When Nanxi handed Daozi's ashes to Han Yingna, she was very calm. She looked at the small urn without shedding a tear. She just said, "Thank you, Xixi."
Nanxi didn't see Ling Yuhao. Just as she was about to talk about her child's studies, Han Yingna fainted and was hurriedly sent to the hospital.
The doctor said she has diabetes and must be carefully managed, otherwise it will worsen.
Nanxi asked the hospital to give her good treatment, arranged for a nurse, left some money, and was then called back by her husband.
ASEAN recently held an informal meeting of leaders. The participants were all powerful leaders from ASEAN countries. In addition to military issues, state affairs and business cooperation, the meeting also involved some cultural and artistic exchanges. Generally speaking, wives are required to attend such occasions.
Nanxi seldom participated in the country's political affairs. At most, when foreign guests came to visit, she would accompany the wives of the foreign guests to some charity dinners and introduce them to the history and culture of Myanmar. This was her first time to go abroad for exchange, and the time was very tight.
"Hubby, can't you go by yourself? I have a lot of things to do here, and the children need someone to take care of them. Ajie is back for the holidays too. If we just leave like this, who will take care of the house?"
The man lying on the sofa playing with Nan Nan's tail sneered.
"Baby, you sound like you're the one worrying about all this at home. Let me ask you, how much milk does Erbao drink in one meal? How often does he drink? How many minutes a day do you get to see your son? Besides your jewelry and your precious cheongsam, where do you put other things like my socks and your own underwear?"
"Oh, why are you so annoying? I don't worry too much about you exposing other people's shortcomings, but it's also important for me to stay at home every day." The little woman finally struggled to argue.
"Yes, yes, yes. Of course you are the most important in our family. It is precisely because you are important that I cannot leave you. That is why I want to take you with me. Those old men all take their own old ladies. My wife is so beautiful, why can't I take her with me?"
The little woman's pouting lips finally gave a smile. "I love to hear that."
"Agreed?" The man stood up and tilted his head to look at her.
"Well," Nanxi nodded, and then asked, "Should we take the children with us?"
"Take him with you. Ah Jie has good relationships with the second-generation young masters in ASEAN. Let him interact with them more. They will be resources in the future. Let Ah Chuang go with us too. As for my daughter, she has to sleep next to me at night. I'm worried about leaving her alone with Song Cai and his wife. The boys in their family are so naughty. What if they bully my daughter?"
The expression on Nanxi's face was hard to describe. "Who is bullying whom? Have you forgotten that your son beat Song Chi's face so hard that it's swollen?"
"That's because he's from the Song family and he's incompetent. Who can we blame?" The bastard was so protective of his own people that he couldn't tell right from wrong. Nanxi was too lazy to talk to him. She turned around and went to bed, not wanting to pay any more attention to him.
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When Nanxi went to the hospital to see Han Yingna the next day, the nurse said that she had been discharged.
She went to the apartment that Han Yingna rented, and the landlord also said that she had checked out and left in the morning.
Since then, Nanxi has never received any news about Han Yingna and Ling Yuhao.
The next day, Xiaoyu received a letter from Mandalay. The date on the letter was half a month ago.
The fighting in northern Myanmar was very fierce and many roads were blocked. There were also many places in Mandalay where fighting took place and traffic control was implemented. It was normal for a letter to take half a month from the time it was sent to the time it was received.
The envelope was opened, and inside was a letter written in tiny calligraphy. The handwriting was neat and meticulous. Nanxi looked at the contents of the letter with a calm expression.
My sister Luanluan, I am so happy to hear your letter.
I know that I have committed serious sins and have no face to see you, but I have thousands of concerns in my heart, and even though we are separated by life and death, I cannot let them go. Today, I picked up the pen and couldn't put it down for a long time. Suddenly, I felt that the paper was too short and the words were too thin. Not a single word could express even a fraction of what is in my heart.
There are thousands of words to say, but I only want to say one thing: I wish my Luanluan will have the warm sun in winter and the cool breeze in summer, and may everything go well for her, and she will have no worries in this life.
Baby, in the next life, I will live in this world with a clean and honest heart, and find you home.
Our fate in this life ends here, take care!
After reading it, Nanxi raised her hand, folded the letter again and put it in the envelope. She turned and walked to the French window, looking north, and stood there for a long time, until the sun set, until her husband came home, as usual, walking up the stairs in his military boots, hurriedly shouting,
"Wife, I'm back..."
Only then did she open the drawer, put the letter in it, and go out to meet her husband.
He held his daughter in his arms, who had been clinging to him since the door, and reached out to pull her into his arms, kissed her, and then asked in a scoundrel tone,
"Did you miss me, baby?"
"I thought about it, Dailong."
"Nan Xiaoxi, you're so perfunctory." The man said dissatisfiedly, and then kissed her face a few times to "vent his anger."
Nan Zhao saw that his father always kissed his mother but not him, so he angrily pushed his mother's face away with his little hands, then held his father's face and leaned forward to kiss him.
The man laughed even louder, "My daughter is still the best."
Nanxi suddenly felt a little jealous, "Dailong, what did you just say?"
Baru knew he had said the wrong thing and quickly tried to make amends, "My wife is good, my wife is the best."
"Hmph." She turned around and walked out angrily, not wanting to pay attention to him.
"No, why are you angry again? Wife... Wife... I was wrong... Baby..."
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Three days later, a private plane from Yangon to Bangkok took off escorted by military aircraft.
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