Feng Mingshu checked into the guesthouse, insisting that she pay for her own accommodation using the travel expenses provided by the venue.
Times really do seem to have changed.
First, government officials expressed their concern for her and delivered the property rights to the villa, as well as some other assets.
The amount returned was far less than what was confiscated, but it was enough to secure her livelihood for the rest of her life.
But she still felt insecure, and every day she would constantly read newspapers, listen to the radio, and listen to news from home and abroad, especially news from the port city.
There was a sudden knock on the door, which startled her so much that she dropped the newspaper she was holding. After a moment, she walked over and asked through the door, "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"
“Miss Feng, I’m Qian Eryong, the second son of the Qian family from Xiaowangzhuang. We’ve met before, and played together, when you went to the ancestral home with your family…”
The sounds outside the door instantly stirred up Feng Mingshu's childhood memories, reminding her of the time she spent living in the ancestral home with her mother, younger brother, and younger sister.
She couldn't resist and opened the door a crack, only to be met with the face of a man with a roguish air. Startled, she immediately tried to close the door—
"ah!"
The screams attracted the people at the guesthouse, and the misunderstanding was quickly cleared up. Qian Eryong in front of them was an honest man and a legitimate businessman. He was among the first group of people to get rich after the reform and opening up, and is now a well-known figure.
Feng Mingshu apologized to him, and the other party raised his swollen hand and laughed, "Miss Feng, you were quite ruthless. You should at least give me some compensation, right?"
Feng Mingshu nodded: "I'll pay your medical expenses."
Qian Eryong shook his head: "Miss, I don't need that little bit of medical money right now. You just need to come with me to one place."
She frowned, and the other person continued, "Let's go to Xiaowangzhuang. I need to go back to my hometown. I think Miss should also go to your ancestral home, right? I have a car, so we can go back together on the way."
She suddenly remembered the "on the way" a few days ago and the imposing leader.
"Thank you for your kindness, I will take a ride back by myself."
After she finished speaking, she took out some money, placed it in front of Qian Eryong, and got up to leave.
The next day, she took the bus, but as soon as she sat down, someone sat down next to her. It was Qian Eryong. Her brows furrowed immediately.
"My car broke down last night, so I had to take the shuttle bus," Qian Eryong said with a smile.
Feng Mingshu closed her eyes and ignored him.
Around noon, the bus arrived at the commune and stopped.
Feng Mingshu got off the cart and waited for a while, but no oxcart came along the way, so he decided to walk.
"Beep beep beep—"
A car horn sounded behind her, and she stepped aside. Unexpectedly, the black car behind her pulled up beside her and stopped. Qian Eryong got out of the car, took off his sunglasses, and invited her, "Miss, my car is fixed. Please get in."
But as soon as he finished speaking, a military green jeep suddenly drove up with great speed, startling Qian Eryong so much that he instinctively dodged. The jeep then braked suddenly, less than a meter away from his black car.
Qian Eryong's face darkened, and he was about to lash out, but when he saw the shoulder insignia of the person getting out of the car, he put on a smile: "Comrade Commander, is there something you need from me?"
Zhou Jinshan glanced at him and said coldly, "You're blocking the way."
Qian Eryong was taken aback: "Commander, the road is still wide enough."
Zhou Jinshan ignored Qian Eryong, walked around the black car, and went to Feng Mingshu: "Comrade Feng, where are you going? I'll give you a ride."
Qian Eryong immediately realized what he had done wrong, his face darkened, and he walked over and said, "Comrade Chief, we have to respect the order of arrival, don't we?"
Zhou Jinshan looked at Feng Mingshu: "Comrade Feng, the decision is in your hands."
Feng Mingshu looked up and met Zhou Jinshan's deep eyes, and her heart suddenly clenched.
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