"Hmm?" Wen Jiu didn't bother to refute the "wife" call anymore, and sat up straight to ask, "What's wrong?"
The background noise from across the street was a bit loud, Wen Jiu guessed it was probably coming from backstage.
Shen Huaian removed his equipment, wiped his eyes, and said, "My brother and sister-in-law had a fight."
Wen Jiu's mind raced for a moment before he realized that he was referring to Feng Meiren and Shen Family's brother.
"What happened? Is it serious?"
The agent came to pick him up, and Shen Huaian followed him all the way to the back door. They sat in a private lounge, where everything around them quieted down and the sounds became clearer.
Wen Jiu listened quietly as he recounted the whole story, his smile gradually replaced by worry.
The night before last, Shen Huaian came out of his room after finishing his dance practice and vaguely heard an argument coming from the study, so he crouched down to eavesdrop.
Shen Qianshan's voice was cold as he asked Feng Yuan if she had touched something she shouldn't have.
Feng Yuan didn't speak, but simply said, "I am an assassin."
That's basically a response.
Shen Qianshan nodded and released him. "Okay."
But someone reached out and grabbed him again. Shen Huaian heard Feng Yuan ask, "Don't you love me, Shen Qianshan?"
Didn't you say you'd take responsibility for me?
"I love you, but before that, I love my country." Shen Qianshan slowly and firmly pushed him away, straightening her sleeves, her eyes cold. "I will take responsibility for you, but not here."
"On the battlefield, I will personally arrest you."
The cold, hard tone sent a shiver down Shen Huaian's spine.
"You can leave now."
Feng Yuan chuckled softly and said, "Aren't you going to let me stay for dinner? You promised to make me sweet and sour pork tonight."
After a brief silence, Shen Huaian heard his brother's cold and restrained voice. "I think, as the second-in-command of the organization, the esteemed Lord Y, you won't miss this meal."
Feng Yuan chuckled softly again, "That's true."
Then came the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer. Shen Huaian hurriedly hid in a room in the corridor. A moment later, he saw Feng Yuan come out.
Shen Huaian waited for a while, but his older brother didn't come out, until the motorcycle downstairs roared away and gradually disappeared into the distance.
His nose tingled with emotion, and just as he was about to ask his older brother a question, the study door opened again.
This time, an important guest came to the living room.
Shen Huaian looked down through the staircase at the corner of the second floor. The man who came was dressed in military uniform, looking spirited, with slightly graying temples. He recognized him as his father's comrade-in-arms, now a general, Ren Huaizhong.
Shen Qianshan brewed tea for him and politely said, " Uncle Ren."
Ren Huaizhong, with a kind face, asked warmly, "Where's An'an? Is she still busy outside?"
"Practicing singing upstairs."
Shen Huaian pouted. Although Uncle Ren had held him and treated him very well, he still didn't like him coming to his house.
Every time my brother comes, he's away from home for quite a while.
Although he was usually busy with work and they often couldn't meet, at least Shen Huaian could make sure his brother was safe at home.
Instead of going out on dangerous missions that would cause worry.
"I was initially angry with my brother for being heartless, kicking my sister-in-law out without even giving her a meal, but when I saw Uncle Ren, I realized he had no choice."
Shen Huaian lay on the table and said to Wen Jiu, "Brother is going on a mission too. He'll leave after the New Year."
Wen Jiu felt down too, and asked Shen Huaian, "Where are you now? Is someone coming to pick you up?"
"Yes, Lin Fox will come to pick me up," Shen Huaian said. "I'm worried about my brother, and I'm also worried about my sister-in-law."
"The sweet and sour pork wasn't made that night because neither my brother nor I liked it; only my sister-in-law did. I knew my brother was going to see her this time."
"This operation is very dangerous, more dangerous than before. I asked my brother if he could not go, but if he didn't want to, Uncle Ren wouldn't let him take over."
"But my brother said... he said..."
As Shen Huaian spoke, his voice trembled with emotion, "He was the one who drove him away; I must go and take him home myself."
"Otherwise... he'll throw a tantrum."
Shen Huaian felt like crying when he thought of the look in his brother's eyes. He didn't know why things had turned out this way. Perhaps, their identities had destined them to end up like this.
"Second brother, I'm so sad right now."
"Don't cry, waaaah, your crying makes me want to cry too..." Wen Jiu pulled out several tissues and kept wiping away her tears. "What should I do?"
"I don't want anything to happen to my beauty, sob sob..."
Despite knowing that Feng Yuan's hands were definitely stained with blood and that he might have actually broken a taboo—otherwise Shen Qianshan wouldn't have driven him away before the military personnel arrived— Wen Jiu just couldn't bring herself to dislike the beauty.
