When Lu Zhaolin returned, police officer Xiao Chen had also finished his phone call and returned to report. Everyone was there, and it was time to start dinner.

Seeing Song Qinghe's skillful cooking, the Song family felt sorry for her again and even wanted to wipe away their tears.

Song Qinghe had never cooked before; her family had a chef and a nanny.

Song Qinghe only needs to tell them what she wants to eat, and the small kitchen at home keeps the food warm 24 hours a day, just waiting for her to have a bite.

However, when the incident occurred, Song Yiren had already taken the initiative to dismiss those people.

Times have changed, but Song Qinghe shouldn't be living like this.

Especially Song Yanli, as a father, felt even worse.

He used to think about how science and technology could revitalize the country, and he devoted himself to his research.

But as it turned out, those studies did not improve his family's life, and Xingguo's theories were nothing but empty talk.

His current predicament speaks volumes.

Song Yanli felt a chill in his heart, but at the same time, he made up his mind to work hard so that his family could live a better life.

After this ordeal, Qinghe's dowry was gone.

If they get married soon, they won't even be able to give her a dignified wedding.

Song Yanli felt increasingly uneasy. He had only just reunited with his daughter, yet he was already sending her off to get married.

Even though it was for his daughter's good, he still felt a little sad.

Song Yanli couldn't help but sigh, looking very sad.

Song Qinghe could tell what her father was thinking just by looking at his expression, mainly because Song Yanli kept glancing at her with concern.

The worry inside was almost overflowing.

Even if she wanted to not understand it, it would be very difficult for her.

But I still have to pretend.

Song Qinghe paused, then asked earnestly, "Dad, what's wrong?"

Song Yanli forced a smile and said, "I'm fine, I'm alright."

Song Qinghe looked at him silently; he didn't seem to be alright at all.

But there's not much I can say now, because even if I did, he wouldn't believe me.

She remembered the rare earth she had stolen on the train, and wondered if Song Yanli could use it.

If he could use it, it would save him a lot of trouble.

Song Qinghe knew that it was a necessary ingredient for making advanced weapons; otherwise, those people wouldn't have acted like madmen and even tried to blow up the train.

Unfortunately, now is not the time to talk about this. Even if I provided it to Song Yanli, it would be like a skilled cook without rice to make a meal.

Song Qinghe pondered in silence, wondering when they would be able to return to the city.

If we wait for the policy on returning to the city, it will take a long time.

Are we really going to expect a group of intellectuals to toil in the fields for a living?

Putting aside Song Yanli and Cui Mingzhen, even the grandparents, at their advanced age, can't withstand such an ordeal.

Song Qinghe was a little worried, wondering what they should do next.

Lu Zhengguo clearly understood their concerns and couldn't help but say, "Old Song, I really tried my best, but the higher-ups are adamant. Although they know you're innocent, but..."

"We can only wait, wait for an opportunity. Once the investigation is clear, you can return to the city!"

"It doesn't matter." Song Yiren had also experienced many ups and downs, so how could he take these things to heart?

Not only did they not take it to heart, they even thought they had let it go.

To be honest, after going through this, I feel much more enlightened.

As long as the family is together and everyone is still alive, that's more important than anything else.

Lu Zhengguo originally wanted to say something to comfort him, but he didn't expect Song Yiren to have this attitude.

Interesting, actually!

He was originally a bandit, a peasant by birth, and had seen many such things, so of course he wouldn't care.

Since Old Song is so open-minded, there's no need for him to waste any more words.

Lu Zhengguo glanced at Lu Zhaolin, then at Song Qinghe: "Tsk, what a pity—"