Fu Hong handed the completed letter to Xing Zhaozhao: "Thank you for your help, Miss Xing."
Xing Zhaozhao took it and carefully put it away: "You're welcome."
"Will she reply to me too?" Fu Hong asked Xing Zhaozhao cautiously, her eyes filled with anticipation. She knew that Qin Shi had already received a reply from his grandparents.
Xing Zhaozhao nodded: "Probably."
Fu Hong said excitedly, "Then I'll wait for you to come next time."
"What? There's going to be a next time?" Dong Fanghua frowned upon hearing this.
Fu Hong turned and glared at Dong Fanghua: "Shut up."
Dong Fanghua fell silent, pursing her lips with a reluctant expression.
No, next time, she'll have to bring her daughter. Because her daughter looks more like her aunt, her mother always dotes on her, and she's more likely to listen to her. Hopefully, her mother won't be fooled by this charlatan again, even though what she says sounds plausible.
Dong Fanghua couldn't help but glare at Xing Zhaozhao again.
Xing Zhaozhao: "..."
Xing Zhaozhao's lips twitched. She felt that she shouldn't stay here and get in the way any longer.
"That's all, I'll be going now." She stood up and said goodbye to Qin Shi and Fu Hong.
"Aren't you going to sit a little longer?" Fu Hong asked Xing Zhaozhao regretfully.
Xing Zhaozhao shook her head.
The waiter brought over the two tea and snacks she had ordered earlier.
"It seems you really enjoy our tea and snacks," Fu Hong said with a smile.
Xing Zhaozhao nodded: "It really is delicious, so I wanted to take some back for the children and Xiaolan to try." After saying that, she suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly shut her mouth, but it was too late.
Fu Hong's eyes lit up: "Can Xiao Lan eat it too?"
Xing Zhaozhao gave a stiff, forced smile: "I-Is that okay?"
Dong Fanghua gave Xing Zhaozhao a disapproving sidelong glance. "She just spouts nonsense; she really is a liar."
Xing Zhaozhao looked embarrassed: "..."
Fu Hong didn't care about anything else. Hearing that Fu Lan could have some, she called over a waiter: "Pack two more servings of tea snacks... no, no, no, pack two servings of all the tea snacks in our teahouse..."
"We don't need that much," Xing Zhaozhao declined.
Fu Hong took it as her being polite and said without thinking, "It's nothing, they're all from my own shop, it's not a big deal."
“I can’t carry that many, I don’t have that many hands,” Xing Zhaozhao said.
Fu Hong: "..."
Fu Hong had no choice but to exchange the original two portions for one, but it was still quite a lot. She even asked the waiter to find a particularly large bag to put it in and handed it to Xing Zhaozhao: "If you really can't carry it, you can put it around your neck. Look, I can have Xiao Zhou find a particularly large bag that can fit both of your heads."
Xing Zhaozhao: "..." Are you being polite? I asked you.
Dong Fanghua couldn't help but chuckle. When Xing Zhaozhao looked over, she gave her a provocative look: Liar, serves you right.
Xing Zhaozhao: "..." Forget it, she's just a kid, I won't stoop to her level.
Xing Zhaozhao simply slung the bag that Fu Hong had given her—a bag big enough to fit two heads—over her shoulder. Surprisingly, it went on smoothly and didn't look bad at all. Satisfied, she stuffed her other things inside as well, freeing up her hands. This time, she could carry more things back home. Not bad.
Dong Fanghua: "..."
Dong Fanghua was unhappy; she couldn't bear to see this swindler make a fool of himself.
"Where are you going next, Auntie? I'll take you there," Qin Shi asked Xing Zhaozhao.
Xing Zhaozhao shook her head, glanced at the empty street outside, frowned, and said, "Actually, I had arranged to meet Mingcheng here, but for some reason, he hasn't come yet."
"The old general?" Qin Shi asked.
Xing Zhaozhao nodded, took out her phone, and called Gao Mingcheng.
The call was answered quickly: "Zhaozhao?"
"Where are you? Why aren't you here yet? I've already finished talking with Xiao Shi and was about to leave," Xing Zhaozhao asked.
“Didn’t you say you were going to buy gifts for Jiashu and Jiaping? I went to get them ready on the way and just arrived at the intersection of Zhaohong Square. Since you’ve finished your business there, why don’t you come over directly? Didn’t you say you were going to buy books too? There happens to be a bookstore nearby, we can go there directly,” Gao Mingcheng said.
Xing Zhaozhao's eyes lit up, and she immediately nodded in agreement: "Okay, I'll be right there."
"By the way..." Gao Mingcheng glanced at Aunt Ling and her daughter, Ying Rongrong, who were following him. He was about to remind Xing Zhaozhao, but before he could finish speaking, the other end of the phone hung up. He had no choice but to give up and hope that she wouldn't be too surprised when she met the person later.
Xing Zhaozhao hung up the phone, looked at Qin Shi, and said, "He just arrived at the intersection of Zhaohong Square. I'm going to meet him there. I'm leaving now."
"I'm heading back too. My car's parked over there, let's go together," Qin Shi said.
Fu Hong nodded and said, "We're going back to the hospital too, so let's go together."
Dong Fanghua, unusually, did not disagree.
Xing Zhaozhao: "..." What a coincidence. Oh well, let them go together. There's only one road, and she couldn't very well stop them from going.
Xing Zhaozhao, along with Qin Shi and Fu Hong, left the teahouse and headed straight for the intersection of Zhaohong Square.
"Mom, who is that old general?" Dong Fanghua asked Fu Hong in a low voice, curious.
“Uh…” Fu Hong hesitated for a moment, glancing at Xing Zhaozhao walking ahead, unsure whether to tell the truth or not.
Xing Zhaozhao heard this, smiled, and turned to look at Dong Fanghua: "He is my lover."
"Lover?" Dong Fanghua was taken aback. It had been a long time since she had heard such a contemporary term.
"Why do you call him the old general?" Dong Fanghua continued to ask Fu Hong.
"Uh..." Fu Hong hesitated again, wondering whether she should tell the truth, or...
“Because he is the old general.” Xing Zhaozhao turned to look at Dong Fanghua again and said with a smile.
Dong Fanghua frowned, not reacting for a moment, until she suddenly saw Xing Zhaozhao running happily towards an elderly man with a straight posture and vigorous spirit standing not far ahead. She was so shocked that her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Although he wasn't wearing a military uniform, Dong Fanghua recognized him at a glance. She had seen him on the news before and read about him in history textbooks. He really was the old general.
Dong Fanghua, holding Fu Hong's hand, suddenly stammered, "Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom... He, he, he, they... Really, really?"
“Haven’t you already seen it?” Fu Hong said.
Dong Fanghua watched as Xing Zhaozhao naturally took the old man's hand, still unable to believe her eyes. Where did this swindler get her hands on this man?
Xing Zhaozhao was about to speak to Gao Mingcheng when she suddenly sensed something was wrong. She looked behind him and exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing here?"
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