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Chapter 10: The Yinhua Villa

Fireworks bloomed in the night sky, instantly illuminating the previously dark harbor. Cheers erupted from the crowd below.

A car sped down the long streets of Kangduo City, racing along the coastal road on the west side and leaving the noisy crowds behind like an arrow disappearing into the pitch-black night.

At exactly midnight, a chime sounded on the car’s radio. Tonight, Kangduo was a city that never slept.

Today marked the anniversary celebration of the return of North Lei Island to Moselan.

During the day, the citizens of the capital took to the streets, placing white flowers in front of St. Paul’s Church to commemorate the fallen soldiers. At 8 PM, the Moselan National Television station hosted a commemorative gala at the newly built Lei Port. The event was broadcast live, keeping the festivities alive until 10 PM when a spectacular fireworks display lit up Princess Harbor in Kangduo.

Two years after the victorious campaign for North Lei Island, the Moselan National Petroleum Corporation reclaimed all the oil fields in the bay and discovered mineral deposits near the island. Following this, the country invested significant manpower and resources to rebuild infrastructure on North Lei Island and assist displaced residents. A new economic and tourism zone was developed on the island’s western coast, bringing prosperity to the region.

Never before had the nation been so united, with its people brimming with pride and hope. As Prime Minister Major put it, this was the greatest victory since Moselan’s independence.

In this chapter of history, one name shone brightly.

Many remembered the grandeur of that campaign. One month after the “Spring Thunder” operation ended, victorious military leaders were awarded honors by the Queen at Kara Palace. After the ceremony, the young Queen invited Moselan’s distinguished heroes to lunch. Before the meal, a royal photographer captured a group photo. In the front row, the royal family sat neatly dressed—except for one empty seat, which belonged to Duke Boqin. He did not attend.

Since then, he vanished from public life—two years ago.

Every year, television networks repeatedly aired footage of him stepping off his plane upon returning to Kangduo, escorted by Silver Wing fighter jets after the successful landing on North Lei Island. That was his last appearance in the media.

On camera, Du Boqin remained as stern and expressionless as ever. But compared to his confident demeanor before the campaign, he seemed like a different person. His face bore no trace of joy, only exhaustion and illness, making him appear pale and worn. He appeared for barely ten minutes, exchanging a few words with officials sent by Prime Minister Major, refusing any interviews. Afterwards, he left by car. All subsequent press inquiries were handled by Zhou Mark, the Chief of Staff’s secretary.

Speculation arose in the capital about his deteriorating health, but the Army General Hospital released no statements.

Three months later, when the situation stabilized, the young Duke of Kangduo stepped down early, just a month before his term ended. The former Chief of Naval Staff succeeded him as Defense Chief of Staff, while Defense Minister Pan Leige promoted Xie Zi, a subordinate of Boqin, to head the Defense Office.

The nation returned to normalcy.

For over two years, Moselan’s media lost its handsome front-page star. For two full years, paparazzi camped outside Fanlu Manor around the clock, yet no one captured a single photo of him. The ancient estate remained heavily guarded.

But the paparazzi weren’t entirely without success. In May, the Moon Newspaper broke a scandal involving Prince Andrew frequenting strip clubs.

This reignited interest in the royal family, including Du Boqin.

His illustrious achievements for the nation, his enigmatic personal life, and his sudden disappearance made him a legendary figure. Every time his name appeared in newspapers, issues sold out quickly. Yet this legend could no longer boost sales. Editors across Kangduo lamented their loss.

As the noise faded, lush vegetation lined the road, and stars twinkled faintly against the black sky.

Fireworks rose on the opposite shore.

The celebration at Princess Harbor had reached its climax.

During the first anniversary, massive crowds flocked to the coastline, with some drunken tourists even jumping into the sea. Authorities deployed large numbers of guards to maintain order. By the second year, the Tourism Bureau formalized the fireworks event into a fixed annual attraction, boosting Moselan’s tourism industry once again.

The car had now left the city, heading toward a countryside villa area in Qingwei Plain near Kangduo. This area neighbored Moselan’s largest comprehensive university; the medical school was only a ten-minute drive away via a shortcut.

Above the dense forest at night, eerie shadows seemed to drift. A green guardhouse glowed with light. Xie Zi’s vehicle passed through identity verification and continued along the road until it pulled into the spacious veranda of the villa.

The lights under the porch were still on. A man in a gray robe stepped forward: “Mr. Xie.”

Xie Zi stepped out of the car: “Mr. Si, Boqin—” Si San lowered his voice: “His Highness is asleep.”

Xie Zi glanced at his watch and sighed: “If only I’d left earlier…”

“Xie Zi?” A tall man walked out yawning. Recognizing him, Xie Zi smiled: “Director He.” He Meinan chuckled: “Care for a drink?”

Si San summoned a driver to escort Director He, but hearing this, he said: “I’ll have someone tidy up…”

He Meinan waved dismissively: “No need.” The two headed familiarly toward the side hall.

Standing before a row of gleaming wine cabinets, He Meinan remarked casually: “He always says you don’t need to come here every year on this date.”

Xie Zi picked up a bottle: “I can’t rest easy unless I see him.” He Meinan grabbed two glasses: “He doesn’t like today at all.”

“In fact, he avoids recalling anything related to North Lei Island.”

The two settled at a table by the window.

Lately, things had been quiet at the Ministry of Defense, and Xie Zi hadn’t visited Yinhua Villa in a while: “How has his health been recently?”

He Meinan replied indifferently: “The medical team wants to perform another surgery, but he’s indifferent. Besides, there’s no clear indication for it.”

That night, at 9 PM, He Meinan received a call from the guard team. He had just returned home. In the living room, the director of thoracic surgery and his father were watching news of the recapture of North Lei Island. Both veterans of military hospitals, they were deeply moved as Silver Wing jets flew over Lei Bay, ships’ horns blared, and Moselan’s flag rose slowly on the opposite shore. The two old men wiped tears with their handkerchiefs.

Suddenly, He Meinan’s phone rang.

Retired Director He watched as his usually composed son frantically dragged the fifty-something thoracic surgeon out the door. Shaking his head, the elder He called the Air Force Hospital’s duty office. Within fifteen minutes, he followed them out.

En route, He Meinan didn’t dare explain the situation to the thoracic surgeon. Upon arriving at the hospital, the operating area was already sealed off. With no choice, He Meinan pushed the surgeon into the operating room and called the anesthesiologist, who was delayed. Losing patience, Director He exploded: “If the patient dies, we’re shutting down the hospital tomorrow! Everyone reports to the Ministry of Defense!”

