"Song Wenyuan, don't push your luck! Wang Jingtao's surname is Wang!"

"Song Wenyuan, don't push your luck! Wang Jingtao's surname is Wang!"

......

After that, Song Jingzhou couldn't hear anything Wang Zhongli said; only this one sentence kept echoing in his ears.

Who is Song Wenyuan?

Who else is inside?

After a while, Song Jingzhou stepped back and began to walk with heavier steps, and the arguing inside abruptly stopped.

"Knock knock knock~"

"Please come in~"

Song Jingzhou composed himself, pushed open the door, strode in, and saluted the two men.

"Greetings, Commander! Greetings, Minister!"

Wang Zhongli was still angry, so he nodded at him expressionlessly. Li Ruide's expression was also not good, but he still returned Song Jingzhou's military salute.

Song Jingzhou handed over the documents in his hand, saying, "These are all the research and development data from the Engineering Research Institute for this quarter. Vice President Zhang asked me to bring them to you for your review."

Li Ruide took the documents from his hand and casually asked, "How is Old Zhang's health?"

Song Jingzhou revealed a perfectly measured hint of melancholy. "Still the same."

"The doctor said that he is old and has been overworked and exhausted, which has brought out all the ailments that had accumulated in his body."

"If it weren't for the sergeant who neatly and efficiently stuffed an Angong Niuhuang Wan into his mouth back then, he might not be able to take care of himself now."

As he spoke, Song Jingzhou looked up at Li Ruide, hoping, and asked, "Minister Li, how's the investigation going with that matter from last time? Has the culprit been caught?"

A hint of unease flashed across Li Ruide's face. "This matter involves too many aspects and is far-reaching. The investigation is still ongoing."

"The organization will definitely give Vice President Zhang an explanation. Tell him to take good care of his health and not worry about anything else. Our engineering research institute and our motherland are waiting for his return!"

Song Jing lowered his eyes, concealing the coldness within them. "Yes, Minister Li."

"If there's nothing else, I'll head out now."

"Go."

Song Jingzhou respectfully nodded to Wang Zhongli in farewell, then quickly glanced around the office as he turned around.

The entire office, apart from the desk where Wang Zhongli was sitting, and the sofa and coffee table in front of him where Li Ruide was sitting, used for receiving guests, had a row of filing cabinets on the left side. The entire office was completely visible, with nowhere to hide.

Once outside, the respect on Song Jingzhou's face gradually faded, and a glint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

There was no one else inside, only Wang Zhongli and Li Ruide.

Who was Song Wenyuan, whom Wang Zhongli angrily shouted out?

Could it be...?

Li Rui changed his name? Was he previously called Song Wenyuan?

His surname is Song?

What is his relationship with the Song family? Is he a member of the Song family?

So, was the disaster that befell the Song family back then really related to him?

With something on his mind, Song Jingzhou was absent-minded all day.

By evening, after finishing his work at the research institute, Song Jingzhou hurriedly left the military camp under the pretext of visiting Vice President Zhang.

The slums in the western suburbs.

Xu Sai became more cautious as he watched Song Jingzhou arrive under the cover of night.

Why did you come at this time?

"What happened?"

Song Jingzhou cut straight to the point, "Has Uncle Iron Hammer returned yet?"

"I have something important to discuss with him."

Xu Sai shook his head. "Father hasn't returned yet, but he's already on his way back. If nothing unexpected happens, he should arrive in Kyoto the night after tomorrow."

Song Jingzhou paused for a moment, knowing that this matter couldn't be rushed. "Then I'll come over the day after tomorrow night. Tell Uncle Iron Hammer to wait for me."

After making an appointment with Xu Sai, Song Jingzhou arrived under the moonlight and left under the moonlight.

Since I'm using Vice Dean Zhang's name to get out, I'll definitely have to go and visit him.

Vice President Zhang has no children or relatives and has always lived in the house assigned to him by the military. Since the incident, he has been living in the General Hospital of the Military Region.

Zhang Yue and Liu Yuliang were students trained by Vice Dean Zhang in his early years, and they would often come to take care of her when they had time.

When Song Jingzhou went upstairs, Zhang Yue had already prepared food and set up a small table on the bed, inviting Vice Dean Zhang to eat.

"Oh, you haven't even started eating yet? Looks like I've arrived just in time."

"Team Leader Song~", Zhang Yue quickly stood up.

Vice Dean Zhang was very pleased to see Song Jingzhou come in. "Young Song, hehe, I heard you haven't eaten yet, huh? Come on, Zhang Yue made a lot, just enough for me to eat."

"Yue, add another pair of chopsticks."

"By the way, Song has a big appetite, go down to the cafeteria and get a box of rice."

"Okay, I'll go right away," Zhang Yue said, feeling happy to see her teacher so pleased.

Song Jingzhou sat down by the bed, his face softening for once.

Having eaten several meals with Old Zhang, he clearly remembered that he was from the South, liked to eat rice, and liked spicy food.

It's been such a long, long time since I've felt that sense of being cared for, like having family again.

"Sister Zhang, I'll stay here with Old Man Zhang tonight. You should go home."

Upon hearing what Song Jingzhou said, Vice Dean Zhang quickly chimed in.

"Yes, yes, yes, you two have had a hard time these past few days. Because of me, this old man, you two rarely have time to spend together."

"Since Song is here today, you go home and spend some quality time with Yuliang."

Thinking of her husband whom she hadn't seen for two days, Zhang Yue lowered her head and shyly hummed in agreement.

He then filled the kettle in the ward, washed the clothes that Vice President Zhang had changed out of, and told Song Jingzhou to pour hot water for Vice President Zhang to soak his feet before going to bed. Only then did he leave with peace of mind.

Two days later, Song Jingzhou returned to the slums in the western suburbs.

Xu Sai knew he was coming today, so he waited for him early.

Before Song Jingzhou could even knock, the man inside heard the noise, opened the door, and pulled him inside.

Follow Xu Sai into the basement.

Song Jingzhou couldn't describe the feeling in his heart—excitement, anticipation, and a little nervousness—until he saw that broad back that was turned away from him.

The image of me sitting on his shoulders and laughing heartily as a child flashed through my mind instantly.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

My throat felt blocked, and my nose felt a little sore.

"Iron, Iron, Uncle~"

Xu Tieniu turned around and looked at the man in front of him, who was about the same height as him.

His features resemble those of the young marshal, and one can still see a hint of the dashing young man he once was.

Xu Tieniu suppressed his complex emotions, said nothing, strode towards Song Jingzhou, and gave him a big hug.

"Good boy!"

"You've worked hard all these years."

Song Jingzhou also hugged back tightly the man who had once seemed as tall and majestic as a mountain in front of him.

"Uncle Hammer, I miss you so much!"