Xiao Shuanzi swallowed the food in his mouth, stretched out his little hand and patted Jiang Qiao's arm, "Sister, I'm letting you share in the good fortune, let's be lucky together—"

Jiang Qiao chuckled and patted the little guy's cheek. "Alright, let's all share in our little Shuanzi's good fortune."

The truck had been driving for so long without reaching its destination, and Jiang Qiao and the others couldn't wait any longer. None of them had gotten a full night's sleep last night, and this time they all couldn't help but close their eyes and try to catch up on some more sleep.

Gu Zhengfeng never dreamed that the biological daughter he and his wife had been searching for for so many years would come to find them.

The truck drove into the camp, and Song Zhicai woke up Jiang Qiao and the others. Meng Yuzhi and Song Junqiang had been here before, so Song Zhicai didn't need to make any arrangements. They took their things and went to find their own places.

As for Jiang Qiao, Song Zhi led her into the barracks. To give his old friend a surprise, Song Zhi was unusually playful.

When he brought Jiang Qiao in, he didn't introduce her at all, while Gu Zhengfeng inside was busy writing something.

"Old Gu, I've picked up my son. How about we have dinner together tonight and get together properly?"

Gu Zhengfeng didn't even look up. "Okay, you can arrange it. It's perfect timing, I haven't seen my nephew in a long time."

Jiang Qiao carefully observed her biological father. The men in the Gu family were all good-looking, like her grandfather, but her biological father had an extra air of uprightness and authority.

Perhaps because he was stationed at the border, his skin was dark and wrinkles had appeared at the corners of his eyes.

After looking him over, Jiang Qiao's eyes suddenly widened as she stared at Gu Zhengfeng in disbelief. She felt like she had seen this person before. It was in her past life when she was being chased by the Japanese after receiving intelligence. It was this man who helped her escape. She never expected to meet her benefactor in this life, and he was even her own father.

Overwhelmed with emotion, she could hardly control herself. It wasn't just because this person was her benefactor, but something else entirely. She didn't know if it was because of their blood ties, or perhaps because of the last wisp of Xiao Jiangqiao's soul that remained in her body.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Jiang Qiao finally couldn't help but speak, "Dad—"

These two words made Gu Zhengfeng, who was engrossed in writing, pause.

Slowly raising his head, the first thing he saw was Song Zhi's big smiling face. He was all too familiar with that old face, and he was certain that the voice was not his.

Upon further searching, Gu Zhengfeng spotted Jiang Qiao standing behind Song Zhi. The pen in Gu Zhengfeng's hand suddenly fell onto the table without him even realizing it, his eyes fixed on Jiang Qiao.

The child in front of him gave him a strange feeling, making him feel an urge to pull the girl into his arms and hold her tightly.

He felt a strong sense of familiarity with the girl's appearance, so much so that it made his blood boil and a deep-seated desire urged him to hold the girl tightly in his arms.

"What did you just call me?"

Gu Zhengfeng didn't even know how he produced his voice. Too many disappointments had left him feeling somewhat insecure.

Jiang Qiao smiled wryly, her mood brightening as she quickly ran over and threw herself into Gu Zhenfeng's arms.

"Daddy, Daddy—"

Gu Zhengfeng looked at the smiling girl who had rushed into his arms, and he didn't know where to put his arms.

Although a feeling in his heart reminded him that this might be his biological daughter, he tried his best to control his emotions, afraid that if he made a mistake, it would not only hurt the child, but also be another blow to his wife.

Sensing Gu Zhengfeng's stiffness, Jiang Qiao raised her smiling face. "Dad, I'm Jiang Qiao, and also Gu Qiao. Look at this—"

Pulling out the tag hanging around his neck, Gu Zhengfeng, upon seeing it, no longer held back and hugged Jiang Qiao tightly.

Even a grown man couldn't hold back his tears at this moment. "Qiao'er, my Qiao'er, where have you gone? We've been searching for you for twelve years, and we've thought of you every single moment, my Qiao'er—"

Seeing the father and daughter reunite, even Song Zhi couldn't help but shed a tear.

"Dad, I miss you too, but I don't know who I am, or where to find you—"

Gu Zhengfeng suddenly remembered something, grabbed Jiang Qiao, and ran outside.

Song Zhi chased after him, calling out, "Hey, what are you doing? Wait for me!"

However, after chasing for only a few steps, he stopped again. He roughly knew what this guy was going to do.

Gu Zhengfeng saw his daughter, but Jingwan was unaware that her own daughter had come looking for her. This guy must have taken his daughter to find his wife.

Gu Zhengfeng pulled Jiang Qiao and ran outside. Jiang Qiao didn't ask any questions. She just followed her father wherever he took her. She would know when they got there.

Wen Jingwan, who was bandaging the wounds of a soldier injured during training, was surprised to see her husband running in, panting heavily.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Before Gu Zhengfeng could answer, Wen Jingwan's eyes had already fallen on the little girl standing at the door, holding hands with her husband.

Her hand trembled, and the gauze instantly rolled to the ground. Wen Jingwan stared blankly at the little girl her husband was holding, her body stiff as she walked towards Jiang Qiao, looking her over as she went. Through this face, she seemed to see the little baby who had giggled at her back then.

"Qiao'er—"

She muttered to herself, then, as if she had thought of something, she rushed over and grabbed Jiang Qiao's hand. When she saw the black birthmark on her wrist, Wen Jingwan could no longer hold back. She hugged Jiang Qiao's small body and burst into tears, crying uncontrollably and apologizing to Jiang Qiao as she cried.

"It's all Mom's fault. We didn't protect you well. It's our fault that you've suffered so much all these years. My poor daughter—"

Wen Jingwan's cries were heartbreaking and brought tears to the eyes of all who heard them. Her mournful cries seemed to be an outpouring of all the longing and guilt she had felt for her child over the years.

The wounded young soldier was also moved by the scene and couldn't help but wipe away the tears that had already slipped down to his lips.

Hearing Wen Jingwan's heart-wrenching cries, everyone gathered around to see what had happened.

When they came over, they saw Wen Jingwan holding a little girl and crying. She was crying so hard that she couldn't stop.

Gu Zhengfeng covered his eyes with both hands, rubbed them hard, and then, with red eyes, began to clear the area.

"My daughter has been found. Please give our family of three some space. Thank you everyone. Hey you, could you help bandage his wound?"

Some people knew about Gu Zhengfeng and his wife's situation. When they heard that their daughter had been found, they first congratulated Gu Zhengfeng, and then pulled the others away.

Jiang Qiao let Wen Jingwan hug her, and she gently patted her mother's back with her hands.

"Mom, I'm back. Don't be sad. I don't blame you. See, I'm perfectly fine. I'm still alive and well—"