Inside the operating room, a nurse helped the chief surgeon into his scrubs. She noticed him clenching his fists and taking deep breaths—a sight she’d never seen before despite years of experience.

The bullet had narrowly missed the heart, piercing the pleura. Though the patient survived, recovery would be long and arduous.

Facing the empty garden, the two men quickly drained half a bottle of wine.

Slightly tipsy, He Meinan asked: “You’re so late coming home. Doesn’t your wife ask questions?” Xie Zi fell silent, then murmured: “We’ve been separated for nearly two months.”

He Meinan chuckled: “I always thought you were a nice guy. Why does your wife complain too?”

Xie Zi forced a bitter smile: “Work’s too busy.”

Curious, Xie Zi asked: “Why have you stayed single for so long?”

He Meinan shrugged: “What’s wrong with being single? Look at the mess relationships bring. Just look inside.”

They both sipped their drinks in silence.

Staring at the golden liquid shimmering in his glass, He Meinan suddenly slammed the table and pulled out his phone.

Xie Zi watched him scroll through contacts and select a number. He glanced at He Meinan: “Are you friends with her?”

There was a hint of hostility in his tone.

Knowing Xie Zi’s loyalty to Du Boqin, He Meinan sighed: “Sort of.”

Xie Zi gulped down more wine, his voice still calm: “If His Highness hadn’t protected her back then, I wouldn’t have let them leave Moselan.”

He Meinan had his reasons: “Do you know how much better my treatment works when she takes a call from Boqin?”

Checking his watch, Xie Zi said: “There’s a one-hour time difference between Huá and Kangduo. It’s already three or four AM there.”

He Meinan brushed it off: “Don’t worry. She stays up late anyway.” Xie Zi frowned: “Why?”

Shaking his head, He Meinan explained: “The twins were premature. I introduced her to Mansha. Zhen Ning consults her about newborn care.”

Intrigued, Xie Zi asked: “Who’s Mansha?”

“My neonatal department head,” He Meinan replied slowly. “Mansha says she’s never seen such an anxious mother. She doesn’t sleep at night, sitting by the bed to check if the babies are still breathing.”

Xie Zi was stunned. After a pause, he exhaled: “Does His Highness know?”

Tapping the ice bucket with tongs, He Meinan replied: “Of course. Do you think his insistence on boarding that plane last year was random?”

Xie Zi knew about that incident. The commotion caused by He Meinan and others had shaken the upper echelons of the Ministry of Defense.

Six months after Boqin’s surgery, he insisted on flying abroad despite his medical team’s objections. Cars from Fanlu Manor even arrived at Kangduo International Airport. He Meinan rushed there, coordinating with the military to intercept the flight if necessary.

Boqin was a national hero. With North Lei Island newly reclaimed and the political situation unstable, his life was crucial to the nation.

As head of his medical team, He Meinan bore responsibility. Moselan couldn’t afford to lose him.

Ultimately, Boqin’s plane was ordered to return immediately after beginning takeoff. Furious, He Meinan locked down half the airport and shouted into the radio on the control tower: “Go ahead and fly! When you come back, I guarantee your coffin will be draped in the national flag!”

After that, Boqin never mentioned going to Huá again.

He Meinan pressed the call button. The connection took several tense seconds. Finally, the line connected.

He Meinan chuckled softly: “Zhen Ning, my beauty.”

A gentle female voice responded after a pause: “Hello, Director He.” He Meinan said: “Tonight’s fireworks in Kangduo were beautiful.”

Zhen Ning replied gently: “Yes, I saw the news.”

He Meinan knew that the two weren’t completely out of touch. Du Boqin had called her—when the children were born, during the Huá New Year, on Valentine’s Day, on the children’s birthdays, and on Zhen Ning’s birthday…

Most of the time, Zhen Ning would answer his calls, and they’d talk briefly about the children. Of course, Zhen Ning usually only shared the good news, rarely the bad. Du Boqin was well aware of this, but without the ability to be there in person, everything felt futile.

Once, he called her, and she didn’t pick up. Du Boqin worried that perhaps the children were sick. Later, after checking the calendar carefully, he realized it was the Qingming Festival holiday in Huá.

Thinking back to her eternally silent phone calls, separated by the vast Andaman Sea, it felt like a quiet resistance. That afternoon, he locked himself in his room for a long time.

He Meinan swayed slightly, holding his wine glass: “How are the kids recently?”

“They’re fine,” Zhen Ning replied. Then she asked, “How’s Lulu?”

He Meinan said: “Did Si San tell you?”

“Yes.”

A small-cell tumor had been discovered on Lulu’s injured leg. It worsened last month, and the veterinarian advised Du Boqin to consider euthanasia for the dog’s final stage.

“What about His Highness?”

“It’s an old dog. He’ll accept it.”

He Meinan lightly pinched his glass, feeling the chill of the ice: “I’m sorry. I’ve never been able to get him to see you. I can’t cure him.”

On the other end of the line, Zhen Ning’s breathing grew heavier. She didn’t speak for a long time. Finally, a faint voice came through: “I’m sorry.”

He Meinan let out a cold laugh and hung up.

Xie Zi shook his head and poured him another glass of wine.

The spring night air carried the faint scent of flowers.

Feng Rong pushed open the door to the first-floor restaurant of the Fengman Hotel and patted Zhen Ning on the shoulder: “Listen to your older brother. Next time, bring the kids home with you.”

Zhen Ning looked up at Feng Rong and smiled but didn’t say anything.

After the children were born, Zhen Ning had been living in the city with them. The twins were over a year old now, but she had never brought them home. Every time she returned, she went alone.

Feng Rong said: “Mom isn’t completely unreasonable.”

“That’s not what I mean, Big Brother,” Zhen Ning replied. Her third brother had only been buried in the family cemetery for two years. She shook her head: “I don’t want Mom to feel sad.”

Feng Rong glanced at the road markings in the garage and stepped aside to shield Zhen Ning as they walked inside: “Mom came to talk to me last night. She told me to persuade you not to bring the kids. Or, if you do, leave them at home and let your sister-in-law take care of them for a few days.”

Zhen Ning replied gently: “It’s alright.”

When Si San had called her earlier, he’d asked if she could return to Fanlu when Lulu passed. Zhen Ning had agreed and told her eldest brother about it. Both her brother and mother feared that bringing the children along would create too many complications. They worried that if the Du family decided to keep the children, Zhen Ning wouldn’t be able to handle it.

But Zhen Ning knew he wasn’t that kind of person.