"Besides, even beauties have tempers," Wen Jiu imagined. "He'll definitely sulk and refuse to eat. It's so cold outside, where can he go by himself?"
"Of all the lights in the world, not a single one was lit for him. How painful it must have been for him..."
Shen Huaian: "Waaaaah, damn it, Second Brother, stop talking!"
Shen Huaian just wanted to talk to a friend, and he didn't know why he had a brain fart and Wen Jiu. He didn't expect that Wen Jiu would not only not offer any comfort, but would cry even more miserably than him!
She even added her own imagination, and the scene she described made him want to cry even more.
When Lin Changfeng arrived at the backstage dressing room, Feng Chi finished cooking and entered the room, only to find his wife sitting there, crying her eyes out in front of her phone.
As soon as she entered, her red, tear-filled eyes looked at me, making her look pitiful.
Feng Chi & Lin Changfeng: "..."
It took half an hour to finally calm his wife down.
Lin Changfeng sighed, "Honey, what's gotten into you that you're looking for Wen Jiu?"
"You could at least ask Yu Qing."
Shen Huaian finally realized what was happening and silently wiped away her tears from the passenger seat. "Oh, right."
Lin Changfeng: "..."
"Let's go, I'll take you home." Lin Changfeng sighed again, helping the child fasten his seatbelt. "I'll come and keep you company after your brother leaves."
This was all arranged in advance by Shen Qianshan. Lin Changfeng had made a firm decision to clean up the Lin Family's affairs, and there were no other troubles. Shen Qianshan left all the bodyguards behind, but he was still worried, so he entrusted his younger brother to Lin Changfeng's care.
Shen Huaian nodded sullenly.
"Don't worry, my little one." Lin Changfeng leaned over and kissed him gently, his voice tender, "You have to trust them."
"Um."
"Waaaaah, Feng Chi, let me tell you... slurp!" Wen Jiu large mouthful of noodles, chewing and swallowing through her tears, " Feng Yuan definitely has his reasons!"
"That's how it's written in novels!" Wen Jiu said. "I believe him!"
Feng Chi silently took out a tissue, not interrupting his wife's imagination.
"He was such a good person, yet he lived in such an environment every day, constantly on the edge of a knife."
Wen Jiu lowered his head and took a sip of soup, obediently letting Feng Chi wipe his mouth. "I finally fell in love with someone, but we have to turn against each other, and I can't even go home."
Feng Chi sighed helplessly and reminded her, "... Wife, I'm serious, maybe you should read fewer novels in the future."
Upon Wen Jiu, Wen Jiu's tears fell even harder. "Waaah, what do you suggest we do?"
"My favorite couple can't break up!"
Feng Chi pulled the person into his arms and soothed them gently, "It's alright, don't cry, don't cry. Here, there's one last bite."
"Oh, oh." Wen Jiu finished slurping, then consciously took the tissue from Feng Chi's hand to wipe her mouth. After a moment of silence, the smile on her lips faded.
Feng Chi swiftly carried the person to the bed and, before the other could continue crying, directly covered his mouth.
"Hmm..."
Damn it! No sportsmanship whatsoever!
Feng Yuan is definitely not a good person.
Before Wen Jiu could even feel sad, Feng Chi said, "But you can rest assured, they won't turn against each other, and it won't end badly."
Wen Jiu listened blankly, wanting him to continue, but the man gave a wicked smile and asked, "Want to know why?"
"Nonsense!" Who stops halfway through a story?
Why keep us in suspense at such a crucial moment?
But the man just looked at him meaningfully and said nothing more.
Helpless, Wen Jiu could only lean in and kiss him repeatedly, urging him to tell her quickly.
"You said you'd kiss me until I cried," Feng Chi pressed on, "This isn't enough."
Wen Jiu seemed to be burned by his gaze, her fingertips twitching slightly. She stammered, trying to bargain, "You... you go first."
Feng Chi raised an eyebrow, then let him go. "Alright."
Do you remember what I told you about Shen Qianshan's identity before?
"I remember, I graduated from military academy." (Chapter 99)
Wen Jiu had just heard from Shen Huaian that Old Master Shen was a retired general from the military compound. Shen's father was a decorated officer who died a heroic death, and Shen's mother was a successful businesswoman. However, she was overwhelmed with grief during her pregnancy with Shen Huaian Shen Huaian.
In order to better take care of Shen Huaian, Shen Qianshan followed in his mother's footsteps and left the military to go into business.
" Shen Qianshan's combat strength ranks second in the department," Feng Chi said. " Feng Yuan is first."