Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s

”How did you know?” Yan Huan looked at him with slight surprise.

Ji Chuan chuckled and subtly pointed his chin toward Feng Yuzhi: ”I saw my mother-in-law’s lips curl up to the heavens, you must have hit Qiu Xinyi. Also, look at your palm, only people who have hit someone have hands that red. I bet Qiu Xinyi’s face is the one that’s red.”

”Mm-hmm. You’re absolutely right.” Yan Huan grinned, ”I finally got to let off some steam this time.”

Ji Chuan gave her a thumbs up: ”Next time, take it easy when you hit someone, look how red your hand is.”

”Don’t worry. I learned my lesson this time, next time I hit someone, I’ll use finesse,” Yan Huan said with a victorious smile.

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The old ginger is indeed spicier, Feng Yuzhi personally stepped up to eliminate future troubles and helped her daughter eradicate the threat. She wants to make sure Qiu Xinyi can never appear in Ji Chuan’s life.

Qiu Xinyi fled in a sorry state from the affiliated hospital’s residential compound, staggered to hail a taxi and returned to her family home in the compound. Along the way, she hid herself from view.

Her head hung low against her chest, fearing someone would recognize her.

She sneaked back into her home like a thief, the first thing she did was go to the mirror to check her beaten face.

When she saw her face, bruised and swollen like a pig’s head in the mirror, she couldn’t help but cover her mouth and cry. She couldn’t swallow this anger.

For nearly thirty years, she lived like a proud princess, never had she suffered such humiliation.

If she doesn’t vent this anger, she’ll never be at ease for the rest of her life.

Qiu Xinyi changed out of her muddy clothes, applied cold water to her face, hoping to reduce the swelling, at least so she wouldn’t look so pathetic when she reports to another military unit the next day.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded at the door, and soon after, the house’s door was opened by someone.

Is Father back now?

Qiu Xinyi was puzzled, then heard the soldier’s voice: ”Chief, it’s late, please get some rest! Please don’t get angry, it might harm your health!”

”You can go. Come pick me up at eight o’clock tomorrow morning,” Chief Qiu said with a sullen face as he sent his soldier away.

Qiu Xinyi came out of the bathroom, covered her face with a towel, and walked to her father. She had heard that her father was angry, and she knew why he was angry.

Chief Qiu saw Qiu Xinyi with a towel half-covering her face, only showing her red eyes looking at him. His already gloomy expression now resembled the sky before a June storm, dark clouds gathering, a low-pressure atmosphere.

”Take the towel off!” he said in a deep voice.

”Dad, what’s wrong?” Qiu Xinyi saw his very off expression and knew he was upset, though she didn’t know the reason for his anger, she timidly asked him, ”Who made you angry?”

”I said take the towel off!” Chief Qiu suppressed his anger, his voice raised loudly.

Chief Qiu’s sudden outburst startled Qiu Xinyi. Since her mother’s death, her father had never lost his temper with her.

Today, he suddenly treated her this way, really leaving Qiu Xinyi stunned, her eyes fixed on her father, completely baffled by why he was so furious.

Chief Qiu saw his daughter staring at him blankly, seemingly indifferent, as if he had swallowed gunpowder, he exploded, grabbed the towel covering Qiu Xinyi’s face, and tore it away.