The twins were still breastfeeding. Born prematurely, they had fallen ill twice before their first birthday. Zhen Ning hadn’t weaned them yet, and the doctor had said it was fine to continue breastfeeding until they were around two years old. Now that the twins were over a year old and the summer weather was warm, Zhen Ning planned to take the babies out.

As they reached the car, Feng Rong pulled a large basket from the trunk and placed it in Zhen Ning’s car.

Feng Rong asked: “Are you sure you don’t want me to arrange someone to accompany you?”

Zhen Ning shook her head and extended her arms toward him: “Send my regards to Mom.” Feng Rong hugged her: “Call me if anything happens.”

The siblings got into their respective cars and parted ways at the intersection. Zhen Ning drove home, parked in the building’s lot, and carried the large basket upstairs. The housekeeper was watching TV in the living room.

Seeing Zhen Ning return, the housekeeper stood up and took the basket from her hands: “Have you eaten dinner?”

Zhen Ning nodded: “Are the babies asleep?”

The housekeeper whispered: “They looked for you for a while, but I managed to put them to sleep.”

Zhen Ning peeked into the bedroom. The lights were off, and the two little ones were sleeping soundly. She changed into her pajamas, washed her hands, and went into the room to kiss the children. Jamie stirred, mumbling, and reached out groggily toward her chest.

It had been months since she stopped nighttime feedings. Zhen Ning gently held his little hand, kissed him, and soothed him for a while. The boy soon fell back asleep.

Zhen Ning left the room. The housekeeper was sitting on a stool, sorting through the large basket Zhen Ning had brought home. It contained cured meat, matsutake mushrooms, pears, and zongzi wrapped by Sister Cheng.

As she packed the cured meat into the fridge, the housekeeper said to Zhen Ning: “The visa arrived by courier this afternoon. I’ve placed it in the drawer for you.”

Zhen Ning acknowledged: “Alright. Are the documents I asked you to prepare ready?”

“Yes!” The housekeeper replied cheerfully, straightening her back as she sat on the stool. “Let’s see who dares to say our babies don’t have a father anymore!”

Zhen Ning had told her that the children’s father was a foreigner and that they weren’t together because they weren’t compatible. The housekeeper, having grown attached to the children, once lamented how such adorable kids could be abandoned by their father. Upon hearing this, Zhen Ning immediately corrected her: “Auntie, the children’s father loves them. We mustn’t say things like that. It’s not good for the kids to hear.”

The housekeeper understood right away and never mentioned it again. Coming out of the kitchen, she handed Zhen Ning a peeled pear: “How are the elders doing?”

Big Brother had accompanied Master to the provincial hospital for knee surgery. Zhen Ning had visited Master in the afternoon. “It went well. The surgery was successful.”

“As people age, problems pile up,” the housekeeper said. “A few days ago, I heard from Chengcheng’s mother that her father-in-law had a stroke after drinking some wine during dinner and was rushed to the hospital.”

Zhen Ning relaxed on the sofa, listening to the housekeeper chatter about the neighborhood gossip. In truth, Zhen Ning didn’t know Chengcheng’s mother. This apartment had been purchased by her father many years ago, originally for her convenience when she flew back from studying abroad. After starting work, she rarely stayed here. It wasn’t until she returned from Kangduo to prepare for childbirth that she settled in, staying for nearly a month during a difficult emotional period. Neighbors didn’t even realize anyone was living inside.

The housekeepers in the community formed their own social circle. In the afternoons, they gathered in the garden downstairs with the children, chatting about the families they worked for. Auntie Wang, who had only been working for Zhen Ning for less than a month, already knew all about the families in the building.

Auntie Wang was from Cang County, a loud-voiced woman who worked efficiently. Her husband had come to the city years ago to work, and she didn’t want to stay in the countryside, so she followed him into domestic work. After nearly ten years, she even self-studied and earned a nanny certification.

Auntie Wang had a pair of twins herself, currently in high school in the county. Perhaps it was fate—when she saw Zhen Ning’s urgency at the domestic agency, she immediately agreed to take the job.

Later, Zhen Ning realized that Auntie Wang was worldly-wise. While Zhen Ning spoke to the children in both Chinese and English, she noticed that Auntie Wang quickly picked up simple English phrases to use with the kids.

Upon inquiry, Zhen Ning learned that Auntie Wang’s previous employer was a representative of a foreign company based in Huá, and she used to pick up children from international schools every day.

Zhen Ning thought to herself: My apologies.

Sometimes in the afternoons, Zhen Ning and the nanny would take the babies down to play. Zhen Ning would catch snails with the kids in the grass. A single mother with a pair of adorable twin boys naturally drew attention.

The other nannies had long asked Auntie Wang why they’d never seen the children’s father. Auntie Wang always said he worked abroad, though this didn’t stop the gossip. Auntie Wang, with her straightforward temper, often got upset about it. But now that she knew Zhen Ning was planning to travel abroad with the children, Auntie Wang walked with pride in the neighborhood garden that afternoon.

As the plane began its descent into Kangduo International Airport, Zhen Ning gently woke Jamie in her arms. The pressure change during landing made him uncomfortable, so Zhen Ning quickly gave him a pacifier. Sese, who had been awake and drinking milk, pushed the bottle away and squirmed toward his brother, trying to grab the pacifier. Zhen Ning exclaimed softly, and the nanny held him back. Jamie burst into giggles.

The plane touched down with a slight vibration beneath the seats.

Both children, now fed, sat quietly in their mother’s arms, peering out the window with wide eyes, watching the planes outside.

The flight attendant retrieved the stroller.

Zhen Ning had the nanny place Sese in the stroller while she carried Jamie. Jamie clutched his little teddy bear. Zhen Ning said to the children: “Thank the flight attendant and say goodbye.”

Jamie waved obediently.

The flight attendant’s eyes softened like pools of water.

During the three-hour flight, neither child cried. But as soon as they disembarked, Sese threw a tantrum, kicking his legs in the stroller and pouting, on the verge of tears. The nanny picked him up, and as Zhen Ning leaned in to kiss him, he grabbed her hair with a pout.

“Du Jianxian!” Zhen Ning exclaimed in pain. The little rascal burst into tears. Zhen Ning picked him up.

Holding Sese close, Zhen Ning moved to a quieter area, pacing and soothing him softly. When the nanny returned with Jamie, the older brother was already peacefully resting on his mother’s shoulder.

Both boys wore identical blue shirts and navy pants, looking absolutely adorable. As Zhen Ning and the nanny pushed the stroller toward customs, female travelers slowed their steps, smiling warmly at the twins.

At the customs checkpoint, Zhen Ning hesitated. She and the nanny held Huá passports and should go through the international travelers’ lane, but the children were Moselan citizens and needed to use the residents’ lane.

