he suddenly decided to visit Yan Peiheng, only to get caught up in this situation.


    Yan Peiheng arranged for him to stay at Bayi Hotel, to be quarantined and observe the situation. But Mike wouldn''t stay for a minute,ining that China had no human rights, that this was soft imprisonment, that they wanted to detain him, and so on.


    And he had been selected for West Point, so his physical fitness was undoubtedly excellent, far better than Little Wang''s. He tried to escape seven or eight times that night. If it weren''t for Yan Peiheng''s understanding of the rebellious nature of his grandchildren and his prior arrangements with the guards, Mike would have escaped long ago.


    Currently, although norge-scale quarantine policies had been officially implemented, various military regions were taking the lead.


    Yan Peiheng couldn''t let his American grandson run wild on Chinese soil.


    So he came to find Little Lang, nning to have the recently returned Little Lang stay with Mike, to keep an eye on his unruly brother and not bring shame to the country, the army, or their Yan family.


    "Go ahead, I''ll call Little Lang now and have him go with you," Chen Men immediately said.


    The epidemic had just begun, and its severity would only be known in a few months. Chen Men had experienced it and was afraid of death, so she was more cautious than anyone else.


    And so, after being cooped up at home for a few days, Little Wang bolted like a sh of lightning, and Little Lang had a new mission: as a Chinese special forces soldier, he had to apany his former American soldier brother, Mike, in quarantine at the hotel.


    Tall and muscr, Little Lang hugged Chen Men before leaving: "Mom, you stay here alone for now. I''ll be back in a few days. There are peeled sunflower seeds on the table, remember to eat them. The apple is peeled, but you should eat it within half an hour, or it will oxidize. Go to bed early, your skin is a bit drytely."


    "Okay," Chen Men said.


    Despite being tall, dark, and strong, Little Lang''s heart was always the gentlest and most delicate.


    As for Bayi Hotel, things weren''t too formal yet. There was just a rope tied at the entrance, serving as a warning line. People inside weren''t allowed out, and no one from outside was allowed in. Of course, everyone inside was recent guests who hade to the military region for business and were now being held for observation. Only after the police station gave the okay could they be released.


    Little Lang, following Manager Wang, could of course enter.


    However, the staff from the neighborhoodmittee still needed to dress him up. Seeing that he had a mask, they didn''t provide one, but they pinned a small badge on his chest that read ''Neighborhood Model.'' Although the badge was small and had just been printed andminated at a small shop on the street corner, it represented honor. From now on, Little Lang was an honored member of the neighborhoodmittee.


    And Little Wang, as it happened, was also at the entrance of Bayi Hotel. Seeing the hotel staff let Little Lang in and the crowd outside, he ducked his head and slipped in behind Little Lang.


    Little Lang went upstairs, and so did Little Wang.


    When Little Lang reached the third floor and stopped in front of a room guarded by a group of security personnel, ready to enter, Little Wang, while on the phone, confirmed the room number with the person on the other end and stopped right across from it.


    They had both followed Manager Wang upstairs. The room Little Lang entered was where his American brother, Mike, was staying.


    And the room Little Wang knocked on... well, he was quite nervous when the door opened, because the person inside should be an old grandfather. Little Wang had never met him before, but he had seen a photo of him when he was young, tucked inside a copy of his father''s "Criminal Law."


    With Little Wang''s smarts, did it take him any time to figure out who the photo of Yan Xishan''s father was?


    Not at all.


    In fact, it was the day Chen Men deliberately ced that book in his bedroom that he had flipped through it.


    Of course, he had been a kid until recently. Even if he had thought about dating, with both of them not yet graduated from university, and his father being so strict, he didn''t dare to make a move. But he wasn''t idle either. If he had been afraid of being punished by his parents before, Chen Men giving him the book was like giving him the guts to act openly.


    And not only did he have the guts, but his actions were top-notch.


    A couple of years ago, when he went back to his hometown, he specifically talked to Yan Bin and Yan Yong, inquiring about the cotton merchant who had once visited the vige and where he was from, eventually obtaining the valuable information that he was from Kashgar.


    This year, Jinbao''s unit took on a water conservancy project in Kashgar, and during the summer, Little Wang went there.


    But the person wasn''t easy to find. Calcting it out, the old man was at least seventy this year, maybe even already buried.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Little Wang''s journey left him utterly dumbfounded. The city of Kashgar was farrger than he had ever imagined, and the streets were filled with people sporting high noses and deep eye sockets. As he looked around, nearly everyone resembled Yan Xishan.


    Within the city, things were manageable, but outside the city limits, the vast expanse of cotton fields stretched endlessly, with poptions spread so thinly that even visiting a neighbor in the countryside required a half-day''s drive.


    How was he supposed to find anyone in such a ce?


    Little Wang searched all summer but returned home disappointed. However, during the New Year, Jinbao provided him with a valuable lead. ording to Jinbao, Kashgar was home to a renowned cotton grower who, in his youth, had traveled far and wide selling cotton, including a trip to Shaanxi


    Province. This cotton magnate, due to religious reasons, was nning to travel abroad and would be passing through the capital.


    Little Wang saw this as an opportunity. He invited the cotton grower to the Bayi Hotel, under the pretext of wanting to buy cotton, hoping to have an in-depth conversation with him to determine if he had ever been to Yanguan Vige and experienced "One Night in Yanguan Vige."


    The old man, reportedly apanied by his two sons, was persuaded by Little Wang''s sweet talk to leave his sons behind and make the trip to the Bayi Hotel alone.


    Coincidentally, on the night the old man arrived, the military district initiated a quarantine policy, and he ended up being quarantined.


    Yan Xishan would never have guessed that the mystery of his origins would be unraveled by Little Wang.


    When Little Wang knocked on the door and hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, he was greeted by a pair of slippers flying at him in a double drift, a wee gift from his older brother Mike, who had once served as a soldier in the U.S. Army.


    Little Lang didn''t dodge; one slipper hit him on the head, and the other knocked off the "Model Street Guardian" badge from his chest.

 Chapter 163

    <h1>Chapter 163</h1>


    First, let''s talk about Little Wang. Everything went too smoothly. As soon as he entered, he saw a standard version of Yan Xishan''s father, an elderly man with a lean build. He was dressed in white linen clothes, his skin was a deep brown, and he looked neat and tidy. He was probably in his early seventies, with white hair, eyebrows, and beard, and his eyes were smiling.


    "Yan Wangqi?"


    "Uncle Maliye?"


    "Why am I being quarantined? The staff said there''s some kind of infectious disease going around, so they won''t let me out. But I feel perfectly fine! Look at me, I''m in great shape. Check out my arms, my legs." Uncle Maliye said, patting his body all over.


    But no, he was old, and before he could finish, he cramped up and almost fell onto the bed.


    There was a reason Little Wang was in such a hurry.


    This well-known cotton farmer from Kashgar was named Maliye. He was a cotton farmer who had lived in Kashgar for generations.


    The Maliye family was veryrge. He had five older brothers, though they had all passed away, four sons, and over twenty nephews.


    Not only did he own hundreds of acres of cotton fields, making him a true cotton magnate, but he had also been the president of the Kashgar Cotton Association. Hua Country''s cotton production ranks second in the world, and Kashgar is a major cotton-producing region. The cotton produced there is famous for its high quality both domestically and internationally. Maliye yed a significant role in this, as he had received many government awards for his years of cotton farming and held a high reputation and prestige in the Kashgar region. During his time at the association, he had always been diligent and focused on improving cotton quality, never cking off.


    Now, both the cotton fields and the association were managed by Maliye''s eldest son.


    Logically, such an elderly man shouldn''t be traveling alone to conduct business.


    The reason he was traveling alone was that the entire family had been approved to travel abroad together due to religious reasons.


    The old man was getting on in years and rarely got to see his children and grandchildren. Moreover, his views were quite different from those of his children and grandchildren. For example, his eldest son liked to show off and often went to parties and dinners, but he didn''t pay much attention to cotton quality, which Maliye disapproved of.


    His nephews and grandchildren mostly neglected the cotton fields and moved to the city to buy cars, houses, and smartphones, pursuing urban lifestyles. This also displeased Maliye, and whenever he saw them, he liked to lecture them.


    This trip to the capital, his eldest son had rented a bus, nning to take the whole family on a road trip to see the beautifulndscapes of their country. Maliye had traveled all over the country in his youth and wanted to have a good talk with his grandchildren on the way, telling them stories from his younger days. But the night before they were set to leave, he overheard a few of his young grandsonsining that they wouldn''t enjoy the trip with their grandfather around, as he always nagged and scolded them, which they found very annoying.


    It''s easy to imagine how much of a blow this was to the old man, who had worked hard all his life to raise his children and grandchildren.


    So, the business trip was just an excuse. The real reason he didn''t take the bus and instead flew to the capital ahead of time was to avoid his sons.


    However, as soon as he arrived, the old man was quarantined at the Bayi Hotel for three whole days. The ne he was supposed to take had already left the capital half an hour ago.


    Maliye pointed at his watch and said, "Our ne has already been dyed by half an hour."


    "I really didn''t mean to, Uncle Maliye. I was quarantined for the past two days and couldn''t get out," Little Wang quickly exined.


    He was also very anxious because this old man''s trip abroad was very difficult to arrange.


    The whole family had applied to the government for permission to travel abroad due to their faith, going through a lengthy approval process to secure a special flight.


    With the old man stuck at the Bayi Hotel, the rest of his family couldn''t leave either.


    They were probably searching everywhere for him right now and might soon arrive at the Bayi Hotel.


    Since they were traveling abroad for religious reasons, the dy caused by Little Wang could potentially lead to ethnic tensions and conflicts. The military district was a sensitive area, and with the current timing, any mishap could put Yan Peiheng and the military district in a crisis.


    Natural disasters are hard to predict, but Little Wang wanted to do his best to divert the crisis away from the military district.


    He had already borrowed a car from Chen Men''s factory and parked it outside. He needed to get the old man out of there as soon as possible.


    No time for small talk, he pulled out a photo and handed it to the old man: "Is this person you?"


    The old man''s luggage was already packed and ready to go, but when he saw the photo, he sat down again. After a long while, he pointed at Yan Baogui and said, "He is Yan Baogui." Then he pointed at Yan Xishan''s father: "He should be called Yan Fugui."


    Little Wang had prepared for this for a long time and was well-prepared.


    At this point, he was already overjoyed, but he suppressed his excitement and pulled out a magazine, handing it to the old man: "Uncle Maliye, take a look at this. This is Yan Fugui''s son."


    It was a magazine from a few years ago that exposed scandals about someone named Bao Bao. There was a photo of Yan Xishan wearing sses without lenses, dressed in a suit, with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. Next to the photo was a bold caption: "Hooligan pretending to be refined."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    The old man looked at his own photo, then at the magazine, his gaze alternating rapidly.


    His hands trembled for a while, and then he looked up at Little Wang, his face filled with disbelief.


    But the old man didn''t say anything directly. After hesitating for a while, he asked, "Yan Wangqi, can I meet this person?"


    Little Wang could tell from the old man''s tone that he was probably suspicious that Yan Xishan was his son.


    "Your children and grandchildren are probably looking for you right now. I can let you talk to him on the phone. Take it slow, grab your cane, and let''s walk and talk. I''ll take you to the airport first," Little Wang said.


    The old man''s family was likely searching everywhere for him, so they had to get him back quickly.


    Otherwise, if they found the Bayi Hotel, there might be trouble today.


    As they walked, Little Wang had to get Yan Xishan to talk to the old man.


    Time was of the essence, so they talked while walking.


    Yan Xishan''s phone was picked up, and Little Wang immediately said, "Uncle Xishan, I''ve met someone here. I think he''s your real father."


    Yan Xishan was silent for a moment and then gave Little Wang three words: "You''re crazy."


    Little Wang quickly said, "Really, people in the vige have been saying that your father was a cotton spinner, and it turns out..."


    Yan Xishan hung up the phone.


    Little Wang helped the old man out the door, intending to help him walk, but Maliye, who had spent most of his life in the cotton fields, was still brisk despite his age. He walked so fast that Little Wang could barely keep up.


    He tried calling Yan Xishan again, but the call was cut off. He called again, and it was cut off again.


    When they reached the second floor, Little Wang suddenly realized something.


    At over forty years old, hearing someone im you have a real father would make anyone think the person was crazy.


    Moreover, with Yan Xishan being so greedy and snobbish, would he want a father who was a cotton farmer?


    Little Wang quickly sent a text message: "Your biological father is a cotton magnate from Kashgar, owning hundreds of acres of cotton fields."


    After sending the text, Little Wang started counting down. By the time he reached three, Yan Xishan''s call had alreadye in.


    Immediately, Little Wang handed the phone to Uncle Maliye and went downstairs.


    Earlier, he had noticed that to leave openly, he needed a badge with the words "Community Model" on it. Such badges were on the table at the entrance, and since the security guard was not around, Little Wang quickly grabbed two for himself and prepared one for the old man, nning to go back upstairs and help Uncle Maliye down.


    But just then, he saw a bus pull up. First, a chubby version of Yan Xishan got off, followed by an even fatter one, then another who was three times as fat as the first two. One after another, a group of burly men got off the bus.


    Not only was Little Wang stunned, but even the security guard at the entrance, who was tying a rope, was stunned.


    The guard stepped forward, ready to ask something, but one of the extremely fat "Yan Xishans" blocked the guard''s path, coldly staring at him.


    It happened so fast that Little Wang had already walked out the door, smiling and saying, "Are you here to look for Uncle Maliye? He''s upstairs. I''ll get him right away!"


    The old man was still on the phone on the second floor.


    Little Wang now went upstairs, helped the old grandfather down, and safely handed him over to his grandchildren. If he did this, today''s incident wouldn''t escte into a conflict between ethnic groups.


    Hurry up and help the old man downstairs.


    But today''s chaos was far from over. Just as Little Wang started climbing the stairs, he looked up and saw Little Lang and someone else struggling and rolling down from the third floor. The other person suddenly broke free from Little Lang, raised his hand toward Uncle Maliye, and was about to push him. If Uncle Maliye fell, he would tumble down from the second floor andnd face-first.


    The group outside was ready to stir up a serious ethnic conflict at the Bayi Hotel.


    Little Wang cupped his hands, pretending to support someone, and rushed forward.


    ...


    Recalling earlier, when Little Lang just entered the room.


    He was weed not only by a pair of sliding slippers but also by a room full of trash.


    And ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????a man lying on the bed holding a television.


    Mike was 28 years old, exactly 8 years older than Little Lang. He wore a white tank top, washed-blue jeans, and was about the same height as Little Lang. His well-defined muscles showed that he hadn''t cked off on his workouts over the years, and his physique was truly impressive.


    Hey on the bed, holding a television, lifting it up and down, as if he was... working out?


    The room was so dirty that there was hardly any ce to step. The nket was stained with brown coffee spots, the pillowcase was hanging on themp, and the pillow was on the floor. As Little Lang took a step, the congealed c on the floor stretched like silk under his foot. When he took another step, he stepped on something and looked down to see a torn packet of tomato sauce. The red liquid squirted out with a "biu" sound, resembling snot.


    "Hua Country Special Forces?" Mike finally put the TV down, not gently, but by throwing it onto the floor.


    Little Lang saw the screen crack and said politely, "Brother, my name is Yan Minng."


    "I know you. Hua Country Special Forces, right?" Mike said, sitting up. "You''re the best kid in my parents'' eyes, but you... you look a bit silly."


    Although Little Lang''s skin was dark, his features were delicate, and he still had a youthful innocence. Having been in the army all this time, he was very different from those who roamed the outside world. In Mike''s eyes, who was always mixing with outsiders, Little Lang seemed a bit... dull.


    Mike had already knocked off the small badge on Little Lang''s chest. Not satisfied, he threw a beer can at him, hitting Little Lang''s chest.


    "Brother, don''t throw trash around," Little Lang said politely again.


    Mike snorted coldly and threw another beer can.


    As the saying goes, "It''s easy to change a mountain but hard to change one''s nature."


    Another saying goes, "Wearing fine clothes and not returning home is like wearing them at night."


    Yan Jun had finally risen from being an assistant lecturer to a lecturer, which made him a university professor. If this happened in Hua Country, it would surely make many people envious.


    Unfortunately, they had been expelled from Hua Country and had no chance of returning in their lifetime.


    The children had dividends from the milk powder factory. Last year, one child received 30,000 yuan, and Chen Men sent the money overseas, distributing it among the three children. But the couple received nothing.


    Mike was into rock music, but in this era, not all rock musicians could be stars. Most were addicts, drifters, or freeloaders. Mike was fortunate enough to be a freeloader.


    Although Yan Jun had be a lecturer, his sry was still low. Liu Xiuying, due to the hardships she endured when she was young, was now gued with illnesses and couldn''t work. So the family was still very poor. When it came to all this, the couple''s anger always turned toward Mike.


    "Look at you, and then look at Yan Minng. Both of you were in the army, but he seeded, why couldn''t you?"


    "Do you know how harsh the conditions are in the Hua Country army? Yan Minng could endure it, but you couldn''t."


    "Useless trash, good-for-nothing." Yan Jun would even shout at Mike when he was angry.


    Mike was indeed a failure. He had given up a chance to attend West Point, believing he could achieve greatness through rock music. However, after seven or eight years, he hadn''t even managed to secure a few proper performances. This trip to Hua Country came about because he had rewritten a popr song by a Hong Kong Heavenly King into English while in the United States. The reworked version didn''t gain traction there, but the Heavenly King got wind of it and invited him to Hong Kong to perform at his concert.


    He wasn''t unwilling to visit his grandfather; it was just that he was so poor he couldn''t even afford a ne ticket.


    This opportunity to perform in Hong Kong was his chance to finally see his grandfather.


    But he was also unlucky; as soon as he arrived, he was quarantined.


    The concert in Hong Kong was crucial for Mike. If he missed it, his path to fame would be dyed indefinitely.


    So no matter the reason for the quarantine, he couldn''t ept it and had to leave.


    Looking at Little Lang, he had only one thought: to escape from under the watchful eyes of this Hua Country Special Forces soldier.


    In his mind, this wasn''t just about chasing fame but also about challenging his parents'' contempt and humiliating this seemingly proud Hua Country Special Forces soldier.


    Little Lang had no idea what his brother was thinking. Like his father, Yan Zhao, he was someone who loved to keep things tidy.


    Since he nned to stay for half a month, he had to clean up. He couldn''t stand being in such a dirty room for even a moment.


    Just then, the floor attendant was pushing a trash cart, cleaning the area. Little Lang borrowed a rag and mop, started cleaning from the table, then took off the bedsheets and pillowcases, recing them with new ones.


    He swept all the trash on the floor out, cleared it at the door, and handed it to the attendant. Then he took the old bedsheets and pillowcases into the bathroom, washed them clean, and hung them out on the balcony.


    Throughout the process, he didn''t say a word. After finishing, he looked at the tidy, clean, and refreshing room, sat down on the chair with his hands on his knees, and sat upright.


    He could sit like this for fifteen days.


    At that moment, Mike suddenly said, "I think I have a fever."


    Little Lang immediately stood up. "Do you need medicine? I''ll call the attendant to bring you some."


    "No, no, I need a thermometer. I threw it under the bed. Youe and get it." Mike said.


    Little Lang had no suspicion and walked over, bending down and reaching under the bed.


    "I don''t see it..." he said, just as he raised his head, a blinding white mist hit him. Instinctively, he grabbed the object. Mike didn''t fight back and grabbed his backpack, turned, and ran out, leaving a parting shot: "Seems like the Hua Country Special Forces aren''t that great after all."


    Yan Peiheng''s guards had already been withdrawn, so there would be no obstacles outside.


    Mike walked out, put Little Lang''s "Street Model" badge on his chest, and wore a mask.


    Now, he was a "Street Model," and even if he reached the main gate, there would be no obstacles.


    But after just a few steps, someone grabbed him from behind: "Brother, obey the orders and go back."


    Mike turned around and saw it was Little Lang, a bit surprised. His eyes were bloodshot, his brow furrowed, and he was still chasing him?


    The riot spray contained capsaicin, onion extract, and otherponents. Although it wasn''t a dangerous item, it could cause severe headaches, tears, and a burning sensation in the nose in a short period. The intense physiological pain was something normal people couldn''t withstand.


    Little Lang seemed to be in pain too, but he could still endure it and chase after him?


