What Can I Do Even If I'm Angry?

Li Ye had slept at Zaojunmiao that night. Just after dawn the next morning, he heard Li Kaijian calling outside his door.

"Xiao Ye, Xiao Ye, it's almost light out. Can you take me to the train station?"

"Huh?"

As Li Ye opened the door, he said, "Of course I can take you to the train station, but I haven't booked you a ticket yet! If you go line up now, you might not even get one."

Li Kaijian urged anxiously, "What ticket? Just buy a platform ticket, get on the train, and make up the fare later. Come on, come on, I remember there's an express train to Shanghai in the morning. Don't miss it."

Seeing how anxious Li Kaijian was, Li Ye said helplessly, "Father, you finally made a trip to Beijing. Aren't you going to see your daughter and grandson?"

Li Kaijian froze for a moment, then muttered, "There's a whole lot to do at home. That urea production line you told me about is important. I need to hurry back and make arrangements."

"..."

"Oh, oh, oh, important, important. You're right."

Li Ye did not want to expose a middle-aged man's lie, so he merely went along with it as he drove Li Kaijian to the train station.

Fertilizer really was in short supply these days, and a urea production line was indeed immensely important to the Qinghe Fertilizer Factory. But Li Ye, whose powers of observation were sharp to the extreme, knew perfectly well that Li Kaijian was worried about Han Chunmei, who was still at home with an IV drip hanging from her arm.

One day as husband and wife brought a hundred days of grace—let alone the fact that he and Han Chunmei had been together for six years.

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