Zhen Ning approached a Moselan immigration officer nearby.

The mustached gentleman took the four passports from her, reviewed them briefly, then spoke with an official in the office. When he returned, he asked: “Madam, where is the children’s father?”

“He’s in Kangduo,” Zhen Ning replied calmly.

The man handed back the passports: “Please have the other lady proceed through the traveler’s lane. You may accompany the children. This way, madam.”

Zhen Ning instructed: “Auntie, once you clear customs, wait for me nearby.”

The man took the stroller from the nanny and guided Zhen Ning toward the counter: “Madam, the children’s surname is Duval. Is it the well-known Duval?”

Zhen Ning smiled faintly: “What do you think?”

The twins were born at 34 weeks. When Zhen Ning’s water broke, she was panicked, as the doctors had hoped she could hold on until 35 weeks. On the second day after their birth, Bozheng arrived. In fact, Du Boqin hadn’t insisted that the children obtain Moselan citizenship. However, when Mrs. Du visited for the second time, she discussed it with Zhen Ning. The Du family wanted to purchase property locally for her and the children and even planned to send specialized nannies from Moselan. Zhen Ning declined all offers except for the children’s citizenship. She didn’t have strong feelings about it; the children needed legal status, and after obtaining her consent, the Du family quickly arranged their Moselan identity documents.

The mustached man shook his head humorously: “I wouldn’t dare guess, madam.” Then both of them chuckled.

At 10 AM, Zhen Ning closed the hotel door behind her and glanced down the corridor. The entire floor was quiet.

Faint sounds of the children playing drifted from the room.

The twins adapted to their first hotel stay abroad much faster than Zhen Ning had anticipated. Thrilled by the new environment, the two boys were ecstatic, energetically climbing up and down the sofa with their chubby legs early in the morning. They even cheerfully blew a kiss to their mom as she left, not giving her a second thought.

Zhen Ning went downstairs, retrieved her car, and drove out of the hotel parking lot. The city of Kangduo hadn’t changed much. The trees lining the roads were lush and green, and the morning rush hour had already passed. A soft golden sunlight bathed the city, known for its gilded beauty.

Zhen Ning turned on the navigation system and sped along the highway.

After driving for a while, she left the central district behind. The traffic gradually thinned out. Zhen Ning took another turn and entered the Qingwei Plain. In the distance, she could see towering trees stretching across the horizon. She rolled down the car window, letting in the cool breeze. At some point, the private cars on the road had disappeared. Zhen Ning knew that the Du family owned a vacation villa in this area, but it was quite a distance from where Du Boqin usually worked in the municipal center, so he rarely stayed here. Checking the map, Zhen Ning noticed that the villa was relatively close to the medical department of Moselan National University.

Driving under the dense canopy of towering trees for about ten minutes, Zhen Ning finally spotted the guard post at the entrance—a small green house. The main building was still out of sight, hidden well enough to rival the secrecy of Fanlu Manor.

Si San was waiting at the entrance of the guard post.

Zhen Ning parked her car at the entrance and stepped out. Si San looked the same as ever, dressed in a beige traditional Moselan robe. He gave her a slight bow: “Miss Shu.”

Zhen Ning waved casually at him.

She got into the car driven by Si San, continuing along the shaded path beneath the massive trees. After turning a corner, a clear stream appeared beside the road. Driving further, they finally saw the red roof of a building at the end of a vast lawn.

As they approached, Zhen Ning could finally make out the structure—a traditional Moselan-style house. The outer layer was completely open, supported by a row of massive off-white columns. There were no walls, only half-rolled green reed mats hanging from above to provide shade, allowing the wind to pass through freely.

Si San led her inside, passing through a long corridor adorned with lush plants and flowers. “We originally planned for tomorrow,” he said, “but last night, Lulu’s condition worsened. It was in great pain. The doctor arrived this morning.”

Zhen Ning just wanted to see Lulu as soon as possible and didn’t have the heart to admire the stunning architecture. Si San parted the white gauze curtains: “It’s been lying there for a whole day and night. The doctor says we should let it go peacefully. His Highness has already agreed.”

Si San slowed his steps in the corridor. The curtains on the opposite windows fluttered in the breeze.

Following Si San, Zhen Ning removed her shoes, and the two quietly entered a living room with teakwood floors.

There, Zhen Ning saw a familiar figure.

Du Boqin was wearing a dark blue cotton shirt made of slightly wrinkled fabric. He sat on the carpet, with Lulu lying beside him. The doctor was holding its front paw, injecting medication into its body.

Tears immediately streamed down Zhen Ning’s face. Si San discreetly withdrew.

Lulu was twelve years old.

Though it had endured multiple injuries during its service years, it had been well cared for by Du Boqin after retirement. Still, it was an elderly dog now.

Lulu was on the brink of death. Its paws rested weakly on Du Boqin’s legs, struggling to lift its head to look at him. Large, cloudy tears rolled down its dim eyes—it could no longer see.

The doctor said softly: “Your Highness, hold it.”

Du Boqin reached out and cradled the dog in his arms, gently stroking its cheeks. Slowly, it stopped breathing in his embrace.

The veterinarian came forward, wrapping Lulu’s body in a thick blue cloth. The pet undertaker, who had been waiting, carried it away.

Du Boqin tried to stand, bracing himself with his hands. A guard quickly stepped forward to help him up.

Turning around, he saw Zhen Ning standing quietly by the door. He froze for a moment, then his eyes reddened. Hastily averting his face, he strode toward the corridor.

Zhen Ning chased after him.

Du Boqin felt her grasp his arm.

He lowered his head, feeling the warmth of her palm seep through his clothes into his cold body. His arm stiffened, unmoving.

Zhen Ning pulled him back into the house. They sat together on the couch by the window, and Du Boqin began to cry in her arms.

Zhen Ning glanced upward, noticing a gray pigeon flapping its wings and flying away from a blue window on the second floor.

After a long while, the man beside her stirred.

“The children?” His voice was hoarse, tinged with a faint nasal tone.

“At the hotel.” Zhen Ning nudged him, and they both straightened up.

“You know?”

“When I checked in, the entire floor was empty.”

“Listen, Boqin,” Zhen Ning suddenly said, “tomorrow, I’ll bring the children to see you.” Du Boqin’s voice trembled slightly with excitement: “Can I?”

Zhen Ning replied calmly: “You’re their father.”

Du Boqin hesitated: “Can I come back to the hotel with you?”

“No,” Zhen Ning replied firmly. “That wasn’t my plan. I need to talk to them tonight first.”

Du Boqin paused: “I’m sorry.”

