As for the Miao Family, the father-in-law and son-in-law exchanged a few thoughts and then dropped the topic. Just from the cardboard box you could tell the other party was clever—raking up that history would do no one any good.
Plenty of second-generation warlords, once they lost the protection of their factions, were blackmailed abroad and threatened into becoming enemy agents. What does it mean to have a brother-in-law in such a high and powerful position? You can pretty much guess what choices they’d make.
By the time Zhang Guoqing returned to the room, it was deep into the night and everything was quiet. On the kang in the outer study, Ping’an was sound asleep. After checking the ice tray and mosquito net, he slipped quietly into the bedroom.
—The twins were placed on the kang, with Zhou Jiao in the middle reading a book.
Seeing this, he didn’t try to persuade Zhou Jiao to stop reading. Her confinement was almost two months in already; some taboos could be relaxed. But with them lying like this, where was he supposed to sleep?
"Brother, isn’t it really hot tonight?"
Zhang Guoqing felt his sons’ necks—sure enough, there was sweat. He cursed with a smile, "These little brats! They’re running me ragged. First thing this morning, Ping’an woke up and asked if I slept in the study again last night."
Zhou Jiao watched him carefully pick up his son and even bend down to kiss him. She couldn’t help but smile—this man wasn’t just a good husband, he was a model father for the whole nation.
"We don’t have much time to keep him company usually, so of course the child clings a bit. Now with these two added in, it’s inevitable we neglect him sometimes. Tomorrow we should make up another bed. My confinement’s basically done; after this we can put more ice trays in here."
Zhang Guoqing studied her complexion and nodded. He took the ancient text from her hands. "You really like studying medicine? Are you seriously planning to follow that old man to clinic every weekend from now on?"
"For something that can save your life, ’like’ or ’don’t like’ doesn’t really apply. It’s rare to have a good teacher; better to learn more while I’m still young. Besides, maybe I’ll actually need it one day."
"..." Zhang Guoqing decided he couldn’t discuss this topic with a photographic-memory study maniac; it was too bruising to his ego.
After washing up and getting on the kang, he brought up Xiao Zhou. At the wedding banquet this time, he’d heard the other man was planning to apply to go to the Southwest. That was a bit sudden.
Zhou Jiao gave him a strange look.
"What?"
"If Dad weren’t here, even I would want to leave. What’s so great about Beijing?"
"No. It’s that the place he’s applying for isn’t right." Zhang Guoqing shook his head. "Our eldest cousin-uncle is going to the Southwest, and he also wants to go to the Southwest. Could there be some kind of treasure hidden there?"
"You didn’t ask Dad?"
"No. I need to think things through on my own first; I can’t run to him about everything."
"That’s a whole big military region; it’s not like they’ll definitely all be assigned to the same spot. What treasure could there be? They’re making a fuss about going down there just to get promotions. Count it out—who’s sitting in command in each of the big military regions?"
Zhang Guoqing stared thoughtfully at the top of the mosquito net. After a while, he slapped his thigh. "Jiao Jiao, you should first go work at the grassroots level, then plan to transfer to the Planning Commission."
Zhou Jiao was startled and snapped coquettishly, "You scared me. My situation is different from others. My dad told me some time ago that the higher-ups have already named me."
Zhang Guoqing looked at her with grievance. Could they still play fair? Something this important, and father and daughter hadn’t breathed a word to him.
"You looked really busy some time ago, didn’t you?" Zhou Jiao collapsed into his arms with a laugh. "Let them play however they like. As long as I’m with you, anywhere is fine, short of scrubbing toilets."
"Right, that’s the main point."
Zhou Jiao nodded with a smile, but felt a bit uneasy inside. She hoped this move would draw the schemers’ attention onto herself and to some extent ease the malice aimed at Zhang Guoqing.
The game had already begun, and there were things she couldn’t spell out to Zhang Guoqing. Cheng Sijin’s transfer out of town was also a way of starting to guard against certain people.
Zhou Jiao buried herself in his arms and took a deep breath of that familiar scent. This man was the one she was determined to protect—best if no one ever got any ideas about him. If they did, she wouldn’t mind getting blood on her hands.
Zhang Guoqing didn’t know what she was thinking, but he could feel her unease. He narrowed his eyes slightly and unconsciously patted her gently with both hands. One day, he would be able to rely on himself to shield his wife so she could live exactly as she pleased.
...
No matter how worried you are, the future is always unknown; days still pass one by one, and time will never stop for anyone’s will.
After a torrential rain, the blazing sun came out again. Zhou Jiao slung her beloved big shoulder bag over her back, hugged two books to her chest, and hurried out of the Big Courtyard.
In the little courtyard in the alley, Master Hu watched his beloved apprentice and beamed, waving her over. "Finished them already? You can take the copper man home today."
The "copper man" he mentioned was a genuine copper figure—supposedly his most treasured possession, set aside specially for his apprentice to inherit. Of course, when Zhou Jiao heard that sort of talk, she just smiled.
"Master, have you eaten?"
"I’ve eaten, I’ve eaten. Where’s that brat Xiao Wu, why didn’t he come with you?"
Zhou Jiao had known his second sentence would be about Zhang Guoqing. Who knew what was with these two? Out of their mouths it was always "stinky old man" and "damn brat," yet their relationship was as close as real grandfather and grandson.
"He’s tied up with something today and couldn’t get away."
"Hmph. That damn brat is busy with nonsense." Doctor Hu lifted his chin and scolded proudly, then immediately turned and smiled as he pointed toward the study. "Good disciple, come."
Zhou Jiao was long used to his capriciousness. She signed a greeting to Aunt, who was doing crafts at the stone table, and sighed inwardly when she saw the finished paper boxes.
Once inside the study, Zhou Jiao asked softly, "Master, is Uncle Hu’s nephew really reliable? They’ve hardly seen each other for years. People’s hearts are hard to read."
Old Hu chuckled at her words. The child had finally brought it up. It wasn’t easy for him to comment either. Strictly speaking, with Hu’s demobilization pay and the fact that they were living off him, Aunt really didn’t need to be making those little boxes.
"Master..."
"Enough. Hu only has that little bit of bloodline left in his family. If he wants to help, let him. I’ve met those people; they’re fairly honest and simple. Hu knows what he’s doing."

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