Shen Yanming asked, "Do you know how she is now?" It seemed that his wife hadn't contacted those friends for a long time.

Bi Qiaoan turned to look at him and said, "Shanshan went home. She went back to her hometown when the land was distributed to individual households. I heard she married a local guard and is doing well. But after this tsunami, we've completely lost contact with her."

As for Sister Wen Nuan, let's not even mention her.

"What's wrong?"

Bi Qiaoan sighed: "The wife of that guy at her workplace made a scene several times, and they eventually got divorced. But even after the divorce, she didn't stop. She would often go over and harass Song Wenwen, ruining her reputation terribly."

Sister Wen Nuan got angry and said directly: "So what if I like him? You're already divorced anyway!" Because of this sentence, she married Wei Liang.

Their colleagues were moved by the hardships their relationship had faced and even took a day off to attend their wedding. But their youngest child at home was a handful, already spoiled by his mother.

The couple had a good relationship, but their stepson often caused problems.

Bi Qiaoan reached out and hugged Shen Yanming's waist, saying with deep emotion, "Being a stepmother is not easy. You can't be too lenient or too harsh. Sister Wen Nuan is also a soft-hearted person, and she will only endure the grievances herself."

I initially disapproved of their marriage, but she was determined, so I couldn't forcefully stop her. After the marriage, we both started our own families and haven't kept in touch much. But I can imagine her life hasn't been easy.

Shen Yanming patted Bi Qiaoan's head: "If we have the chance to meet again in the future, we'll lend a hand."

Bi Qiaoan nodded, but in her heart she was thinking, "I don't know when we'll meet again."

But to her surprise, things turned out to be quite a coincidence. Three days later, Shen Yanming actually ran into Song Wenuan.

It was also because of Li Zhaozhao that Shen Yanming lost heart and sent out his guard team early the next morning to look for a suitable warehouse.

He searched for two or three days but found nothing. It's hard to find a warehouse that can avoid a tsunami even when it's not snowing, let alone when it's snowing. It's even more difficult.

But Shen Yanming was preoccupied with other things and couldn't wait for spring to arrive. He left home early every morning and returned before sunset.

He returned home early that day. As he passed through Section C, he saw a slender woman hurrying back.

Normally, Shen Yanming wouldn't have paid any attention to it. But just two days ago, he had been talking to his wife about her two sisters, and as they passed each other, he noticed that this woman looked remarkably like Song Wenuan, the woman his wife had mentioned.

Shen Yanming frowned, stopped in his tracks, and after hesitating for a long time, followed after him.

"How is Niu Niu?" Song Wenwen's voice was choked with sobs.

Wei Liang felt very guilty and hugged the little girl, saying, "Your fever hasn't gone down yet. Wen Nuan, I'm so sorry!"

Upon hearing this, Song Wenwen burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably: "You always say sorry, but when have you ever been truly worthy of my trust?"

I've been good enough to him, but how has he treated me and my daughter? I scrimped and saved to make sure he was well-fed and clothed, just because I'm his stepmother and afraid of what others would say. But what has he done? He eats my food, wears my clothes, and even lays hands on my daughter.

Wei Liang, I'm very sad. If this problem can't be solved, then let's get a divorce.

Wei Liang felt powerless. He couldn't bear to get a divorce.

Song Wenwen is truly a good person, both to him and to his son. But that boy is his own flesh and blood, and he cannot abandon him.

Before the tsunami, he could have sent the child to his ex-wife. But now, his ex-wife is missing. If he doesn't take care of him, how will that kid survive?

Song Wenwen waited for a long time without receiving a response, and her heart sank. Just as she was about to say something harsh, she heard a "thud" at the door, as if something had hit her.

Song Wenwen was startled. She got up and opened the door, only to find a cloth bag placed at the doorway.

She picked it up and looked inside. There was a bag of rice, a bag of red dates, a can of meat, several packets of Chinese medicine, and a strip of fever reducer.

There was also a note in the bag that read, "This is for Niu Niu. I hope she recovers soon." The back of the note contained instructions on how to prepare the traditional Chinese medicine and its effects.

Song Wennuan's tears flowed uncontrollably. She hadn't expected that the warmth from a stranger would be stronger than that from her own husband.

She didn't suspect that someone wanted to harm her. After all, she had nothing, and she wasn't even qualified to be schemed against.

"What's wrong?" Wei Liang asked as he walked over.

Song Wenwen subconsciously hid the things behind her back: "A kind person gave them to Niu Niu." The subtext was, your son doesn't get any.

Wei Liang opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't say anything.

Shen Yanming tiptoed away after the two closed the door.

He didn't plan to show himself because outsiders couldn't help with this kind of thing. Besides, he didn't want to cause trouble for his wife. From now on, he'd just come and check on her every now and then.

When Shen Yanming returned home, he gently knocked on the door and saw Bi Qiaoan smiling as she opened it for him.

"You're back? Come in and warm up!"

Shen Yanming removed his hat, scarf, and gloves, took the hot towel from Bi Qiaoan to wipe his hands and face, and then sat down next to the stove.

"How did it go? Was it successful?"

Shen Yanming shook his head: "They're hard to find."

Bi Qiaoan knew this would happen. "Maybe we should just forget about it and wait until it gets warmer."

Shen Yanming really didn't want to get involved with certain people anymore, so he shook his head and said, "Let me see how things go."

Bi Qiaoan didn't stop them, and after the family of four finished dinner, they went to rest.

For the next few days, Shen Yanming went out to search for the warehouse every day, but each time he returned empty-handed.

Just as he was about to give up, looking at the small hill in front of him, an idea came to mind.

If we dig a warehouse in the mountains, that should be possible, right?

Shen Yanming gave himself a mental thumbs up, circled the mountain, and found a cave to go inside.

Then he took out tools from the space and started digging a hole. He didn't dig around or to the bottom, but rather from above.

Come to think of it, it was by chance that he stumbled into that secret passage and got the inspiration.

Shen Yanming had a spatial dimension, so there was no problem transporting soil and rocks, which brought him a lot of convenience. However, in temperatures of minus thirty or forty degrees Celsius, the mountains were frozen solid, making it very difficult to dig a tunnel.

He worked for a long time before he finally managed to dig a little bit through. Seeing that it was getting late, Shen Yanming went straight into his spatial dimension and used the spatial passage to have his wife release him.

He planned to travel back and forth between the mountain and the guard team for a period of time, otherwise he would waste a lot of time on the road every day.

Bi Qiaoan was surprised for a moment when her husband suddenly appeared. After releasing him, Shen Yanming explained everything before she could ask.

"Will this work? No need to register when entering and leaving the guard post?"

Shen Yanming smiled and said, "It was cold, so I told the guards I was on duty and went out. It was just in time for the shift change, so the checkpoints weren't as strict."