Zhen Ning glanced at his profile—his pale, elongated double eyelids, his fair complexion—and said softly: “He Meinan complained to me that you’re not following medical advice.”

“I’m fine.”

Du Boqin drove her to the villa’s entrance, leaned down, and gave her a polite peck on the cheek.

Zhen Ning got into her car and drove away.

Hidden among the trees outside Yinhua Palace, a rookie reporter from Moon Newspaper had been stationed there for over a month without much hope. He had recently angered his boss and was sent here as punishment, essentially to be eaten alive by mosquitoes. Now, hiding behind a tree trunk, he stared in disbelief and fumbled to call the office. As soon as the call connected, he whispered urgently, not caring who answered: “I’m at the entrance of Yinhua Palace! I saw the Crown Prince and a woman!”

His colleague screamed, followed by a series of clattering sounds as the phone dropped onto the desk, was picked up again, and then another shout: “Editor-in-chief!”

A moment later, the cold voice of the female editor who often tormented him came through the line: “Are you sure it was the Crown Prince?”

The young reporter panicked: “I’ve never seen the Crown Prince before! But he was tall and handsome!”

“Did you take any photos?”

“No, no, no, I didn’t have time!”

“You idiot!”

“What about the woman? Young or old?”

“Young! She drove away.”

“The license plate number?”

“No, no, I didn’t catch it!”

“You’re fired.”

The elevator dinged, and Zhen Ning stepped out to find Yisha waiting for her.

Upon seeing her, Yisha immediately stepped back and performed a formal royal bow, his right hand pressed against his chest: “Miss Shu.”

Zhen Ning smiled politely: “Captain of the Guard.”

She walked down the corridor toward her room: “Were the people in the hallway last night yours?”

Yisha followed behind her and didn’t deny it: “His Highness ordered us to ensure your and the children’s safety.”

Zhen Ning had noticed last night but didn’t confirm it. Out of caution, she hadn’t let the children go out. Reaching her door, she rubbed her face, shaking off her somber mood from the journey. She knocked on the door: “Mommy’s back!”

Auntie Wang opened the door, holding Sese. Sese clung to Zhen Ning’s shoulder, trying to crane his neck: “Look!”

Zhen Ning said: “Mommy’s coming in.” Sese shook his head: “No, no, no!”

Zhen Ning reached out and lifted him onto her hip. The little boy squirmed, trying to push the door open. Zhen Ning had no choice but to take him out for a walk.

Yisha stood by the door, his eyes widening as he saw the baby perched on Zhen Ning’s shoulder. He immediately straightened his posture, feet together.

Zhen Ning said: “This is Arthur.”

Yisha bowed deeply and kissed the baby’s hand: “Young Master.”

Sese, unable to understand what was being said, giggled and reached out to grab the shiny insignia on Yisha’s shoulder.

Zhen Ning handed Sese to Yisha: “Yisha, hold him.” Yisha nervously waved his hands and backed away: “Miss Shu, this isn’t proper protocol.”

Zhen Ning dismissed it casually: “Go ahead. We Huá people don’t care about these things. He likes you.”

Yisha carefully took Sese into his arms.

This little troublemaker—if not for the fact that he and his twin brother looked identical and could pass as matching mascots—Zhen Ning would have thrown him out the door ages ago. Seeing Yisha steady him securely, Zhen Ning turned and walked away.

The little boy panicked, flailing in Yisha’s arms: “Mommy!”

Zhen Ning stifled a laugh: “Play with Uncle. Mommy has to go back.”

Sese wailed and slapped Yisha’s cheek: “No, no, no!”

---

The car wound its way up the mountain road leading to Fanlu Manor.

Zhen Ning saw the azure lake again. The small boat she had once sat in was still tied to the shore, everything seemingly unchanged from yesterday.

Her first visit to Fanlu had been in autumn, when the hillside was ablaze with red and yellow foliage. This time, in spring, the estate was lush, green, and light.

She gazed out the car window, lost in thought. The two children seemed to sense their mother’s mood. Jamie tilted his head and rested his little one on her shoulder.

In the distance, she saw the brick-red mansion. Zhen Ning focused and noticed that Si San had changed into a new robe, standing in front of the house. Behind him, under the white columns, a row of servants dressed in white shirts and black pants stood neatly aligned.

Standing alone at the entrance of Fanlu’s driveway was a tall man in a white striped shirt and a gray casual suit jacket. His straight back was like a sword.

Du Boqin almost had to hold his breath to suppress the pounding of his heart. The car came to a stop.

Jamie and his brother had just fought and cried in the car but were now quietly nestled in their mother’s arms. Tears still lingered in their wide eyes, while Sese wriggled in his car seat.

The car door was opened from the outside, and the two babies instantly fell silent. Zhen Ning spoke gently: “Sese, Jamie, this is Daddy.”

Du Boqin’s expression was calm, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, though his face was slightly pale and his voice trembled: “Hi, my babies. I’m Daddy.”

The twins stared at him for a long while. Suddenly, Sese reached out his arms to Du Boqin, who lifted him out of the car.

Zhen Ning had already told them last night that they would meet their father today. Jamie remained nestled in Zhen Ning’s arms, tears still in his eyes, curiously gazing at his father.

Zhen Ning encouraged Jamie to get out and walk on his own.

The maids curtsied, their faces brimming with maternal affection. Their eyes unconsciously lingered on the adorable baby held firmly in Zhen Ning’s hand.

Zhen Ning smiled at them. After more than two years of absence, the staff at Fanlu Manor had hardly changed.

Du Boqin led the children into the living room on the first floor.

Zhen Ning froze. What was once an elegant European-style parlor filled with antiques, porcelain, and artworks collected by Mrs. Du had been completely cleared out. Only a sofa and a small coffee table remained. The hall was now spacious and bright, with floor-to-ceiling windows connecting to the lush greenery outside, covered only by light sun-blocking curtains. The floor gleamed clean, and a colorful play mat lay before the sofa. There were two wooden rocking horses, and in one corner, a small slide had been set up.

Zhen Ning understood why Du Boqin had chosen to meet the children here—because the nursery upstairs had already been prepared. Two identical little beds in pale blue awaited the twins.

Over the past few days, the children had been frequently changing environments. To maintain a stable routine, Zhen Ning didn’t let them play for too long. They opened gifts in the living room, had milk and complementary food for lunch, and then Zhen Ning put them down for a nap. By three in the afternoon, Du Boqin took them out to play in the garden.

That evening, the children joined them for dinner. Around eight, Zhen Ning bathed the boys and tucked them into their little beds.

As she stepped out of the children’s room, Du Boqin was waiting by the door.

