Song Wei felt utterly pleased and exchanged a glance with Lin Zhen and Lin Ping’an.
Understanding her meaning, the two picked up the twins and made a quick exit before Song Tian and Zhang Peng could retaliate with insults.
They left the pair fuming with nowhere to vent their anger—hopefully stewing in their frustration.
After leaving the state-run restaurant, they made their way to the place where Song Wei’s uncle, Feng Tingxuan, lived.
Feng Tingxuan’s home was a small Western-style villa. As Song Wei arrived, she felt a sense of familiarity—this was a place embedded in the memories of the original Song Wei.
She had lived with her uncle when she was very young.
She rang the doorbell, but it wasn’t her uncle who opened the door. Instead, it was a beautiful woman.
Just as Song Wei was feeling puzzled, the sound of barking came from inside the house.
Soon after, a familiar Border Collie rushed out—it was Xiao Laoda (Little Boss), now fully grown.
Xiao Laoda wagged its tail excitedly, circling around them with clear delight.
“Xiao Laoda, you still remember us!”
“Woof woof woof…”
Since Xiao Laoda was here, this had to be her uncle’s place. But who was that woman?
“Who are you?”
“You must be Song Wei. Tingxuan has told me about you, your husband, and your two sons.”
The woman looked somewhat mixed-race, with features that carried an exotic charm, reminding Song Wei of Nankang Brigade.
There were people from Xinjiang ethnic groups in Nankang Brigade.
This woman was likely from there as well.
Sure enough, the woman introduced herself: “My name is Mu Na. Please, come in. Tingxuan went to his former workplace and might be back a bit later.”
Song Wei had already guessed her identity—if all went well, she would likely become her aunt in the future.
Curious, Song Wei chatted with Mu Na after entering, even asking how she and her uncle had met.
Mu Na blushed slightly: “I was out herding with my brother when my horse got spooked. Tingxuan saved me then.”
It was a classic hero-saves-the-beauty story, though Feng Tingxuan hadn’t thought much of it.
But Mu Na started visiting him frequently after that.
Actually, even before the incident, Mu Na had already noticed Feng Tingxuan.
She felt he was different from others—he carried a mature, refined demeanor unlike the villagers or the educated youth.
The hero-saves-the-beauty moment gave Mu Na an excuse and the courage to seek him out.
However, due to Feng Tingxuan’s special status, Mu Na’s family would never have allowed them to be together.
So, Mu Na secretly visited Feng Tingxuan each time, and their relationship grew closer in private.
Though shy while recounting this, Mu Na was a cheerful and straightforward woman.
“I could sense he had feelings for me too. Later, I confessed to him, but he rejected me. I knew it was because of his circumstances—he didn’t want to burden me—but I was still heartbroken for a while.”
Song Wei took her side: “Uncle went too far! How could he make a girl sad?”
Mu Na nodded: “Exactly! But… but it wasn’t entirely his fault.”
Song Wei thought to herself, This must be true love.
Mu Na smiled sheepishly: “But now everything’s fine. The stains on his record have been cleared, and he’s returned to the city. Everyone in our brigade envies me.”
After Feng Tingxuan was rehabilitated and confirmed to return to Rongcheng to resume his former job, the first thing he did was bring gifts to Mu Na’s home and openly visit her family.
He made the commitment a man should, and that time, Mu Na’s parents no longer stood in their way.
In the end, Mu Na followed Feng Tingxuan to Rongcheng.
“I’ve seen you all before, back in Nankang Brigade. I just never expected you to be his niece.”
She looked at the twin babies and said, “The children have grown so much. I’ve even seen photos of them when they were infants.”
Song Wei smiled and said, “Both you and Uncle are good-looking. When you get married and have children in the future, they’ll definitely be beautiful.”
Mu Na wasn’t shy; instead, she looked hopeful: “I also want a beautiful baby, as pretty as Xiao Nan and Xiao Bei.”
The conversation in the house was filled with joy and warmth.
When Feng Tingxuan returned and saw Song Wei and the others, a smile spread across his face.
“You’re here.”
It was the first time in so long that Feng Tingxuan’s home had been so lively. During dinner, everyone drank and chatted together.
“Uncle, did you get your job back? What about your previous assets?”
Feng Tingxuan nodded: “The job is back, same as before. But as for the assets…”
There was a hint of regret in his eyes: “Many of the antique items in the house were taken away back then, and most of them are now lost to who knows where. There were inevitably some losses.”
But he wasn’t disheartened.
“Still, as long as we’re alive, everything will get better.”
He would work and gradually earn money to improve their lives.
“What about you? What are your plans for the future?”
Feng Tingxuan knew Song Wei hadn’t taken the college entrance exam, and he was still concerned.
Song Wei: “I’ll wait until the children are a bit older before making plans.”
Since the private contracting system hadn’t been implemented yet, Song Wei didn’t want to reveal her ideas.
Lin Zhen: “I’ll continue working at the transport station for now. When private business is allowed in the future, I plan to use my advantages to bring goods from the south to sell in the north, and also take some northern products to sell in the south.”
Feng Tingxuan paused but ultimately didn’t say anything.
With policies gradually improving, perhaps that day would really come.
Feng Tingxuan wasn’t narrow-minded. Although he didn’t fully understand the profit dynamics involved, he knew it could certainly make money.
Lin Zhen wasn’t impulsive and didn’t need anyone meddling in his affairs.
Later, everyone continued drinking and chatting about everyday life.
Feng Tingxuan also played with the two children.
He was a gentle man, and it was clear he adored the twins. He even gave each of them a ping’an kou (a traditional Chinese peace knot pendant).
“These are items I managed to hide. Thankfully, some of the things I concealed weren’t lost.”
The jade of the ping’an kou was of excellent quality. He directly placed them around the children’s necks.
“I hope you both grow up safe and sound.”
“Thank you, Great-Uncle.”
The two children thanked him politely in their sweet, childish voices.
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