    Mike delivered a fierce elbow strike to Little Lang''s wrist and dashed toward the stairs.


    But Little Lang followed closely, grabbing the back of his shirt. Mike turned and delivered a hook punch to his brother''s jaw. Little Lang probably didn''t expect his brother to hit so hard, and with the riot spray affecting him, his head was pounding, and his vision was blurry, so he was inevitably slower.


    But he still grabbed Mike''s clothes.


    Enduring the constant flow of tears and the burning sensation in his nose, he stuck close to Mike, not letting him go.


    Mike had to leave. Missing this performance opportunity could mean he would never be famous and would live in obscurity forever.


    Or, deep down, he hated this 20-year-old boy who had always been held up by Yan Jun and Liu Xiuying as an example to humiliate him.


    Was being in the Hua Country Special Forces really that great?


    Did he know what kind of physical and mental strength it took to get into West Point?


    As a special forces soldier, not only must one have


    quick physical reactions, but cunning and strategy are also part of the skill set. Little Lang had been defeated by him multiple times, no matter what tactics he used. This only proved one thing: Little Lang''s abilities werecking!


    Little Lang was no match for him, let alone a real American soldier?


    So, the resentment built up over the years from being belittled by his parents, the disdain for Little Lang, and the desire for fame¡ªall these factorsbined¡ªled from an initial urge to escape, to fighting back in order to escape. Gradually, Mike began to truly beat up Little Lang.


    Little Lang was just clutching his clothes, but Mike turned around andnded a punch directly on Little Lang''s temple. Seeing Little Lang dodge, he suddenly jumped up, delivering a powerful elbow strike to Little Lang''s shoulder, forcing him to let go.


    Seeing an old man, Maliye, trembling as he walked and talked on the phone, Mike reached out and shoved him, wanting to push him aside to escape quickly.


    At this moment, Little Lang was still at the corner of the third-floor staircase, separated from Mike by a turn.


    Normally, after the pepper spray, punches, and elbow strikes, Little Lang should have been incapacitated.


    Mike and Maliye were only separated by one step, and Mike could easily shove Maliye aside. But just as he was about to touch Maliye''s shoulder, Little Lang grabbed the stair railing with one hand and leaped across,nding in an instant. Before Mike could react, a gust of wind swept by his ear¡ªit was Little Lang''s foot,nding a clean and decisive kick that sent Mike mming into the wall.


    Of course, Mike wasn''t about to back down. He swung his backpack, but Little Lang deflected it with a wave of his hand.


    With all his strength, Mike threw a punch aimed at Little Lang''s nose. If itnded, Little Lang''s nose would be broken, rendering him unable to fight. Mike also prepared a left hook, aiming for Little Lang''s temple. That blow could cause serious brain damage, possibly even brain stem hemorrhage.


    But Mike was wrong. Little Lang didn''t dodge. Instead, he faced the attack head-on. Grabbing Mike''s fist, he twisted it in a reverse lock, from fingers to arm, and then to the entire body. Little Lang gave this ruthless brother a lesson, showing him the true extent of the damage a Hua Country special forces soldier could inflict when they decided to fight back.


    Of course, the happiest person was Little Wang. He reached out to support Maliye, who was holding a phone and sobbing, representing the unity of the nation. Maliye was safely in his hands.


    Little Wang really wanted to shout: Yan Minng, you''re freaking awesome!


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 Chapter 164

    What ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????does it feel like to almost be beaten until your skin and flesh are separated by just one twist?


    Mike initially didn''t feel any pain, but when Little Lang choked him and hey motionless on the ground, the pain rapidly spread from the tips of his fingers to his entire arm, and then throughout his body. It was a pain akin to being skinned alive.


    Mike still wanted to struggle, but this time, Little Lang didn''t show any mercy. He pped Mike hard on the temple, knocking him unconscious, and then carried him back to the room.


    After cing Mike on the bed, Little Lang sat across from him and took out a copy of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" from his bosom (presumably his pocket or bag), and began to read.


    That''s how efficient Chinese special forces are.


    Normally, Uncle Maliye should have been allowed to leave since he came from the northwest and wasn''t subject to quarantine. Just a moment ago, the neighborhoodmittee received a notice from the police station that he could go.


    But changes alwayse faster than ns. Since the liberation, China has been at the forefront of the world in terms of prevention and treatment of infectious diseases. The capital, once mobilized, bes an incredibly united ce.


    Although the official stance on SARS hasn''t been formally announced yet, the actions taken by the streets, police stations, and neighborhoodmittees have been astonishingly swift.


    Just as the Maliye family was about to leave, news came from the airport that someone in the waiting hall they had been in had been discovered with unexined fever. As a result, they were all required to be quarantined on the spot, at the Bayi Hotel.


    So the Maliye family was quarantined again.


    Little Wang felt that Yan Xishan shouldn''te now. It was okay to acknowledge family ties, but not at this moment.


    After all, everyone was fleeing the capital, and yet he was heading there. That didn''t seem quite right.


    "How can that be? Yan Wangqi, do you know? My real father''s family is near the Yulong Kanan River. I''ve explored for coal there before. The coal quality isn''t great, but there arerge deposits of jade. You take care of my real father for me, and I''ll be there soon!" Yan Xishan shouted.


    "There''s a contagious disease in the capital, very serious, Uncle Yan..."


    "A contagious disease? Then I have even more reason to stay with my real father. I heard he has many sons, and it''s better to divide the family assets while he''s still alive. Yan Wangqi, you must protect my real father. You''re protecting my jade mines, understand?" Yan Xishan said, while shouting to his wife: "Chen Chunmei, book the tickets right away. I''m going to the capital to find my real father!"


    Little Wang hung up the phone, but Yan Xishan''s constant mention of "real father" still echoed in his ears.


    Since his professor title was stripped away, Yan Xishan had focused on the coal business for the past few years, traveling across the country in search of coal.


    He must have been to Kanan and wandered around near Uncle Maliye''s house.


    Maybe he had already set his sights on the jade mines near his father''s house?


    Was this him acknowledging his father, or his wealth?


    But regardless of whether he was acknowledging his father or his wealth, as long as he was willing to acknowledge the family, it proved one thing: Yan Xishan was a Buyi, not a Yan. That meant Yuanyuan had no blood rtion to him whatsoever.


    For so many years, Little Wang had always felt a sense of guilt.


    Blood ties were a taboo, and he was certain he liked Yan Shengnan.


    But he hadn''t even dared to mention it. The photo Chen Men gave him had strengthened Little Wang''s resolve, giving him the motivation to seek the truth. And today, he had finally confirmed this.


    Throughout the capital, people were desperately trying to flee, as if it were a great exodus.


    Every exit of the capital was tightly controlled by the public security, urban management, military, neighborhoodmittees, and all other organized forces. Temperature checks, questioning of travel history, and checkpoints were everywhere.


    Everyone''s faces were filled with panic, except for Yan Wangqi, who spread his arms wide, grinning, and ran home.


    Once home, he first told Chen Men about the situation with Uncle Maliye''s family and Yan Xishan. Seeing Chen Men just staring at him and smiling without saying anything, he knew his mother approved of the situation.


    So, his marriage to Yuanyuan would also be a natural progression, right?


    To show hismitment, he immediately began acting like a dutiful grandson at home.


    Recently, the neighborhoodmittee had been recruiting people to run errands, buying groceries and delivering meals to quarantined households. Little Wang actively signed up and became a ''neighborhood model,'' receiving praise for his efforts. At home, he cooked meals, and outside, he treated quarantined households with patience, never retaliating even if scolded.


    After two days, he had received so much praise that he earned two little red flowers.


    But the situation took a sharp turn the next day. Maliye''s nephew developed an unexined fever and was taken to the hospital. On the third day, a person living downstairs also developed a fever and was found to be infected with SARS.


    The severity of SARS symptoms was gradually being discovered.


    Its fatality rate wasn''t the most terrifying aspect; what was truly frightening was the unknown source of the virus and the incurable aftereffects.


    The transmission method at the Bayi Hotel suggested that it could be airborne.


    As a result, even those staying indoors had to wear masks. The entire building of the Bayi Hotel was in a state of panic, as everyone might have been infected or was waiting to be infected.


    The military, public security, neighborhoodmittees, and medical staff from 301 Hospital had the building surrounded.


    The Bayi Hotel had be a forbidden zone.


    But there were always those who moved against the tide. Today, a group of researchers from China''srgest vine factory were reportedly heading to the Bayi Hotel to conduct virus transmission tests and collect samples.


    In such situations, it was customary for medical staff to take the lead.


    Chen Men learned about this from a phone call with Yan Zhao. Yan Zhao was also going, as he had been in contact with Little Lang, and the situation inside the Bayi Hotel was reportedly quiteplex. Especially the Maliye family, with dozens of strong men, had different religions and beliefs, and their frustration at not being able to leave the country had built up a lot of resentment.


    There was a fear that if things weren''t handled carefully, they might cause trouble.


    There had been no precedent for police forcibly taking over a ce, and a forced takeover, especially in the current uncertain situation with the epidemic and international attention on the capital, could cause a stir internationally. Therefore, Yan Zhao led a team from the Ministry of Public Security to enter the Bayi Hotel personally to assess the situation with the Maliye family''s sons and grandsons.


    Chen Men hadn''t seen Yan Zhao for several days, and she knew how serious SARS was. Worried that his protection wasn''t sufficient, she grabbed her phone and, along with Little Wang, rushed to the hotel as soon as she heard they were about to arrive.


    The street entrance was already cordoned off, but as Yan Zhao''s group got out of the car, among the crowd of people wearing white protective suits, Chen Men immediately recognized her husband.


    "Yan Zhao," she called out.


    In such circumstances, the most important thing was the safety of the family.


    Even though the TV had repeatedly reminded them, she needed to see for herself if their protection was adequate. SARS, once contracted, even if cured, could leave endless aftereffects. Chen Men had described the severity of this many times to Yan Zhao, but she had to reiterate it again.


    Yan Zhao didn''t have time to talk to Chen Men much.


    Knowing she would be worried about Yuanyuan, and fearing that Chen Men wouldn''t hear him through the protective suit, he tossed a notebook from a distance. Little Wang jumped up to catch it, and inside, it read: Yuanyuan is at Zhongsheng Group, in the vine researchb. Don''t worry, she''s safe.


    Yuanyuan had only mentioned on the day she left that she had been invited to join a team led by her mentor.


    But if Yan Zhao hadn''t mentioned it, Chen Men would never have imagined that her daughter would be involved in this epidemic and would be working on vine development.


    Vine development was a closed-off process, so Yuanyuan should be quite safe for now.


    She finally felt a bit more at ease.


    In the blink of an eye, Yan Zhao and his team had entered the Bayi Hotel.


    Chen Men wanted to watch a bit longer, but Little Wang pulled her back: "Let''s go, Mom. Didn''t you hear? The virus can spread through the air. Let''s go home quickly."


    Though close in distance, Chen Men could see a dark figure through an open window, too far to make out clearly. But vaguely, she felt it might be Little Lang.


    In her previous life, Chen Men had heard a legend that young people were more likely to contract SARS and less likely to be cured.


    Now the Bayi Hotel had be a source of infection, and everyone inside would face the test of whether they would be infected. Was Little Lang safe? Would he be infected?


    She didn''t know if the shadow she saw was Little Lang, but Chen Men stood in the courtyard, waving through the iron gate. Even if she couldn''t help, the fact that mother and son could see each other was a form of support for the child.


    Inside the Bayi Hotel.


    What Chen Men had seen sh by was indeed Little Lang.


    He had been living in turmoil these past few days, and now he was in a life-and-death situation with his eldest brother, Mike.


    Among Uncle Yu''s three older brothers, John had a work visa at Union Hospital and would return to China to work after graduating with a master''s degree. Jim, on the other hand, was still in university, but together with John, they had tranted many modern Chinese novels. One of these, a science fiction novel titled "The Vige Teacher," had caused a significant stir in the United States upon its trantion.


    It was said that most American literary enthusiasts only began to realize that China not only had literature but also science fiction through this novel. Upon its publication, it was even named one of the top ten science fiction works of the year in the United States.


    The reviewer''sment was: "The ancient Eastern legends,bined with the author''s professional-level scientific theories, make ''The Vige Teacher'' a work that possesses a charm unmatched by Western literature."


    That was the result of John and Jim''s coboration.


    They were the ones who brought Eastern culture to the West, and they were Little Lang''s older brothers.


    So, Little Lang hade to his eldest brother, Mike, with a familial love, expecting Mike to be his life mentor and someone he could get along with very well.


    He had even fantasized about the two of them spending the next half month talking about everything under the sun, happily passing the time.


    But reality was cruel. The moment Mike pushed Maliye, he became Little Lang''s enemy. Not only did he use every tactic to escape, but he was also extremely restless, refusing to listen to any persuasion.


    Even when television and newspapers were reporting that this was a severe infectious disease, and two people within the Eight-One Hotel had already fallen ill, Mike still refused to wear a mask.


    What harm could a small mask do?


    But every time one was given to him, Mike would use it to wipe his nose and throw it away, saying, "This is my democracy and freedom."


    Little Lang wasn''t the type to back down. When Mike tried to escape, Little Lang would knock him down. When Mike tried to ambush him, Little Lang had the riot spray ready, giving him a dose and making sure his mask was secure.


    For several days, the two were confined to the same room, but even while sleeping, they both kept one eye open to guard against each other.


    Just a moment ago, Little Lang was standing by the window. He saw Chen Men inside the family courtyard''s iron gate. It had been a few days since he had seen his mother, and she must have been worried about him, as she kept waving in his direction.


    But in the instant Little Lang waved back, Mike, knowing he couldn''t beat him, didn''t choose to ambush him. Instead, he took advantage of Little Lang''s distraction and slipped out the door.


    The situation in other rooms was also dire.


    Two consecutive days had seen two confirmed cases, causing panic throughout the hotel.


    Although most people had epted the need for quarantine and were waiting for the results, Maliye''s eldest son and a few of his nephews were furious. They didn''t trust the television or newspapers and instead interpreted the situation as the country not wanting them to go abroad and disrespecting their beliefs.


    They were staying in the rooms opposite Little Lang. Although they couldn''t talk through the walls, everyone had a phone, and through it, rumors spread like wildfire. With the unclear situation outside, their resentment grew stronger.


    When lunch was delivered today, Maliye''s nephew Mati saw Little Lang picking up the food at the door. He suddenly opened the door and threw a big bag of garbage at Little Lang''s feet, cursing with a vulgar phrase that Little Lang could understand.


    Little Lang endured it and even voluntarily cleaned up the garbage.


    But he knew better than anyone that there were sparks of discontent in the hotel, and not just one. If no one ignited them, they might quietly die out. But if someone identally blew on them, even slightly, and those sparks turned into mes, the quarantined people would erupt.


    As part of the Army''s jurisdiction, the entire Army would be humiliated in front of the world.


    And just then, Mike had run out, shouting in English, "This is a lie!"


    Then, in Chinese, he yelled, "This is a lie; there''s no such thing as an infectious disease..."


    Little Lang couldn''t believe his eyes as he watched his blood-rted brother. This wasn''t just a spark; he was a bomb, a ticking time bomb.


    At that moment, the public security officers and various epidemic prevention units had just arrived on the floor.


    People only saw a shadow sh by, and the door mmed shut.


    With bloodshot eyes and having gone days without sleep, Mike was shoved back into the room by Little Lang. Little Lang clenched his fist and punched Mike in the temple. If that punch hadnded solidly, Mike would have suffered a brain hemorrhage.


    But the punch stopped just in time, and Little Lang pulled back his hand.


    However, one stone stirs up a thousand waves. When Little Lang spoke those words, everyone in the other rooms heard them.


    On this floor, there were thirteen rooms, all upied by Maliye''s sons and nephews.


    Just then, the biotechnologypany''s staff arrived to open the doors for inspection and sampling. Immediately, there were knocks on the doors, screams, and cries for help.


    Yan Zhao was chatting with the manager, gathering information.


    "Is Uncle Maliye alone?" he asked.


    The manager replied, "Originally, it should have been two people per bed, but Maliye''s sons and grandsons felt that staying with the old man would disturb his rest, so they gave him a separate room."


    Yan Zhao had been contacting various parties over the past few days, investigating Maliye''s family situation.


    Maliye was a hardworking, warm-hearted, and very kind man, but his eldest son liked to show off, his second son was rather radical, and one of his nephews was a tough guy who ran with the wrong crowd in Kana.


    Keeping Maliye''s family stable meant keeping the Eight-One Hotel stable.


    And as the head of the family, Maliye should, in theory, be able to stabilize hisrge family.


    But it seemed normal for young people to subconsciously not want to spend half a month with an old man.


    As they walked, Yan Zhao took out his phone, already having a n in mind.


    "Point out to me which room his eldest and second sons are in, and call them together," he said.


    The manager pointed to a room and said, "They''re together, in this room."


    Yan Zhao pushed the door open. He had expected to see two people, but instead, there were four.


    Normally, there should have been two people per room. Why were there four?


    This proved that these people hadn''t strictly followed the hotel''s rules and had been sneaking around, contacting each other when the protection personnel weren''t paying attention.


    As Yan Zhao entered, the four tall, burly men stood up simultaneously. The room was filled with a foul smell due to their long confinement.


    "Which one is Ati?" Yan Zhao asked.


    A middle-aged man stood up, raising his hand. This was Maliye''s eldest son, currently the president of the Kana Chamber of Commerce.


    "You, go and stay with Uncle Maliye," Yan Zhao said while dialing a phone number.


    By having the eldest son stay with Maliye, they werebining the family''s oldest and most authoritative member with the head of the family, which could help stabilize their emotions to some extent.


    But the eldest son quickly waved his hand, "No, I''ll stay here. It''s fine; we four are isting together, and it''s veryfortable. My father is used to living alone; if I go, he won''t sleep well."


    Was it because he was afraid his father wouldn''t sleep well, or did he just want to stay with his brothers and nephews?


    Yan Zhao''s eyes narrowed.


    The other three also chimed in, "My grandfather (my dad) is used to living alone."


    Yan Zhao stared at the four men for a long time before dialing a number and pressing the speakerphone button. Wearing a protective mask, he had to hold the phone close to the mask and asked loudly, "Is this Yan Xishan, General Manager of Xishan Company in Xiping City?"


    The other end echoed with a voice: "Yan Zhao, what kind of grandson are you pretending to be? Speak properly."


    "You''ve been begging us to give you a chance to personally serve your biological father, Maliye. Now I agree. Come to the Eight-One Hotel to quarantine with him for 12 days!"


    This statement left the four men stunned, and their faces showed extreme anger.


    If it weren''t for Uncle Maliye, their family would have already flown abroad. And why did Uncle Maliye dy their departure? It was because he suddenly discovered he had a forty-something-year-old illegitimate son.


    So, one of the reasons Maliye''s family was furious was this.


    When they heard that Yan Zhao actually wanted to bring the old man''s illegitimate son to the hotel, Maliye''s eldest son could still hold back, but his two nephews couldn''t. One of them stepped forward, pointing a finger, ready to argue with Yan Zhao.


    Yan Zhao didn¡¯t dodge or move; he just stared at the two young men and turned the phone toward them.


    From the phone came Yan Xishan''s ted voice: "Yan Zhao, you really are my dear brother! I''ming, my mine... oh, no, my dear dad! I''m on my way! What''s a little infectious disease? Even if I have to lie in a coffin, I''ll lie with my dear dad! Oh, how I miss him!"


    Everyone in the room was stunned at that moment, even Yan Zhao felt that Yan Xishan was perhaps a bit too loyal and loving toward his father.


    But Yan Xishan, at any time, valued money more than his life.


    Infectious disease?


    He wasn''t afraid.


    He had already arrived in the capital. If it weren''t for his father being quarantined, he would have already knelt before his father, who owned a vast jade mine without even knowing it.


    A few men in the room, taller, fatter, and stronger than Yan Zhao, didn''t want to separate. They still wanted to y tricks, and one even wanted to start a fight.


    But when he met Yan Zhao''s cold, piercing gaze through the transparent face shield, the kind that looked like the gaze of the King of Hell, he knew he was dealing with someone not to be trifled with. After just three seconds, he obediently passed by Yan Zhao and left.


    The other two slumped down on the bed.


    Yan Zhao put away the phone, gave a cold nce to the two men in the room, and turned to leave.


