Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1575 Sisterly Night Talk 5

Chapter 1575: Chapter 1575 Sisterly Night Talk 5

"So, he’ll be arriving in just a few days?" The house needs a proper cleaning—it can’t look messy and make people laugh at us.

Hearing Feng Qingxue’s question, Feng Qingyun nodded. "Exactly! He said he’s ten years older than me, has experienced more than I have, and even had a previous relationship. Although it ended because of a housing issue, he’s not a complete blank slate. You guys would definitely be uneasy unless you meet him, so it’s the polite thing to do. He should be on the train right now, the one going directly from Shanghai to the Capital, then transferring to here. It’s a fast train—we took the express train as well."

"Ten years older than you? That means he’s twenty-seven."

"Age isn’t a problem, Sis. Brother-in-law is ten years older than you, and look how happy you are now. Everyone’s jealous of you two!"

"Alright, alright, age isn’t a problem. I’m asking, what does he do for work?" Feng Qingxue felt she should get some details.

Feng Qingyun replied cheerfully, "He works for the Railway Bureau. He’s even a deputy director! Impressive, right? When we traveled, he helped get our tickets and even asked the train conductor to take good care of us. He’s so thoughtful—he even managed to get us a big bag of fruit, the same ones the triplets ate today. I couldn’t bring myself to eat any on the way."

Fruits on the market were extremely rare, extraordinarily scarce.

Feng Qingxue recalled the oranges the triplets were eating. She had been wondering where her younger sister had gotten the fruit. So it was a gift from him. She let out a soft "hmm." "We definitely have to meet him. How could we feel at ease otherwise? Such a grown man, and he’s even had a previous relationship. Naturally, his life experiences are not something a little girl like you can match. What’s his name? I’ll ask around."

Lu Jiang had comrades over in Shanghai that he could contact. She also knew He Hongjun—surely she’d be able to get the information she wanted.

Feng Qingyun obediently replied, "Sis, you know him too."

"I know him too? A familiar face? Who is this sharp-eyed person who managed to snatch my little sister away?"

Feng Qingyun covered her mouth with a laugh. "Li Jiaoyang! Don’t you remember? The first time I ever took a train with you, to visit the military base—he’s the Li Jiaoyang we met on the train. He gave you biscuits, hot water, and a wrinkled apple. Back then, I already knew he was a good guy. When he found out I was that young girl from before, he was so shocked his glasses almost fell off. Who would’ve thought we’d have such a fate?"

As soon as Feng Qingxue heard Li Jiaoyang’s name, she shot upright, coughing violently as she choked on her own saliva.

"Sis, take it easy!" Feng Qingyun sat up as well and patted her back. "Are you really that surprised?"

"How could I not be surprised? The person you found is actually Li Jiaoyang! That might be the suspected son of General Rong Yuan! They say General Rong has been asking people to check if there are three black moles on the soles of Li Jiaoyang’s feet."

Rong Yuan was twenty-eight this year. If Li Jiaoyang really was his younger brother, then his actual age would make him eleven years older than her younger sister.

An older man indeed, considering her sister was only seventeen and wouldn’t turn eighteen until after the New Year.

Unaware of a possible connection between Li Jiaoyang and Rong Yuan, Feng Qingyun blinked several times in the dark. After a moment, she remembered it was nighttime and her sister wouldn’t be able to see her face. "It’s not like he’s done anything awful, like committing murder or arson. What’s so surprising about it? Isn’t he great? This is what you call fate—destiny brought us together."

"Fate, fate... What a fate, indeed. I hope he comes soon," muttered Feng Qingxue, already planning to have Lu Jiang notify General Rong to avoid making a meaningless trip to Shanghai.

.. Today, I’m wearing a kid’s fever patch, racing to meet my daily word count of 18,000. Making up for the day before yesterday, which I missed. Yesterday was 12,000 o(╥﹏╥)o