Xu Jixin and Chen Hede have always been on good terms, and Chen often used the Dongxing Nanxian route. Logically speaking, there was no need to hide it. Moreover, the people he mobilized each time were the same old troops that Xu Zhuohua had personally led back then.
Having lived most of his life, Xu Shinong had seen more storms than he had eaten salt. The slightest clue could lead him to a whole series of events.
When Zhou Minhai caused trouble at the Xu family at the beginning of the year, Chen Hede rushed to the rescue, and his eyes revealed his protective instincts towards Zhuohua. Chen Hede could tell that Zhuohua's feelings for him were not ordinary.
Then, recalling that fire—the fire brigade belonged to Chen Hede, and after the fire was extinguished, Hu Moli disappeared without a trace, and was immediately declared dead…
As the events unfolded, a bold hypothesis gradually took shape in his mind.
So, as soon as he finished his business with the Chamber of Commerce, he asked for a small boat that very night and headed to South Lake under the cover of darkness.
The further south the ship sailed and the closer it got to that body of water, the more apprehensive he became, both hoping his guess would come true and fearing that it would all be for nothing.
After all, the fire was so huge that the chances of surviving it were extremely slim.
It wasn't until he lifted the curtain and came in that he saw Xu Zhuohua sitting on the low stool, his face both familiar and thinner, that his heart, which had been hanging in suspense all the way, finally settled down.
At that moment, all anger and doubts were thrown to the back of his mind, leaving only the relief of surviving a disaster and the heartache of seeing her living such a hard life. His eyes couldn't help but well up with tears.
Now Xu Shinong no longer wanted to criticize Xu Zhuohua's ruthlessness; he was more grateful that Xu Zhuohua was still alive.
“Before I entered this door, apart from Chen Hede, no one should have known you were hiding here.”
Xu Zhuohua pursed her lips, nodded, cleared her throat, and said in a hoarse voice, "This was not my intention. Chen Hede sent me here to recuperate. As for erasing the station, it was not intentional, and I never thought of hiding it here."
As Xu Shih-nong listened to Xu Zhuo-hua's hoarse and dry voice, her heart felt like it was being cut by a dull knife, a mixture of sourness and pain.
He took half a step forward, his voice full of a father's concern: "Your throat... what's wrong?"
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