    Ati probably never expected that his father''s illegitimate son outside would be so enthusiastic, even risking his life toe to the hotel to apany his father during the quarantine.


    "Comrade," he raised his hand and chased after Yan Zhao, saying, "Let me go and stay with my father."


    Yan Zhao stopped, his gaze obscured behind the transparent face shield.


    What ethnic conflicts, what attempts to cause trouble, were nothing in the face of wealth.


    So, there was no need for the police to intervene. As long as Ati went to stay with his father, the Eight-One Hotel would be stable!


    ...


    Meanwhile, on the other side, Little Lang and Mike were still in a tense showdown.


    Mike had already figured out Little Lang; he knew that even if he was furious, he would always hold back, not harming his own life.


    His brother''s mercy emboldened Mike, allowing him to test the limits of the other''s restraint. With that knowledge, he felt no fear.


    Lying on the ground, Mike just happened to see his guitar standing in the corner of the wall. Suddenly, he reached out, grabbed the guitar, and tried to use it to smash Little Lang''s head for a decisive blow.


    But Little Lang seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. With a quick grab, he snatched the guitar and with a loud crack, it was about to shatter.


    The guitar, with a whoosh of wind, was aimed straight at Mike''s head.


    "You damn soldier,e on, smash it!" Mike roared.


    In the next room, there were two kids, quarantined with their parents. Recently, because they couldn''t go out, they had been crying a lot. The loud roar from Mike scared them again, and they started crying, sobbing non-stop.


    Mike continued to curse: "Yan Minng, you damn mule! All you know is being a soldier, all you know is killing! What do you know about art? What do you know about music? What do you know about freedom, democracy, and justice? Do you understand the meaning of pursuing music and performance? Do you know how much I yearn for the stage as a musician? You don''t! You''re a mule, you''re a cow! You can''t even appreciate music!"


    Little Lang grabbed the guitar, bent down to look at his brother, and after a long stare, suddenly stood up. He moved a stool to the door, sat down, adjusted the guitar strings, and in front of his brother, he started tuning the guitar?


    First, he tuned the strings, then yed a prelude, and then Little Lang began to y. However, he yed a phrase, then stopped.


    He yed another phrase, then stopped again, listening carefully to the next room.


    Gradually, the crying of the children in the next room stopped.


    Then, Little Lang started ying again, very slowly, ying a note, then listening, and faintly, the children in the next room began to sing along with his tune: "If I had a magic wand, to grow big, grow small, grow beautiful, and have a home full ofics, chocte, and toys..."


    Lying on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, Mike stared like a dying rabbit.


    He saw Little Lang''s lips curl into a smile as he continued to y, and in the next room, the children continued to sing: "If I had a robotic cat, I''d call him Ding Dong. With the Bamboo Copter and the Time Tunnel, I could go anywhere."


    What was this? The tenderness of a tough special forces soldier?

 Chapter 165

    <h1>Chapter 165</h1>


    Just as this moment, someone knocked on the door, and Little Lang opened it.0


    Of course, it was Yan Zhao.0


    These days, they had been keeping in touch through phone calls. From those calls, Little Lang had reported to Yan Zhao all about Mike''s restlessness and his constant desire to escape.0


    There is an old Chinese saying, "Unity is strength," and another, "When people are of one heart, mountains can be moved."0


    Mike, like Little Lang, was the son of a high-ranking official. He was raised by his grandfather since childhood. If hecked awareness, that would be understandable, but his restlessness was uneptable. Yan Zhao had toe and take a look.0


    His gaze swept across the room, stopping on his son''s nose. Then, he looked at Mike, who was lying behind Little Lang, and a sh of anger crossed his eyes. Yan Zhao was a man who fiercely protected his own, especially his two sons, though he rarely showed it openly.0


    Little Lang''s nose, not covered by the mask, had a spreading bruise. Yan Zhao had been to the battlefield and could instantly recognize such injuries¡ªthey were the result of powerful punches. If the force had been a bit stronger, Little Lang''s nose could have been broken.0


    In contrast, Mike, though his eyes were bloodshot and his face swollen, had no bruises on his exposed skin. This proved that Little Lang had been holding back when dealing with him.0


    As soon as Mike saw someone enter, and judging by the tall stature and confident stride, he immediately jumped up, recognizing a high-ranking official. "Sir, I want to file aint against the Chinese special forces soldier Yan Minng. He has been subjecting me to inhumane abuse these days. Once I''m out, I will make sure everyone knows about the inhumane treatment I''ve endured."0


    "Then go ahead," Yan Zhao replied.0


    Mike was taken aback by the man''s firmness. He quickly added, "There''s no freedom, no democracy here, only illegal detention. This is a form of persecution, a persecution by you native Chinese against overseas Chinese!"0


    With the usation of persecution raised, he dared Yan Zhao to be afraid.0


    "Illegal detention? Your grandfather and uncle wanted to teach you a lesson. How is that illegal detention?" Yan Zhao retorted.0


    Mike found the voice familiar.0


    He had met Yan Zhao when he was a child in Qinghai, where Yan Zhao was serving in the army. Back then, Mike was the only grandson, much-loved. Yan Zhao had even carried him on his shoulders to pick stones by the river and buy biscuits at the supply store.0


    Mike missed his grandfather and uncle deeply. His depression stemmed from the contrast between his life in the blue skies and white clouds of Qinghai and the cramped living conditions in the United States.0


    Lack of materialforts in an environment where everyone was equal didn''t matter to a child, as their happiness was unrted to possessions. The affluent Americacked the equality and the happiness under that equality that Mike longed for.0


    As the eldest, the anxiety and uncertainty Yan Jun and Liu Xiuying felt in a foreignnd, along with the humiliation and frustration they endured outside, would be vented on him once they returned home.0


    "It''s all for you that we''re so tired."0


    "You''re not making us proud. You''re truly a waste!" This was Liu Xiuying''s constant refrain.0


    Now that his two younger brothers were sessful, with schrships and the money Chen Men provided annually, they could escape the family and their parents''ints. Mike, however, was trapped by financial difficulties and couldn''t break free. His desperate desire to be famous, to have money, and to move out of the house was the driving force behind his frantic attempts to escape.0


    The concert in Hong Kong was his key to fame, the culmination of eight years of waiting. How could he not be anxious?0


    "Uncle, I''m Yan Lu. The concert is tonight. Please let me go, okay? When I was a child, you told me why I was named Yan Lu¡ªbecause I was to inherit your ideals and walk the path of ideals. Rock is my path of ideals." Mike changed his tactic, ying the emotional card.0


    Mike''s Chinese name was indeed Yan Lu.0


    Realizing that the person who hade was Yan Zhao, he stopped his antics and tried to appeal to their shared past.0


    But this time, his n backfired. Who could be more unyielding than Yan Zhao?0


    He looked at Little Lang and said, "Watch Mike, but first, protect yourself. If he dares to hit you, fight back fiercely. In the face of the virus, there are no rtives, only orders to follow..."0


    "Yes," Little Lang saluted his father.0


    "Uncle, please, Uncle, please..." Mike kept calling, but Yan Zhao mmed the door shut.0


    Now, it was just the two of them again.0


    Mike couldn''t leave, and the concert was tonight. His dream of stardom, his dream of rock, was all over.0


    And all of this was thanks to Yan Minng, this stern, dull, yet ferocious little bastard.0


    Mike was deted, full of resentment. He pointed at Little Lang''s nose and said, "Yan Minng, is it such a big deal to know how to y a children''s song? You have no idea what you''re doing. You''ve ruined my path to fame. I was supposed to be the Eastern Michael Jackson, the Eastern Freddie Mercury, and you and your father have destroyed my future, destroyed the future of a rock superstar."0


    Seeing that Little Lang remained silent, Mike spread his hands. "Oh, right, you probably don''t even know who Michael Jackson and Freddie Mercury are." Then, he raised his middle finger and shouted at Little Lang, "Fuck you!"0


    Little Lang coldly stared at Mike, then suddenly started ying again. The tune was familiar to Mike, but he couldn''t ce it.0


    Little Lang continued to watch his brother y and said, "My sister has been ying the piano since she was young, so I have some musical sense. Brother Jim taught me a bit of violin when we were in Yangguan Vige, but I didn''t feel anything for that instrument..." He yed a bit more and continued, "When I was in the army in Tibet, I fell in love with the guitar. When I missed home, missed my mom, I would y the guitar. To me, music has nothing to do with fame. When my sister yed the piano, she just wanted to perform and express her love for the instrument. When Brother Jim yed, he just wanted to find someone who would listen to him. They didn''t think about bing superstars, but they loved music!"0


    After nearly a week together, this was the first time Little Lang had spoken so much.0


    A Chinese soldier, and he actually understood music, understood art, loved music?0


    Mike found itughable.0


    And then Little Lang began to sing: "The sun in the west is about to set happily, the Weishan Lake is quiet and still, I pluck my beloved lute, singing those moving songs..."0


    Next door, a female colleague who had been bored for days, tapped on the wall and said, "Sing some more, don''t stop."0


    Little Lang finished the entire song, "Plucking My Beloved Lute," in his deep, maic voice, right in front of the stunned Mike.0


    But Mike, of course, wouldn''t be convinced. He sneered, "Learned that in the Chinese army, huh? Red songs? What a country bumpkin." Learning some red songs in the army and singing them was nothing special.0


    Once, Mike had wanted to return to China.0


    The English song he covered was called "Descendants of the Dragon."0


    As a Chinese person, he despised some aspects of China but also longed to return to thend. His feelings for China wereplex, a mix of love and hate.0


    At this moment, all he wanted to do was curse Little Lang: What a country bumpkin.0


    Not for any other reason, but because this brother had destroyed his dream of stardom.0


    Of course, he had never really considered Little Lang his brother, and now, even less so. He was being unreasonable, bitter, and vicious, trying to me his years of unfulfilled ambitions on Little Lang and attack him mercilessly.0


    This quiet, well-organized, clean country bumpkin picked up his guitar and started ying again.0


    This time, the tune was very familiar to Mike. As Little Lang sang, Mike waspletely stunned.0


    "I''ve paid my dues, time after time, I''ve done my sentence..."0


    It was Queen''s most famous song, "We Are the Champions."0


    Though his English pronunciation wasn''t perfect, the melody was right on. Little Lang, Yan Minng, could actually sing an English song.0


    A Chinese soldier, where did he learn such an iconic Western pop song?0


    Watching him with his longshes casting shadows on his eyes, his rough, dark hands strumming the strings, he seemed truly immersed in the music, truly understanding it. How could Mike believe it?0


    What made Mike even more disheartened was that, when it came to ying the guitar, Little Lang could do it, and when it came to singing, Little Lang could do that too.0


    From the perspective of a professional singer, Little Lang''s voice was rich and enduring, with a sound quality that was incredibly pure. His vocal range was no less impressive than Mike''s.0


    For a person, what could be a greater blow than what Mike was experiencing right now?0


    He had always believed that hisck of sess was due to racial discrimination, bad timing, and being Asian, which had subjected him to unfair treatment. He saw the concert in Hong Kong as an opportunity and was confident he could make a name for himself. Professionally, he had always considered himself to be quite talented.0


    But at this moment, Little Lang, with his ''hobby,'' had utterly silenced this irritable, vain, and restless big brother.0


    As soon as Little Lang finished singing, not only did the people on the left start pping against the wall, but someone on the right opened a window and shouted, "Young man, can youe over and sing ''The Girl from Daban City''?"0


    Little Lang paused his guitar for a moment, then started ying ''The Grapes of Turpan Are Ripe.''0


    This was a bright and cheerful song. He stood up, walked to the window, and as soon as he started ying, people on the left and right joined in singing, and even people from afar shouted, "This must be a singer or a star; he ys so beautifully."0


    Gradually, the entire floor was captivated by Little Lang''s guitar, and for a while, everyone was singing.0


    It wasn''t until lunchtime that everyone stopped.0


    Poor Mike, who had always been so arrogant,y on the bed after a long silence, covered himself with the nket, and quietly fell asleep.0


    China was still China, Mike''s homnd, but at this moment, Mike realized that after twenty years away, it had changed not only in infrastructure and economic growth but also in the transformation of an entire generation.0


    The post-80s generation in this country watched Japanese anime, listened to Western pop music, and were equally cultured and open-minded as their American peers. Yet, they still retained the virtues of their elders, like Little Lang, who, despite knowing so much, always wore a humble smile.0


    From that day on, Mike waspletely humbled. This humility was the result of Little Lang stripping him of all his confidence.0


    On this day, he realized that at least one thing Yan Jun had said was true: he was a waste, aplete waste.0


    He, who was eight years older than Little Lang, had been utterly defeated by his younger brother.0


    Finally, some good news arrived.0


    After expert evaluation, everyone at the Bayi Hotel received new treatment ns. Those who had been in close contact with patients were sent to specialized hospitals for istion, while those who had been in close proximity were sent to other hospitals.0


    As for Little Lang, Mike, and others who had not had direct contact with patients, they would be released and allowed to return home after being quarantined for half a month without any new symptoms.0


    For Little Lang, this was great news. Finally, he could go home and be with his mother.0


    As for Mike, he didn''t care anymore. He waspletely dejected, eating when food was given, drinking when water was offered, sitting motionless on the bed like a fool.0


    Meanwhile, on Chen Men''s side.0


    She was somewhat familiar with her ex-husband, Yan Xishan.0


    But his thick-skinned and cunning nature, along with his fearless spirit, left Chen Men in awe.0


    Chen Men had been in the capital for a long time and knew many people from the neighborhood office. Yan Zhao, on the other hand, would certainly not allow Yan Xishan to enter and risk his life. Yan Xishan, wanting to see his biological father but unable to get in, came to Chen Men and asked if she could help him get inside. When Chen Men refused, he had an idea and said he wanted to send some things to his father.0


    This ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????was easier. The hotel had a designated person to receive items from the outside.0


    Yan Xishan brought some ginseng and deer antler, some tonic herbs, from his hometown and sent them to his father.0


    At this point, Chen Men thought that Yan Xishan was trying topete for his father''s favor with his other brothers, possibly to gain control of the old man''s jade mine. She couldn''t help but worry that his antics might cause disputes within the Maliye family. For this reason, she even called Yan Zhao and asked him to keep an eye on Yan Xishan.0


    Of course, Yan Zhao also called Yan Xishan and sternly ordered him to stop causing trouble and to find a ce to hide quietly.0


    "Yan Zhao, why don''t you trust me? Let''s make a bet. I guarantee I won''t cause any trouble, and I promise that after the quarantine ends, all my brothers will treat me like their real brother!" Yan Xishan said triumphantly before hanging up the phone.0


    The next day, he sent some more things inside, this time specially bought yak jerky.0


    He said that his older brother particrly liked yak jerky.0


    On the third day, he sent some oil cakes, and on the fourth day, some oil tea.0


    Day after day, except for the valuable medicinal herbs sent to Maliye, the other items cost no more than a hundred dors. But in the context of a thousand miles and a light gift, the thought counts. The gifts themselves weren''t much, buting from a brother they had never met, their value was significant.0


    Moreover, receiving these gifts during a time of virus outbreak and quarantine added even more meaning to them.0


    Time flew by, and soon, the first batch of quarantined people at the Bayi Hotel could finally leave.0


    Chen Men had anticipated that with Yan Xishan''s reunion with his family, there would be a drama ofpetition for favor and intense conflicts, especially since Yan Xishan was the son born when Maliye was eighteen and would naturally be the eldest brother. The original eldest brother might not be pleased about this.0


    But in reality, Ati, the eldest brother, voluntarily stepped down to second ce, and on the day they left quarantine, he directly called Yan Xishan "elder brother."0


    The other brothers also took an immediate liking to Yan Xishan. A group of burly men enthusiastically hugged Yan Xishan, patting him so hard that the skinny man almost got knocked out on the spot.0


    Chen Men''s worries were in vain. The family of more than thirty people was happily united, closer than real siblings.0


    They joyfully boarded a bus to return to Kana.0


    Yan Xishan was also going.0


    He was doing so under the guise of investing in Kana''s cotton industry.0n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    In the eyes of his brothers, he was a big tycoon, a coal magnate, and now a major investor in their cotton industry. Who wouldn''t love him?0


    But his true intentions were only known to Chen Men: "Chen Men, coal mining is my main business, and I won''t abandon it. But I must also take over Kana''s jade. My father and brothers are all fools. I''ll just invest a little in the cotton fields, and they''ll hand over the jade mine to me. Once I mine all the jade, they won''t notice anything. This trip, I''m going to make a fortune. Chen Men, jade is worth much more than coal. Think about transferring Yuanyuan''s household registration to me!"0


    As for the household registration, Chen Men had always wanted to transfer it, but she hadn''t been able to convince Yuanyuan.0


    She watched as Yan Xishan was surrounded by his brothers and nephews and left.0


    In the blink of an eye, Little Lang and Mike also came out.0


    Today, Yan Peiheng and Yan Zhao were there, of course, to wee Mike.0


    Although Mike had been troublesome during the initial days of quarantine, he had suddenly be well-behaved after a few days. Yan Zhao was pleased, and so was Yan Peiheng. Since Mike had always loved pastries from Daoxiangcun as a child, Yan Peiheng had stood in a long line to buy some of his favorite treats, like crystal shrimp cakes, mung bean cakes, and l¨¶ d¨£ g¨³n, waiting at the door.0


    After all, Mike was his eldest grandson, and Yan Peiheng loved him more than the younger ones. He was now talking to Yan Zhao: "Our Yan Lu is a good child. It''s just that your older brother and his wife used American education methods, which spoiled the child. Look, after spending half a month with Little Lang, he''s been well-behaved."0


    Yan Zhao nodded: "Yes." Having not caused trouble for nearly ten days, Yan Zhao also thought Mike had learned to behave.0


    "Here theye, Mike... what''s wrong with him?" Yan Peiheng suddenly eximed.0


    Yan Zhao followed his father''s gaze and saw a man with swollen face, unshaven, his hair greasy and matted, walking towards them.0


    By his side was the fresh and energetic Little Lang.0


    This is Mike, but when he arrived, he had a big wave of shoulder-length hair, a jacket, jeans, and he looked so spirited. But now, what has happened to him?0


    Mike strode over, reaching out to hug Yan Peiheng, holding him tightly and patting him on the back. He buried his head deep into his grandfather''s shoulder, taking a deep breath, yet remained silent and turned to leave.0


    "Yan Lu, where are you going?" Yan Zhao asked sharply.0


    "To Hong Kong," Mike replied without looking back.0


    "Your grandfather has been waiting for you for so long, and he even brought you some pastries. Can''t you go home and spend a few days with him?" Yan Zhao asked again.0


    Mike walked a few steps forward, suddenly turned back, a few greasy strands of hair flicking across his forehead. But after looking at Yan Peiheng and Little Lang, he still resolutely turned and left.0


    In fact, he had been doing rock music for a full ten years, and this was the only time he had ever received a performance fee.0


    He took a flight to visit his grandfather because he missed his grandfather, his home, and his homnd.0


    But it''s hard to say whether he was just unlucky or had bad luck. As a child, he suffered in Qinghai, and after going abroad, he was scolded the most by his parents. Finally, after breaking free from the shackles of fate and doing what he loved, he was still outshone by his brother''s amateur hobby.0


    So, Mike came with thoughts of his grandfather and his homnd.0


    But now, that longing has turned into resentment. In his eyes, Yan Peiheng and Yan Zhao are the enemies who cut off his path to fame, and Yan Minng, that twenty-year-old boy, Mike never wants to see again in his life.0


    He now desires nothing more than to leave China, to get as far away from it as possible, and never return.0


    Because he feels that the whole world is against him.0


    But in the eyes of Yan Zhao and Yan Peiheng, isn''t this just a case of a child who cannot be taught?0


    Yan Peiheng felt a pain in his chest but still handed the pastry bag to Little Lang, instructing him, "Go and catch up with your elder brother, let him take the pastries for the road, and also, there are masks inside, make sure he wears them!"0


    Mike had already left the alley, standing by the roadside trying to hail a taxi. Unable to find one, he went to the bus stop to check the bus routes. If someone else had offered him the pastries and masks, he might have taken them, but since it was Little Lang who brought them, he didn''t even look at them and threw them into the trash can.0


    Then he boarded the bus and left without looking back.0


    Due to the viral outbreak, the military had gone into full lockdown.0


    Those who were out couldn''t return, and those inside couldn''te out.0


    So this year, it was the longest holiday Little Lang had had since leaving home at the age of 15.0


    He diligently practiced shooting and fitness training every day, never cking off.0


    And whenever he was done, he would take care of the housework. Not only was he good at cleaning, but he was also particrly skilled in cooking, especially hismb dishes, which were exceptionally delicious.0


    Since everyone was staying at home, many kids had started to look chubbier, with round cheeks and little pot bellies, but Little Lang still maintained his lean, muscr physique. After a period of staying indoors, his skin had turned pale, and with his cute baby facebined with his muscr build, he was simply too adorable.0


    A whileter, Yuanyuan, who had been interning at Zhongsheng Company, also returned. It was said that it was because the vine trials were still under review and needed to wait. However, the benefit for Yuanyuan was that she and a few other students who reported on time had all signed jobs at Zhongsheng Company.0


    Even for a Tsinghua graduate, getting a job at Zhongsheng Company was rare. The opportunities, whether in terms of treatment or the scope of what they could be exposed to, were things that the Bayi Dairy Company couldn''t offer Yuanyuan.0


    In her previous life, Yuanyuan had stumbled through life, experiencing all the hardships of the world, but this life was nothing short of lucky, with such a good job.0


    As soon as she returned, Little Lang had apanion. Every day, when Little Lang went to practice shooting, Yuanyuan helped him carry his water bottle.0


    When he wanted to cook, Yuanyuan helped him with the preparations. The two kids always had endless topics to chat about.0


    One day, after waking up and going downstairs, Chen Men heard Yuanyuan asking Little Lang, "Come on, tell me, have you ever had a girlfriend? If you tell me your secret, I''ll tell you mine."0


    Little Lang was only twenty, and since he was always in the military, how could he have had a girlfriend?0


    Chen Men felt a bit puzzled but also curious, wanting to hear what these kids would talk about when it came to love. Moreover, Little Wang had always seemed to be the one pursuing Yuanyuan, but Chen Men didn''t know what Yuanyuan''s attitude was towards love. So, she decided to listen in and see what kind of little secrets these kids would share.0


    So she tiptoed back.0


    At the same time, because his eldest grandson had left


    without even having a meal with him, and because he couldn''t figure out what the child was thinking or why he was so dejected, Yan Peiheng, who had been pondering this, received a phone call from Mike in Hong Kong.0


    "Grandpa, I have a fever! Grandpa, what should I do?"0


    Mike, who had managed to avoid the virus at the Bayi Hotel due to Little Lang''s good protection, was now in Hong Kong, suspected of being infected!

