Night fell.
Under a sky glittering with stars, Xu Jinghe arrived at the gates of the Beijing Military District in an airport shuttle. He pulled out his pass from his pocket and showed it to the soldier on duty.
At the same time, Jiang Ye was seeing Gu Che off.
Her gaze landed on the man not far away, holding a “big brother” phone—his fair skin, tall stature, and vaguely familiar features, along with the expensive mobile in his hand, caught her attention.
Jiang Ye stopped in her tracks.
Gu Che asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She shook her head, forcing a smile. “I just thought I saw someone I know, but I can’t remember who.”
Gu Che didn’t press further.
After walking him to the gate, Jiang Ye waved at Gu Che cheerfully. “I have something to do tomorrow, so come back the day after for tutoring, okay?”
*God knows what kind of torture today was.*
Just looking at those books made her dizzy, but she had to pretend to be eager to learn in front of Gu Che.
“Mm.” Gu Che nodded.
After sending him off, Jiang Ye headed back toward the family quarters when a name suddenly flashed in her mind—**Xu Jinghe!**
In her past life, Gu Che had become a rising star in business.
But the true industry titan was **Xu Jinghe**, whose empire spanned multiple sectors, from technology to agriculture, and even had ties to the government.
Gu Che had spent years trying to cozy up to Xu Jinghe but could never find an opening, often grumbling about it.
Jiang Ye narrowed her eyes. Thinking it over, it made sense that Xu Jinghe had connections in the military district—his background was no joke.
The question was whether his family held high-ranking positions or if he had other channels.
…
Following childhood memories, Xu Jinghe made his way to Grandpa Huo’s house.
The military family quarters looked much the same as he remembered, with only the trees lining the roads grown taller and fuller. Seeing the lights on inside, he knocked on the courtyard gate.
The first person he saw was a thin little boy in slippers, who dashed to the inner door and looked up at him with starry eyes. “Are you my uncle?”
Xu Jinghe’s throat tightened slightly at the sight of the boy’s resemblance to his sister. “You must be Xiao Chuan?”
“I’m Xiao Chuan! Are you my uncle?”
“I am.”
Kneeling, Xu Jinghe gently ruffled Xiao Chuan’s hair, meeting his bright gaze. “Xiao Chuan, do you remember where your parents are buried?”
Before coming to Beijing, his parents had insisted he find out where their daughter’s grave was. Even if they’d cut ties in the past, they still wanted to pay their respects now that she was gone.
Xiao Chuan nodded. “I remember.”
“After we leave Beijing, I’ll take you to see your grandparents.”
“Okay!”
Wen Ci soon appeared at the gate as well, smiling warmly. “Xu Jinghe?”
“Sister-in-law, hello.”
She welcomed him inside, where Wen Yaozu was sprawled on the sofa. He lazily beckoned Xiao Chuan. “Hey, check if there are any apples left on the table. Bring me one.”
Xiao Chuan glanced between Wen Yaozu and his uncle, torn, before finally announcing in a small voice, “Uncle, I’ll go get Boss an apple first, then come sit with you.”
Xu Jinghe’s face filled with confusion.
“**This is your boss?!**”
“Yep!” Xiao Chuan’s eyes sparkled with admiration as he recalled how Wen Yaozu had stood up for him. “Boss is *really* nice.”
“O…kay then.”
Xiao Chuan scampered to the table, picked the biggest, reddest apple, and trotted back to Wen Yaozu. “Here, Boss! Your apple.”
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