RYEY -Chapter 375 The Person Across from the Guesthouse

Li Bing’s eyes flicked toward the dagger that Cheng Qiao had handed over. He didn’t understand how Cheng Qiao had gotten involved with Wu Hongxin again, but the wider the network of his younger brother and sister-in-law, the more advantageous it was for him.

“I should report this to the regiment commander. Something this big needs a proper explanation.”

“I was almost assassinated.”

“Squeak…”

Li Bing stomped on the brake with force. Luckily, there were no cars behind them, or they would have been hit. Actually, when he had seen the change in Cheng Qiao’s expression at the train station, he had had a suspicion, but now that it had been confirmed, he was still deeply shaken.

“I don’t think you should go to your father’s cave dwelling. You should stay at the military guesthouse. This area is under our military jurisdiction; no one dares to act recklessly.”

Cheng Liguo nodded. But first, he had to report to his unit, cancel his leave, and then request time off to come here and help Cheng Qiao take care of the children.

“Dad, you should find a school for Cheng Li near your unit. The children will be in your care. Staying with me would actually be unsafe.”

Cheng Liguo shook his head and recounted his conversation with Ye Chengying to Cheng Qiao, making sure to repeat Ye Chengying’s words: if those people take action, no harm will come to family members; you and your grandson are safe.

Cheng Qiao still felt a little dazed. Li Bing, however, already understood—the person who had been killed on the train was probably someone Ye Chengying had secretly assigned to protect Cheng Qiao, yet they had been eliminated so easily.

That meant their target was Cheng Qiao. Li Bing turned to look at her, his mind spinning, before deciding to cut straight to the point:

“Sister-in-law, you’re my brother’s wife. I have to ask—you’re a person with special abilities, aren’t you? Or do you have some kind of unique power?”

“Why do you ask that?”

“Your father’s words were clear. Those people take action, but no harm comes to family. Those people are the kind I just mentioned—people with special abilities, working for our country’s special departments.”

Li Bing, as a battalion commander, had some inside information, so his question was direct.

Cheng Qiao felt her heart sink. Ever since being admitted to the Beijing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, her surroundings had already changed—and not in her favor.

Especially after the Wu family incident, even Wu Hongxin could focus attention on her. How could the special department not be aware of that?

Ye Chengying had quickly sent her to Wuwei for her safety. This area was directly under his jurisdiction, ensuring protection.

But what had happened on the train made it clear—even if you’re capable, what they want to do is not something ordinary people can resist.

Anger flared within Cheng Qiao. These people treated lives like nothing. If she were alone, she would make sure to bring them to justice.

“I have a medical inheritance. I don’t know exactly where it comes from, but I can concoct various elixirs that modern medicine cannot achieve.”

Li Bing immediately believed her. His life had been saved by that golden-colored egg Cheng Qiao had used—that egg was exactly what she described: the kinds of elixirs modern medicine couldn’t create.

“I understand. I’ll keep it a secret. Those people probably don’t know what your abilities are yet, so we first give Ye Chengying a warning. Next, someone will come looking for you.”

Cheng Liguo was shocked by Li Bing’s words. Why would anyone come after his daughter? He only had one daughter in his lifetime and couldn’t allow anyone to harm her. He urgently looked at Cheng Qiao:

“Daughter, do you have the ability to protect yourself?”

Cheng Qiao patted the slightly nervous Cheng Liguo and also glanced at Cheng Li, who had been quietly listening. A calm smile appeared on her youthful face:

“Dad, I can protect myself.”

Cheng Qiao had her little red head and Hai Dongqing. Even if she couldn’t defeat them outright, she could at least hold her ground.

If it came down to it, she could even hide in her spatial realm.

“That’s good. Otherwise, Dad—”

“No.”

Cheng Liguo’s words were cut off by Cheng Qiao. In her heart, Cheng Liguo, Mother Li, her mentor, her husband Li Huan, and her five children were untouchable.

Otherwise, even at the cost of her life, she wouldn’t let those who tried to harm her family go unpunished. Just like with the Wu family—anyone who dared mess with her children would never survive. At that moment, an unshakable determination appeared on Cheng Qiao’s face.

Li Bing nodded silently. Cheng Qiao had saved his life. If she were in danger, he would protect his savior with his own life.

“By the way, I need to report to school tomorrow. Do you know the place?”

Li Bing glanced at the address, feeling a bit confused. It seemed familiar, yet he couldn’t recall where he had seen it. If only Qin Guoqing were here—the boy was like a living map. Any location on a map, he could find.

“I’ll ask in the dorm. Maybe my brothers know. Tomorrow they can show the way. Today, you three should settle in and rest.”

The car drove into the military guesthouse. Li Bing showed his officer ID, securing two rooms so the three of them could rest. He planned to bring dinner over in the evening.

Cheng Liguo nodded. He was exhausted, too. He would take little Cheng Li to the bathhouse, while Cheng Qiao could rest.

Cheng Qiao closed the room door, locked it, and drew the curtains. She slipped into her spatial realm. Inside, the little red head lazily circled the Qilin Resurrection Tree, absorbing the spiritual energy it emitted.

Cheng Qiao hurried to the well, tossed a bucket in, and began drawing water, hand passing through the thick mist at the mouth of the well, one bucket at a time.

The water was quickly absorbed by the Qilin Resurrection Tree. Cheng Qiao seemed to feel the tree’s faint resentment. It was still a sapling, and her own spiritual energy wasn’t enough, yet it had to support the little red head.

Cheng Qiao gently patted the tree trunk. The little red head was helping protect her and Cheng Li, so it needed to bear a bit more. She poured extra spiritual water from the well to nourish it.

The Qilin Resurrection Tree seemed satisfied. As the water dripped over it, wisps of mist arose, absorbed continuously by the little red head.

Cheng Qiao’s clothes were soaked with sweat, and the well was nearly empty before the tree seemed to enter dormancy. She drank a big gulp of water and went to the washroom for a shower.

When she came out, she heard voices next door—Cheng Liguo and little Cheng Li had returned from the bath. Cheng Qiao internally complained: the soundproofing here was terrible.

She opened the door and knocked on the next room. Cheng Liguo, tense, asked who it was. She quickly answered, and hearing it was his daughter, he opened the door.

“Daughter, you’re awake.”

“Mm. Have you eaten? I’m a little hungry. Shall we go eat?”

Both nodded and closed their room door, stepping out of the guesthouse. The guesthouse was on a street outside the military area, with a bathhouse, barbershop, and, of course, a state-run restaurant.

Just as the three of them stepped out, Cheng Qiao noticed a person sitting in the corner across the street. Her entire body went on high alert.