 Chapter 166

    <h1>Chapter 166</h1>


    First, let''s talk about Mike. Fate seems to be ying a cruel joke on him.


    He has great physical attributes, is handsome, has a fit body, and being a Chinese American, this identity adds a certain aura to him. After arriving in Hong Kong, the superstar''s agent also heard that he had a red background, and since the superstar also wanted to improve rtions with the Communist Party, he arranged for Mike to perform at a bar.


    Hong Kong, having been a British territory, has residents with a generally high level of English education. Mike''s trantions of popr songs like "Descendants of the Dragon," "The Great Wall Never Falls," and "Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies" were well-known and loved by the public. Performing these songs in English added a unique vor.


    That night, he received an enthusiastic response.


    After several performances, the agent noticed his growing poprity and decided to arrange for him to release an album. He also assisted him in connecting with a group of superstars to perform together at the May concert at the Hong Kong Coliseum.


    But ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????just at this critical moment, Mike fell ill with a fever, and it persisted for several days without showing any signs of subsiding.


    Given the strict regtions in Maind China regarding such matters, Mike immediately reported the situation to the agencypany and wanted to iste himself and observe for a while. However, the agent told him not to worry, that he too was feverish, and that they should just keep it quiet and tough it out.


    Compared to making money and bing famous, a minor infectious disease was nothing.


    Mike was half-convinced, but for the sake of fame, he followed the agent''s advice and kept the matter under wraps.


    Over the next few days, he participated in several small concerts, and the response became increasingly enthusiastic with each performance. Hepletely forgot about the SARS outbreak.


    If things had continued like this and he had safely passed through, it would have been fine. But suddenly one day, the agent fainted backstage and was taken to the hospital, where he died two dayster. The hospital diagnosed the cause of death as SARS.


    By this time, Mike had been feverish for four days, his voice was hoarse, and he was feeling cold and shivering. These symptoms, which Little Lang had mentioned to him many times before, he had always ignored. But now, from these symptoms, he could tell that he probably had SARS.


    What was even more ironic was that Mike wanted to develop his career in Hong Kong but didn''t trust the public healthcare and sanitary conditions there. After all, he had always been in the United States, and post-handover Hong Kong didn''t fare well in the media reports from the West.


    At this life-and-death moment, Mike even forgot how much he disliked Little Lang. Now, recalling Little Lang''s meticulous habits¡ªalways disinfecting before opening the door, wearing a mask whenever he came into contact with the outside world¡ªseemed like virtues.


    When the agent was already dead, did fame still matter?


    The fear of death drove him to immediately dial Yan Peiheng''s number: "Grandpa, I have SARS. I want to go home, I want to go back to Beijing. Tell Yan Minng toe and get me right away."


    When it came to the response to viruses and protective measures, was there any ce better than the capital?


    While making the call, Mike, with a backpack, was already hailing a taxi and heading to the airport, preparing toe to the capital.


    Yan Peiheng received the call during a small meeting with leaders. The old man''s phone was always set to a very loud volume, and he was currently the top leader.


    The capital was in such a severe situation with the virus, with hospitals, public security, the army, and various systems all overwhelmed and working at full capacity.


    And now, Yan Peiheng''s eldest grandson wanted to bring the virus to the capital?


    Everyone present fell silent, looking at Yan Peiheng.


    "Yan Lu, you are not allowed toe to the capital. Immediately go to the nearest public hospital!" Yan Peiheng said sternly. "Since you are carrying the virus, you are an infection source. You cannot run around and spread the virus anymore."


    "But Grandpa, I heard that Hong Kong has been doing very poorly since the handover. My agent is already dead, and if I stay in Hong Kong, I will die too!" Mike was almost in tears. "Grandpa, I beg you, hurry up and send Yan Minng to pick me up."


    After all, his career had just started to take off. If he hadn''t stood on stage or received the apuse of the audience, death wouldn''t have mattered. But once you''ve stood on stage, experienced the apuse, felt the joy of using music to move and infect the audience, you can''t bear to die.


    When a person can''t bear to die, all they think about is finding the safest ce to save their own life.


    In his mind, since Grandpa had shown so much concern for him at the Bayi Hotel, even sending his proudest special forces grandson to apany him, it meant that Grandpa must care about him and would definitely agree to his request.


    "Please, Grandpa, hurry up and send Yan Minng to pick me up." He repeated insistently.


    But Yan Peiheng sternly said, "The country is practicing ''one country, two systems,'' and Hong Kong has its own elected governor, who is very capable and doing a great job. You must immediately go to the public hospital for treatment. Do not run around anymore. Otherwise, I will notify the PLA Garrison in Hong Kong and have you arrested on charges of spreading the virus. Do you understand?"


    After saying that, he hung up the phone with a "beep."


    "Grandpa? Grandpa!" Mike thought he had heard wrong and shouted into the phone.


    He hurriedly dialed again, but the line was busy. When he called again, his phone was turned off.


    "Grandpa!" In the crowded street, Mike let out a heart-wrenching, sharp cry.


    Now, back in the capital, whether Grandpa was just putting on a formal tone in front of everyone or genuinely had confidence in Hong Kong''s epidemic prevention measures,


    After hanging up the phone, in front of everyone, he took out his phone book and called the leader of the PLA Garrison in Hong Kong, providing them with Mike''s phone number and identity information.


    He informed them that if Mike did not report to the hospital and still attempted toe to the capital, he should be arrested on the spot and taken to the hospital.


    Absolutely no moving infection source should be allowed to travel all the way from Hong Kong to the capital.


    After being coldly rejected by his grandfather and having the phone hung up,


    Mike, with a mindset of "since even the grandfather who loved me the most doesn''t value me because I haven''t seeded, why should I value myself," decided to go to the Hong Kong public hospital and report himself for treatment.


    Now, let''s talk about Chen Men.


    Could Little Lang be in a rtionship? Chen Men thought it was impossible. He had always been in the army and had no chance to meet girls. Moreover, he was only 20 years old, with a baby face, and which girl would look at him?


    And just at this moment, Yuanyuan asked again, "Come on, tell me. Don''t think I haven''t noticed that every time you go shopping, you stand outside Grandpa Wang''s window for a long time. Tell me, are you dating Wang Hongxia?"


    In the courtyard, there was a retired divisionmander surnamed Wang, who was about the same age as Yan Peiheng. His granddaughter was named Wang Hongxia, 20 years old, a chubby, plump little girl.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Before hearing that Little Lang was in a rtionship, Chen Men''s requirement for him was that as long as he was dating a girl, she wouldn''t care what she looked like.


    Of course, if he wanted to date a boy, as long as he dared, she wouldn''t object either.


    But who should it be, not Wang Hongxia.


    The girl was not bad, chubby and cute, working as a stock clerk in a supermarket, honest and decent. But the girl was particrly fond of taking diet pills, often consuming some random diet pills advertised on TV.


    Although this wasn''t a big deal, Chen Men was very concerned about the girl''s health.


    Because in her previous life, Yuanyuan had taken diet pills to the point of fainting and had even lost her menstruation for a period.


    Her heart skipped a beat, thinking that Little Lang was still so young, and if he liked a girl in the same courtyard, given that they were all colleagues, it was likely that Commander Wang and Yan Peiheng would be willing to mediate.


    But she had already been heartbroken enough watching Yuanyuan struggle with dieting in her previous life and didn''t want to see another girl struggle with dieting under the same roof. What should she do?


    Just as Chen Men''s heart skipped a beat, she heard Little Lang divert the topic from his "girlfriend" and instead ask Yuanyuan about another matter: "Even if it is, there is indeed someone near Commander Wang''s house that I''m interested in. But sister,st summer when I was on a business trip in Xiping City, why were you and our brother so busy that you only had time for a quick meal and then left?"


    Chen Men carefully recalled and realized thatst summer vacation, Little Wang and Yuanyuan had gone to Xiping City. At that time, Little Lang had a business trip to Xiping City as well, and the two of them said they were going to meet up with Little Lang and have a good time together for several days.


    So, these two mischievous kids only had one meal with Little Lang in Xiping City before they ran off?


    Chen Men decided she needed to hear more about this.


    "We went to climb Mount Hua," Yuanyuan said.


    Little Lang then said, "Why didn''t you call me to go with you? I don''t get to travel much, and I really wanted to spend more time with you guys."


    Yuanyuan was washing clothes at the time. After rinsing them clean, she wrung them out and handed them to Little Lang, saying, "You''re usually so tired from training. We wanted you to rest more at home. We were afraid you''d get too tired."


    After hanging up the clothes, Little Lang squatted in front of Yuanyuan, his face serious. "Sis, I''m not tired at all. Really, I''m not. You and Brother don''t need to worry about me. Next time you want to go somewhere, make sure to take me along."


    This naive kid. The three siblings finally had a chance to get together, and yet he was tricked by the other two.


    The two of them secretly went to climb Mount Hua, leaving him behind, all because his presence was like a big lightbulb. Yet he actually believed they were being considerate and worried about his fatigue.


    Chen Men rolled her eyes a hundred times in her mind for Little Wang and Yuanyuan, these two little troublemakers.


    Yuanyuan probably felt a bit guilty too. She gently flicked Little Lang''s forehead and raised her hand, saying, "I promise you, next time we go somewhere with Brother, we''ll definitely take you along."


    This simple-minded kid believed her and nodded, "Okay."


    Little Lang suddenly added, "Oh, by the way, Sis, that day when you left the house, I saw you and Brother holding hands..."


    "Yan Minng!" Yuanyuan shouted, jumping up to cover Little Lang''s mouth but identally knocking over the washing basin, spilling water all over the floor. The girl was flustered: "Don''t say anything."


    "It''s okay, Sis. When we go out, we often hold hands too," Little Lang said with a confident look. "I think you and Brother are getting along much better than when we were kids."


    Yuanyuan was 22 this year and about to graduate from university.


    She and Little Wang hadn''t originally considered dating, but Little Wang had a way of dominating everything.


    First, he secretly showed Yuanyuan a photo of Yan Xishan''s father. Then, he frequently reported to her about his progress in finding Yan Xishan''s father.


    Next, he would talk to her about how great it would be if they got married, how he wouldn''t need to marry someone else, she wouldn''t have to marry out, and their parents would be happy.


    The boy had a bold personality, and since Little Wang had been traveling since he was young,st summer vacation in Xiping City, when they decided to climb Mount Hua, he suddenly took Yuanyuan''s hand. Although he didn''t explicitly say it, the implication was clear to Yuanyuan.


    At first, Yuanyuan resisted, but she couldn''t break free, and eventually, she acquiesced.


    But even if her biological father, Yan Xishan, had another father, and even if there was no blood rtionship between them, and even though Chen Men had mentioned transferring her household registration to Yan Xishan''s side,


    After all, they had been brother and sister for so many years. Little Wang didn''t even dare to mention this to his father.


    Yuanyuan was even more timid and didn''t want anyone to know about it.


    And Little Lang, with his naive demeanor, if he were to blurt it out and their parents found out, how embarrassed would Yuanyuan be?


    So, pointing at Little Lang''s nose, she whispered, "Yan Minng, you have to promise me one thing. You can''t tell Dad or Mom about me and Brother holding hands, understand?"


    Little Lang nced toward the stairs.


    This nce made Chen Men feel that this rascal had probably noticed her eavesdropping.


    Little Lang turned back and then, seriously asked a question that left Yuanyuan speechless and even startled Chen Men, who almost fell off the stairs.


    "Sis, you don''t want to tell Mom and Dad because you think you and Brother are dating, right?" he asked.


    Yuanyuan was stunned and didn''t speak.


    Little Lang fetched a mop from the bathroom to clean up the water on the floor and added, "But Sis, dating is also called courting. Normally, a guy should pursue a girl. Has Brother ever pursued you? Is he just thinking about marrying you, or does he want to date you?"


    Chen Men, eavesdropping from the corner, almost eximed out loud.


    She suddenly realized that even she wasn''t as clear-sighted as Little Lang.


    She hoped Yuanyuan and Little Wang would be together, as the two kids knew each other well and were both good kids.


    Yuanyuan probably thought the same way. After all, although Little Wang hadn''t shown much, he had always wanted to marry Yuanyuan since he was young. Yuanyuan was his sister, but also the first person who gave him a sense of security after being abandoned by his birth mother. For many years, she had taken care of him with unwavering devotion.


    But this kind of reliance had nothing to do with love.


    And Yuanyuan herself hadn''t realized this.


    Marriage wasn''t about finding a mother or a nanny. In her previous life, Yuanyuan might have dated Little Wang, but in this life, if she hadn''t even realized it and jumped straight into a family without dating, would she regret itter?


    Chen Men''s generation had arranged marriages and hadn''t experienced dating.


    Was her daughter going to follow in her footsteps?


    At this moment, Chen Men suddenly realized that Little Lang wasn''t naive or stupid. This fair-skinned, hardworking, and gentle boy lived very clearly.


    He was the most clear-sighted person in the entire family.


    The interactions between the kids were quite amusing.


    Yuanyuan had originally wanted to question her brother about his love life, but unexpectedly, without any preparation, her brother hadpletely revealed her inner world. Of course, she wasn''t happy and kept pouting.


    And since you''ve exposed my secret, it''s only fair that I expose yours.


    Just then, Little Lang picked up the basket and went out to buy vegetables.


    Yuanyuan thought for a moment and suddenly ran upstairs, meeting Chen Men on the stairs. She said, "Mom, Little Lang is dating someone. I want to go and take a peek. Do you want toe?"


    "Of course, wait for me!" Chen Men''s gossip spirit was burning, her curiosity stirring. She quickly went downstairs and slipped on her shoes to follow.


    It so happened that as they went out, they ran into Yan Zhao and Little Wang, who were returning home.


    The mother and daughter were stopped by the father and son.


    "Didn''t I tell you not to wander around? Where are you going?" Yan Zhao asked.


    Chen Men also asked, "Why are you two back at the same time?"


    Little Wang had been a ''street model,'' known for his capabilities and outstanding performance. Now he had a new title: ''Mobile Dispatch Special Forces!''


    He was in charge of patrolling the streets, checking if anyone went out and returned without reporting. If he found such cases, he would quietly lead a team to catch them red-handed, with a gun to their head, and take their temperature.


    As for Yan Zhao, during the viral outbreak, he usually returned home around 11 or 12 o''clock at night. Today, he was back early and even with Little Wang, which was quite unusual.


    "Mike is in Hong Kong and suspected of being infected," Yan Zhao said.


    Chen Men was first shocked and then looked at Little Wang, her eyes widening.


    The Bayi Hotel was the first ce in the capital to confirm the virus''s origin, and Little Lang had nervously spent half a month there.


    Hong Kong, on the other hand, was the next ce where the virus erupted.


    Now that Mike was infected, would Yan Zhao and Little Wang want to send Little Wang there again?


    "Is Mike not an adult? He''s already 28 and almost eligible for a pension. He left on his own. Now that he''s sick, are you nning to send Little Wang to take care of him and bring him back? Yan Zhao, aren''t you viting the policy?" Chen Men raised her voice involuntarily.


    Yan Zhao quickly said, "No, that''s not it."


    Little Wang also knew that his mother was worried about him, afraid he might have to go to Hong Kong, so he quickly added, "Mom, it''s not like that. Big Brother is already staying in a public hospital in Hong Kong, but he has no rtives or friends there. After hearing that he was infected, his agency also abandoned him. I have a ssmate there, so I came back to find a phone and call to arrange for someone to send him some supplies."


    Yan Zhao also said, "No, why should we pick him up? He keptining that he was abandoned in Hong Kong and had no choice but to wait for death. Let him see if the Hong Kong government of our mothend will really let him die."


    When he was healthy, he was stubborn to the extreme, even throwing masks into the trash.


    Now that he''s sick, he''s crying and begging toe back, even calling Little Wang to ask him to pick him up.


    How could that be? Yan Zhao, being his own father, certainly wouldn''t indulge such behavior.


    Not to mention Mike.


    Chen Men and Yuanyuan were most interested in Little Lang''s dating situation.


    Living in the same courtyard, the two families were not far apart, with General Wang''s family just a short distance ahead.


    First, Yuanyuan went over, hiding behind a pine tree, quietly observing. Soon, Chen Men also crept over, and the two hid behind the pine tree, waiting silently for Little Lang. They wanted to see how this young man, just 20 years old and still looking naive, would date.


    Little Wang and Yan Zhao returned home, only to make a call to a contact in Hong Kong and prepare some masks and traditional Chinese medicine before leaving again.


    As they came out, they happened to see Chen Men and Yuanyuan hiding behind the pine tree, acting suspiciously.


    Yan Zhao asked, "What are you doing?"


    "Shh!" Chen Men said.


    "My brother is dating! He''ll be here soon. Dad, do you want to see how my brother dates?" Yuanyuan said.


    Little Wang was most surprised: "I''ve never dated, and Yan Minng actually knows how to date?"


    This remark earned him a unanimous re from the whole family.


    But soon, Little Lang returned with a basket of vegetables.


    And he kept ncing sideways at General Wang''s window. When he reached the window, he hesitated for a moment and actually stopped.


    "Could he really be dating? But Mom, I didn''t see Wang Hongxia," Yuanyuan said, puzzled.


    They were on the side, hidden by the pine tree, so they could only see Little Lang looking up at General Wang''s yard.


    But they couldn''t see what was inside the yard.


    Hearing this, Little Wang got anxious again: "Wang Hongxia, that plump girl?"


    "Don''t call her plump. Wang Hongxia is just a bit fuller-figured," Chen Men said sternly.


    They mustn''t let the boys develop a habit of mocking girls.


    Little Wang thought this was no fun. What''s the point of quietly watching from a distance? Look at Little Lang, his fair-skinned face with a smile curving at the corners of his lips. Obviously, the young man was enjoying himself in the dating process.


