But, if not here, then where?
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At this time, the General Military Region compound,
After two days of busy work, Zhuo Xiwei finally found time to visit Qin Dongling. During their chat, the topic turned to the days when people used to have to rely on their heads for support.
"Back then, who knew there would be a day? We lived every day as if it were our last. Do you still remember Haibo? His biggest wish was to eat two pieces of braised pork." He sighed.
"How could I have forgotten? When he died, he hadn't even turned thirteen yet." Qin Dongling felt heavy-hearted.
Thirteen is a very sensitive age for Zhuo Xianwei, because it is the age at which his father died.
Even after all these years, hearing this age still breaks my heart.
But thinking of what he just learned, Zhuo Wei felt comforted. "There's one more thing I haven't told you. Qianxing, like his father, can't recognize some colors. He's so much like his father."
As he spoke, he was smiling and his face was full of kindness.
Qin Dongling also smiled, but he was a little distracted because he remembered his daughter's words.
After a pause, he asked, "By the way, does Ni Wei have a new relationship?"
"No," Zhuo Qiwei was stunned. "I often tried to persuade her before, but she always said she didn't want to look for one. Where did you hear that?"
"You should ask her again sometime," Qin Dongling said, "At the General Administration Gala the other day, she seemed to have a new boyfriend. After all these years, it's only natural for her to move on."
He believed that his daughter would not lie to him about this matter, so he did not answer the committee's question, but instead talked about the essence of the matter.
Zhuo Wei could only nod his head and appear normal on the surface, but on the way back home, he seemed particularly absent-minded.
"Commissioner, what are you thinking about?" the guard asked from the side.
Zhuo Xiaowei put his hands behind his back and said, "I've always advised her not to get trapped. This child is always worried about me."
Qingcheng has already sacrificed himself. No matter how much he likes his daughter-in-law, he can't use the old society's tricks to force her to be a widow for the rest of her life.
Ni Wei was still too sensitive. She left the last bloodline for Qingcheng. Even if she remarried, he would treat her as his own daughter.
Zhuo Qi returned home with a heavy heart.
Ni Wei was just in the living room. When she saw him, she immediately called out, "Dad."
Zhuo Qianxing also said: "Grandpa."
Zhuo Wei lovingly agreed and sat downstairs for a long time. After dinner, he called Ni Wei to the office upstairs.
"Dad, is there something you want to talk to me about?" Ni Wei stood in front of the desk, respectfully.
"Weiwei, you've taken care of Qianxing all by yourself for so many years. Ultimately, our family owes you a debt of gratitude. I've told you before that if you want to remarry, Dad fully supports you."
Zhuo Qiwei said this from the bottom of his heart.
However, Ni Wei's alarm bells were ringing, and she was wondering in her mind if she had let anyone slip somewhere.
She didn't want to bring up Xu Mu's existence.
After thinking about it, I felt that this must be another suggestion from the old man, so I refused it righteously, "No, Dad."
"I only have Qingcheng in my heart. Besides, Qianxing is still young. I have no plans to remarry."
She pursed her lips tightly, her eyes stern. "Qianxing only has me. I will only consider these things after he has waited for a year."
Zhuo Qiwei nodded repeatedly, feeling touched by her efforts.
He assured her, "Comrade Ni Wei, I won't rush you. I fully respect your wishes."
Coming out of the study and returning to her room, Ni Wei looked determined.
She thought that she must have aroused the old man's suspicion and she had to break up with Xu Mu as soon as possible.
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