CHAPTER 78: CHAPTER 78: LUO XUDONG’S APPEARANCE (FIRST UPDATE)

The countryside doesn’t pay much heed to such matters. When relatives visit, the men crowd into one room, and the women into another. That’s how it is in every household, so no one thinks much of it.

Beisitian in her past life was disguised as a man and traveled with her master, sharing large common beds with traders, so she naturally didn’t mind.

However, Luo Xuhua felt a bit embarrassed when he woke up. He didn’t have any other thoughts; he just felt that he had taken someone’s place. Beisitian, used to having a bed to herself, probably wasn’t as comfortable sleeping like this.

"Sitiang, thank you." Luo Xuhua expressed his gratitude with a face full of emotion.

Before, Doctor Bei often treated him, and later even saved his life. This time, although it wasn’t a serious illness, it was cured by Doctor Bei’s daughter.

Both father and daughter of the Bei family have been kind to him.

Over at Luo Aiguo’s place, no one came over for now, and Luo Xuhua was happy not to go. He didn’t feel a sense of belonging there.

"Back then, Dongzi and I were the closest. Though he was two years younger than me, he was braver and had more ideas than anyone..."

The conversation somehow turned to Luo Xudong, and as Luo Xuhua spoke, the smile on his face became hard to maintain.

"Uncle, Aunt, I don’t know how this rumor started, but I know what kind of person Dongzi is. He wouldn’t desert. If he didn’t have the courage to fire that shot, then no one on the battlefield would dare." Luo Xuhua said with a quiet but firm tone.

Luo Anguo and Mrs. Qin listened and sighed repeatedly. They didn’t believe their son could do such a thing either, especially Luo Anguo. He had vehemently denied the accusation at the time, but since it came from the military, how could it be false?

When Beisitian came in, Mrs. Qin was caressing a color photograph with tears in her eyes.

Beisitian’s gaze fell on that photograph, which showed a man in a green military uniform, looking incredibly handsome.

The man wore a light smile on his face, with deep, distant eyes carrying a sense of determination and cold sharpness. He looked like a sword drawn from its sheath!

This was the first time Beisitian had seen Luo Xudong. The original owner’s memories weren’t very clear, and in those memories, Luo Xudong was still a teenager.

Perhaps because this body originally belonged to Luo Xudong’s fiancée, she subconsciously looked at it a few more times.

To be honest, even from the photograph alone, Luo Xudong exuded a righteous aura, and Beisitian couldn’t believe he would do such a thing.

Beisitian had felt this way since Luo Xudong’s comrades visited last time.

But thinking about it now doesn’t help; he’s already dead, and Beisitian didn’t plan to waste her energy clearing his name or anything like that.

The military, like the one in the past life, isn’t a place you can just go if you want to.

Even if you’re in the military, it’s not that easy to find out the truth, let alone when she doesn’t even have a chance to get in.

What she can do now is ensure that the people in this family are healthy and the days get better, so she can leave feeling she doesn’t owe the original owner anything.

Mrs. Qin mentioned that this was the only photograph Luo Xudong sent. At the time, seeing a color photo was such a novelty that many from the village came to see it. If Luo Xuhua hadn’t come, Mrs. Qin would have probably kept it hidden away in a box.

She feared she’d cry every time she looked at it.

Luo Xuhua also took the picture and studied it for a while, eyes full of nostalgia, probably comparing it to the person in his memory.

Life is unpredictable; everyone thought Luo Xudong had a bright future ahead, yet he prematurely passed away.

Luo Anping also sneaked over, lifting his head to look at the resolute, handsome man above.

Soon, Luo Aiguo came over. His face looked a bit grim, with two red marks on his right cheek, like scratches, clearly indicating he hadn’t gone without a fight lately.

Luo Xuhua seemed not to notice the marks that were because of him and called out, "Dad."

"Let’s go, Huazi, come home with Dad!"

Luo Aiguo greeted Luo Anguo and called Luo Xuhua home.

After the two left, Luo Anguo remained uneasy, knowing Qin Hongmei was not someone who would let things go so easily.

"It shouldn’t be too bad. You see, big brother is very firm this time. What more can Qin Hongmei do?" Mrs. Qin said, though her face still showed signs of worry.

Luo Xuhua’s matters were not within Beisitian’s concern. She continued with her life as usual and went to town the next day.

She purposely waited an extra two days, estimating that the Wenfang Society’s owner should have returned. Although getting to town was more convenient than some villages, it wasn’t somewhere she could go on a whim.

At Jishi Pharmacy.

Zhou Jiren and a man sat by a table drinking tea, with Ma Jian Country standing beside them, discussing the developments at Chongren Pharmacy over this period.

The information they had was accurate, but not entirely so. Chongren Pharmacy was indeed making moves, but this time, it wasn’t just Chongren Pharmacy acting alone.

"Mr. Zhou, we’ve received word from above that you can go all out. As long as you resolve this issue, anything you need will be provided by headquarters!" said the man sitting across from Zhou Jiren.

This person came from the Guangzhou headquarters, and his arrogant demeanor irritated Ma Jian Country. So what if he’s from headquarters? He doesn’t have as much power as Mr. Zhou, who’s in charge of the whole North China region. Who is he trying to impress?

Zhou Jiren smiled and said, "Since that’s what headquarters wants, then I won’t be polite. But this matter is quite tricky, and I don’t have complete confidence."

"No problem. If Mr. Zhou says he’s unsure, then no one else can be." The man, fair-skinned with small eyes, almost disappeared when he smiled, making them nearly invisible.

Though it sounded like flattery, he was actually placing pressure on Zhou Jiren, indicating that headquarters had high hopes and that the issue must be resolved.

Zhou Jiren took a sip of tea.

Seeing this, the man understood it was time to take his leave and didn’t overstay his welcome, citing other shops to visit as an excuse to depart.

After he left, Ma Jian Country coldly snorted, "A petty face, just a messenger who keeps babbling about ’headquarters,’ as if he really thinks he’s important."

Looking through the window at the man’s departing figure, Zhou Jiren’s lips curled into a faint, fleeting smile, unobserved by Ma Jian Country since he had his back turned to him.

At that moment, Ma Xiaoling rushed in from the front yard, calling out, "Mr. Zhou, Beisitian is here!"

Zhou Jiren’s lips curved slightly, "Let her in."

Ma Jian Country knew Mr. Zhou had a special regard for this girl from the countryside, so he treated her politely, greeting her as they came face-to-face when he stepped out.

"Miss Bei, you’re here. Have a seat." Zhou Jiren noticed Beisitian as she walked in, seeing her cheeks had filled out a bit and she looked nicer.