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The jeep drove all the way into the Zhou family compound.

As soon as the car door opened, Grandma Zhou quickly came to greet her.

The old lady pulled Su Xingmian into her arms, touched her cheek, and her eyes immediately reddened.

"Oh my, you've lost so much weight!"

Su Xingmian stood still obediently, letting her touch her.

"Grandma, I'm fine. My brother is taking good care of me."

Grandpa Zhou sat in a rattan chair on the porch, an enamel teacup beside him, his legs crossed, looking completely at ease.

Su Xingmian called out to him, "Grandpa."

"Yeah, it's good that you're back. Nothing serious happened."

The old man spoke lightly, but his gaze remained fixed on Su Xingmian.

The guilt and tenderness in his eyes were impossible to hide.

Zhou Bingheng came over from behind carrying his luggage, bowing slightly as he passed the rattan chair.

"Grandpa, we'll discuss the materials in detail when they arrive."

The old man waved his hand, "Let's eat first."

Dinner was served directly in the main room.

The dried seafood used was brought back from the South China Sea by Su Xingmian.

Seaweed and egg drop soup, kelp stewed with pork ribs, steamed egg with dried shrimp, scallop and vermicelli casserole... Ten dishes neatly arranged, filling the entire table.

Zhou Bangcheng ladled a bowl of seaweed and pork rib soup and placed it in front of her.

"The Northwest is dry, the South China Sea is humid, have some water to warm your stomach first. The Zhou family owes you a huge favor for all this trouble you've gone through."

Fang Lan reached over with her chopsticks from the other side and put a piece of pork rib into her bowl.

"Eat more and make up for the weight you lost."

Before long, Su Xingmian's bowl was piled high with food.

She didn't stand on ceremony and buried herself in her food.

Zhou Bingheng sat beside her, his chopsticks almost never stopping, either peeling shells or picking out bones, his movements so smooth as if he had rehearsed countless times.

With half a mouthful of rice in his mouth, Zhou Bingwen began to speak indistinctly.

"Grandpa, you didn't see it. Back then, Dean Ma almost shaved his head bald, staring at my eldest brother's critical condition notice and sighing all the while."

He gestured as he spoke, almost sweeping the soup bowl next to him off the table.

"As a result, after my second sister-in-law took the pill, the waste fluid in the drainage tube started to clear up in less than half an hour."

Fang Lan added.

"Dean Ma kept asking me for the prescription three times, how could I dare to give it to him?"

"Later, my second sister-in-law came to the island and personally performed acupuncture. Eighteen silver needles were inserted into the acupoints with a 'plop plop plop' sound. I stood next to her and watched until I was sweating."

Zhou Bingwen put down his chopsticks.

"My eldest brother immediately sat up in bed and gave my second sister-in-law a military salute."

Grandpa Zhou paused for a moment as he picked up some food.

Grandma Zhou turned to look at Su Xingmian and added another piece of meat to her bowl.

"And that box!"

Zhou Bingwen became more and more excited as he spoke.

"The warship searched for half a month but couldn't find it. My second sister-in-law went to the beach for a while, and the box floated up on its own. The whole naval base was buzzing with the news, saying that my second sister-in-law was the reincarnation of a dragon girl."

Zhou Bangcheng's hand, which was holding the soup bowl, stopped in mid-air, and he glanced at Zhou Bingheng.

Zhou Bingheng remained expressionless and added a spoonful of steamed egg with dried shrimp to Su Xingmian's bowl.

"Third brother is exaggerating; the ocean current just happened to push the box to the surface."

"I wasn't exaggerating."

Zhou Bingwen became anxious.

"The turtle's gratitude must be real, right? My second sister-in-law released the turtle, and the old turtle came back with a huge clam shell on its head. I watched with my own eyes as my second sister-in-law took out a dazzling white pearl from inside."

"My older brother also said that he has lived on the island for more than ten years and has never seen such good luck."

He wanted to bring his second sister-in-law into the fold, and then he looked over.

He was engrossed in eating when his second brother, who was taking care of him, glared at him.

He turned his head away dejectedly, revealing a gossipy smile.

"Oh, by the way, I have some big news for you, brother."

"A person who hasn't looked in a mirror in eight hundred years is asking me for a mirror to fix his appearance. I almost died laughing."

The dinner table fell silent for a second.

"What happened? Explain in detail."

Grandma Zhou's eyes lit up.

"My older brother has taken a liking to a girl."

Zhou Bingwen described it while suppressing a laugh.

"Can you believe it? His wound hadn't even healed, and he sneaked out of the hospital in the middle of the night to propose to her! But what happened? He said a few wrong things and got kicked out with scissors."

Fang Lan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"I observed that girl on the island; her name is Shen Zhi."

"He's from Shanghai, and his family used to be tailors, with excellent skills. Last year, he was sent down to the island."

Fang Lan put down her chopsticks.

"Although his background wasn't good, he was hardworking and made a living on the island with his skills, never having to ask anyone for anything."

"It's such a waste to pair her with that quiet, unyielding guy like the boss.

Zhou Bangcheng immediately became displeased and put on a stern face.

"How could it be a waste? Bingyuan is a real battalion commander, with a strong sense of responsibility. He'll definitely treat his wife well."

"Don't you know what kind of person your son is?"

Fang Lan glared at him, "You've always had only two tones when you talk to people: giving orders and not saying anything at all. You treat girls like you're interrogating a criminal. No wonder no one would be interested in you."

