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The Military Green Jeep drove slowly on the bustling overpass. Qing Cang rolled down the window, his deep gaze quietly observing the skyscrapers that vanished in an instant before his eyes. It had been five years since he left the city that raised him. Once a slum area, it had transformed into a skyline of towering buildings in the blink of an eye. The city was steadily moving towards prosperity, and he felt that all his efforts were worthwhile.
"General, that woman in white was really unreasonable, like a shrew!" Zhang recalled the pain still lingering in his waist, feeling utterly frustrated. As the leader of the Guards, he had been taken down by a woman—what a disgrace.
The woman in white? A deep smile unintentionally crept onto his handsome and resolute face, softening the tense lines of his features. The beautiful curve at the corner of his mouth made him look even more charming. Through the rearview mirror, Zhang appeared puzzled; he could never guess what was on the General's mind.
"General, you’re not laughing at me for embarrassing myself, are you?" Zhang asked worriedly while gripping the steering wheel. Qing Cang snapped back from his momentary distraction and stared at Zhang: "Drive faster, we need to get home before seven-thirty!"
"Yes, General!"
Zhang grinned widely, revealing two rows of neat white teeth, then steadily increased the speed. The car smoothly sped through wide streets, maneuvering around several traffic lights before gradually entering the suburbs, where a cement road lined with greenery came into view.
"Hurry, hurry! The young master is back! Quickly go tell Grandfather and the old couple!"
The servant Qin Bo, who had been waiting at the door with a beaming smile, rushed forward to open the car door for Qing Cang: "Young master, you’re finally back! Grandfather has been talking about you all night!"
Qing Cang quickly stepped out of the car and looked up at the quaint two-story villa before him. The osmanthus tree at the entrance was blooming beautifully and exuding a captivating fragrance. He paused at the door, not moving his feet; a hint of nostalgia flashed in his deep eyes. It had been five years since he last saw this place!
"Young master, please hurry inside!" Qin Bo said from behind, tears glistening in his eyes. He had watched the young master grow up; after five years apart, he had become even more extraordinary.
"Qin Bo, it's been five years. How have you been?" Qing Cang asked softly as he looked at Qin Bo.
"I'm good, very good!" Qin Bo wiped his eyes with his sleeve. "Young master, please hurry inside! Grandfather and the old couple are waiting for you at home!"
"Cang, you finally came back!"
The graceful voice was like a breath of spring, brushing past Qing Cang's heart. Li Jiuyue, Qing Cang's mother, dressed in a white home outfit, was in her fifties but still retained her charm. Time had left no trace on her beautiful face; instead, it highlighted her enchanting allure even more.
Opening her arms, Li Jiuyue embraced Qing Cang. It had been five whole years since this mother had seen her son.
"Why are you acting like a woman, hugging and holding on like that!"
A loud voice came from around the corner of the stairs, and Qing Cang immediately felt a ringing in his head as a middle-aged man helped an elderly man with gray hair walk over.
"Grandpa!" Qing Cang stepped in front of the old man and saluted with a standard military salute. "General Qing Cang of the 39th Army pays respects to Commander!"
"Left face, march..."
With standard marching steps, the sound of polished military boots echoed clearly in the hall.
"Attention, right face, march..."
"Dad, that's enough!" Qing Guorong smiled at Qing Cang and spoke to his father, Qingbo Nation.
"I need to check if this guy has been slacking off these past few years!"
Qingbo Nation's stern words couldn't hide the smile lurking at the corners of his mouth. His grandson had indeed not disappointed him; even after becoming a General, he had not neglected his studies.
"Alright, the Performance is over, disperse!"
The cane struck the solid wood floor a few times, emphasizing the absolute authority in this household.
Hmm...
Qing Cang let out a long sigh in his heart. His old rascal of a grandfather had not changed at all; still as tough and authoritative as ever. Just thinking about having to live with such a stubborn old man day in and day out made Qing Cang feel an uneasy sensation.
"Come, let Grandpa see if you've grown taller!"
Qing Cang's handsome face turned as dark as Guan Yu's. The person who usually commanded thousands of troops now had to stand respectfully in front of Qingbo Nation, allowing him to pat his head, touch his chest, and even feel his backside. Sighing inwardly, he cast a pleading glance at his father, Qing Guorong. However, Qing Guorong could only smile apologetically, looking helpless.
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