    They should move closer, get a better view, and listen in to see how this young man actually dates and how Wang Hongxia interacts with him.


    So Little Wang tiptoed to the other side, positioning himself right behind Little Lang.


    Little Lang was a Chinese special forces soldier. Normally, Little Wang''s heavy footsteps, which could even alert an elephant, would have been noticed by Little Lang. But he didn''t. Little Lang was focused on looking at General Wang''s window, smiling contentedly, clearly lost in the moment.


    This made even Yan Zhao feel something was off.


    It''s true that love makes people blind, but could it really make a special forces soldier lose his vignce?


    Is the power of love that strong?


    Thinking of this, Yan Zhao also moved over.


    Chen Men and Yuanyuan were jumping around in the grass, practically scaring away snakes.


    But they didn''t even startle Little Lang. He was still focused on looking at General Wang''s window.


    "What... what is that?" Yan Zhao suddenly eximed.


    The whole family saw that General Wang''s grandson was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and therge color TV was facing the window. On the screen was a strange-looking, humanoid figure that seemed to be... shaking its hips?


    It was just a simple line drawing, a cartoon. Little Lang was leaning against someone else''s window, watching a cartoon?


    Chen Men looked at it and felt a bit familiar, but she couldn''t quite ce it.


    Yuanyuan blurted out, "Crayon Shin-chan! Dad, so my brother stands at General Wang''s door every day just to watch Crayon Shin-chan!"


    "What is that? What crayon? What Shin-chan?" Yan Zhao asked again.


    Chen Men finally remembered. Crayon Shin-chan, wasn''t that a Japanese cartoon?


    So every day when Little Lang came back from buying vegetables, he would stand at General Wang''s window for at least half an hour, not to date, but just to watch Crayon Shin-chan?


    Looking at Little Lang again, he was smiling broadly, following the funny little kid on TV. His smile was so innocent and cute, his fair skin and red lips making him look even more adorable.


    What a fuss! Chen Men almost thought he was really in love.


    But it turns out that even though he could subdue an American soldier without batting an eye in terms of strength,


    His mental age was still stuck in his childhood.


    This was too funny.


    Unable to suppress her smile, Chen Men sincerely hoped this boy would stay young a little longer.


    Although falling in love and getting married are joyful events, for Yan Minng, who left home at 15 to defend the border, Chen Men would rather his innocence and sincerity remain for a while longer.


    From Doraemon to Chibi Maruko-chan to Crayon Shin-chan, thiste-blooming child could find plenty of joy in life even without dating.


    "What is he watching? Tell him to watch less of that," Yan Zhaomented and left.


    Little Wang and Yuanyuan, who had made a big deal out of this, found out their brother was still a fool and felt it was no fun, so they left.


    Only Chen Men went to the video rental store the next day and rented a set of Crayon Shin-chan DVDs, along with aplete set of manga, which she ced on Little Lang''s desk. She also bought a Crayon Shin-chan pencil holder, with the character''s pants off, exposing his little butt.


    At the moment Chen Men ced it out, Little Lang was utterly satisfied.


    Chen Men rarely watched cartoons, but she guessed that Little Lang, seeing Crayon Shin-chan avable for rent outside, didn''t rent it himself because he was afraid his dad wouldugh at him.


    Since she was idle these days, she decided to watch it herself first. That way, Little Lang would have a reason to watch it with her.


    During this holiday, mother and son not only watched Crayon Shin-chan but also Chinese Little Chef, Ultraman, and Dragon Ball, among other cartoons.


    Of course, facing her stern husband''s cold stare, Chen Men stood her ground: "These are all shows I like to watch!"


    And for Yan Minng, this was the happiest holiday of his life, from the age of three onwards, no contest!

 Chapter 167

    <h1>Chapter 167</h1>


    It was May 2007, in the capital. In a slightly old residentialpound next to a certain research institute, a young man with fair skin and lips even paler than a young girl¡¯s was huffing and puffing as he carried a monitor in one hand and aputer tower in the other. He entered the building, pressed the elevator button, and got off at the 5th floor, shouting, "Yan Wangqi, hurry up! I''m dying here!"0


    A door immediately swung open, revealing Xiao Wang, wearing jeans and a white T-shirt. He took theputer tower and said, "Xiong Zhuang, you really know how to make a fuss, don''t you? Aputer? How could that possibly tire you out?"0


    "You try carrying it yourself! Come on, let''s set it up. I want to see how fast aputer capable of renderingrge animations can be," said the boy named Xiong Zhuang.0


    Xiao Wang took theputer and said, "Get lost, this is your sister-inw''s stuff."0


    Xiong Zhuang obediently handed over theputer, crossed his arms, and watched Xiao Wang set it up. He asked, "Yan Wangqi, your dad has been on the phone non-stop. When are we going back to your ce?"0


    "Once theputer''s set up, we''ll go. I''m not in a hurry, so why are you?" Xiao Wang retorted.0


    "But your dad said he found us a great job, the most lucrative one in the entire capital. I just want to know what that job is," Xiong Zhuang said.0


    Talking about the job, Xiao Wang was equally curious. He ced the monitor on the table and said with a meaningful smile, "My dad has never cared about money his whole life. The fact that he suddenly said he found me a very lucrative job makes me even more curious than you. Let''s go hometer and ask him what it is."0


    Of course, Xiao Wang was none other than Yan Wangqi.0


    And Xiong Zhuang was the son of Xiong Dapao, the general manager of the International Waste Management Company.0


    These two kids didn''t see much of each other when they were young, but they ended up together like this:0


    Xiao Wang graduated from university in 2003. Originally, after graduation, he nned to take over Chen Men''s Xingda Construction Team and continue the family business of engineering construction, aiming to be a project manager.0


    His ideal was quite simple: to make money. He was particrly disdainful of the shoddy construction in Hua Country''s infrastructure industry and wanted to form arge construction team to undertake major projects and do some quality work.0


    However, when he was about to graduate, Yan Zhao suggested that if he wanted to work in engineering, why not go abroad to study in Western countries ande back to work afterward?0


    Since Xiao Wang was only 22 that year, he listened to his father and went to Germany to study.0


    When Xiong Dapao was on the phone with Yan Zhao, he learned that Xiao Wang had gone to Germany. Since Xiong Zhuang was also studying in Germany, they exchanged addresses and told the two kids to find each other in Germany.0


    Thus, in a foreignnd, two kids who hadn''t seen much of each other in Hua Country became bosom friends in Germany. This year, both of them hadpleted their coursework and earned their master''s degrees, so it was time to return home.0


    Before they came back, Yan Zhao had called and said he had found them an excellent, very lucrative job and asked them to start working.0


    The two kids, however, had originally nned to return in May but secretly came back a month early.0


    Instead of informing Yan Zhao, they went to the research institute to renovate a house nearby.0


    This house was one Xiao Wang had bought in 2003 after confirming that Yuanyuan''s job would be at the research institute. It was a second-hand, three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. The basic renovation had beenpleted before Xiao Wang went abroad, and upon returning, he was finishing the remaining work and furnishing the ce.0


    The reason they returned home without going back first and instead rushed to renovate the house was, of course, because Xiao Wang figured he was 26 and Yuanyuan was 24, and it was time for them to get married.0


    Xiao Wang had never mentioned this house to his family from the time he bought it to the time he renovated it.0


    Recently, while he was doing the renovations, he often saw Yuanyuanmuting to work by subway from a distance.0


    It had been a month, and Xiao Wang was secretly delighted.0


    Until today, not only were the cabs, bed, water heater, and stove ready, but even theputer Yuanyuan would use for work was set up.0


    This meant that once he got home, he could directly bring up the topic of marriage with his parents and Yuanyuan. After all, the wedding house was ready, so what reason could his parents have not to let him and Yuanyuan get married?0


    In his mind, Yuanyuan would definitely be willing. Although he hade backst year, he had only stayed for a few days before leaving. Now, suddenly bringing up marriage, Yuanyuan would surely be overjoyed.0


    Chen Men wouldn''t need to be convinced either. From the very beginning, she had been supportive and protective of him.0


    When it came to marriage, she would undoubtedly give her full approval.0


    It was truly not easy. After years of hard work, Xiao Wang had finally bought and renovated the house. Now, all that was left was to go home and propose.0


    So, after starting theputer, opening CAD, importing a drawing, and testing the rendering speed, he checked the CPU. Perfect. Theputer was as fast as lightning.0


    Turning off theputer, Yan Wangqi said, "Xiong Zhuang, let''s go to my ce."0


    Xiong Zhuang was in the living room, watching a rerun of a CCTV sketch featuring Song Dandan, who kept repeating, "The rooster thatys eggs, the rooster among fighting roosters, oh yeah..."0


    "Just a little longer. Let me finish watching this sketch," he said.0


    Xiao Wang walked over, turned off the TV with a p, and said, "Let''s go, hurry up."0


    Xiong Zhuang reluctantly said, "We''ve been back for a month, and you weren''t in a hurry before. Now you''re rushing me, not even letting me finish a sketch."0


    Xiao Wang took a deep breath and said to Xiong Zhuang, "You don''t get it. Today, I''m not just a son, I''m also a son-inw. I have to formally discuss my marriage to Yan Shengnan with my parents. Marriage is a big deal; can we be casual about it?"0n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    When it came to Yan Shengnan, Xiong Zhuang sighed, "Yan Wangqi, you''ve had a really lucky life, you know that?"0


    Xiong Zhuang had always liked Yan Shengnan, the beautiful and sweet-voiced celebrity, since he was a child. He often pestered his dad to let him y with Yan Shengnan, but his dad was too busy with work to pay attention to him.0


    And look at Yan Wangqi¡ªhow lucky he was. The beautiful and sweet Yan Shengnan had been his little sister when they were kids, and now, she was going to be his wife.0


    Moving on.0


    In the current capital, four-wheeled vehicles couldn''t outrun two-legged ones, cars couldn''t outrun motorcycles, and sometimes, motorcycles couldn''t outrun electric scooters. Moreover, electric scooters could go anywhere, while motorcycles couldn''t enter the main city, and cars were restricted by odd and even license te numbers.0


    After returning to the country, Xiao Wang bought an electric scooter for convenience. Once the battery was charged, he could go anywhere.0


    Hopping on the electric scooter, he headed straight for the first-ss residentialpound.0


    It was a familiar ce with a familiar atmosphere. Once, the four high-rise buildings of the first-ss residentialpound were icondmarks in the capital. However, in recent years, buildings with thirty or forty floors were everywhere, and even the Bayi Food Factory had built a 32-story high-rise. The first-ss residentialpound now looked dull and unremarkable.0


    Of course, the management of the military residentialpound had also be much stricter than before.0


    Although Yan Wangqi and the guards at the gate were familiar faces and knew each other, the guards still checked his ID, various documents from his time abroad, and even his ticket stubs before letting him in.0


    Once inside thepound, another change in the residential area became apparent.0


    Thepound didn''t have an underground parking lot, so all the cars were parked on the ground.0


    Compared to the streets outside, where Mercedes, BMWs, Ferraris, and Porsches were everywhere, the cars in thepound looked much more modest. Among the high-rise buildings, only one BMW 5 Series stood out slightly.0


    Earlier, ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????when Chen Men called, she mentioned that his dad was home today, and so was Yuanyuan.0


    With a turn of the electric scooter, Xiao Wang headed straight for the small red building.0


    "Mom, Mom!" As soon as he stopped, he shouted from the window.0


    Turning back, he had to boast to Xiong Zhuang, "You believe me, don''t you? I bet my sister wille running out of the house as soon as I count to three."0


    It was Xiong Zhuang''s first time entering a first-ss residentialpound like this, and his first time seeing a small red building that, outside, would be called a vi. Looking around, he noticed that among the houses, Xiao Wang''s family had the best-maintained front and back yards. A sense of envy naturally arose in his heart, and he didn''t hear Xiao Wang''s boast. He only heard Xiao Wang quietly counting "one, two, three," and after finishing, seeing no onee to open the door, he had to park the electric scooter and walk into the house himself.0


    It was the weekend, and Chen Men, Yan Zhao, and Yuanyuan were indeed at home. However, both Yan Zhao and Chen Men were in the living room, surrounded by a stack of thick documents, flipping through them. Yuanyuan, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen on the first floor, likely upstairs or out buying groceries.0


    "Dad, Mom, I''m home!" Xiao Wang said with a smile.0


    Logically, after more than a year away, his parents should have been pleasantly surprised, but their expressions didn''t show any hint of surprise at all.0


    Yan Zhao continued reading the documents, while Chen Men said, "Go take a shower first, and then make us some dinner. I''ve been eating takeout for days and can''t stand it anymore. I want some hand-pulled noodles."0


    "Sure thing," Xiao Wang replied.0


    Returning home and immediately diving into household chores¡ªthat was fine. But where was Yuanyuan?0


    Seeing that both his parents were busy, Xiao Wang decided to head upstairs to check if Yuanyuan was there.0


    As he began to climb the stairs, he heard a familiar voice from upstairs say, "The topic of this article written by your research institute''s leader is decent, but who tranted it? It''s absolutely terrible. If they really want to get it published in *The Lancet*, they should bring me the original version, and I''ll trante it. Half of the medical professional papers from Hua Country can''t be published in international specialty journals because of the trantion."0


    That voice¡ªit was John!0


    He was currently working at the Union Hospital, and yes, he lived in the high-rise building. What was he doing here on a weekend?0


    At this moment, Xiao Wang already felt a bit uneasy.0


    Turning around, he was now at the top of the stairs. Just then, he saw John holding a document, smiling at Yuanyuan: "Promise me you''ll have dinner with me tonight. I want to take you out for French cuisine. If you agree, I''ll help you trante this paper."0


    Who was John? He was Yan Wangqi''s older brother, his own brother.0


    But what was this older brother doing? Wasn''t there enough food at home? Why did he want to go out to eat?0


    Just then, Yuanyuan saw Xiao Wang and immediately jumped, still acting like the silly little girl she used to be, bounding over to him: "Brother."0


    Xiao Wang didn''t know what came over him, but he turned and ran downstairs, acting like a little kid, to tattle to Chen Men: "Mom, you know what? John just said he wants to take my sister out to dinner."0


    Chen Men looked up, seemingly not at all surprised, and said, "I know. John has been saying sincest year that he wants to pursue Yuanyuan. A young man wanting to date a girl and take her out to dinner¡ªisn''t that normal?"0


    "But Mom, Yuanyuan is part of our family. She can''t be dating," Xiao Wang blurted out without thinking.0


    In his subconscious mind, Yuanyuan belonged to him.0


    Chen Men, however, said, "Yuanyuan is 24 years old. If she wants to date, she can. She can date online, through text messages, or even with some random stranger from a dating app¡ªI wouldn''t mind. Girls dating and going out on dates is perfectly normal. Could it be that someone still holds onto old-fashioned ideas from the past, thinking they can just skip dating and jump straight to marriage with my daughter?"0


    At that moment, Xiao Wang was dumbfounded.0


    He had always assumed that he and Yuanyuan had progressed to the point of discussing when to start nning for a family and having kids. But now he realized that not only had he not properly pursued Yuanyuan, but he hadn''t even taken her out on a proper date.0


    And what about John, his own brother, quietly stabbing him in the back? What was that about?0


    Just then, Yan Zhao looked up at Xiao Wang and said, "Since you''re back, I''ll call the quality supervision office. Tomorrow, you and Xiong Zhuang can start working." Then, ncing at his son, Yan Zhao added, "I guarantee you that this job will be easier and more lucrative than any other job you can imagine."0

 Chapter 168

    <h1>Chapter 168</h1>


    John actually had the audacity to offer to help trante a magazine and invite Yuanyuan out to dinner. In Little Wang''s eyes, this was already shameless enough. But then, at that moment, John and Yuanyuan came downstairs together. Chen Men even asked Yuanyuan, "Yuanyuan, have you talked to Jim on the phone? Did he give us the tickets for the Olympic Opening Ceremony?"0


    Yuanyuan''s cheeks flushed red as she looked at her brother and shook her head, "Forget it, Mom. He insisted that I take a leave of absence and go to Guangzhou with him to perform in order to get the tickets. I don''t want to go. I tried to grab tickets online, but I missed the first batch. Let''s wait until October and try for the second batch."0


    Jim is now a slightly renowned violinist internationally and will perform at the Olympic Opening Ceremony.0


    As part of the performance crew, he hasplimentary tickets for next year''s Olympic Opening Ceremony.0


    In the current capital, tickets for the Olympic Opening Ceremony are nearly impossible to get. Even queuing doesn''t guarantee a purchase. Since Jim hasplimentary tickets, it would make sense for the whole family to share them.0


    But for Yuanyuan to have to apany him to Guangzhou to perform in order to get the tickets? What kind of nonsense is that?0


    Could it be that Jim, that shameless guy, also wants to pursue Yuanyuan?0


    And at that moment, John said, "Let''s go, Yan Shengnan. I found a really good French restaurant. You''ll definitely love it. We can discuss your leader''s paper while we eat."0


    "I''ll make you pulled noodles, oil-sshed noodles. I''ll do it myself," Little Wang blurted out.0


    Yuanyuan, in a reflex reaction, immediately raised her hand and said, "I''ll help you, peeling onions and garlic."0


    Cooking together as siblings was what Yuanyuan found most enjoyable.0


    Originally, Little Wang and Yuanyuan getting along well was something Chen Men would have supported the most. But Chen Men surprisingly said, "Yuanyuan cooks at home every day. Since Little Wang is back, let''s go out to eat. I agree."0


    "Let''s go," John also said.0


    Yuanyuan was silent for a moment before saying, "Alright, John, I won''t join you for dinner. But I can help with other things. What else do you need help with?"0


    John works in a hospital, doesn''t get sun exposure, and has very fair skin. He also has a natural obsession with cleanliness, both personally and with his clothes. His hands are especially pristine, with a ivory-like whiteness. With his arms crossed, he tapped his long, clean fingers on his arms and said, "Well, my car is dirty. You can help me wash it."0


    If Little Wang had a forty-meter-long sword at that moment, he would have swung it out.0


    His little Yuanyuan had never washed anything more than some clothes for him and his brother, Xiao Lang, let alone dishes.0


    John, the bastard, actually wanted Yuanyuan to wash his car for him?0


    And Yuanyuan actually agreed, "Alright, I''ll help you wash it."0


    By this time, Yuanyuan and John had already gone outside. Little Wang turned back to look at Xiong Zhuang and called out to him, "Come on, let''s go help John wash that bastard''s car."0


    Xiong Zhuang had been in Germany for several years, always serving as Little Wang''s subordinate.0


    He was the kind of guy who would go wherever Little Wang pointed.0n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    He had been especially obedient, helping Little Wang with everything from wedding house renovations to other tasks.0


    But ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????once they were outside, Xiong Zhuang pulled Little Wang back and said, "Wait, boss. You said Yan Shengnan is your wife, but from what Auntie Chen said, it sounds like you two haven''t even started dating. What''s going on?"0


    "How do I start dating her? Yan Shengnan has been my sister since she was little, and now she should be my wife," Little Wang said indignantly.0


    It was only now that he realized he had been too careless. How could he have forgotten that while he was studying abroad, Jim often returned for performances, and John, damn it, lived in the same building, right under his nose.0


    Those two brothers were stabbing him in the back, setting fire to his backyard.0


    How shameless.0


    That was enough to make Little Wang furious, but then Xiong Zhuang suddenly said, "I think Yan Shengnan doesn''t have any intention of marrying you. Auntie Chen even said she wouldn''t mind if she found a partner through a message in a bottle. Brother, I''m a man of integrity, straightforward and honest. I''ll be staying at your ce recently, so I''m telling you upfront¡ªI want to pursue Yan Shengnan."0


    Little Wang stood there, dumbfounded, for a long time before he finally said, "Xiong Zhuang, you little brat, are you out of your mind?"0


    "I''m 25, Yan Shengnan is 24. We''re the same age. I''ve graduated with a master''s degree, and my dad is the general manager of an international wastepany. My family background isn''t bad either. Why can''t I pursue Yan Shengnan?" Xiong Zhuang pressed on.0


    John was very handsome, a kind of refined and gentle handsomeness. But Xiong Zhuang didn''t think he was bad-looking either. He had once been pursued by an American girl who called him a "sunny guy."0


    Since Yan Shengnan isn''t dating anyone, why can''t he pursue her?0


    By this time, they had reached the parking lot of the high-rise building, where the most eye-catching BMW was parked.0


