Zhou Dongdong's New Dad

After dinner, Liu Chang'an massaged Qin Peng's legs and feet, stretching out his muscles and joints. Then Qin Peng and Qin Yanan accompanied Liu Chang'an on a walk through the garden.

Qin Peng sat in his wheelchair, pushed by Qin Yanan, following behind Liu Chang'an.

Qin Peng and Qin Yanan both watched his back. Jinling was bathed in moonlight, just as it had been on so many nights a century ago. His shadow stretched long, long behind him, with a little boy at his side imitating the way he walked, trying to appear steady and mature, and a little girl holding one of his fingers as she skipped along.

It felt like only yesterday.

Yet that little boy had already lived through a century of historical upheaval, while that little girl had also experienced a past that seemed like myth to ordinary people.

To him, though, it had merely been a brief instant.

Liu Chang'an took a blanket and covered Qin Peng with it, then poured him a cup of hot water. The night was a little cold. After wandering around the parts of the garden that held so many memories, they returned to the side room to sit around the brazier and talk. It was not until around ten at night, after Qin Peng's secretary Old Zhou had come to remind them several times, that Qin Peng finally went back to rest.

"Sir, there's something I don't know whether I should say."

Qin Peng glanced at Old Zhou. "Then don't say it."

Old Zhou bent at the waist and nodded. The truth was, the matter had been stuck in his throat like a fishbone. A servant had reported to him that the young man whose identity and relationship the old master had never been willing to reveal seemed to