Chapter 119 The 119th day since I stopped running...

Chapter 119 The 119th day since I stopped running...

"Old Sun, Old Sun—"

Grandpa Sun was watching TV at home when he heard someone calling at the door. He took off his reading glasses and went out to see Grandpa Cai, who was beaming with excitement and holding a newspaper.

"Old Cai, what's wrong?" Grandpa Sun asked.

Grandpa Cai handed him a newspaper: "Look, look, the Jingyun residential area we bought is in the newspaper."

"What? It's in the newspaper? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

Grandpa Sun was worried, so he picked up the newspaper and looked at it. However, his vision became blurry, so he had to go back inside to get his glasses before he could see clearly.

Upon seeing it, Grandpa Sun chuckled, patting the newspaper and saying, "Look at this! What did I say before? Your wife was right too. The houses in Jingyun Community are really good. We made the right choice buying them!"

Grandpa Cai was also happy and said, "Yes, look, the reporter said that the investigation results showed that the building materials and construction standards are top-notch. We won't have to worry about leaks or poor sound insulation when we live here. By the way, the house prices might rise soon."

Wen Chan returned to Beijing around 4 p.m.

Chen Bo was driving to pick her up. As soon as Wen Chan saw him, she couldn't help but burst out laughing, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

Chen Bo, holding a bouquet of bright red roses, blushed slightly at the laughter and pulled his suitcase over, saying, "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"

Wen Chan pursed her lips, trying to suppress her laughter, but when she saw Chen Bozheng, she couldn't help herself. The two of them, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, were both tall and eye-catching.

Seeing that many people around had already looked, Wen Chan nudged Chen Bozheng's arm, "Come on, let's talk in the car."

The car was parked right at the airport entrance.

Once in the car, Chen Bo was handing the roses to Wen Chan.

Wen Chan held the flowers, smelled them, and couldn't help but look at Chen Bozheng with a smile: "You're so good to me, I'm almost embarrassed to make fun of you."

Chen Bo released the handbrake, stepped on the gas, and drove off at a leisurely pace. Infected by Wen Chan's laughter, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "What's so funny? Is there something dirty on my face?"

He looked in the rearview mirror.

Wen Chan, holding the roses, shook her head: "No, it's you. How come you're so tanned? I didn't even recognize you when I got off the plane, pfft."

She finally couldn't help but lower her head and laugh, her shoulders shaking.

Chen Bozheng then realized why she was laughing. He touched his face and said helplessly, "I don't think I'm dark-skinned."

Wen Chan laughed until her back ached, then straightened up and said, "You look at yourself every day, do you think you're dark-skinned?"

"Isn't it pretty?" Chen Bo asked Wen Chan.

Wen Chan turned her head away and pursed her lips: "No, not at all."

Chen Bozheng's lips curled into a smile, revealing a set of exceptionally white teeth. "Shall we go home first or go check out the construction site?"

“Let’s go to the construction site,” Wen Chan said. “I hear you talking about how great your Jingyun residential area is every day; I have to see it for myself.”

Jingyun Residential Area is a bit far from the airport, and it was already past five o'clock when we arrived.

At this time of day, there shouldn't be many people at the sales office, since it's a weekday and everyone goes straight home for dinner after get off work.

Unexpectedly, when Wen Chan and Chen Bo got out of the car, they found the sales office full of people, men, women, and children.

Hua Lingfeng had just finished showing two guests around and was about to rest when Liang Wenxuan grabbed him and pulled him over to a family of three: "This is our Xiao Hua. Xiao Hua, this is Mr. Wang and his family. They're interested in a small apartment on this floor. Take them to see it."

Hua Lingfeng stared wide-eyed at Liang Wenxuan with disbelief: It's me again?

Liang Wenxuan patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "Thank you for your hard work. Please make another trip. This family is very keen to place an order."

Hua Lingfeng smiled apologetically at Mr. Wang and his family, "Please wait a moment."

After saying this, he pulled Liang Wenxuan aside, pointed to his throat, and said, "Brother Liang, listen to my hoarse voice. I've been busy showing patients all afternoon and haven't even stopped to pee. Can you let me rest for a bit, go to the toilet, and have a drink of water?"

Liang Wenxuan looked hesitant and troubled.

Just then, Hua Lingfeng saw Chen Bo and Wen Chan coming over and quickly waved to them: "Brother Chen, sister-in-law, over here."

As Chen Bo and Wen Chan walked over, Hua Lingfeng immediately said to Liang Wenxuan, "Brother Liang, I've found the person for you. I'm going to the restroom first; I really can't hold it in anymore!"

After saying this, Hua Lingfeng turned tail and ran away.

Liang Wenxuan was both annoyed and amused. When he saw Wen Chan, he paused for a moment and asked, "Is this your sister-in-law?"

Wen Chan smiled slightly: "Yes, my name is Wen Chan. You must be Brother Liang?"

She reached out and shook hands with Liang Wenxuan.

Liang Wenxuan was somewhat embarrassed. After shaking hands, he glanced awkwardly at Chen Bozheng, "Bozheng, you know how embarrassing this is, we're short-staffed right now..."

Wen Chan understood, "It's alright, you guys go ahead and do your work. I'll find a place to sit and look around."