    John reached out to take the keys and was about to open the car door when Little Wang caught up, "John, don''t you dare let my sister wash your car. If it needs washing, I''ll do it. Damn it, John, you''ve got some nerve, actually asking my sister to wash your car."0


    "You''ll wash it yourself?" John retorted.0


    Little Wang puffed out his chest, "Give me the keys. I''ll take it to the Red Brick Building and wash it in a jiffy."0


    He had to take the job himself. No way could he let Yuanyuan do the washing.0


    John nced at Yuanyuan and smiled, handing the keys to Little Wang, "I was actually nning to let Yuanyuan drive it out and wash it for me. But if you want to do it yourself, that''s fine too. Just make sure it''s spotless, and don''t forget to wax the whole car."0


    So John didn''t want Yuanyuan to wash the car herself; he wanted her to drive it out and wash it for him?0


    Little Wang, being sharp as he was, realized at this point that John was deliberately setting a trap for him.0


    But if John was trying to trap him, Little Wang would trap Xiong Zhuang. He tossed the keys to Xiong Zhuang and said, "Take it to the Red Brick Building. There''s a hose near the restroom; you can connect it and start washing."0


    Xiong Zhuang also wanted to show off, so he took the keys, "Got it." While busy, he still managed to ask, "Yuanyuan, do you remember me? I''m Xiong Zhuang. We met when we were kids."0


    "Get going," Little Wang pushed Xiong Zhuang into the car.0


    He then approached Yuanyuan and said, "Come on, Yuanyuan, let''s go buy some groceries."0


    "Let''s go," Yuanyuan said.0


    And just like that, he had intercepted the situation. Yuanyuan was still his.0


    "Don''t go out with John anymore, or with Jim either. Those two brothers don''t have good intentions. Oh, and Xiong Zhuang¡ªhe''ll be staying at our ce recently. Stay away from him. He actually wants to pursue you, so he''s not a good guy. Understand? Once he finds a ce to rent, I''ll make sure he moves out," Little Wang said.0


    Yuanyuan smiled and said, "Don''t worry, brother. I''m focused on work. I don''t want to date or get married."0


    Little Wang was stunned for a moment. Yuanyuan''s words sounded a bit off.0


    The two siblings entered the market, a familiar ce with familiar smells. Various braised dishes, intestines, ears, trotters, tomatoes, eggnts, cabbages, and winter melons. The newly listed peaches, green apples, and cantaloupes, watermelons. Yuanyuan picked out the vegetables, and Little Wang carried them. A familiar ce, familiar people, familiar feelings. What is happiness? This was Little Wang''s happiness.0


    Just a month ago, Little Wang was still smug, thinking that as soon as he returned home, he could get married and move into the cozy little home he had just renovated, right next to Yuanyuan''s workce. That way, Yuanyuan wouldn''t have to endure the crowded subway, and he could easily enjoy his happiness and joy.0


    But now, the clever Little Wang realized thatpared to the renovation, the most important thing was probably that he needed to court Yuanyuan first. He needed to take her on a date and propose. Otherwise, he was afraid that when he brought up marriage, Yuanyuan might reject him.0


    After buying the groceries, Little Wang racked his brain for an excuse and said, "Yuanyuan, you know, after a year abroad, I really miss the old Tongguan meat pies from the Beijing office. How about you apany me to eat one tomorrow night? No problem, right?"0


    "No problem at all. Let''s go together," Yuanyuan said.0


    That was settled. Tomorrow, he would first report to that supposedly very lucrative unit, and then the evening date would begin.0


    Yan Wangqi still felt confident.0


    Tonight, they would have oil-sshed pulled noodles at home. The noodles were made by Little Wang, but the pot was washed by Xiong Zhuang.0


    Chen Men, on the other hand, was busy with the merger of 271 and Bayi Food Factory into a single grouppany, preparing for a listing on the securities market. She needed legal advice from Yan Zhao, so the two of them were swamped with work, too busy to even think about cooking and eating.0


    Xiong Zhuang was quite the performer¡ªafter finishing dinner, he eagerly volunteered to wash the dishes, and after washing them, he even insisted on mopping the floor. While mopping, he kept telling Chen Men, "Please don''t be polite. Consider me your son-inw, feel free to order me around."0


    That night, Xiong Zhuang stayed in Little Wolf''s bedroom, while Little Wang was already nning to have him rent his own ce and move out as soon as possible the next day.0


    The next morning, Little Wang woke up early enough, but Yuanyuan had already left earlier than him, reportedly because the Olympics wereing up next year, and she was worried about traffic in the city, so she didn''t even eat breakfast before leaving.0


    Little Wang and Xiong Zhuang hurriedly ate some breakfast and then headed to the Quality Supervision Station ording to the address.0


    This job was arranged through Yan Zhao. Normally, one would need to take the civil service exam, but since both Little Wang and Xiong Zhuang held master''s degrees, they were exempted and could join the unit directly.0


    The Quality Supervision Station was the Capital Engineering Quality Management and Supervision Headquarters, responsible for reviewing the quality of all currently under-construction buildings, whetherrge or small, in the entire capital.0


    It was a state-owned unit, and working there meant bing a civil servant.0


    Little Wang had previously invested in severalpanies, all of which were doing well financially. The reason he had changed his major fromputer science to civil engineering was that during the Three Gorges flood, he had seen too many shoddy engineering projects in the floodwaters. He felt that anyone could work withputers, but there weren''t many people with a conscience in infrastructure projects.0


    Just after switching majors, he wanted to be an ethical entrepreneur in the construction industry.0


    However, his parents always hoped their children would have stable jobs. Little Wang, currently following his father''s wishes, took the civil servant job mainly to appease his stern father. He nned to act obediently, make his father happy, and once his father agreed to let him marry Yuanyuan, he would quit and return to business.0


    Money was still something he aimed to make a lot of. Being a civil servant was out of the question.0


    Before they knew it, they arrived at the unit.0


    The Quality Supervision Station, being a state-owned unit, was run-down¡ªan old building, old offices, with desks and chairs all chipped.0


    The station chief was a woman named Wang Lin, in her forties, looking like an ordinary female colleague, but her face was somewhat abnormal, swollen badly. The deputy station chief was named Sun Wang, a man wearing old cloth shoes and a worn-out shirt, also looking quite ordinary. There were about a dozen staff members, all of whom looked very average.0


    Perhaps due to the busy work, the unit didn''t hold morning meetings. Staff members just checked in and then left.0


    Deputy Station Chief Sun Wang handed each of Little Wang and Xiong Zhuang a work badge and a stack of materials, then sent them to the farthest area in Haidian, saying there were a few small projects urgently waiting for review. After that, Sun Wang also left, leaving only a clerk to watch over the office.0


    Little Wang and Xiong Zhuang didn''t have a car and had to take the bus to the project site.0


    After flipping through the materials, they found a state-owned urban vige renovation project, an Olympic venue construction project, and several small real estate development projects. Since the urban vige renovation project was closer, they decided to go there first.0


    Upon arrival, Little Wang called the other party, introduced himself as a new staff member from the Quality Supervision Station, and said he needed to inspect the construction quality as part of a routine check. After looking around, he found that overall, the urban vige renovation project was decent, with the construction quality not too bad. However, there were a few visible areas that needed rectification. He thought it would be fine to ask the other party to make those corrections.0


    But in the blink of an eye, the project leader arrived¡ªa vige chief-like figure who bowed and nodded, saying, "Comrades from the Quality Supervision Station, you came too suddenly today. We weren''t prepared. ording to the old custom, how about we treat you to a full package of dining, drinking, and bathing?"0


    What did "dining, drinking, and bathing" mean?0


    Little Wang and Xiong Zhuang were both momentarily stunned. The leader smiled awkwardly and reached out, saying, "If you two are too busy and don''t have time, we have a solution. Here are room cards for the Junhao Hotel, each preloaded with two thousand yuan. Feel free to enjoy yourselves. Our project doesn''t have much money, after all, it''s a poor resettlement and renovation project. I can''t give you a big red envelope, but this is a small token of our appreciation. You can take it. Regarding the corrections, feel free to make your demands. We''ll correct them all at once to ensure the quality passes the inspection in one go. After all, these are resettlement homes, and the vigers are waiting to move back in. How about it?"0


    With that, he handed each of them a red envelope.0


    Little Wang weighed it in his hand. Goodness, judging by the thickness, it was at least eight hundred yuan, if not a thousand.0


    That meant, between the hotel consumption cards and the red envelopes, just on their first day of work, on their first inspection of one of the poorest urban vige renovation projects in the capital, they had already received nearly five thousand yuan?0


    No wonder his father said it was an easy and lucrative job.0


    This wasn''t just making money; this was milking the system.0


    Extending this thought, such a poor project, facing just two ordinary staff members from the Quality Supervision Station on a routine inspection, was already offering such arge red envelope. Then, what about other projects, likergemercial buildings, highways, andrge office buildings?0


    How much could those red envelopes be worth?0


    Little Wang, who loved money dearly, suddenly realized that his father was treating him like a cat watching fish or a dog guarding bones.0


    Was this not setting a trap for him?0


    Could the money-loving Yan Wangqi resist taking this money?

 Chapter 169

    <h1>Chapter 169</h1>


    Little Wang naturally wouldn''t ept the red envelope.0


    However, he felt that the staff at the Quality Supervision Station must be so ustomed to receiving red envelopes that the leaders of the urban vige felt it was only natural to hand them out.0


    This was simply too exaggerated. Five thousand a day, and fifteen thousand in a month.0


    When he first joined the Quality Supervision Station, Little Wang thought the unit was so poor it was practically jingling.0


    He hadn''t realized it was a highly lucrative fat department.0


    Red envelopes, kickbacks, and various benefits fees were part of the national culture in China.0


    When Little Wang was young, Chen Men often engaged in such practices to do business.0


    She once bought some suspended stocks at a high price from Cui Min, and after the stock resumed trading and increased in value, she returned them to Cui Min. In return, Dongfang Group''s subsequent projects were all awarded to Chen Degong.0


    That was a kind of disguised bribe.0


    Little Wang had seen it since he was a child.0


    Now, Chen Men doesn''t do that anymore. One reason is that she has Yan Peiheng and Yan Zhao as her backing, and the second is that her own strength is sufficient. Little Wang, who has been away from Chinese society for several years, thought that with social progress, this kind of atmosphere would gradually fade. But he didn''t expect it to be even more rampant.0


    The practice of kickbacks, which used to be done in the shadows, has now been brought to the surface.0


    But since he grew up in society, even if he disapproved, he wouldn''t say anything. So he said, "Comrades, we are still in our probationary period and can''t make any decisions. The red envelope is unnecessary. However, regarding the rectification, let me mention a few points. Regarding the foundation, it seems eptable to the naked eye. The main structure of these buildings also appears eptable in appearance. Let''se back another day to test them with professional tools. If everything is in order, we can apply for the leadership to approve them."0


    Little Wang was speaking formalities, not epting money but also not giving a definite answer. Inmon terms, it was a form ofzy governance.0


    But even with this attitude, the leader of the urban vige was thrilled: "Is it really that easy? No need to make ten or eight trips for gradual rectification? Then I''ll go prepare the money now. I heard someone gave five thousand and it was approved. I''ll prepare five thousand for your leader, and let''s get the quality inspection passed in one go."0


    The quality ofrge infrastructure facilities concerns the lives and property safety of the people.0


    And the relocation of urban viges solves the housing problems of residents. Such matters should be measured in terms of money?0


    The Quality Supervision Station, a government unit, with a single approval document, shoulders the quality safety of hundreds of households'' homes.0


    But it only costs five thousand?0


    Little Wang pulled Xiong Zhuang and left the urban vige.0


    They should have gone to the Olympic Vige, but Little Wang saw a building under construction nearby that was about to be topped out. With the naked eye, one of the high-rise buildings was visibly crooked, and the level wasn''t even done properly, let alone quality.0N?v(el)B\\jnn


    In a construction site, finding the entrance and going in was easy.0


    Finding a worker, Little Wang said, "Comrade, we are from the Quality Supervision Station. I see that one of your buildings, from the outside..."0


    "What? Quality Supervision Station? Never heard of it. You''d better leave quickly. It''s dangerous here; watch out for falling objects from above."0


    "Comrade..."0


    When this worker saw a fat and burly leader approaching, he pointed and said, "Manager, look, heree two swindlers."0


    "What are you doing?" The manager was burly and looked intimidating.0


    This time, Xiong Zhuang introduced themselves: "We are staff members from the Capital Quality Supervision Station..."0


    "This project has connections at the top. Don''t believe me? Go ask your leader. Oh, right, you want a red envelope, don''t you..." The fat manager said, taking out a stack of red bills from his leather bag and handing it over, pushing Little Wang and Xiong Zhuang out of the site.0


    He turned back and muttered to the workers, "Today it''s quality inspection, tomorrow it''s environmental protection, the day after it''s natural gas. They say building houses is as profitable as printing money, but look at these hidden costs. They''re so high. Peoplee to collect protection money every day, and they''re from the government."0


    Xiong Zhuang, holding five hundred yuan, was stunned and shouted, "Boss, the foundation structure of your building has problems..."0


    The other party waved his hand: "Comrades, our building has already passed the quality inspection. Giving you money is a gesture of respect. Just leave."0


    So, giving five hundred was just to get rid of a beggar?0


    They didn''t even care about them and turned away.0


    Xiong Zhuang looked at Little Wang, who hadn''t yet realized the situation, and asked, "Brother, what should we do with this money? Also, with this kind of work method, if we go to the Olympic Vige, with so many major projects, won''t we make a fortune?"0


    "Make a fortune? The Olympic Vige is a national key project. No one dares to take kickbacks, which is why the leader sent us to run around," Little Wang hit the nail on the head, revealing the truth.0


    The two then headed to the Olympic Vige, where it was a regr and qualified supervision and inspection.0


    Without using instruments, just with the naked eye, the construction of the venues had no disqualifying aspects.0


    After circling around, the two should have returned.0


    On the bus, passing by a residentialplexbeled "Junye Luxury, Emperor''s Style," not far away, theplex''s slogan was "Fire safety inspection has been approved, officially starting pre-sale." But from a professional perspective, just looking at the foundation structure, it was a shoddy project.0


    Little Wang had once switched fromputer science to civil engineering because, during his time at the Three Gorges, he was horrified by the shoddy projects that copsed at the first sign of floodwaters. He looked at thosendslide dams, copsed walls, and hydropower stations that copsed with the floodwaters, wanting to do something for the country''s infrastructure while making money.0


    But now, looking around, this was the capital, and shoddy projects were everywhere.0


    Society is made up of people. If everyone follows thew and conducts themselves properly, society will operate in a healthy manner.0


    But if everyone treats their job as a money-printing machine, won''t society fall into chaos?0


    Yan Zhao had given Little Wang a job as lucrative as a money-printing machine, but instead of being happy, he was deeply concerned. Although reason told him that society is made up of people, not just one person, and that he couldn''t change much on his own, it would be best to go along with the general environment.0


    But he still felt uneasy in his heart.0


    In the evening, when they returned to the unit, almost everyone else had alreadye back.0


    It was then that the station chief and deputy station chief introduced Little Wang and Xiong Zhuang to everyone.0


    Station Chief Wang Lin''s face was swollen and looked very tired as she said, "Did you do a good job today? From now on, you two will be in charge of the Olympic Vige. It''s a bit tiring, but you''ll have to cover more ground. The Olympic Vige project is very important to us, so you must keep a close eye on it."0


    Deputy Station Chief Sun Wang added, "Yan Wangqi and Xiong Zhuang are extraordinary. The retired Minister Yan and Minister Qi personally made a call, saying they are new blood sent by the organization to address ourzy and neglectful work culture. You all should also take your work seriously and not let the new employees think we old-timers are cking off and not doing our jobs properly, okay?"0


    In a ce like the capital, being a civil servant, despite the low sry, everyone has background and backing.0


    And Sun Wang''s words, with their subtle tone, seemed to urge everyone, but actually hinted at the backgrounds of these two young men.0


    Listen, how impressive.0


    A ministerial-level leader personally made a call to get them in.0


    The colleagues exchanged nces, immediately understanding: So, these two young men also got in through connections to make money.0


    On such a hot day, everyone had been wearing long-sleeve shirts to cover their wrists, but upon hearing that Little Wang and Xiong Zhuang also had backing, they immediately rolled up their sleeves. In such a public service unit, clothing wasn''t a big deal, but everyone wore a luxury watch.0


    Currently, men''spetition had evolved from beepers and mobile phones to luxury watches.0


    Everyone in the station had one, all luxury brands.0


    After leaving the unit, they had to ride electric scooters home. Xiong Zhuang, still in shock, said, "Yan Wangqi, that was quite a watch exhibition earlier. Deputy Station Chief''s Patek Philippe must be worth at least a million, right? He''s really bold to wear it to work."0


    "The others'' watches aren''t bad either. I saw someone wearing a Rolex. If it''s genuine, it''s worth at least five hundred thousand. This little Quality Supervision Station is really making a killing." Little Wang said, suddenly his eyes lit up and he pointed to the distance, "Xiong Zhuang, look over there. There''s a big beauty. Wow, she''s so pretty. Just your type, with a slim waist and a big butt!"0


    Xiong Zhuang liked voluptuous beauties, especially those with arger bust. He immediately turned his head: "Where? Where?"0


    Little Wang hopped onto his electric scooter, and with a whoosh, he was gone.0


    Xiong Zhuang finally realized what was going on¡ªLittle Wang wanted to ditch him to go on a date with Yuanyuan. He jumped up and cursed, "Yan Wangqi, you damn bastard, you shameless piece of trash!"0


    Little Wang, riding his electric scooter, grinned and gunned it, speeding off down the road.0


    He understood the chaotic state of the Quality Supervision Institute and the purpose behind Yan Zhao''s decision to send him there.0


    But he didn''t dwell on it.0


    After all, society was made up of people, but it wasn''t made up of just him.0


    He didn''t have his "ck dad''s" tough methods or his pure patriotic heart. He could ept a bit of corruption in the world. He wouldn''t take kickbacks, but he would do his job well.0


    For him, the most important thing right now was to chase after his girlfriend and build a new little family.0


    Riding his electric scooter, he soon arrived at Yuanyuan''s workce.0


    Over the past month, Little Wang had often seen Yuanyuaning and going to work, so he knew the timing and could catch her.0


    The hard renovation of their little home was already done, and this trip back was just for the soft renovation. Regarding the effect, Little Wang was confident that as soon as Yuanyuan saw it, she would be thrilled because she would definitely love it.0


    Now, he had to take Yuanyuan to see their little home.0


    The Institute of Biological Research itself had very few young people, and even fewer female colleagues. Yuanyuan was the prettiest among them, no contest.0


    She was wearing a white T-shirt, jeans, and had a bob cut, looking like a middle school student with her backpack. After work, she walked out of the institute''s gate with a female colleague, chatting as they went.0


    Little Wang let out a whistle from a distance and honked the horn. Yuanyuan came running over: "Brother?"0


    "Get on, I''ll take you somewhere," Little Wang said with a smile.0


    Yuanyuan immediately swung her leg over and hopped on, wrapping her arms around Little Wang''s waist: "Okay!"0


    The way Little Wang felt about Yuanyuan, and the way Yuanyuan felt about Little Wang, was different from ordinary lovers. When they were kids, they even slept on the same kang. Although they often teased and fought with each other, whenever either of them had a problem, the other would always be there, silently supporting them.0


    Although they were young, their rtionship could be described as "mutual support in adversity."0


    And even though Yuanyuan didn''t know that Little Wang had renovated the house, when she saw him yesterday, she felt that he must have been ready to marry her.0


    It was as if they had a telepathic connection. Many things didn''t need to be said; they just understood each other.0


    Of course, once Yuanyuan got on her brother''s motorcycle, she didn''t care where he took her.0


    In her mind, her brother was someone who would never let her down.0


    In just three minutes, they arrived at their new home.0


    It ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????was an apartment with an elevator. Pushing the door open, the living room had a slightly dark green background wall, a gray minimalist leather sofa with two yful mustard yellow pillows, and a dining area with a wooden style. The chairs were covered in gray leather, matching the living room perfectly. The overall decoration was simple and elegant.0


