Qin Ningyi took Shen Wuyou onto the private jet back to Hua Guo.
Just as the plane took off, an explosion rocked a remote house in Country B.
Not far away, someone sneered, looking at the thick smoke billowing from the explosion, "You guys really went all out."
The man in front of him, dressed in a suit and tie with a gentle smile, replied, "Isn't this what your leader wanted?"
"Or are you guys just settling a personal score?" the person in the distinctive green robe asked, raising an eyebrow. He wasn't foolish enough to ignore the significant events that had unfolded on Wenji Mountain yesterday.
"Of course not." Though he denied it, a flicker of satisfaction crossed the eyes of the man in the suit. "This is President Qin's gift to them."
"And to you, as well."
The internal conflict in Country B calmed down for a considerable period due to the demise of these two gangs.
Almost everyone sensed a conspiracy in this sudden peace. How could these two gangs have played such a pivotal role in Country B's turmoil?
In Dao County's Daocheng Village, a television was broadcasting recent news from Country B.
"Country B has been in chaos for so long, why couldn't it be resolved before, and now it's been peaceful for a week?" an old man fanned himself, his eyes, magnified by his reading glasses, seemed to grow larger. He pointed at the television with another finger, uncertainty in his voice.
"Yes! It's been a week!" a woman with white hair and a face that looked around fifty or sixty, dressed as an ordinary farmer, expertly peeled a small tangerine. She confirmed, "The girl has been here for over half a month, and that thing in Country B happened about a week ago."
"Ah, this girl..." the old man sighed, accepting the tangerine the old woman handed him. A look of worry crossed his eyes as he gazed out the window at the fields through his reading glasses. "She has something on her mind!"
"Hey!" The old man suddenly adjusted his glasses. "Did you tell Xiao Yao? When is he coming back?"
"Yes, yes, he said he'll come as soon as he finishes his report. It should be soon."
"Grandma Yao, what will be soon?" An'an ran in, pushing the door open, Shen Feng following close behind, a small basket in his mouth.
As soon as An'an entered, Grandma Yao's face lit up. She quickly got up and walked towards him.
"You must be freezing," she said, popping the remaining half of the small tangerine into An'an's mouth and covering his ears with her hands.
The room was heated by underfloor heating, making it incredibly warm. An'an's cold little ears began to warm up in Grandma Yao's hands.
"Grandma Yao, you haven't answered yet, what will be soon? Can An'an hear?" he asked, chewing the tangerine without any pretense.
"Oh, you, if Xiao Rou saw you like this, she'd scold you!" Grandma Yao pulled An'an to sit on a stool. Shen Feng placed the small basket on the table next to the television and followed.
An'an leaned by Grandpa Nong's chair, smiling, "Grandpa Nong is backing An'an up!"
"Yes," Grandpa Nong said, stroking his little head with a benevolent smile.
"Your Grandpa Nong and I were talking about how your favorite Uncle Xiao Yao will be back soon."
"Uncle Xiao Yao?" An'an's eyes sparkled with joy upon hearing this. "An'an hasn't seen Uncle Xiao Yao in a long time."
"Is Uncle Xiao Yao coming back today?" An'an flipped through the tangerines on the heating radiator. "Then An'an needs to go pick some more vegetables..."
He glanced at the basket of vegetables next to the television. The vegetables in it were only enough for the five of them for one meal.
"He didn't say he was coming back today," Grandpa Nong said meaningfully to Grandma Yao, seeing An'an's cheerful demeanor. He received only a helpless smile from Grandma Yao.
She warmed An'an's hands, her slightly rough fingers caressing them as she asked, "Where's your mother? Still holed up in her room?"
"Mm," An'an said with a hint of distress. "Mom said she wants to finish that book today."
Since arriving here, Mom had finished almost all the books in their study.
He had been sad at first when he left Dad, but with Grandma Yao and Grandpa Nong accompanying him every day, and seeing how much his mother loved to study, he had also started reading many books alongside her.
His sadness had lessened somewhat, though the cover of his Xinhua Dictionary was already peeling.
"Ah!" Grandma Yao sighed. The last time Xiao Rou had been this engrossed in reading was shortly after she started university, before she went to join the army. She had suddenly come to their place then and read through a room full of books. Together, they had worked on the artificial cultivation of a wild medicinal herb before she left.
At that time, she had been happy, her eyes alight with a spark. This time, there was no spark in her eyes.
If the last time was due to a wish fulfilled, what was the reason this time?