He had just showered and was wearing a light pink sweater, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His body was thin.

Throughout the day, they had been occupied with the children and hadn’t had a moment alone. Standing before him, Zhen Ning kept her gaze fixed on his chest.

Du Boqin said softly: “Come here.”

He pulled her into his arms. Finally, Zhen Ning reached out and gently pressed her hand against his chest. Du Boqin immediately grasped her hand.

Her voice caught in her throat: “Let me see.”

His voice was low and gentle, but his hand firmly stopped her: “No need.”

Standing by the children’s door, Du Boqin leaned against the wall while Zhen Ning nestled quietly in his embrace. They stayed like that for a very long time.

---

At around six in the morning, Zhen Ning was dozing off in bed.

Half-asleep, she felt a chubby bottom plop onto her head, followed by tiny hands tugging at her hair: “Mommy!”

She remembered now—she had woken the kids at five for a quick feeding and then let them fall back asleep beside her. Now, groggy, she mumbled: “Baby, let Mommy sleep a little longer.”

The chubby butt squirmed even harder: “Mommy, get up!” Zhen Ning groaned and buried her face under a pillow. Just then, Du Boqin knocked and entered.

The two children, dressed in matching blue pajamas, were sitting—one on her head, the other sprawled across her chest. For a moment, Du Boqin couldn’t tell which was Sese and which was Jamie, but he guessed the one on Zhen Ning’s head was probably Sese.

Zhen Ning’s hair was disheveled, her eyes blankly staring at the ceiling as she asked in despair: “Has my nanny arrived yet?”

Du Boqin replied: “Yisha sent someone to pick her up. She should be here soon.”

Yesterday, Zhen Ning had given Auntie Wang the day off and hired a Chinese-speaking tour guide to take her around Kangduo City for the day.

Du Boqin asked again: “Can I take them out?”

Zhen Ning dragged Sese off her head and handed him over: “Hurry up.” With that, Du Boqin carried the children out.

Zhen Ning rolled over and went back to sleep.

When she woke again, it was already past nine. Zhen Ning went downstairs and saw Du Boqin and the children watering plants in the garden. Someone had found each child a small hose, and the two little ones were following their father, watering freshly pruned rose bushes. Sese mischievously reached out to grab the water stream and got sprayed in the face. Startled, he plopped down onto the grass.

Du Boqin set down his hose and reached out to help him up. Glancing back, he saw Jamie mimicking his father, setting down his hose and reaching out to touch the flowing water. His little hands were instantly splashed, and Jamie wrinkled his nose, giggling uncontrollably.

Zhen Ning stood by the kitchen window, holding a cup of coffee, watching the two boys wobble after their father. They wandered deeper and deeper into the lush garden, growing smaller in the distance.

She gazed silently at the two little beasts born from her body. Led by their father, they ventured into the vast forest that belonged to them.

By ten o’clock, Auntie Wang arrived at Fanlu Manor. Zhen Ning showed her the children’s room, the kitchen, and the ingredients for complementary foods. After touring the house, Auntie Wang wiped her hands and began steaming yams in the kitchen. When Zhen Ning came in, Auntie Wang hesitated for a moment before finally asking: “Are the babies going back?”

Zhen Ning smiled: “We’re staying for a week, then we’ll return next week.”

Relieved about her job security, Auntie Wang happily remarked: “This house is beautiful.”

With Auntie Wang on duty, Zhen Ning handed the children over to their father and the nanny. After nearly two years of being a full-time mom with no breaks, this was the first time she could relax and have some time to herself.

Du Boqin emerged from his study and glanced at his watch—it was almost eleven. The children had tired themselves out playing in the morning, so after drinking milk and eating fruit puree, they fell asleep. Auntie Wang was in the living room, wiping down toys with disinfectant wipes.

The entire first floor of Fanlu was quiet.

Du Boqin sat beside Auntie Wang: “Where’s Zhen Ning?”

Auntie Wang, meticulous in her work, didn’t look up as she replied: “She ate breakfast and went back to sleep.” Du Boqin politely said: “The babies are well-behaved. Thank you for your hard work.”

Auntie Wang sighed, pleased: “I’m not the one who’s worked hard—their mother has. She’s just so sleep-deprived.”

Du Boqin asked: “How long have you been taking care of the babies?”

Seeing that the children’s father wanted to chat, Auntie Wang swiftly switched from professional domestic worker mode to chatty auntie mode: “Since they were three months old. When the maternity nurse went back home, Miss Shu urgently needed a nanny, so I came. When I saw they were premature twins, I thought, how pitiful! The maternity nurse told me they were so tiny when they were born.”

She held up her palm to illustrate, sighing: “So small. Raising them to this age hasn’t been easy.”

Du Boqin’s nose suddenly tingled.

Auntie Wang shook her head, recalling the past: “Everything depended on the mother. I heard from the maternity nurse that after the babies were born, they were placed in incubators in the pediatric ward. When Grandma came to visit, she only looked at the mother, not the babies.”

Du Boqin’s face turned pale. After a long pause, he asked: “Was Zhen Ning very upset?”

Zhen Ning’s voice suddenly drifted in: “What are you saying about me? I heard.”

Auntie Wang turned her head and saw her employer standing at the stairway entrance. Puffing her cheeks, she stopped talking. Du Boqin walked over and touched her cheek: “Lunch will be ready soon.”

---

On the third day at Fanlu, He Meinan arrived with his team.

After the doctor finished examining Du Boqin and left, Du Boqin rested in his room while He Meinan joined Zhen Ning for tea in the flower hall on the first floor.

“You’ve gained weight,” He Meinan observed.

Zhen Ning’s lips twitched: “Even Boqin refrained from mentioning it. Can’t you keep quiet?”

He Meinan scrutinized her and said: “You need to take better care of your health.”

Zhen Ning knew this herself. Too many late nights had left her body swollen. She hadn’t had time to exercise or lose weight, and because she was breastfeeding, Auntie Wang constantly urged her to eat lactation-boosting foods. During moments of exhaustion, she relied on eating to cope. Before becoming a mother, Zhen Ning never realized how strong her endurance could be. There were several times when the children were hospitalized, and she felt on the verge of collapse—but somehow, she persevered. Watching them gradually recover gave her heart new life. Fortunately, after turning one, their growth stabilized, and their health improved.

Zhen Ning stopped adding sugar to her drinks and sipped half a cup of plain tea. She asked He Meinan: “How is his recovery going?”

“He never used to ask,” He Meinan replied. “But this time, he told me he wants to see the children graduate from university.”

He Meinan didn’t dare make promises but added calmly: “Having expectations is a good thing.”