    It was the Nordic style that Yuanyuan particrly liked.0


    Opening the bedroom door, the wall was a soft pea green, and the bed had a soft back, perfect for leaning against while reading. There was also a beautiful dressing table in the corner.0


    Little Wang didn''t say a word the whole time, just crossed his arms and followed Yuanyuan around.0


    When Yuanyuan opened the door to the study, she waspletely amazed: "Wow, brother, this bookshelf is so beautiful."0


    The entire wall was covered with a bookshelf, currently empty, but once Yuanyuan''s books were moved in, it would be filled.0


    "Let''s go to Xinjiekou and eat all the good food today," Little Wang said, opening the door.0


    Yuanyuan nodded with a smile.0


    As they were about to leave, she took onest look around this cozy, three-bedroom, two-living-room home.0


    In the Red Building, Chen Men was Yuanyuan''s mainstay, and even though she was already 24, Yan Zhao had hardly ever let her do housework. He took care of everything¡ªher cups, her bags, her documents, even whether she had her keys.0


    Being sofortable at home, Yuanyuan subconsciously resisted getting married and moving out.0


    But if there was anyone in the world who truly understood her, it was Little Wang.0


    He didn''t need to say anything. Just by creating a beautifully decorated, cozy little nest right next to her workce, he made Yuanyuan want to get married and move out to be independent.0


    This time, it was Little Wang who was caught off guard.0


    As they were about to leave, Yuanyuan suddenly stood on her tiptoes, turned his dusty, concrete-covered face, and kissed him on the lips.0


    Her soft lips brushed against the sand and gravel on his mouth, like a light touch of a dragonfly. She kissed him.0


    At that moment, the healthy, strong heart of the 1.83-meter-tall Yan Wangqi almost jumped out of his chest.0


    The two of them, like when they were kids sneaking out, rode their electric scooter to the food market in Xinjiekou to eat delicious food.0


    They wandered and ate their way through the market.0


    But for Little Wang, today was different from any other day in his life.0


    He had always liked Yuanyuan, but he had never thought about kissing her, hugging her, or sleeping in the same bed.0


    Even though their bedrooms were only separated by one room, even though Yuanyuan often walked around in her pajamas in the morning, even though they often argued over who would use the bathroom first.0


    But he had never felt like this before. He wanted to kiss the little girl hugging him from behind, wanted to press her against the wall and kiss her a thousand times, ten thousand times. He loved the feeling of her soft lips brushing against his so much.0


    Yan Wangqi felt like a wild beast. He felt like he could devour the girl next to him.0


    But happy times are always short.0


    Halfway through their eating spree, Yan Zhao called and told him toe home quickly, saying he had something important.0


    The taste of Yuanyuan''s kiss was too wonderful. Riding the electric scooter, Little Wang was distracted, constantly reminiscing about the kiss. He kept looking back, wanting to muster the courage to kiss her, but he was afraid she might not want him to.0


    Maybe she was just ying around, and if he kissed her back, she might call him a pervert.0


    In contrast, Yuanyuan was bolder. As they passed the residentialpound and reached their home, Little Wang put his foot down to stop the electric scooter. Suddenly, she hugged him from behind, her soft lips pressed against his ear, and she whispered, "Brother, did you not like it when I kissed you? Are you mad?"0


    Little Wang, with one foot on the ground, was stunned.0


    So, Yuanyuan wanted him to respond, right? She wanted him to kiss her too?0


    Yuanyuan had already jumped off the scooter, her face red, and ran into the house.0


    What was he waiting for? Little Wang pushed the electric scooter over and turned to chase after her.0


    This time, he was going to kiss Yuanyuan enough!0


    But as soon as he entered the house, he ran into his "ck dad," Yan Zhao, sitting in the living room watching a video.0


    His "ck grandpa," Yan Peiheng, was also there, along with someone else¡ªMinister Qi from the Ministry of Supervision, who had previously worked at the Ministry of Public Security.0


    They were probably discussing a case rted to anti-corruption.0


    But Little Wang wasn''t interested in such matters. All he wanted to do was go upstairs and kiss Yuanyuan enough.0


    Even though Little Wang tried to sneak around quietly, his "ck dad" noticed him.0


    "Yan Wangqi,e here and help!" Yan Zhao said.0


    Little Wang nced at the stairs. Yuanyuan was covering her mouth, her eyes smiling, looking at him from the stairs, as if saying, "Come on,e on, hurry up!"0


    Turning back to the living room, there were three old men sitting on the sofa, ring at him.0


    Little Wang was anxious, but he had to y along for now.0


    Then he would go upstairs and kiss Yuanyuan!0

 Chapter 170

    <h1>Chapter 170</h1>


    Yan Zhao was rewinding a video tape, while Director Qi of the Supervision Department wore an inscrutable expression. Yan Peiheng, with his silver hair, stared at the television.


    What appeared on the screen was none other than the bloated face of Wang Lin, the head of the Quality Supervision Station.


    Judging from the footage, she had been summoned by the disciplinary inspection team.


    Inmon pance, it was called "having tea."


    Wang Lin''s face was particrly stiff and swollen, her speech unusually slow, and her expressionpletely frozen.


    Whatever the interrogators asked, her responses were either "no" or shaking her head.


    It seemed that she was extraordinarily calm.


    At least, her face showed no signs of guilt or fear.


    Director Qi exined, "Yan Wangqi, I''ll be upfront with you. Wang Lin is a distant cousin from my maternal uncle''s side. Her father is currently the captain of the Capital City Urban Management Brigade. If she has any backing, it''s me and her father. The disciplinary inspection team has received numerous reports using her of embezzlement and bribery amounting to at least tens of millions. But I know her family well; she lives very frugally in her daily life, and I''ve never seen her buying houses or cars or engaging in high-end consumption. During the interrogation and searches by the disciplinary inspection team, we haven''t found any hidden illicit funds. Your grandfather and father mentioned that you have a unique eye for investigation. Now, take a good look at this video, and tomorrow, go to the Quality Supervision Station as an undercover agent. Help us keep a close eye on Wang Lin and investigate where she might be hiding the money if she has indeed embezzled or epted bribes. Okay? If she has, it proves that everyone in the Quality Supervision Station is corrupt. Currently, she''s protecting her subordinates. She''s the breakthrough point. We need to use her to crack open the entire station. Do you understand?"


    The Quality Supervision Station, being such a lucrative ce, where just visiting a construction site could earn someone a bribe.


    It was impossible for anyone not to be corrupt.


    Since the founding of Hua Country, the state has been fighting corruption with particrly severe penalties for convictions.


    However, most bribery and embezzlement cases involve mutualplicity, and cash transactions make them extremely difficult to trace.


    Money, once hidden, is almost impossible to find if the culprit refuses to confess. In cases where everyone has backing, and with interference from powerful figures, the authorities often end up downying the severity of the crime.


    With the rapid economic development in recent years, there have been too many corrupt officials embezzling tens of millions, even billions, and once they feel the heat, they simply flee the country on a ne.


    This has given rise to the saying, "Don''t investigate Jiao Yulu, investigate Lei Zhengfu."


    Director Qi''s willingness to target his own rtive demonstrates the state''s determination to fight corruption.


    However, these old-timers bringing a video tape to ask little Wangqi for help shows that even at the highest levels, there are moments of helplessness in the fight against corruption.


    Take Wang Lin, for example. She''s a woman, doesn''t wear luxury watches, doesn''t engage in high-end consumption, and her appearance seems normal. Moreover, she was so calm during the disciplinary inspection team''s summoning. What if the team has indeed wronged her? Not to mention her backing, the disciplinary inspection team members are also human and fear future retaliation. With so many corruption cases, they don''t have the time to waste on just one person.


    This is why Yan Zhao specifically arranged for Wangqi to work at the Quality Supervision Station.


    It was Director Qi''s n to have him infiltrate the inner circle and uncover the details of the entire station''s embezzlement and bribery.


    Wangqi was anxious; he wanted to kiss Yuanyuan, to kiss her thoroughly.


    He wanted to get rid of these three stern figures as quickly as possible.


    Having seen Wang Lin twice today and then on television, he immediately realized where the problemy.


    "Dad, do you know BOTOX? The Chinese name is botulinum toxin, a kind of cosmetic drug, very expensive. I''ve seen some women abroad who overdid the injections, and their faces would be stiff. Wang Lin has had her eye bags removed and a facelift. In her office, there''s a handbag with the words ''Huajiao Beauty Salon.'' I suspect she goes there for medical beauty treatments. Why don''t you check that ce out?" After saying this, Wangqi turned and was about to leave.


    "What''s medical beauty? What''s it for? And what are eye bags, what''s a facelift?" Yan Peiheng asked, looking puzzled.


    Yan Zhao nced at Director Qi and said, "Some medical beauty salons can cost individuals tens or even hundreds of thousands. It''s just about facial reconstruction, doing some beauty treatments."


    "Wang Lin is almost fifty, what''s there to beautify? Her face has been getting uglier and strangertely..." Director Qi trailed off, suddenly realizing something.


    Maybe Wang Lin really was going for medical beauty treatments.


    Her husband died in a car ident a couple of years ago, and at the scene of the ident, they found a woman in her thirties, very beautiful. So, her husband was having an affair when the ident happened.


    Because of that incident, Wang Lin was deeply affected.


    A man''s infidelity is not the woman''s fault, but some women cannot handle it, bing insecure and self-conscious, seeking change through medical beauty to make themselves more attractive.


    So, when Wang Lin was questioned, she showed no fear, no panic, and remained calm.


    It wasn''t because her heart was truly calm, but because her medical beauty treatments had ruined her face, making it impossible for her to express emotions?


    The disciplinary inspection team had thought she was genuinely unafraid, which was why she was soposed.


    Director Qi stood up dejectedly, shaking Yan Peiheng''s hand and saying, "Old Leader, you''re right. New times bring new challenges. As the saying goes, ''The Chinese nation is at its most critical moment. We must unite as one, advance under the enemy''s fire,'' but this time, the enemy might just be ourselves. This time, we must fire at ourselves. Tomorrow, I''ll notify the disciplinary inspection team to summon Wang Lin for strict investigation and interrogation, to find evidence of her embezzlement from all angles, and bring her to justice!"


    Wangqi stood politely in ce, his hands sped, silently waiting.


    After the two elders left, Yan Zhao was still seeing them off. Wangqi darted up the stairs in a single leap.


    Yuanyuan was waiting for him on the steps, one step apart to bnce their height difference. Wangqi reached out and turned Yuanyuan''s face towards him, hesitating for a moment, feeling a bit too impulsive and reckless, so he stepped back. But Yuanyuan''s lips had already pressed against his, so soft, so tender, and so fragrant. He had been so foolish, never even imagining what it would feel like to kiss Yuanyuan.


    But this feeling was simply too wonderful. His mind was nk, his heart pounding.


    So close, he could even hear Yuanyuan''s heartbeat, like a little drum beating away.


    Had his stern father closed the door? Would hee over? Wangqi wasn''t afraid, nor did he care. He just wanted to kiss her once, no, a thousand times.


    "Hurry up and go upstairs," Yuanyuan said, hitting him. Wangqi simply picked up his sister horizontally, and as they turned the corner, her forehead bumped into the wall with a thud. As the two of them went upstairs, a huge light bulb, Xiong Zhuang, was actually standing at the stairwell, staring in astonishment. He was wide-eyed with surprise.


    Yuanyuan was startled, went back to her room, and mmed the door shut with a bang.


    Yan Wangqi, after delivering a hard punch to Xiong Zhuang, returned to his room and began pacing back and forth like a caged beast.


    Marry, he wants to get married tomorrow.


    He is moving out to live with Yuanyuan!


    He ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????wants to kiss the round little mouth every day, no, a hundred thousand times!


    ......


    Yan Zhao returned to the bedroom, where Chen Men was still reviewing her ounts for her uing IPO.


    She was different from others. If going public in Hua Country was difficult, they would go abroad or to Hong Kong. But if they went public domestically, they wouldn''t earn as much in terms of financing and channels as they would abroad. However, from internal management to policies, the country would support them. While thepany might not make a lot of money in the short term, its longevity would be greater, and its existence wouldst longer.


    These days, Chen Men had been so busy that her eyesight was gradually deteriorating, and she had to wear sses to read documents.


    Seeing Yan Zhao looking unhappy, she took off her sses and asked, "What''s wrong?"


    Yan Zhao noticed his wife''s dark circles and turned to look at the makeup table. Her eye cream was still in the same spot where he had arranged it in the morning, clearly, she had forgotten to apply it again.


    He was a man, so his appearance didn''t matter much, but Chen Men was very particr about her beauty. Normally, she never forgot to apply eye cream, but now she had forgotten, which showed just how busy she had been recently.


    Taking the eye cream, he applied it for Chen Men and said, "Yan Wangqi grew up at his grandmother''s house, and his living environment was extremelyplex, which cultivated a habit of observing life at all times. When ordinary people look at someone, they see just a person, but he''s different. From a young age, he was surrounded by all sorts of people¡ªgangsters, hooligans¡ªand almost everyone was against him. So, he has a kind of instinctive reaction. Whenever he sees someone, he ssifies them as an enemy and tries to grasp everything about them from head to toe. He''s naturally gifted for reconnaissance work, but he has no ideals or ambitions, only a desire to make money. It''s such a pity."


    From a young age, Yan Zhao had hoped that his eldest son would follow in his footsteps and join the public security force. But his son had no ambitions, only a single-minded focus on money.


    Now, several of thepanies he had invested in had gone public, and he owned shares, which meant money that was constantly growing.


    He already had money.


    From now on, if he was willing, with a graduate degree, he could take the recruitment exam for the public security system. As long as he qualified in all aspects, except for being a criminal police officer, he could do anything else.


    Moreover, the country was currently facing its most severe problem: corruption. After more than 20 years of rapid economic development, the country was at a critical juncture where, if anti-corruption efforts weren''t intensified, it could lead to national copse.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Yuanyuan had a natural acumen in reconnaissance and was handsome, with a friendly and amiable personality. To be more realistic, with Yan Peiheng and Yan Zhao backing him, even if someone wanted to bring him down, no one could. So, at a time when the country was facing severe difficulties in anti-corruption work, if Yuanyuan was willing to take a position somewhere and work on anti-corruption efforts, it would be very suitable.


    But he had no awareness of this and even resisted public office. He was the kind of person who just wanted to focus on himself.


    But was the current national situation one where you could just focus on yourself?


    Yan Zhao was very frustrated but didn''t know what to do.


    Chen Men closed her eyes and, after Yan Zhao finished applying the eye cream, said, "Yuanyuan''s hukou has already been transferred out. Why not let the kids get married? People''s mindset changes after they get married. Don''t you think so?"


    When people are single, they only think about living well for themselves.


    But after marriage, they begin to realize their family responsibilities.


    And many people only realize their social responsibilities after having children.


    Human growth happens step by step.


    Yan Zhao turned his head to look at his wife, slowlyy down beside her, and ced her head on his arm. Half-believing, he asked, "Really?"


    "Let''s try it and see if it works," Chen Men said with a smile, closing her eyes.


    Regarding Yuanyuan''s household registration issue, here''s what happened: Ever since Yan Xishan recognized his biological father, he had been acting as the elder brother, coaxing his younger brothers while secretly developing the jade mine. His intention was, of course, not to inform anyone about the jade mine and to monopolize the wealth.


    But Chen Men had experienced many things in her previous life and had some vague understanding of Ka Nan. She advised Yan Xishan to make the jade mine public and transparent, suggesting that the whole family work together on it. She pointed out that his brothers and nephews were all good people and that keeping the jade mine a secret could lead to family conflicts and even ethnic tensions.


    In the end, Chen Men made Yan Xishan publicize the jade mine as a condition for transferring Yuanyuan''s household registration.


    For Yan Xishan, a wealthy man, having a daughter who had been a child star and had graduated from Tsinghua University before working at the Life Science Research Institute was more valuable than money. Therefore, he chose to make the jade mine public and coborate with his brothers in its development.


    Of course, he didn''t make as much money as he would have alone, but recently, the Ka Nan government awarded Yan Xishan an honorary medal for promoting ethnic harmony and progress. That medal could help him a lot in his bid to be a national people''s congress representative. So now, Yuanyuan''s household registration was with Yan Xishan''s family, and because of Yan Xishan''s identity, this even made it into the ethnic newspaper in Ka Nan.


    In Chen Men''s opinion, the timing for the two kids to get married was right.


    But there was one thing: even she, Yuanyuan''s closest rtive, didn''t know if Yuanyuan truly loved Yuanyuan.


    Was it sibling love?


    Or had it developed into a romantic rtionship?


    Yan Zhao: I''ll do everything I can to steer him onto the right path, wu~~


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 Chapter 171

    <h1>Chapter 171</h1>


    The next day, the disciplinary inspection team officiallyunched an investigation into Wang Lin, the head of the Quality Supervision Station.


    Everyone in the Quality Supervision Station had to undergo investigation, so Little Wang couldn''t pick up Yuanyuan.


    Yuanyuan had to squeeze onto the subway and head home early because, ording to the schedule, the confirmation call for her purchase of the second batch of Olympic Opening Ceremony tickets shoulde today.


    She had bought one A-ss seat and two B-ss seats, one for each of the three family members. She didn''t buy tickets for Little Lang and Yan Zhao because Yan Zhao would be on duty at the ceremony, and Little Lang was serving in the Snow Wolf Assault Team responsible for Olympic security, so he didn''t need a ticket.


    She had left her mobile number and the homendline, fearing that the organizingmittee might call the house directly, so she had to stay home and wait.


    However, as soon as she walked in the door, Chen Men said, "Yuanyuan, Jim just came by and wanted to give you three VIP tickets for the Opening Ceremony. He said you haven''t been answering his calls, and since he has a performance, he had to leave first. He asked me to ask you what''s going on."


    Yuanyuan ced her phone next to thendline and focused on waiting for the call. She casually replied, "Mom, we don''t need Jim''s tickets. I''ll get you an A-ss seat, and Little Wang and I will sit in B-ss seats."


    "VIP seats are the best, you know. Jim got them because he''s a specially invited violinist for the ceremony. He''s your brother, so if he wants to give them to you, just take them. Why not?" Chen Men said.


    Yuanyuan replied, "Mom, you used to say that if you don''t like a boy, don''t give him any hints that might make him think he has a chance. Jim wants to pursue me, but I don''t like him. I have someone I like. I''ll buy my own tickets so he won''t misunderstand me."


    "You know Jim likes you, but do you know John also likes you?" Chen Men asked again.


    Yuanyuan said, "Of course, so whenever he helps me, I always find a way to repay him."


    Chen Men was stunned.


    She had always thought her youngest daughter was clueless about love.


    Now she realized that the girl, though she didn''t talk about it, was very clear in her mind.


    No wonder Yuanyuan refused Jim''s tickets. Even when she asked John for a small favor, she would repay him by washing his car or cleaning his high-rise apartment.


    She treated John and Jim the same as Little Wang, just nominal siblings.


    And Jim and John, whether it was topete with Little Wang, because Yuanyuan had a substantial fortune, or because they genuinely liked her, had been expressing their intentions to pursue her in various ways.


    However, Yuanyuan always reciprocated politely and kept a clear boundary, giving them no opportunity.


    Chen Men had always thought Yuanyuan hadn''t grown up and didn''t understand who she liked, but now it seemed she already had someone in her heart. She asked, "Do you have someone you like? Where is he?"


    It must be Little Wang, so she could just ask directly.


    Yuanyuan looked up, unable to hide the smile at the corner of her mouth, and frankly said, "Yes, it''s Yan Wangqi. Mom, I want to marry my brother. Is that okay?"


    Seeing Chen Men didn''t respond, Yuanyuan raised her hand and said, "Mom, this is my own choice. I promise I''ll live a good life and not let you worry. If anyone in the courtyard gossips, Yan Wangqi and I will go exin together. I promise not to let the neighborsugh at you, okay?"


    Her words were straightforward and decisive.


    Chen Men was initially very surprised, but then she could understand.


    Although she had been spoiled by Yan Zhao all her life, Yuanyuan''s character hadn''t changed.


    She had always been a very decisive and brave girl, knowing what she wanted.


    In her previous life, even if she couldn''t get approval from Zhou Xueqin, she would still help Little Wang take care of Little Lang and stay with him. This life, she and Little Wang were fortunate not to have gone through too many hardships.