Chen Bozheng glanced at Wen Chan, his eyes filled with guilt.

"How about I call you a taxi so you can go home first?"

“No need, you go about your business,” Wen Chan said. “I’m not a child, do you need to take me around to see the world?”

When Chen Bozheng saw her say that, he knew she wasn't doing it against her will. He took her to the office inside, told her there was water and snacks, and then left with Liang Wenxuan.

As he walked, he asked, "What's going on? Why are there so many people here today?"

Liang Wenxuan said, "You don't know yet? That Lin Dayong, Lin Xin..."

There are quite a few people coming to see the property this time.

In the end, Wang Jianquan and the monk arrived to help, and Chen Bozheng and Wen Chan were finally able to go home ahead of schedule.

It was rush hour, and Wen Chan, with the window open and the wind blowing, smiled at Chen Bozheng, "Business seems to be really good. The boss is making a fortune every day."

Chen Bo rubbed his nose. "I was just lucky. I wasn't this lucky a few days ago. I just happened to run into something today."

He briefly recounted the story of Lin Dayong and Lin Xin.

As Wen Chan listened, her brows furrowed slightly. She rested her chin on her hand and pondered, "Something doesn't seem right. Jingyun Residential Area isn't that big, and it's not like you're dealing with a large company. Shouldn't you be looking for big companies or organizations to investigate? They'd be more interesting."

Chen Bozheng said, "I was just thinking that this might have been done by the neighboring community. Hu Cheng, that bastard, was always causing trouble for us at first, but he suddenly became quiet recently, which is really strange. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that after Lin Dayong and Lin Xin came, Hu Cheng stopped making any moves."

Upon hearing this, Wen Chan thought for a moment and then laughed out loud: "So what does this mean? You've managed to win over the spies they sent?"

Chen Bo touched his ear. "That's a bit of an exaggeration, but our community treats its workers quite well. The main reason is that we haven't done anything wrong, so we're not afraid of being investigated. If those reporters dare to say anything out of line, aren't they afraid of being sued?"

Wen Chan thought to herself, "Chen Bozheng is just not experienced enough."

By the early 2000s, the journalism industry was in complete chaos. In order to boost sales and click rates, they would fabricate any kind of fake news, and a mere defamation was nothing.

As the scenery outside became more and more familiar, she knew she was almost home.

The courtyard was still as lively as ever.

It was after dinner, the autumn air was crisp and clear, and many elderly people and children were enjoying the cool evening air outside. As Chen Bo was taking Wen Chan home, many people greeted them along the way.

Many aunties also praised Wen Chan for looking much better after her trip to the United States, and asked her how her surgery went. After learning that everything went smoothly, they offered their congratulations.

Chen Bo put the suitcase in the living room, looked at Wen Chan who was looking around, and smiled. He took a cup and poured her a glass of warm water: "I'll call someone to deliver takeout. What would you like to eat?"

Wen Chan replied with a casual "whatever," sat down in a chair, and said, "Our house is quite clean. Did you clean it yourself?"

Chen Bozheng said, "I asked Aunt Lin to help clean. I cleaned your room."

He knew that Wen Chan had a strong sense of personal boundaries and didn't like others entering her room.

Chen Bo picked up the phone and ordered a pot of congee to be delivered. Seeing Wen Chan looking around, he couldn't help but chuckle, "It's not like you haven't seen it before, why are you looking at it so intently?"

Wen Chan took a deep breath: "I don't know why, but I always feel more comfortable here than in America."

She stomped her foot on the ground.

In New York, she stayed in high-class hospital rooms and private villas, with top-notch facilities and environments. But when she stayed in those places, she always felt like there was something separating her from them.

This time, seeing those neighbors who were so warm and welcoming despite not having much interaction with them, and stepping on these outdated old-fashioned floor tiles, she felt at ease. She looked up at Chen Bozheng and said, "It feels like I'm standing on solid ground."

Chen Bo leaned forward, smiling as he looked at her.

Their eyes met for a moment, then they turned their heads away.

Wen Chan held the cup, her face suddenly feeling hot. She coughed and said, "Well, I'll go inside and put my things down."

"Just tell me what you need, and I'll go out and buy it." Chen Bozheng also lowered his head, his fingers fiddling with the leather on the sofa.

"Buy me a bar of soap," Wen Chan said. "And a pen and a notebook too."

Chen Bozheng agreed and went out.

He hadn't gone far; there was a small shop at the entrance of the alleyway in the courtyard, selling everything from firewood and rice to oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea.

When the shop owner saw him come in to buy something, she smiled and joked, "Little Chen, your wife is back."

"Yes, I just got back to China." Chen Bozheng told the shopkeeper what he wanted to buy, and after she got it for him, she asked, "Have you seen your great-uncle?"

"Grandpa?" Chen Bo was about to take out his money when he heard this and a look of confusion appeared on his face.

The proprietress said, "Yes, don't you know? Your grandfather's younger brother came to see you this afternoon, and Uncle Wang from your courtyard was helping you entertain him. Isn't he in your courtyard right now?"

Chen Bozheng exclaimed "Ah!" in confusion. When he returned home with the things he had bought, he found that quite a few people had come to his yard.

Besides Grandpa Wang, there was a thin, bony old man in a suit who was very excited when he saw him.