"Soldiers should act like soldiers!"

"Soldiers also need to know how to speak properly!"

The couple hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they argued back and forth, neither willing to give in.

The family was used to it and continued eating as usual.

Su Xingmian lowered her head to drink the soup, almost choking on it.

Zhou Bingheng gently patted her back.

Grandpa Zhou tapped on the table.

"Alright, stop arguing. Your mom and I are overjoyed that our eldest has found someone he likes. Class background isn't an issue; as long as he has good character, that's all that matters."

Grandma Zhou nodded, "Let's see how things go first, don't rush it. That child has been hurt before, we can't rush it."

The atmosphere at the dinner table warmed up again.

……

After the meal, Zhou Bingheng went to the study to speak with Zhou Bangcheng alone.

Su Xingmian helped Fang Lan clear the dishes, then returned to the living room sofa and sat down, holding a cup of brown sugar water that Fang Lan had insisted on giving her.

Zhou Bingwen leaned closer, speaking in a low voice.

"Second sister-in-law, I have something to tell you."

"Um?"

"Song Qingqing vomited blood in the Northwest last time, and the cause could not be found. All her indicators were so bad, but she recovered on her own overnight."

Su Xingmian took a sip of brown sugar water but didn't reply.

"I still don't understand that disease."

Zhou Bingwen scratched his head. "I always feel like there's something off about her."

Su Xingmian put down her cup and glanced at him.

"If you sense something's off, don't go near them."

Zhou Bingwen was taken aback.

"Stay away from her," Su Xingmian said softly. "That's my advice."

Zhou Bingwen opened his mouth as if to ask more questions, but was silenced by a glare from Zhou Bingheng, who came out of the study.

"Just do whatever your second sister-in-law tells you to do."

"……oh."

Xiao Zhao called at 9:10.

Zhou Bingheng answered the call, and Su Xingmian sat down in the chair next to him.

Xiao Zhao's voice on the other end of the phone had a hint of irritation.

"Political Commissar, two people sneaked into the courtyard, trying to destroy the flowers and burn down the house, but we caught them on the spot."

"But these two were very stubborn. After an afternoon of interrogation, they only said that they were paid to do a job and had no idea who was behind it all."

"Stop chasing them. Hand them over to the local armed forces and treat them as victims of sabotage of protected plants used in military experiments."

Zhou Bingheng spoke in a flat tone.

"Keep an eye on the yard; we'll be there in a couple of days."

After hanging up the phone, he gave Su Xingmian a reassuring look.

Both of them knew perfectly well that Song Qingqing was behind this.

She suffered a backlash, but was then protected by the Jiang family to nurture her pregnancy.

The system lacks sufficient energy to make a significant impact.

Arranging for the transfer of the mother plant is the proper thing to do.

The real battle began after the child was born.

The two were about to go back to rest when the old man waved, leaving Su Xingmian alone in the study.

The study was filled with the faint scent of ink.

Grandpa Zhou walked to the bookshelf and took out an old iron box from the very back.

He opened the lid, and inside was a neatly folded old handkerchief, on which lay a silver hairpin.

The hairpin has aged, its silver color dull and dark. A hibiscus flower is carved on the tip.

"Child, come here." The old man's voice was hoarse.

Su Xingmian stepped forward.

"This is a token of love that your grandmother gave me back then."

The old man's withered fingers rubbed the hairpin head.

"That year I joined the army, and she saw me off at the village entrance. It was still dark, and the dew soaked her shoes. She put this in my hand and said to wait for me to come back. I also gave her the jade buckle and said I would marry her when I returned."

Su Xingmian lowered her head, looking at the silver hairpin in her palm.

The hairpin has fine wear marks, indicating that it has been repeatedly rubbed and handled countless times.

"Later, I was wounded in battle, and a piece of shrapnel got lodged in my head. I forgot about her."

The old man rested his hands on the table.

"She asked me for this hairpin."

He paused for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"I lied and said I lost it."

"I dreamt of her again recently. She was standing under the old locust tree at the village entrance, wearing the blue cloth shirt I remember, and she was scolding me."

The old man's voice grew softer and softer.

"She used really nasty language. After she finished, she turned around and walked away. I chased after her, but she didn't turn back."

"Now... let's return it to its rightful owner."

Su Xingmian held the hairpin in her hand.

She could still sense the lingering scent on it.

That's the taste of grandma.

Tears suddenly streamed down my face uncontrollably.

It fell onto the back of my hand with a thud.

Zhou Zhenguo reached out to wipe her hand, but pulled his arm back halfway up.

My hand hovered in mid-air, frozen for two seconds, before finally falling back onto the table.

He sighed, a long sigh.

Deep within Su Xingmian's flower bud, the illusory image of the silver hairpin given to her by her grandmother suddenly twitched.

A warm force surged up from the deepest part of her meridians, enveloping her heart.

It was like a grandmother's hand, gently patting her back across life and death.

Su Xingmian clutched the hairpin, sobbing uncontrollably, yet unable to utter a sound.

The old man took a handkerchief out of the drawer and handed it over.

"Wipe it off. Don't let Bingheng see this, or he'll say I bullied you."

Su Xingmian took the hairpin and wiped her face haphazardly. Her nose was red. She sniffed and then carefully put the hairpin away close to her heart.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

"What are you thanking me for?" The old man waved his hand and turned his face away. "It was originally your property."

"Grandpa should thank you."

"She has already let it go; it's just that this old man is holding on to it."