Zhen Ning nodded. He Meinan had mentioned before that his medical team was top-notch.

Gazing out the window, He Meinan continued: “Once you leave, it’s best if he doesn’t stay here. Fanlu is too far from the hospital, which is why we suggested he move to Yinhua Villa. After surgery, there were several critical moments where delays from Fanlu to the hospital would have been dangerous.”

Just then, Jamie toddled into the room, clinging to Zhen Ning’s leg. She picked him up and placed him on her lap. Not long after, Du Boqin entered, carrying Sese.

He Meinan, envious, remarked: “This is truly enviable.”

---

The night before Zhen Ning was set to leave, Du Boqin had work commitments. Since Prime Minister Major’s successful re-election last year, he had appointed Du Boqin as a senior advisor to the Ministry of Defense. As a trusted core member of the leadership, Du Boqin still attended important decision-making meetings.

When he returned home late at night, Zhen Ning had already packed most of their belongings. Two suitcases stood in the second-floor living room.

The children were asleep. After washing his hands and changing clothes, Du Boqin went in to kiss the babies.

Later, the two of them sat on the couch in the living room outside the nursery. In the past, they would sit in the garden restaurant on the first floor of Fanlu, curled up together in a rattan chair, watching the misty garden. Du Boqin would always hold her hand, and they’d sip wine, chatting casually. His breath would linger near her ear, carrying the faint scent of pine-scented cigars—or sometimes, the smell of jet fuel from his jacket after returning from flying missions.

Now, after the babies fell asleep, Zhen Ning didn’t stray far, in case they woke up or cried for her.

Du Boqin sat beside her and handed her a small glass of wine.

Since giving birth, Zhen Ning had become hypersensitive about anything related to the children, but her emotions toward other matters seemed dulled. Her interactions with Du Boqin over the past few days had been calm and practical, devoid of any excess sentiment—as if they were simply partners sharing childcare duties.

For a long time after leaving Fanlu, Zhen Ning often had nightmares. She dreamed of the night she left Kangduo, unable to see his face clearly, only a blurred figure kneeling on the ground. The dream was drenched in blood—blood everywhere.

Waking from these nightmares, her bedroom was pitch black. The two infants slept peacefully in their cribs nearby. She got up, touched their little hands and feet to ensure they were warm, and only then could she rest easy.

The ceaseless emotional demands of the two children, their innocent laughter, and their adorable chatter temporarily made her forget the scars of life. But in the quiet of the night, as the two adults sat facing each other, a profound sorrow hung in the air.

Du Boqin gazed at her. Zhen Ning knew what he wanted to say, and she shook her head: “Your Highness, we can’t pretend nothing happened.”

Du Boqin’s long, pale eyelashes drooped slightly, concealing the sadness in his eyes: “You’ve worked so hard taking care of the children. I can’t let you bear this burden alone.”

Zhen Ning drained her glass of wine in one gulp, voicing a rare complaint: “Sigh, I’m ugly and fat now.”

Du Boqin reached out to stroke her hair, pulling her close to his shoulder: “You’re not ugly, nor fat. I’m in worse shape.”

At these words, Zhen Ning couldn’t hold back anymore.

Du Boqin pulled her into his arms, and Zhen Ning cried uncontrollably, her sobs mixing with fragmented apologies. All he could hear was her repeatedly saying sorry.

There was nothing he could do to stop her apologies, so he cupped her face and kissed her lips.

It took them a long time to calm down.

Zhen Ning had drunk several glasses of wine—something she hadn’t done since her pregnancy. Now slightly tipsy, she murmured: “If He Meinan agrees, you can visit them anytime. If your health doesn’t allow it, I’ll bring them here. Next time, we’ll try to stay longer.”

Du Boqin’s face pressed against her ear, and Zhen Ning once again smelled his familiar scent. He whispered: “I want you, and I want the children.”

---

On the day they left Fanlu, as Zhen Ning placed Sese and Jamie into the car, both babies cried. She didn’t dare look back.

The pink blossoms that once adorned the trees had all fallen, and the leaves grew denser and greener. Unnoticed, the first cicada calls of the night began to echo.

Summer had truly arrived.

Zhen Ning loved the summers of her hometown. The sunlight was bright but not stifling, offering a refreshing coolness.

Driving from the lab at Fengman Hotel, through Cuihu North Road, and making a southern detour into the neighborhood, Zhen Ning slowed the car to find a parking spot for her old apartment building, which lacked an underground garage.

As Zhen Ning drove in, she noticed an X5 parked next to her usual spot—a sleek, jet-black SUV. She didn’t recognize the license plate from around the neighborhood, so she glanced at it a second time.

The dark-tinted windows revealed nothing inside.

Just then, the parking sensors began beeping. Zhen Ning turned her attention to the screen, focused on maneuvering the car into place. Once parked, she turned off the engine, removed the key, and stepped out. As she closed the door and turned around, she walked straight into someone’s arms.

Looking up, she saw a familiar face.

The man wore a white shirt with khaki casual trousers, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his lean, angular features. His sharp, handsome eyes bore a quiet strength.

Zhen Ning stared at him.

She had seen him in so many places across the world, but only now did she feel truly at peace—an almost surreal sense of calm that felt absurdly unreal.

Her tears spilled uncontrollably.

Du Boqin immediately reached out to embrace her: “I’m sorry I came too late.” But Zhen Ning pushed him away: “What are you doing here?”

His hand pressed firmly on her shoulder, pulling her back into his arms despite her resistance. Sobbing, she said: “It’s not safe for you to be here! This is just a regular residential area—there’s no security, don’t you understand?”

Du Boqin spoke softly, tenderly: “It’s alright. Don’t cry.”

Zhen Ning wiped her tears with the back of her hand: “You’d better not let my mom see you.” He handed her a handkerchief: “Shh, the neighbors are watching.”

Zhen Ning shifted slightly and saw a group of elderly women returning from grocery shopping, craning their necks curiously from behind a small tree near the parking spot. Her nose red and still sniffling, she muttered defiantly: “Who cares? Let them look if they want!”

Du Boqin said: “I brought you some tofu rice noodles. Do you want to eat?”

Her sobbing paused for a moment as she quickly wiped her nose clean and turned to ask: “Where is it?”

Carrying the tofu rice noodles for her, Du Boqin accompanied her toward the building entrance. “Where are the children?” he asked. Zhen Ning replied: “Auntie took them to an early education class.”

That morning, when Zhen Ning woke up, Du Boqin was in the living room playing card games with the kids to help them learn words. After she finished breakfast, he stood up and said: “I want to visit your third brother.”

