Li Ailian was invited by Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli to go upstairs for lunch.
Zhou Mingli kneaded white flour to make hand-pulled noodles. He simply added some dried shrimp and cabbage to the soup made from fried eggs. It was quite simple, yet incredibly appetizing.
Li Ailian was a little embarrassed. She had originally come to see how Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli were doing here, but ended up eating at her house first.
Jiang Ci served noodles to the two children, watching Zhou Yang and Zhou Miao munch on their noodles, then turned to Li Ailian and asked, "Sister Ailian, do you still remember the letter I wrote to you before?"
“I remember, I remember. Hua Sheng asked Wen Yun to investigate the matter you mentioned, but Wen Yun seems to be very busy lately. After meeting him once after his grandfather came back, he has been elusive, and the matter has remained unresolved.”
Li Ailian explained to Jiang Ci, and for a moment she wondered why Jiang Ci would ask this, but then the name written on the letter suddenly flashed through her mind.
Huang Zhiyuan...
Huang Zheyue...
Coming to her senses, Li Ailian's hand trembled, almost dropping the bowl in her hand. Her eyes widened in shock. "Xiao Ci, do you think that thief we encountered outside today was Huang Zheyue, the one you wrote about in your letter?!"
Jiang Ci shrugged. "I don't know if it's him or not, but judging from his age and the description of his father's disappearance, it might really be him."
There may be many people in this world with the same name, but if you count them carefully, it's really impossible to make such a coincidence that they are mistaken for each other, even if they have the same experiences and were born in the same place.
Li Ailian nodded, agreeing with Jiang Ci. "I'll call Wen Yun again when I get home from class today and ask him how things are going."
After finishing her meal, Li Ailian went back to school to attend classes. Jiang Ci stayed home to pack her things, while Zhou Mingli went out to the local kindergarten to inquire about whether his child could enroll there.
When Zhou Mingli returned from outside in the afternoon, he brought back a pile of wood.
Jiang Ci watched him carry the things from the first floor to the sixth floor, his forehead covered in sweat, and asked, "Weren't you going to ask Yangyang and Miaomiao about school? Why did you bring all this back?"
“I asked around, and Miaomiao and Yangyang are the right age and their household registration is in Beijing, so they can attend the junior class. However, the tuition will still be calculated according to the tuition for children who start school in September, which is two yuan per person, plus the corresponding lunch coupons and rice and flour.” Zhou Mingli put the things in the room without beds, explained the situation he had inquired about at the kindergarten, and then pointed to the pile of wood on the ground, “I got it from a lumber mill worker. It’s all the parts for a whole bed, not assembled yet. He gave me a discount, less than twenty yuan.”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ci walked around Zhou Mingli once and gave him a thumbs up again, saying, "No wonder you're President Zhou! Your execution is truly impressive."
Zhou Mingli pressed down on her shoulders and lifted her up from the ground, raising his eyebrows and saying, "How about we let those two little ones sleep by themselves tonight?"
They practically have "we're sleeping together" written all over their faces!
Jiang Ci couldn't help but laugh and patted his shoulder, "Put him down! You're covered in sweat! You stink!"
Zhou Mingli not only didn't let go, but also pressed his cheek against hers, which made Jiang Ci laugh because it tickled her.
After fussing around for a while, he finally started arranging all the parts of the bed and began assembling it.
When Zhou Yang and Zhou Miao heard that they were going to have their own bed, they immediately came over excitedly to watch. They stared wide-eyed as Zhou Mingli, with tools in hand and with Jiang Ci's help, quickly assembled a 1.5-meter by 1.8-meter bed.
As soon as Zhou Mingli pushed the bed against the wall and tested its size, Zhou Yang and Zhou Miao excitedly climbed on it and rolled around on the wooden board without a mattress.
"Mom and Dad! Is this going to be our bed?!"
"Wow, it's huge! We could roll around on it!"
"I want to sleep here tonight! Mom and Dad, let's sleep in separate beds!"
Clearly, neither of the two children felt any reluctance about sleeping in a separate bed from their parents.
I'm dying of laughter!
Children should have their own beds!
Seeing how excited they were, Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli exchanged a glance and couldn't help but laugh.
“They are still young. Although they have separate beds, we still need to add a handrail to prevent them from falling off.” Zhou Mingli put his arm around Jiang Ci’s waist and expressed his idea.
Jiang Ci thought Zhou Mingli was right, "Then let's go out again in a bit and buy the mattress and other things we need."
...
Cheng Wenyun was indeed very busy. With that small group stepping down, many tasks in the central government had undergone tremendous changes. Everyone was so busy that they were practically working three people at once.
He hasn't had much rest lately, and when he received his aunt's call, he thought for a long time about who Huang Zhiyuan and Huang Zheyue were.
Finally snapping out of his chaotic thoughts, Cheng Wenyun slapped his forehead and said shamefully, "I've completely forgotten about them! I'm sorry, Auntie, I've been too busy lately."
"Some time ago, someone told me the results of the investigation. Huang Zhiyuan did indeed disappear two years ago, along with two other archaeologists. They disappeared in Zhongmo Town because of an ancient tomb in the mountainous area of Zhongmo Town that was still undergoing protective excavation."
Li Ailian murmured, "Then isn't this exactly the same thing that Xiao Ci wrote in the letter?"
Cheng Wenyun hummed in agreement and continued, "This matter was originally under investigation, but for some reason, the case of the missing archaeologist was obscured and gradually no one mentioned it anymore. If I hadn't had someone investigate Huang Zhiyuan, this case would probably still be gathering dust in a corner."
Cheng Wenyun had a keen sense of smell and intuitively felt that this matter was not simple and was probably closely related to that imperial seal.
"Huang Zhiyuan's son?"
Cheng Wenyun pinched his throbbing temples, which were throbbing from working too much overtime, and continued, "His son's name is Huang Zheyue. After Huang Zhiyuan disappeared, Huang Zheyue was adopted by his uncle. He should be staying at his uncle's house now. There's no need to worry about Huang Zhiyuan's son."
If Li Ailian was 80% certain that Huang Zheyue, whom she met today, was Huang Zhiyuan's son after hearing Jiang Ci's words, her suspicions became 100% after hearing Cheng Wenyun's words.
Just think, Huang Zheyue has become a thief now, with a gloomy and world-weary look on his face. How can one not worry about him?!
"Wenyun! You don't know, Huang Zhiyuan's son has become a thief! He even tried to rob Xiaoci's family today, and Xiaoci caught him red-handed!"
"He not only stole it himself, but he also took his uncle's son with him!"
Li Ailian's tone was anxious.
Cheng Wenyun was slightly taken aback.
Stealing from Jiangci?
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