Rebirth: I Am Not the Movie Queen This Time
Chapter 272: True Colors

Chapter 272: Chapter 272: True Colors

Wan Chu’er stretched lazily, "The air back home feels more intimate and wonderful."

On the way back, her mood was exceptionally good; she felt everything she laid eyes on was pleasing—the cars were better than those in K Country, the roads were wider and smoother, and even the roadside trees looked neater and more pleasing...

Returning to the Military Department where they had started, another round of reporting ensued, and by the time it was finished, it was eleven o’clock. She changed back into her own clothes and someone drove her back to the residential villa.

"Grandpa, I’m back!" Wan Chu’er saw Old Sir Zhong standing at the door from afar, and she had a feeling he was waiting for her.

Hearing Wan Chu’er’s cheerful voice and seeing her rush towards him like a bird returning to its nest, a smile appeared on Old Sir Zhong’s weathered face.

"Welcome back."

Although she had been gone for only two days, it felt like a very long time. The excitement of seeing her family again was overwhelming, and Wan Chu’er couldn’t help but hug Old Sir Zhong.

Old Sir Zhong was suddenly embraced and was momentarily stunned. This feeling was really unfamiliar. Before he could think of what to say, Wan Chu’er had already let go of him and asked with a grin:

"Grandpa, did you miss me? Is everything well at home? Why don’t I see anyone else?"

She didn’t wait for Old Sir Zhong to respond and happily ran into the house.

"Second Brother, Second Brother, Bai Qiyan, Brother Lishan, are you here? Come out, I’m back."

Old Sir Zhong listened to Wan Chu’er’s crisp voice and slowly reached out to touch his slightly moist eyes.

This is what it feels like to have children and grandchildren around your knees.

He turned and entered the house, saying with a smile, "Xiao Bai went to the company early in the morning, and Lishan also went out on errands. They’re not at home."

"Ah?" Wan Chu’er’s shoulders slumped, and she muttered, "Don’t they know I was coming back today?"

Then she laughed, realizing how foolish she was being. They didn’t even know when she left; how could they know she was returning? Naturally, they wouldn’t be home waiting to welcome her.

Suddenly, Wan Chu’er paused again, realizing she already considered them her own family. Thus, from afar, she couldn’t help wanting to find them.

Old Sir Zhong, unaware of Wan Chu’er’s thoughts, just chuckled and said, "They thought you were busy with your schoolwork these past two days, so you wouldn’t come back."

Wan Chu’er went "Oh."

"Come, tell me about what happened these two days. I heard you acted on your own and did something quite significant?" Old Sir Zhong sat on the couch and asked slowly.

"Hehe." Wan Chu’er smiled, seemingly pleased that the elder knew so much, suggesting she needn’t keep secrets from him.

Having experienced something so extraordinary, she felt it would be best to have someone to speak freely with. Thus, Wan Chu’er narrated everything that had happened to the elder in full detail.

This time was different from when she reported to her superiors—serious and solemn. Now, she spoke vividly, with animated gestures, thoroughly describing the tension and excitement she had felt.

Old Sir Zhong smiled faintly, listening to her chatter on without interjecting, his experienced eyes twinkling, pondering something.

This must be the real Chuchu, right? Perhaps the coldness and haughtiness of her usual days were her impatience and indifference towards the trivialities of daily life. Perhaps Chuchu inherently enjoyed the thrill of heated battles?

After she finished, Wan Chu’er suddenly squinted her eyes and said, "Grandpa, could you please help me check my dad’s sacrifice records? I want to know the details, what mission my dad was on when he sacrificed his life, and who harmed him and his comrades."

If possible, she wants to avenge Wan Shiguo.

Perhaps the nation has too many considerations and cannot act, but she is just an ordinary person and can devise a way to make those who harmed her father pay a price.

What about H country? After her graduation, she will definitely take a trip to H country.

Old Sir Zhong did not expect Wan Chu to raise such a question. He felt a jolt inside, but his face remained calm as he said:

"Alright, I will try to reach out to some old friends, though I fear I may not be qualified to access those files."

Wan Chu’er clung to his arm and cooed, "You even know about the secret missions I carry out abroad, so you must be able to check my dad’s files. It’s been more than a decade, isn’t there something like a confidentiality period or declassification? Can my dad’s affairs be declassified now?"

Old Sir Zhong shook his head helplessly: "I will try my best to strive for it, but your dad’s matters involve a foreign country. You know, these kinds of foreign-related issues are always more complex, and the confidentiality level is higher, don’t hold too much hope.

You should stop overthinking it; your dad sacrificed himself for the country in a normal manner, there aren’t so many conspiracies and tricks."

Wan Chu’er blinked her eyes; was she really just overthinking?

But still, she stubbornly said, "Even if it was a normal sacrifice, there must be a process, right? Was it while saving someone? Did he fall into the sea? Or was he shot by terrorists? I need to know whose hands claimed his life."

"I understand," Old Sir Zhong could hardly deal with her anymore and hurried her by saying, "You must be exhausted these past few days, hurry up and rest. Go to school tomorrow, you’ve missed two days of classes, don’t fail the exams."

Failed her exams?

Wan Chu’er couldn’t help but laugh silently, "You don’t have to worry about that at all." But indeed, she was tired and wanted to have a good sleep, so obediently she went upstairs, thoroughly washed up, and then comfortably sank into her large bed, falling deeply asleep.

Old Sir Zhong sat alone in the living room downstairs, silent.

When he had first acknowledged Wan Chu’er, he had looked into Wan Shiguo’s affairs, and after finding out, he felt very heavy-hearted; the details were something that must never be let known to Wan Chu’er as the harm to her would be even greater.

Wan Chu’er was woken up by the ringing of the phone, groggily waking up and glancing outside; it was already dark, not knowing what time it was now.

The bedside phone rang again twice, then stopped.

She blankly stared at the ceiling, lazily thinking about what she should do. Whether to get up to eat or to continue sleeping.

Then the phone rang once again.

She reached out to grab the phone and brought it to her ear.

"Wan Chu’er, where have you been? Haven’t seen you for two days, it’s quite rare, even a model student like Wan Chu’er can skip classes," the voice of Mai Qiqi came through from the other side of the phone.

Wan Chu’er couldn’t help but laugh, lazily making a grunt.

Mai Qiqi’s voice immediately raised a notch, "Wan Chu’er, good to hear you now, I thought Shen Qian had hit you so hard you were too ashamed to meet the Jiangdong Elders, either hiding somewhere or directly slashing your own throat."

Shen Qian?

Wan Chu’er remembered, before she disappeared, she indeed had a fight with Shen Qian, but it was Brother Lishan who helped her clean up afterwards.

"I’ll go to school tomorrow, we’ll meet then."