They drove for three hours until they reached the family cemetery—a secluded mountain valley where a tranquil graveyard had been built. The hillside was lush with green grass and pine trees. Her third brother was buried halfway up the slope in a scenic spot, beside their father.

From afar, they could see the engraved tombstones. Du Boqin asked quietly: “Will your family mind us being here?”

Zhen Ning hesitated for a few seconds before answering: “This is the family cemetery. They probably already know we’re here. If Mom didn’t approve, we wouldn’t have been able to enter the gate.”

Together, they cleaned the gravestones of Feng Ze and their father, placing fresh flowers in front of them. Zhen Ning felt a deep sadness wash over her. Every year she visited this place, her mother would shed tears.

Du Boqin knew how hard it was for her. They didn’t speak much while in the cemetery. On their way down the mountain, he held her hand the entire time.

That night, they returned to the city. Du Boqin checked out of his hotel room and moved in with her.

---

In the autumn of that year, Zhen Ning’s second brother, Feng Heng, got married. Du Boqin accompanied her back to Beijian Ancient City for the wedding. Zhen Ning arrived at the hotel early. As she stepped out of the car, she froze instantly—her mother was standing by the hotel entrance, discussing flower arrangements on the red carpet with the wedding staff.

Du Boqin stepped out of the car but didn’t dare approach. He stood respectfully at a distance. Lady Feng acted as though she hadn’t seen him.

Zhen Ning hurried over in quick strides and called out: “Mom.”

Lady Feng acknowledged her briefly and gestured for Zhen Ning to follow. Mother and daughter walked into the hotel lobby together. Lady Feng said: “Your sister-in-law is inside touching up her makeup. Go take a look at the bride.”

Zhen Ning nodded.

Later that evening, after the wedding banquet ended, Zhen Ning heard her mother ask during dinner: “Are you and the children still living in that house by Cuihu Lake?”

“Yes,” Zhen Ning replied.

“Sister,” her mother continued, setting down her chopsticks and wiping her hands, “you should move with the children to the house in Weicheng. The place you live now is too small. That’s not how our family treats guests.” Zhen Ning was stunned.

Her sister-in-law smiled and leaned over, placing a room card and keys in Zhen Ning’s hand: “Uncle Cheng sent someone to clean it yesterday.”

Aside from the old house in Beijian, this was one of the best properties the family owned. It had originally been purchased as a wedding home for her eldest brother and his wife, but since her brother preferred living in Beijian, the house had remained vacant. In recent years, property prices along the Nanze Lakeside had skyrocketed, making the area breathtakingly beautiful.

At that moment, some relatives of the groom’s family came over to say goodbye. Lady Feng stood up, adjusted her shawl, and went outside to see them off.

Her eldest brother nudged Zhen Ning gently in the side. Zhen Ning immediately called out to her mother’s retreating figure: “Thank you, Mom!”

---

Tall eucalyptus trees spread their canopies overhead, blocking the winter sun. In the distance, the long embankment of Haigen stretched out, lined with lush reeds. Beyond, the shimmering waters of Caohai Lake sparkled faintly.

Du Boqin pushed the children in a stroller through the park.

Unable to sit still in the stroller, Sese squirmed until Du Boqin lifted both boys out. The children ran toward the grassy field, quickly finding playmates.

The nanny sat nearby, holding bottles of milk and extra clothes, keeping an eye on the kids. Feeling reassured, Du Boqin wandered casually along the shaded paths of the park.

This month, Zhen Ning had resumed work. Three days a week, she went to the lab at Fengman Group. When she was unavailable, Du Boqin took the children to the park.

After walking for a while, Du Boqin stopped in a quiet corner by the water cypress trees lining the path. Nearby, in a clearing among the woods, stood a restored P-40 fighter plane shell painted in deep camouflage green. Its shark-mouth nose art featured menacing teeth and a gaping maw.

Zhen Ning had taken him to aviation museums many times. He was familiar with this World War II-era aircraft—its rugged design and powerful engine capable of producing 2,000 horsepower allowed it to climb rapidly at high altitudes.

He had flown a P-51 once in Switzerland—a well-maintained antique plane equipped with a Merlin engine and excellent supercharging systems, excelling in both low-altitude and high-altitude combat. During bombing runs, it flew so fast that precision became challenging.

Standing beside the plane, Du Boqin’s gaze softened. “Excuse me, sir, do you have a light?”

Turning at the sound of the voice, he saw a petite elderly woman with meticulously combed silver hair wearing a green velvet dress. Her small purse hung loosely from her wrist, slightly disheveled. In her hand was a dark red leather cigarette case. With a shy smile, she said: “I’m getting old—I forget things.”

Du Boqin recognized the brand of the cigarette case; Zhen Ning had told him about it. It belonged to a famous local tobacco company whose tax contributions accounted for nearly a third of the province’s revenue.

Bending down, he retrieved a backpack from the nearby stroller, unzipped it, and pulled out a lighter.

Polite and composed, he leaned slightly forward, lowering his head as he lit the flame. At that moment, he noticed her green eyes and, upon closer inspection, subtle traces of high cheekbones and a prominent nose beneath delicate features.

The lighter clicked crisply, igniting a small blue flame. Du Boqin lit her cigarette, flicked the lighter shut, and straightened up again.

The elderly woman observed his impeccable gentlemanly demeanor and chuckled softly. Holding up her cigarette case, she offered: “Care for one?”

Without taking his eyes off the children running in the grass, he politely declined: “I promised my wife I’d quit.”

“How sweet!” she said, taking a drag from her cigarette and savoring it with half-closed eyes. “She must be a wonderful wife. Surely, she won’t mind you keeping an old widow company for just one smoke.”

Du Boqin hesitated, then plucked a cigarette from her case.

The woman had clearly noticed his earlier glance and asked confidently: “Were you a pilot?”

Startled, Du Boqin paused mid-lighting and nodded: “Once.”

He smoked with practiced ease, inhaling the smooth tobacco deeply. Unable to suppress a slight cough, he recovered and murmured apologetically: “Excuse me.”

The elderly woman listened carefully: “Your body bears injuries, doesn’t it?” Du Boqin smiled faintly but said nothing.

She gestured toward the P-40: “A glorious chapter in aviation history, isn’t it?”

Du Boqin stood beside her, his posture upright and elegant. One hand remained respectfully tucked into his trouser pocket near the lady, while the other held the cigarette loosely, occasionally raising it for a puff. Wisps of smoke curled around his clear, serene features.

He responded softly: “Yes, ma’am.” A gentle breeze rustled through the shade of the trees.

[Fanlu Manor - FIN.]