General Zhou had just mentioned Zhu Xiangyang's life-saving grace, which made Zhu Xiangyang feel even more ashamed.
When Zhu Xiangyang met General Zhou, General Zhou was already a division commander, while Zhu Xiangyang was just a soldier.
Thanks to General Zhou's recognition, Zhu Xiangyang's talent was not buried. Over the past forty years, General Zhou's help to Zhu Xiangyang far exceeded the kindness Zhu Xiangyang had shown to General Zhou in the past.
Ten years ago, Zhu Xiangyang and his family moved to the countryside because he refused to break away from Wang Wenjun. Zhu Xiangyang's life in the countryside, while a bit austere, was otherwise quite pleasant. There was no need for criticism or struggle sessions, and even no one to supervise his work was unsuccessful.
A few years later, Zhu Xiangyang realized that all this was because General Zhou had sent people to secretly watch over him. Among those who were sent down with Zhu Xiangyang, many were forced to death by the cruel reality.
Even when Zhu Xiangyang returned to Kyoto and entered the center of power, he could not have done without the help of General Zhou.
Glancing at the closed door of the Zhou family's house behind him, Zhu Xiangyang regretted his impatience. If he could turn back time, he would definitely not be so decisive about this matter. He should at least go to the Zhou family and ask General Zhou first, instead of asking for a special dispatch order.
Was it Zhou An's injury that had thrown him off balance? Zhou An was already a master in the special operations team, second only to Zhou Yuanyuan. Given General Zhou's protective nature, Zhu Xiangyang believed he would definitely not allow Zhou Yuanyuan to take any risks, which was why he had the idea of requesting a special dispatch order.
Alas! It was too late to regret now. For now, he just hoped that Zhou Yuanyuan's abilities would live up to her reputation and that his Ah Jun would be safe and sound.
Zhu Xiangyang's car stopped in front of Zhou's house. After Zhu Xiangyang came out, Wu quickly opened the car door.
Zhu Xiangyang waved his hand, signaling him not to take the car. It was only a few steps away, so he might as well walk back. Remembering Wang Wenjun's crying when he left home, Zhu Xiangyang quickened his pace.
Zhang, who was driving for Zhu Xiangyang, was seriously injured and is still in the hospital. Wu was newly transferred to drive for Zhu Xiangyang.
Wu was a smart guy. Seeing that Zhu Xiangyang insisted on walking, he did not try to persuade him anymore. He just drove slowly behind Zhu Xiangyang.
When they were more than fifty meters away from Zhu's house, Wu honked the horn twice to inform Wang Wenjun: Zhu Xiangyang is home.
Zhu Xiangyang and Wang Wenjun had been married for decades and had always been a loving couple. Wang Wenjun was indifferent to her children and grandchildren, but she was incredibly caring and devoted to Zhu Xiangyang. Every morning, when Zhu Xiangyang left for work, Wang Wenjun would smile and walk him to the door, watching his car drive off before turning back into the courtyard.
Every time Zhu Xiangyang gets off work, as soon as Wang Wenjun hears the car horn, she will run to the door to greet him.
According to Wang Wenjun's plan, she wanted Zhu Xiangyang to go out happily and return home happily.
It had to be said that Wang Wenjun's emotional intelligence was quite high. Zhu Xiangyang had never approved or disapproved of Wang Wenjun's approach, but it had become his habit to look for Wang Wenjun every time he returned home.
In the past, after Wu’s horn honked twice, Wang Wenjun would definitely appear at the Zhu family’s door.
But today, when Zhu Xiangyang walked to the door of his house, there was still no sound in the yard.
Is Jun really angry? Zhu Xiangyang was a little worried.
After Zhu Xiangyang entered the house, he walked quickly towards the house. When he was about ten steps away from the house, he heard a few girls crying from inside.
Zhu Xiangyang stopped and listened carefully, and realized that the crying sounds came from the mouths of two girls.
Zhu Xiangyang thought Wang Wenjun was in a bad mood and scolded the Zhu Hui sisters to vent her anger after he left. He couldn't help but raise his voice to advise: "Ajun, the children are disobedient. You can teach them slowly. Don't get angry and hurt yourself..."
Before Zhu Xiangyang could finish his words, Zhu Hui rushed out of the house and shouted, "Grandpa!"
Zhu Hui's voice was full of relief at having escaped a disaster, but unfortunately Zhu Xiangyang didn't hear it.
Zhu Yan rushed out right behind Zhu Hui.
Ever since Wang Wenjun inexplicably fell to the ground and inexplicably turned into a pile of gravel within half a minute, Zhu Hui and Zhu Yan dared not move a single step, fearing that in the next second they would be the ones to turn into gravel.
Even the Zhu Hui sisters, however careless, understood that within Wang Wenjun—no, perhaps even within them—there was a supernatural force hidden. It was this supernatural force that had taken Wang Wenjun's life and dried her body in seconds.
Zhu Yan wanted to call the police, but Zhu Hui stopped her. Zhu Hui was terrified. She wondered if this supernatural force had left after "harming" Wang Wenjun. If not, the best option for both her and Zhu Yan was to do nothing.
Only after hearing Zhu Xiangyang's voice did the two sisters have the courage to rush out.
"Wuuuu... Grandpa, wuuuu... You are finally back, wuuuu... We were scared to death, grandma..." Zhu Yan pulled at the corner of Zhu Xiangyang's clothes, crying uncontrollably.
"Hui Yan, did you two make grandma angry?" Zhu Xiangyang thought that Zhu Yan wanted to find fault with him, Wang Wenjun, and quickly interrupted Zhu Yan.
"No, no, we didn't make grandma angry." Zhu Yan was startled by Zhu Xiangyang's sudden scolding, and the corner of the clothes in her hand loosened.
"Then where did your grandma go? To the rooftop?" Zhu Xiangyang frowned, feeling a little irritated. This was the first time, today was the first time, that Wang Wenjun hadn't appeared since Zhu Xiangyang came back.
Zhu Hui lowered her head and said nothing. As the granddaughter of the Zhu family, Zhu Hui knew exactly how close Zhu Xiangyang and Wang Wenjun were. This was precisely why she was afraid. If Zhu Xiangyang knew about Wang Wenjun's death, would he go crazy?
Zhu Yan was only fourteen years old, and her mind was not yet filled with thoughts of love and romance. When Zhu Xiangyang asked, Zhu Yan pointed to the pile of black gravel in front of the study door and said, "Grandpa, grandma is over there."
Zhu Xiangyang looked in the direction of Zhu Yan's finger, and saw only the tightly closed study door and a pile of black mud and sand in front of the door.
"Hui, has your grandmother gone into the study?" Zhu Xiangyang thought Wang Wenjun had gone into the study to "worship the Buddha," and he felt a little anxious. Zhu Xiangyang's biggest fear now was that Wang Wenjun would get too close to the "god statue." He was afraid that if he misjudged her, Wang Wenjun would be harmed by the "god statue," just like Wang Wenjun had been inexplicably critically ill a few days ago.
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