    But since she liked Little Wang and wanted to marry him, she would say it out loud and stand up to take on any gossip and trouble that mighte from marrying her brother.


    The little girl might seem a bit spoiled on the surface, but her nature hadn''t changed.


    She was inherently a strong-willed person, both in her previous life and this one.


    "It doesn''t matter who it is, as long as you like them. Even if you want to marry a frog, I''d be willing," Chen Men said sullenly.


    She had known this oue, but she couldn''t help feeling that her daughter was being a bit too proactive.


    From her daughter''s perspective, it was like giving in to Yan Wangqi too easily.


    He hadn''t even pursued Yuanyuan much, and she was already running off with him.


    Yuanyuan finally received the call from the Olympic organizingmittee to confirm the information.


    After confirming the details, she saw her mother looking at her, seemingly unhappy, and said, "Mom, some fairy tales have princes who were once frogs. What''s wrong with a frog? My brother is a frog, and I''d still marry him."


    This showed she had already liked Little Wang for a long time.


    The little girl was quite deep, hiding it so well that even Chen Men, her mother, hadn''t noticed.


    And how shameless the two kids were, how proactive Yuanyuan was¡ªthat night, Chen Men saw it with her own eyes.


    In the middle of the night, as soon as Little Wang came home, before he even entered the house, Yuanyuan ran out, hid behind the osmanthus tree, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.


    It was too much to watch, so Chen Men looked away.


    Since Yuanyuan had proactively brought up wanting to marry Little Wang, Chen Men, on behalf of Yan Zhao, agreed to the marriage. Of course, she also had to ask Yan Xishan and Zhou Xueqin for their opinions on the matter.


    Yan Xishan was currently at the jade factory in Kana, where the Kunlun jade was of pure quality and sold exceptionally well, not inferior to the profits from coal mining. He spent most of his time there overseeing the factory.


    Zhou Xueqin, on the other hand, had a benign breast tumor removed at the hospital a couple of years ago, but it had grown back, and this time it was malignant. She had cancer.


    Fortunately, she still had some unsold properties, so selling them would be enough to support her life and treatment.


    The next day, Chen Men called them separately to ask about their views on the marriage.


    Yan Xishan only replied, "As expected." He was more than happy to have Little Wang as his son-inw.


    Zhou Xueqin, who had been battling cancer for years and feared she might die, most wanted Little Wang and Little Lang to form families soon. Upon hearing that Little Wang was getting married, she immediately said, "That''s great! I''ll prepare a gift for him. My son is finally getting married."


    "The gift is unnecessary. If your health allows,e to the wedding," Chen Men said.


    This was just a polite gesture, as Zhou Xueqin was extremely afraid of death. Since discovering she had cancer, after each chemotherapy session, when the doctor advised her to leave the hospital and rest at home, she refused, fearing the illness might recur. She had been staying in the hospital.


    Chen Men guessed that even if she invited her, she wouldn''te.


    Sure enough, Zhou Xueqin said, "I won''t attend the wedding. If Little Wang and his new wife have time, they cane to Shanghai to see me. I''m being treated at Ruijin Hospital. I won''t leave the hospital until my cancer ispletely cured."


    It was May now.


    Chen Men was busy with herpany''s IPO and agreed to the marriage without further involvement.


    Little Wang, with no grand ambitions, just wanted to get married as soon as possible, so he took charge of organizing the wedding.


    The wedding was set for May 15th. Due to Yan Zhao and Yan Peiheng''s identities, they didn''t n a grand ceremony in the capital, but at the insistence of Mai Liye and Yan Xishan, they had to hold a wedding in Kana. Yan Xishan said he would marry his "princess" with the grandest ceremony ording to Kana customs.


    The Quality Supervision Bureau was currently undergoing a major anti-corruption purge, extremely busy, but Little Wang still took leave to go to Kana for the wedding.


    Yan Xishan not only mobilized dozens of nephews and cousins to prepare a grand wedding but also provided Little Wang with a pile of medicinal herbs, specifically stating that these were folk remedies he had heard about from various ces, known to help conceive boys.


    Of course, these weren''t for Yuanyuan; Yan Xishan wouldn''t dare harm his daughter''s body.


    They were specifically for men, so all the herbs were for Little Wang.


    If Little Wang was willing to take them and could conceive a son by next year, Yan Xishan solemnly promised to gift all his shares in the jade factory to his grandson.


    The dream of having a son was something Yan Xishan could no longer achieve, but he wanted Little Wang to carry on the legacy.


    He was unrelenting in his desire, and he wanted Little Wang to take the ry for him!


    Going to Kanan to get married, Little Wang and Yuanyuan had already gotten their marriage certificate, so of course, they could live together.


    Sleeping together was a much more delightful experience than just kissing.


    After being busy for several days due to the wedding preparations, any man would want to spend the night with his wife as soon as possible. However, Yan Xishan was like a stubborn piece of gum, holding a bowl of freshly brewed medicinal soup, following Little Wang step by step, not persuading, just smiling and gesturing for him to drink.


    If Little Wang were willing to drink this medicine, he wouldn''t be surnamed Yan anymore.


    "Uncle Yan, for me, having a boy or a girl is the same, but I prefer having a daughter. Please throw this medicine away; I won''t drink it," Little Wang had to be honest.


    "I like daughters too. If I didn''t like daughters, I would have given Zhaodi away when she was born. But I didn''t, precisely because I like daughters," Yan Xishan replied.


    Little Wang furrowed his brows: "Since you like daughters, why are you so insistent on having a son?"


    Yan Xishan sighed and said, "Yan Wangqi, you must have a son. Do you know why? I may not be a virtuous coal boss, but I am extremely pessimistic about the current state of society. I try to be a decent person, but do you know how much money the industrial andmercial taxes, plus environmental protection, extort from Xishan Company and Kanan Jade Factory every year? Weply with thew, but those officials from the industrial andmercial taxes, quality supervision, and environmental protection always find ways to pick faults and extort money from us. For example, if there''s a problem with our Xishan Company, I''m willing to ept the fine. But when they deliberately find faults and demand bribes, I refuse. Civil servants are supposed to serve the people, aren''t they? When government offices be personal piggy banks, what future does this society have?"


    So, Yan Xishan''s pessimism stems from his belief that society, following the current trajectory, will only get worse, not better.


    Having a son, no matter how chaotic society bes, would be less of a worry, as sons are sturdy and resilient.


    Little Wang took the bowl of medicinal soup from Yan Xishan, went into the room, and poured it down the toilet.


    At that moment, he consoled himself, at least the quality supervision bureau was undergoing a major purge.


    After a thorough investigation by the disciplinary inspectionmittee, the quality supervision bureau had been infused with new blood, and the atmosphere should bepletely renewed from now on.


    However, ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????upon returning from Kanan and reporting to work on the first day, Little Wang just stepped into the office when he saw Deputy Station Chief Sun Wang standing in his office, chatting amiably with Xiong Zhuang.


    Sun Wang had recently been wearing a Patek Philippe, but now he had switched to a fake watch worth just a few tens of dors.


    The tea he used to drink was expensive, costing several thousand yuan per jin, but now he had discarded that and switched to cheap loose tea worth just a few tens of yuan. He still wore a smile on his face, nodding to Little Wang and saying, "Congrattions on your new marriage, young man. Marriage is a major life event. How about treating the whole station to a dinner tonight? We''ve all prepared red envelopes for you."


    Little Wang nodded, and after Sun Wang left, he quietly asked Xiong Zhuang, "What''s going on? Why isn''t Sun Wang in custody?"


    "In custody? The disciplinary inspectionmittee found nothing at his home, and in terms of work, he''s always been a cker, never signing any quality supervision audit reports. Since he never signed anything, how could there be any mistakes? And rumor has it that his father-inw worked in the political and legalmittee and has connections, so he got him out. Now, he''s our station chief," Xiong Zhuang exined.


    Little Wang was dumbfounded. The supervisory department had shown determination and was willing to take strong action against corruption.


    However, as the saying goes, "where there''s an upper policy, there''s a lower countermeasure." Sun Wang, with both ability and connections, was not easy to bring down.


    And with a new leaderes a new style. Even though the disciplinary inspectionmittee had conducted a major crackdown, corruption couldn''t be done openly anymore. But would Sun Wang restrain himself? No, he wouldn''t. During lunch, Little Wang personally saw Sun Wang get into a Maybach. Even for an ordinary lunch, he was picked up in a Maybach.


    In the afternoon, as soon as Sun Wang entered the office, he handed Xiong Zhuang a "Quality Supervision eptance Form" and asked Little Wang to sign it, saying, "Comrade Yan Wangqi, I''ve already inspected this project, and it''s mostly qualified. Just sign here, and this project''s sess will be attributed to you."


    What sess? This was him taking the benefits while letting his subordinates take the me.


    "That''s not right, Chief. We haven''t used any instruments, nor have we visited the project site to see how it''s going. How can we sign without knowing anything?" Little Wang stood up and asked.


    Sun Wang smiled and said, "Little Yan, I know you have a strong backing. I also know that your father and grandfather worked their entire lives without making much money. They sent you to the quality supervision station to gain something here. Your grandfather and father worked for the party and the country their whole lives; the country should repay them in some way. Signing this project is your achievement. After a few years of experience, the deputy station chief''s position will be yours. Then, you can..."


    As he spoke, he opened the "Quality Supervision eptance Form" and revealed a stack of money underneath¡ªfifty thousand yuan.


    Xiong Zhuang, who shared the office with Little Wang, looked up at him.


    Xiong Zhuang had no grand ambitions; he just wanted to follow Little Wang. Whether Little Wang went into business or worked at the quality supervision station, he followed. But he couldn''t stand the current atmosphere at the quality supervision station, so he angrily snapped his pen in half with a loud crack.


    Even after a severe crackdown by the disciplinary inspectionmittee, the quality supervision work was still measured by money.


    Xiong Zhuang thought this situation was simply terrible.


    Angry, his chest filled with fury.


    Little Wang, on the other hand, lowered his head and stared at the newspaper in front of him.


    The newspaper read: "2007 Civil Service Recruitment Announcement for Various Government Departments in the Capital."


    Suddenly, he looked up and said, "Station Chief Sun, you can have someone else do the work. I''m resigning. I''m not doing this anymore."


    "What''s wrong with you, kid? Your father and grandfather sent you here to work, giving you a golden rice bowl. How can you just quit?" Sun Wang asked in surprise.


    Little Wang pointed at the recruitment announcement in the newspaper, his finger resting under the word "Disciplinary Inspection Department," and said, "I''m going to take the civil service exam."


    Xiong Zhuang quickly added, "Me too."


    Sun Wang immediatelyughed: "Alright, alright. Your ambition to take the civil service exam is very grand, and I fully support it. But don''t resign yet. I''ll give you a sick leave. If you don''t pass, you can stille back to work, right?"


    In his heart, however, he was sneering.


    How difficult is it to pass the civil service exam in the capital?


    Yan Wangqi may have a strong backing, but is that enough to pass the civil service exam?


    Most people with iron-d connections still fail at the written exam stage.


    Yan Wangqi was smart and didn''t want to be manipted by him. This was an attempt to take the civil service exam to advance further.


    Moreover, he was dissatisfied with the current corrupt atmosphere in the Chinese bureaucratic system and probably wanted to join the Disciplinary Inspection Department to make a difference.


    But Sun Wang was well-versed in the art of bureaucracy. He had connections and had seen how idealistic young people, fresh out of school, were gradually ground down by reality, losing their ideals, reaching despair, and eventuallypromising, choosing to go along with the corrupt system.


    So he was veryposed, not offending the two young men, smiling as he saw them off from the quality supervision station, and waving to them: "If you don''t pass, don''t worry. I''ll keep your positions open at the quality supervision station."


    As they left the quality supervision station, Xiong Zhuang asked Little Wang, "Are we really going to take the civil service exam? I heard it''s extremely difficult to pass, and the Disciplinary Inspection Department is only recruiting three people this year. How many people will apply? Can we even pass?"


    "If I don''t pass, I won''t be surnamed Yan, not the grandson of Yan Peiheng, nor the son of Yan Zhao," Little Wang suddenly grinned. "Don''t you see? Right now, just standing here, I''m already a disgrace to my father and grandfather."


    Yan Wangqi had a grandfather with a strong work ethic, who had worked diligently and impably throughout his life, and a father who was feared throughout the public security system as the "Living King of Hell."


    He also had a mother who didn''t evade taxes, and during the mass closure of military factories, she managed to save two of them, providing jobs for over a thousand retired servicemen.


    They stood behind Yan Wangqi.


    They were Yan Wangqi''s strongest backing, the most formidable support in this country, yet what was he doing? He was in a small quality inspection station, colluding with a group of corrupt,zy, and neglectful officials.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    If he really took that fifty thousand yuan, he wouldn''t just be disgracing himself; he would be disgracing Yan Peiheng, Yan Zhao, and Chen Men. And even if he didn''t take the money, by choosing to turn a blind eye to all the injustices in reality, others would perceive it as the attitude of his parents and grandfather.


    It was because of Yan Wangqi''s indifference that Sun Wang became so brazen.


    That scoundrel dared to bring fifty thousand yuan, trying to drag him down.


    Yan Peiheng lived a life of integrity, and Yan Zhao had worked tirelessly over the years.


    But in the eyes of a scoundrel like Sun Wang, all their lifelong achievements were worth just fifty thousand yuan?


    A while ago, when Director Qi mentioned that the Chinese nation was at its most perilous moment, Little Wang felt nothing. But now, he was truly enraged. There''s an old saying: "The rise and fall of a nation is the responsibility of every citizen."


    Once, Little Wang could have been just an ordinary citizen because all he wanted was to get married and live a small, cozy life with his partner.


    But even someone like Yan Xishan, who thrived in society, felt there was no light or hope in the world. How could Little Wang then live a peaceful life with his small world?


    The threshold for joining the inspection department as a civil servant wasn''t high; a bachelor''s degree was sufficient to apply.


    Both Little Wang and Xiong Zhuang had master''s degrees from Germany. When filling out the application forms, they needed to provide their school information and academic records. After applying, they could return to study and wait for the exam.


    With the inte being so advanced, the two searched for some preparation materials online, bought some supplementary materials, and then Xiong Zhuang went back to his rented apartment, while Little Wang went home. They officially began their review and preparation.


    Yuanyuan''s work had been less busytely, and Little Wang was in a rtively idle department.


    The couple had just gotten married and moved out. In the evenings, Yuanyuan wanted to go to bed early, but she found that not only had Little Wang taken leave, but he was also seriously reading a stack of "Beijing Civil Service Recruitment Exam Specialized Textbooks."


    "Brother, you already have a job, why are you studying this?" Yuanyuan asked in surprise.


    Little Wang flipped a page and leaned his head on Yuanyuan''s shoulder. "I''ve already applied. The exam is on July 20th. I have 55 days to study."


    To make it morefortable for her brother to lean on her, Yuanyuan adjusted her posture but still had to advise him, "Brother, even though there''s more than a month from application to the exam, most people preparing for the civil service start studying a year, or even two or three years in advance. And the civil service exam is really tough. Even the least popr positions have a 1/300 eptance rate. Just think about how difficult that is. With only a month left, you''re cramming now. Do you really think you can pass?"


    Little Wang flipped another page and kissed Yuanyuan. "What I''m best at is cramming at thest minute."


    From childhood to adulthood, he only liked making money through side hustles and always crammed for exams at thest minute, yet he always ranked at the top.


    Cramming before exams was Little Wang''s usual tactic, and it never failed.


    However, Yuanyuan didn''t believe Little Wang could pass the written exam.


    After all, taking the civil service exam in the capital was like fighting your way out of a massive crowd.


    "Then study, I''m going to sleep," she said.


    Little Wang was probably just joking around. Yuanyuan stretched her foot to tickle Little Wang''s leg. "If you don''t want to work at the quality inspection station, go into business. You love making money the most. Let''s go to sleep now, okay?"


    Little Wang kissed Yuanyuan again, then saw her white chest under the summer nket and almost couldn''t resist. He suddenly sat up. "You go to sleep first. I''ll sleep in the next room. We''ll sleep together after the exam."


    Anything that was done, had to be done well.


    That was what Yan Zhao taught Little Wang when he was very young.


    Ten years ago, during the Yangtze River flood, Little Wang had seen soldiers jumping into the raging river, one after another, like dumplings in boiling water, linking arms to resist the flood. At that time, he was busy making a fortune during the national crisis, earning seventy thousand yuan in just three days, his mouth wide withughter. Then, he was stunned by those soldiers who jumped into the river without hesitation. He never thought anyone would jump into the Yangtze to stop the flood.


    But he had seen it with his own eyes. The soldiers, one by one, blocked the flood with their bodies.


    At that moment, Yan Wangqi saw the selfishness and baseness in his own heart. So he donated all the money he had earned and even Chen Men''s seventy thousand yuan.


    He only returned that money to Chen Menst year.


    And today, he was spurred on by Sun Wang''s indifferent attitude. Corruption was like an unstoppable flood, and he, like the first soldier who jumped into the Yangtze in front of him, would be the first to jump into this flood.


    He wasn''t alone; he had Xiong Zhuang. Hand in hand, they would eventually form a human barrier against this flood.


    After a few days, seeing that Little Wang was serious about his preparations, Yuanyuan took on the household chores.


    After all, when she wanted to apply for Tsinghua University, her ideal might have beenughable, but her brother had supported her. Now, she should support him.


    To avoid unnecessary worry in case he didn''t pass, Yuanyuan and Little Wang tacitly didn''t tell anyone.


    Even Yan Zhao and Chen Men didn''t know about Little Wang''s civil service exam.


    Little Wang''s cramming tactics, which had always worked in the past, did so again this time.


    Although he only studied for 55 days, Little Wang surprisingly ranked third in the written exam.


    Next came the interview.


    Perhaps it was fate.


    Yan Wangqi had always liked making money, and no matter how hard his father tried, he couldn''t get his son to follow the path he wanted. But Little Wang, struggling in the flow of fate, eventually found a path that made Yan Zhao most gratified.


    During the interview, Director Qi, who was once the Minister of Public Security and is now the Director of the Inspection Department, happened to be one of the interviewers.


    There were also professional ability tests, physical examinations, and investigations.


    The civil service exam was indeed difficult, but after oveing five hurdles and six challenges, Little Wang managed to pass them all.


    Yan Zhao learned that his son had passed the civil service exam for the Inspection Department when the organization department came to visit the primary leadership residence for individual talks.


    The two colleagues from the organization department were people Yan Zhao knew.


    They visited Minister Cui''s home, Commander Wang''s home, and the neighborhood office. Everywhere they went, they heard nothing but praise for Yan Wangqi. After the visit, they headed to Xiping City, to the East Middle School, to investigate Little Wang''s high school record. They would also send a letter to the embassy in Germany to investigate Little Wang''s situation there.


    As long as Little Wang was willing to work hard, there was no issue with his family background that would hold him back.


    So at this moment, Yan Zhao knew his son would definitely pass.


    The final announcement result showed that Xiong Zhuang failed the interview and would have to take the exam again next year, while Yan Wangqi was admitted.


    A few monthster, when he returned to his original unit, Yan Wangqi had already be an employee of the Inspection Department.


    Smiling, he shook hands with his old leader Sun Wang, returning as a representative of the Commission for Discipline Inspection and Supervision, to investigate Sun Wang based on public reports.


    ...


    That evening, Little Wang and Yuanyuan were going to have dinner at the small red building.


    Yan Zhao knew Little Wang loved sour and spicy handmade noodles, so he personally made them.


    The chili oil and vinegar were on the table, but Little Wang today only added chili oil and didn''t add vinegar. He just ate the noodles with in broth?


    "Add some vinegar and chili oil; otherwise, the food won''t have any vor," Yan Zhao advised his son.


    Little Wang frowned and shook his head, adamant about not eating.


    "How did this child''s taste change? He doesn''t eat spicy or sour food anymore. Yuanyuan, has Little Wang been feeling unwell recently?" Chen Men pressed further.


    Yuanyuan looked at Little Wang with sympathy and said, "My dad keeps calling him, urging him to eat more chili and vinegar, saying that ''sour sons and spicy daughters'' will bring him twins. He got so annoyed that he stopped eating vinegar and chili altogether."


    Yan Zhao and Chen Men exchanged nces.


    So, Yan Xishan''s unrelenting desire to have a son has now been pinned entirely on Little Wang?


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