Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s

Chapter 1788: Chapter 1787: Never Ask What Shouldn’t Be Asked.

”From now on, you’d better be more cautious with that person.” An Hao frowned and said, ”His motives toward you are not pure. His eyes are not just the appreciation and affection of a man toward a woman.”

”What else did you notice?” Lin Qiushu raised her head and smiled at An Hao as she asked.

”He wants something from you! I don’t like the way he looks at people. It’s as if everyone who walks past him is stripped bare under his gaze. Don’t be fooled by his smile—it never reaches his eyes.” That was the exact feeling An Hao had just now.

Earlier, Qin Jian had warned her that this Boss Hou wasn’t someone with straightforward intentions. Now, An Hao felt the same.

”Alright. Don’t worry about it. My interactions with him will be kept to a minimum!”

”That’s good.”

The coffee was served. An Hao and Lin Qiushu lowered their heads, stirring their cups as they quietly chatted about the upcoming wedding arrangements.

At another table, Cang Lang tilted his head slightly, his gaze inadvertently sweeping across An Hao’s face. His eyes flickered briefly, like a stream of light flashing past—there one moment, gone the next.

”Boss, more and more people are coming in. It’s getting inconvenient to talk here. Shall we head back home?”

Cang Lang nodded, stood up, and walked toward the café’s exit.

As he pushed the door open, he turned back to look and said to Hou Zicheng, ”Get me all the identity details on that woman. Investigate the people around her, too.”

”Lin Qiushu?”

”Her companion.”

”Got it, got it!” Hou Zicheng asked curiously, ”What’s so special about this woman? Or did you notice something?”

”Never ask questions you shouldn’t.” Cang Lang left behind this remark as he pulled off his baseball cap and casually threw it onto the roadside. Running a hand through his hair, he walked into the bustling crowd on the street.

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The sky poured down autumn rain relentlessly. It was already mid-October, and the weather was growing colder by the day.

On the training grounds, Qin Jian stood with his hands clasped behind his back, watching several companies of warriors crawling and rolling through the rain and mud as they trained. Their roars echoed with unyielding momentum, piercing the skies.

Being a soldier demanded precisely this spirit—one that feared neither hardship nor exhaustion, one that shed sweat and blood but never tears.

”Go. Call Captain Tian over for me,” Qin Jian said after observing for a few minutes.

Two minutes later, Tian Niu crawled out of a mud pit, panting heavily as he arrived before Qin Jian. ”Report! Commander, how’s my soldiers’ training? They’re not worse off than those reconnaissance unit guys, right?”

”I’d say you’re average at best! If your men want to compare themselves to the reconnaissance unit, they’ve still got a long way to go!” Qin Jian replied, his eyes fixed on a warrior who had just fallen off an obstacle. He frowned as he spoke.

”Did you come here just to dampen our training morale? Commander, honestly, my soldiers are doing pretty well!” Tian Niu said, wiping mud off his face.

”How can a leader who’s so easily satisfied possibly shape a team of outstanding warriors?” Qin Jian shot him a glare and scolded in a low voice.

”Yes! I understand my mistake! Please provide more instruction, Commander!”

”No instructions today! Change your clothes quickly and come with me to the divisional headquarters for a meeting!” Qin Jian ordered.

”Headquarters? What’s the meeting about?”

”An important meeting. All cadres at the company level and above in the regiment must attend! Everyone else is already geared up and ready to go, but you’re still nowhere to be seen! I had no choice but to come and get you myself!” Qin Jian said discontentedly.