"That's not it."

After a pause, Gao Fei looked at Jiang Yuman and said, "I told you before, do you remember?"

As they stared at each other, Jiang Yuman was struck by a sudden realization. "You mean..."

Seeing that she understood, Gao Fei retracted his gaze and stared at the ground, "This time he actually came to Beijing because of the flood, and he was the one who sent my dad to the hospital."

After returning from abroad, Gao Fei had gradually forgotten about the incident and was no longer as eager to go there again as when he first came back.

However, life is so dramatic that the two met unexpectedly in the hospital.

She sadly discovered that even after so much time had passed, her heart still beat fast when she saw him.

"You two are quite compatible," Jiang Yuman reasoned. "There aren't many people coming from outside Xinjiang. He must be worried about you, too."

Gao Fei lowered his head, obviously uneasy.

After taking the water cup back, Jiang Yuman sat for a while before coming out of the ward with Fu Jingchen.

On the way, she concealed her personal feelings for Gao Fei and said that someone had carried President Gao to the hospital.

"I saw him," Fu Jingchen said, "it's Chu Wensu."

Chu Wensu?

Jiang Yuman was stunned for a moment before she remembered this person. It was Brother Chu Wenzhou.

Her mood suddenly became complicated. Although Chu Wensu was incompatible with the entire Chu family, as long as he had the surname Chu, he would always have to bear a bad reputation.

Chu Wensu probably doesn't want to implicate Gao Fei.

But in fact, as long as you are in the army, everything depends on your ability. Although family influence exists, it is not a decisive factor. Just like when the Fu family was not redressed, Fu Jingchen could also turn things around on his own.

Thinking about this, Jiang Yuman's eyes were always on Fu Jingchen.

When she came to her senses, the car had already stopped at the gate of the General Military Region Art Troupe. Fu Jingchen turned around and asked her, "When will Xiaoyi finish school this afternoon?"

Jiang Yuman said a time and chuckled, "I thought you weren't uncomfortable."

"How is that possible?" Fu Jingchen curled his lips, "Dad is the one who suffers the most. I just passed by and saw him standing in the kindergarten."

Jiang Yuman had been lost in thought and hadn't noticed. Upon hearing this, she couldn't help but laugh and say, "Isn't he going to spend half a day in the army and half a day looking after his grandson?"

Fu Jingchen didn't say anything, he didn't dare to guarantee it.

"Okay, I'm going to get busy first. Come pick me up early this afternoon, and we'll go pick up Xiaoyi together."

"good."

Thinking about Xiaoyi's first day of school, Jiang Yuman looked at the time frequently in the afternoon. This was the first time she was so restless.

When the time came, I walked to the door and saw Fu Jingchen was there as expected.

The couple hurriedly drove to the kindergarten, but the teacher said that Fu Siyi had already been picked up.

"Little Yi's grandfather came very early this afternoon," the teacher said with a smile. "He stood for a long time this morning too. He really loves the child."

Jiang Yuman couldn't help laughing. When she returned home, Xiaoyi saw her and pouted, blaming them for not coming to pick him up first.

The two looked at their son carefully and felt relieved when they saw that his eyes were not red.

He was really easy to coax. He would just say "Mom was wrong" and then Dad would hold him and sit on his shoulders, and he would reluctantly forgive them.

"Dad," Jiang Yuman said after coaxing the child into giving him a good rest. She went to the kitchen to make some pear soup and said to Qin Dongling, "Take care of yourself. You don't have to wait outside the door all the time. He's doing well, isn't he?"

"I'm always worried." Qin Dongling said.

Of course, there was a deeper reason: he had never raised a child before and felt he owed it to his daughter. Watching his grandson go to kindergarten was like raising his own daughter all over again.