The true heiress of metaphysics travels back to the 1970s and recognizes her father, a high-ranking

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After a while of being busy, Jin Yanming had some free time, so he thought for a moment and dialed his friend's number.

"Hello, who is this?" Fu Changqing's steady voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Old Fu, it's me!" Jin Yanming's tone carried a familiar smile.

"Old Jin, you got lucky with your call. Any later and I'd have to head back to my unit!"

"Hey, I was just thinking that if you weren't home, I would tell your wife about this!" Jin Yanming joked with a smile.

"Oh? What is it? Is it about Mo Xuan's condition?" Fu Changqing's heart skipped a beat, guessing that it was probably about his son asking a friend to check his leg injury.

He Fengshu, who was tidying up the house, heard her husband mention their son and immediately rushed over, pressing her ear to the receiver, her eyes full of urgency.

"You guessed it! Mo Xuan came to see me yesterday."

Fu Changqing glanced at his wife, suppressing the worry in his heart:

"What about Mo Xuan's leg injury..."

Jin Yanming's expression became more serious, and he recounted the details of Fu Moxuan's examination in detail.

Although Mr. and Mrs. Fu were somewhat prepared, their hearts still sank deeper upon hearing Jin Yanming's words.

Jin Yanming then told the two of them about how he had asked someone to inquire about Fu Moxuan's situation, and Fu Changqing finally sighed:

"Old Jin, I'll have to trouble you with this."

"You're being too polite, brother. By the way, you'll never guess who Mo Xuan came with!" Jin Yanming deliberately kept everyone in suspense, his tone laced with amusement.

"If it wasn't him? Then it must be Xie Chuan, the third son of the Jiang family."

Fu Changqing pondered. His son was aloof and had never been good at interacting with outsiders. In Wanshan Brigade, he probably only knew Jiang Xiechuan and the Meng couple.

"Hey, that girl really does have the surname Jiang!"

"A little girl?"

"A little girl?"

Fu Changqing and He Fengshu exclaimed in surprise at the same time. They looked at each other and saw disbelief in each other's eyes.

Fu Changqing gripped the receiver, his tone hesitant: "Old Jin, you said the one with Mo Xuan was a young girl?" He couldn't quite believe it!

"Yes, she's a very pretty girl. You don't know, she's incredibly capable! I think Mo Xuan has a bit of a crush on her!"

Jin Yanming was about to tell his friend in detail what had happened in the past two days when a patient walked in, so he had to say:

"Old Fu, I'm busy for a bit, let's talk again when I have time!" Jin Yanming said, then hung up the phone.

"Sigh..." Fu Changqing wanted to ask more questions, but the phone went dead.

He put down the receiver, turned to his wife, and asked in a questioning tone, "Was the son Lao Jin was talking about really our son?"

"Probably... but when did our son start walking with a young girl?" He Fengshu frowned, her face full of confusion.

Their son was handsome from a young age. When he was little, girls in the compound and female classmates at school always loved to swarm around him.

However, he found those girls too delicate and noisy. Over time, he avoided them whenever he saw them, and was even colder to those who liked him.

The couple were filled with anxiety and wanted to ask more questions, but they were at a loss. Fu Changqing was in a hurry to return to his unit, so he could only quickly straighten his uniform as he spoke:

"I'm going back to my unit now!"

"When you have time, give Lao Jin a call and ask what happened, then let me know. Otherwise, I'll keep thinking about it!"

"Don't have too high hopes. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Our son is only in his early twenties, so there's no need to rush!" Fu Changqing comforted him gently.

"How can I not be anxious? You know our son's personality. He avoids women like the plague. When will he ever find a wife? Let me tell you, don't forget what I told you!" He Fengshu said as she straightened her husband's collar.

"I know, I know! Tell me, if Mo Xuan brought home a country girl as his wife, could you accept it?" Fu Changqing looked at his wife.

"How could I not accept it? As long as he doesn't bring other men home, I can accept it!"

He Fengshu rolled her eyes at Fu Changqing as she spoke. Knowing her son's personality, she was prepared for him to remain a bachelor for life.

Fu Changqing: ......

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After leaving the hospital, Fu Moxuan and Jiang Muyan first had lunch at a state-run restaurant, then checked out of their guesthouse before heading back to Wanshan Brigade.

"Let's go, let's get a car!" Jiang Muyan suggested as they walked out of the guesthouse.

"Let's walk back. Aren't you prone to motion sickness?" Fu Moxuan suggested.

Jiang Muyan shook her head. "It's okay, I can handle it!"

Actually, she didn't want to take the car at all, but when she thought of Fu Moxuan's leg injury, she couldn't bear to make him endure the pain and walk dozens of miles with her.

The two walked to the bus station, and after boarding the bus, Jiang Muyan took out a piece of dried tangerine peel to keep on hand.

The return journey was still bumpy, and when Jiang Muyan got off the bus, her face had turned deathly pale.

She got out of the car and let out a long sigh of relief. Fu Moxuan took her handbag and said, "Have some water to calm down!"

"Hmm!" Jiang Muyan picked up the water bottle, took a sip, and then said, "I'm fine, let's go quickly!"

It takes about half an hour to walk back to Wanshan Brigade from the town. Along the way, Jiang Muyan was mindful of Fu Moxuan's leg injury, so she didn't walk too fast.

As soon as I entered the village, I saw Jiang Xiechuan standing under a big tree in the distance.

Jiang Muyan's heart tightened suddenly; she keenly sensed that Jiang Xiechuan's current state was very strange.

He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes seemed to be filled with ice, and stared intently at the direction of the sycamore tree in the center of the village, the murderous aura emanating from him almost overflowing.

Jiang Xiechuan pondered for a while, and was about to walk towards the crowd gathered under the sycamore tree when Fu Moxuan's voice called out, "Xiechuan!"

Jiang Xiechuan turned around when he heard Fu Moxuan's voice. His eyes were red-rimmed and filled with hostility.

"Third Brother!" Jiang Xiechuan's voice was a little hoarse.

"What's going on?" Fu Moxuan and Jiang Muyan walked over quickly.

Fu Moxuan looked towards the crowd ahead and frowned, "Are those people here?"

Jiang Xiechuan nodded, then looked up at Fu Moxuan:

"Third Brother, I have to go check on them. If... please take extra care of my grandparents!"

Jiang Xiechuan bowed to Fu Moxuan as he spoke, then ran towards the crowd. He had a feeling that he would be spending more time in the red armband today, and the noise from the crowd was louder than before. He wanted to go and see what was going on.

Fu Moxuan sensed something was wrong and quickly chased after them.

Jiang Muyan looked serious and followed closely behind, running towards the crowd.