The little girl takes her mother's surname and is named Zhang Min. She has a tomboyish personality.
She was the youngest granddaughter of the old leader, and also the one he loved and spoiled the most.
Pulling Ah Yuan into the small room under the stairs, Ah Yuan was finally about to see the world. He swallowed hard, looked around, and discovered that the young lady had a lot of guns, some of which made sounds and would shoot.
There were also toys made of wood or paper, but the coolest one was the one that made a "biubiubiu" sound when you pulled the trigger. In Nie Zhao's opinion, those were all trash made of harmful plastic, and his son couldn't play with them.
But just like how the spicy meat of the future Tang Monk is something every child would love to eat, children's tastes are simple and straightforward.
The girl placed the gun on A-Yuan's shoulder and taught him to pull the trigger with his little hand: "Fire!"
A Yuan fell straight into the young lady's arms. She held up his little toy gun and went out the door, hiding on the stairs. He followed closely behind her. When the little girl said "fire," he immediately followed with "biubiubiu."
Secretary An carried the young master's baby bottle, diapers, and clothes, instinctively feeling that the little guy needed a diaper change.
But there was nothing he could do; he couldn't catch the young master anymore.
He genuinely felt sorry for the young master, because a child's needs increase as their horizons broaden.
He had such a great time as a guest, but once he gets home and gets bored, he'll probably be sad again.
But then he thought of something and texted Nie Zhao: "Young Master really enjoys playing with the girls here. Boss, you can ask Wade to invite his little darling to visit my house sometime so he can play with Young Master."
It was lunchtime, but Nie Zhao always only slept for half an hour before getting up to exercise.
He was on the treadmill at the moment, and when he pressed the stop button, he couldn't believe how much his son liked little girls.
However, no matter what the situation, he can always find a way to bring it up to his daughter.
So he was finally free of the anxiety he had felt the previous two days. He nodded and thought that, from a metaphysical point of view, he should have a daughter. After all, he would do anything to make his son like something.
...
The old leader's study was well-designed, with a dedicated desk and ink stains soaking through the felt, indicating that he practiced calligraphy frequently.
Outside the study stands an old peach tree, its branches bursting with blossoms in March.
He gripped the back of the chair with both hands, his brows furrowed, remaining silent for a long time. But suddenly, as Chen Ke abruptly stepped back, he pressed the wheelchair forward, drew his Xuefeng sword, and with a flick of his wrist on the desk, swiftly sliced off a peach tree, then sent it flying. With another flick of his wrist, he raised his head and asked, "Hmm?"
Chen Rou hesitated slightly, but seeing the other party nod, she took the knife and tiptoed to slash horizontally, flicking the knife over the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, the hanging ornaments, and then over the pen holder. With a backhand motion, the knife passed by Chen Ke's nose, but at the same time she turned around, the tip of the knife pointing upwards, and from behind, she went straight for the peach blossom branch that had been picked up by the lamp.
After taking it, the tip of the knife trembled slightly, and with a flick of her left hand, the peach blossom fell into her palm.
With his sword held upright, Chen Rou, being a fellow soldier, decided to be frank and say, "This is my sword."
He then frankly admitted, "Although I had said before that I wanted to show it to you, I'm sorry, some things changed later. I've been trying to explain to you just now, but I haven't found the opportunity. And I never expected that it... would be here."
That was a cavalry saber, its extra-long length giving it a swaying motion. If she weren't a skilled hand, she couldn't have bypassed the calligraphy and paintings, the pen holder, and the book borrowing, yet still managed to precisely aim at the peach branch and pry it off the lamp while her back was turned. The evidence was right in front of her; her skill spoke for itself. This was indeed Chen Rou's saber.
The old leader remained silent for a long time, then suddenly called out, "Xiao Zhang!"
The daughter-in-law pushed the door open and came in: "Dad, is something the matter?"
The old leader simply nodded. His daughter-in-law, being clever, saw that the secretary was still in the living room and said with a smile, "Secretary Wu, go buy me something."
Chen Rou looked at Chen Ke again. This kind of old leader wouldn't directly engage in external affairs; if there was anything, it would definitely be reported by his secretary. She understood then that the person who came to deliver the gift yesterday was introduced by his secretary.
The old commander's brow furrowed even more deeply, and he finally said, "I once had a knife like that too."
But then he said in a deep voice, "A bunch of kids, a few years ago, wanted to make a revolution. They heard that it was forged from fine steel and could withstand any cuts, so they chopped it into several pieces for me. I don't even know where it is now!"
He believed the knife belonged to Chen Rou, so he asked, "Then where did you get it?"
Chen Rou frankly stated, "A Japanese gentleman specifically commissioned my father to buy it back from an auction house."
The knife was originally registered under Mei Baoshan's name; it's hard to lie about that.
Of course, everyone has to face history. The old leader shrugged: "From Japan, sir?"
He was clearly furious, after all, this knife had once been specifically used to kill certain people.
Seeing that the old commander wanted to speak several times but couldn't get the words out, Chen Ke patted his chest and back and said, "Why don't you go and rest?"
The old leader waved his hand, gesturing for Chen Rou to sit on the sofa, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you brought this knife with you because you wanted to make friends with me through swordsmanship, but someone robbed it on the way."
One trick to avoid being exposed for making a false accusation is to distort it by letting others speculate.
So actually, Chen Rou gave it to him on purpose, but she didn't say anything, and Wang Meng ended up taking the knife.
Just now, the old leader was still suspecting that the unscrupulous businessman from Hong Kong had specially sent his wife and his lovely son to engage in diplomacy, hoping to gain some illicit benefits from him and make more money.
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