More important than their words is their identity.

"This female writer, who writes under the pen name Xianghe, has a husband who is the editor-in-chief of Fengguang Publishing House, the largest publishing house in Guangbei."

On the way to the Marshal's Mansion, Hua Rong explained to Fang Xinsheng things that he didn't need to know.

“I understand.” Fang Xinsheng’s eyes shone brightly.

Hua Rong chuckled softly, her eyes gentle: "What have you realized?"

"Because her husband is the editor-in-chief of a publishing house, it's like she's entered the literary circle in another way. Just because of this identity, people in the literary circle have to give her face."

At this point, a hint of sarcasm flashed in Fang Xinsheng's eyes.

"In addition to her inflammatory and brainwashing writings, she will gain even more respect."

Hua Rong looked at Fang Xinsheng's expression and said, "You seem very dissatisfied."

Fang Xinsheng shook his head: "This matter has nothing to do with me, so I don't have any complaints. I just really want to laugh."

"Want to laugh? Do you think Xianghe's writing is bad?"

Fang Xinsheng nodded: "It's more than bad. The fact that her writing could be published is a tragedy for the literary world."

Fang Xinsheng believes that Xiang He's writings are inflammatory.

This is an extreme denigration of women!

Fang Xinsheng only knew that if his mother were like the female protagonists and supporting characters in Xiang Hewen's novels, he would feel sorry for her.

Hua Rong was somewhat surprised, not expecting Fang Xinsheng to say something like that.

"If you knew that this novelist, who is admired by the world, actually became a mistress, you would probably laugh even more. Of course, you should understand what a mistress means, right?"

Fang Xinsheng was very surprised; he never expected such a thing to happen.

"Isn't that editor-in-chief a writer?"

Why would a scholar choose to abandon his wife and children to be with a mistress?

Moreover, as the editor-in-chief of the largest publishing house today, he can almost be considered an outstanding representative of intellectuals.

How could someone like that do such a disgusting thing?

Fang Xinsheng felt as if his entire worldview had been completely overturned.

It made him feel nauseous.

Hua Rong smiled, looking at Fang Xinsheng with the same gaze one would give an innocent child.

"Can't you understand? Actually, this is very easy to understand. Think about your father. Wasn't he a scholar?"

Hua Rong wasn't very familiar with the Lin family.

Whether it's that lifetime or this lifetime.

To him, the Lin family wasn't even a stranger.

However, judging from Lin's father's demeanor, he was not an incompetent fool.

A true idiot can be identified by looking at Fang Shikai.

Therefore, their Lin family ancestors must have been very wealthy.

There's a saying I think you should know: "The most righteous are often from humble backgrounds, while the most ungrateful are often scholars!"

Upon hearing Hua Rong's words, Fang Xinsheng fell silent.

He waited for a while before asking, "Is it Shi Ling'er? Is she the same way?"

Fang Xinsheng felt he could no longer look directly at the people he knew.

If a scholar, a representative of intellectuals, can do such disgusting things, then what is there to look forward to?

Hua Rong seemed to know what he was thinking. Her tone was somewhat elusive: "Shi Ling'er is talented. She studied abroad and is well-educated. Her writing may not be suitable for us men, but it certainly has a lot of flavor."

"Compared to Xianghe, Te is the true intellectual of this era. And you don't need to have any negative feelings towards intellectuals; not everyone is like Xianghe and her husband."

"I once heard a saying, 'I will face a thousand pointing fingers with a cold eye, and bow my head to serve the people like an ox.' These words were written by a scholar."

"Who is it?" Fang Xinsheng was also surprised that someone could write such words.

Hua Rong shook his head. "One day you'll know his name."

As they spoke, the two had already arrived at the Marshal's Mansion.

Before Hua Rong could even speak, the two guards standing at the door saw him.

The two men's eyes lit up, and they stepped forward a few paces, giving a military salute: "Young Marshal!"

Hua Rong felt a pang of nostalgia when she saw their military uniforms.

He hadn't worn this military uniform for over a year.

Even now, I still miss it very much.

He nodded and returned a military salute: "Go back to your posts. Thank you for your hard work!"

The two soldiers blushed slightly at Hua Rong's words.

He raised his head and stood ramrod straight: "Serving the Commander-in-Chief is no hardship!"

Hua Rong smiled slightly and pulled Fang Xinsheng towards the Marshal's Mansion.

Fang Xinsheng looked at the two soldiers, a certain gleam in his eyes.

In that brief moment, he saw a different quality in Hua Rong than he had seen in others recently.

What is that?

Fang Xinsheng seemed to understand, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.

But at that moment, he also wanted to be like them.

Put on that military uniform that represents honor and responsibility!

As soon as Hua Rong entered, he heard laughter and conversation.

Do we have guests at your residence?

Hua Rong felt that her return was quite coincidental.

He didn't care who the visitors were and pulled Fang Xinsheng directly into the hall.

As soon as I walked in, I saw Fang Shikai and Feng De.

The two men froze upon seeing Hua Rong.

"Dad! Uncle Feng!" Hua Rong called out with a smile, and they responded.

Fang Shikai rushed over and hugged Hua Rong tightly: "You brat, now you finally know to come back to see your old man!"

Feng De stood beside Fang Shikai, repeatedly saying, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!"

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