When Sheng Ning finished handling Mr. Feng’s funeral arrangements and buying back the ancestral home, it was already New Year’s Eve by the time she rushed back to the pound. She had greatly overestimated the current efficiency and travel speed; the train’s pace made her long for the high-speed trains of the future.
Firecrackers were still allowed, and the festive atmosphere of the New Year was strong, but instead of feeling any holiday cheer, she felt an impending sense of pressure.
"We’ve all been waiting for you, this efficiency is too slow," Su Jiang said with a satisfied smile when he saw his niece finally make it back for the New Year’s Eve dinner, though he couldn’t resist grumbling a bit.
"If I’d known you were so slow, I should have let you fly my plane."
Su Hai, who hadn’t spoken, glanced at his elder brother. He suddenly recalled how, when he went to give work reports, he’d heard people plaining that his brother was too ostentatious and overbearing.
Now it seemed that they weren’t wrong at all.
However, before Su Hai could say anything, Su Huai’an was the first to speak up, "Is that plane yours? Do you think you can fly it just like that? You have no sense of responsibility."
"Are you two joining forces against me?" Su Jiang rubbed his nose, feeling quite embarrassed.
"That’s right."
"Dad, you’re right."
Sheng Ning, who was playing with the two little babies, noticed that her big-eyed little boy wanted to go outside upon hearing the firecrackers. Indeed, Sheng Ning had only been away for a few days and came back to find that her son could walk.
It was truly an incredible surprise.
Previously, the little boy had been crawling around persistently, and before long, he could walk. Although his steps were still unsteady, he could already take a few wobbly steps with his little bottom swaying.
The little sister was quite behaved, her demeanor gentle and quiet, and she was quite delicate. When her brother began to walk, she continued playing by herself without even glancing at him. The little brother, perhaps seeking a sense of presence, would often wobble his way in front of his little sister and smile proudly.
Each time this happened, the little sister would turn her soft, plump face away. Her expression was so vivid, clearly expressing her disdain.
Sheng Ning laughed every time she saw this.
Su Huai’an found it too boring to watch his father and uncle bicker, so he turned to help Sheng Ning with the kids, waiting to watch the Spring Festival Gala.
"Cousin, can you watch them for a moment? I need to make a call to the family." Strictly speaking, she should be calling her family first thing, or returning to her hometown directly.
However, there were many things, like arranging Uncle’s ashes and the ongoing dangerous situation with the Living Yama. With so much piling up, she really didn’t know how to explain it to her parents-in-law.
Su Huai’an was surprised and raised his eyebrows when he heard her say this.
"You’re going to call?"
"Yes!" Sheng Ning gave a wry smile, "I can’t keep avoiding it." Even though she didn’t know how to face it, she still had to. She couldn’t let the elders at home keep worrying.
"But President Xu..." Su Huai’an stopped mid-sentence as he realized he had misspoken.
Recently, there had been no updates on Xu Qigang, and everyone was worried about this. His father hadn’t returned to the Southern District because of it. On the surface, this year passed peacefully, but in reality, it was extremely dangerous.
Shen Feihu, even during the New Year, was stationed at the border of Heihe. No one could persuade him to e back.
Frankly, the relationship between Xu Qigang and Shen Feihu was indeed enviable. As Su Jiang put it, even such a reckless man, who wasn’t known for reliability, could achieve this.
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