RYEY -Chapter 525 Confidential Documents

“Shen Ying has a child already? She doesn’t seem to be married yet, does she?”

“Mom, Shen Ying is getting married next month. She’ll have children soon enough. By the time the baby is born, Dawei won’t be able to wear these clothes anymore—perfect timing to give them to Shen Ying.”

“So that’s how it is. You scared this old lady to death. That’s wonderful—Shen Ying is finally getting married. By the way, who’s the groom?”

“Mom, you’d never guess. It’s Zhu Beishan—Doctor Zhu’s son.”

“So it’s him. The two really do match well—similar age, similar family background, and both in medicine. I’ll have to give a more generous wedding gift.”

Just then, Shen Ying reached the doorway and overheard Mother Li. Warmth filled her heart. Cheng Qiao’s mother-in-law was truly wonderful. Luckily, Doctor Zhu had divorced that woman with the surname Meng—otherwise, having such a mother-in-law would have been unbearable.

“Auntie, Cheng Qiao, I’ve come to deliver the wedding invitations.”

“Perfect timing. Take this wedding gift money.”

Mother Li somehow produced a piece of red paper, wrapped two hundred yuan in it, and handed it to Shen Ying. Shen Ying was startled—this was a huge sum. She didn’t dare accept it.

“It’s not much. We’re a big family—you’ll have to prepare a whole table just for us.”

Shen Ying froze for a moment, then looked at the several graceful, grown children and couldn’t help smiling. Indeed, Cheng Qiao’s family was large—one table might not even be enough.

“I’ll prepare two tables. I’m sure my father and Doctor Zhu will want to sit with you.”

With Ye Jun present, Shen Sanleng and Zhu Qingde would definitely sit at the same table—it was too good an opportunity to miss.

Shen Ying’s wedding was very lively. The happiest person of all was undoubtedly Shen Sanleng. The old man, who was always so disciplined, actually got drunk that night.

When he woke up the next day, his head still aching slightly, he opened his eyes and realized he was lying in his own bed. He couldn’t help smiling—someone must have brought him home last night.

He lifted the thin blanket and was about to go brush his teeth when something felt off. Shifting his gaze, he discovered there was an extra person in his house.

“Old Ye, why are you in my house?”

Ye Jun gave a wry smile. “Because you wouldn’t let go of me, so I had no choice but to come back with you. I even sat here all night.”

Shen Sanleng blushed. He had been sitting next to Ye Jun yesterday, and without realizing it, he drank too much, burdening the man with sending him home and then keeping vigil all night.

“Why don’t you lie down and sleep here for a while?”

“No need. Let’s go together. At our age, we need to be a bit more restrained. I noticed your heart rate was off—otherwise, I wouldn’t have stayed here all night.”

Ye Jun noticed that Shen Sanling’s breathing was abnormal, so he checked his pulse. This time he also found his heartbeat irregular. Worried that he might pass away in the middle of the night, he endured the hardship and kept watch over him all night.

Shen Sanling nodded. He didn’t know when he had developed coronary heart disease, which required long-term medication, but yesterday he had been too happy—his granddaughter finally had her own home, and he… could finally be at ease.

“Take these health pills.”

“Thank you, Old Ye. Actually, Cheng Qiao gave me some already, but I hadn’t taken them yet before Qin Daqiang took them away. There was nothing I could do; he had more injured people to care for.”

“You’ve got guts. Don’t give him any this time, just trust me—it’ll definitely help your heart.”

“Of course. I’ll treat you to breakfast.”

The two old men strolled slowly to a breakfast shop. Watching the bustling crowd and seeing groups of people sitting in front of every breakfast stall, they felt genuinely happy.

“This place has changed so much in the past two years. It’s bustling, nothing like the desolation it used to be.”

“Yes. I heard a Hong Kong businessman named Zhao Hui invested several million to build this road and bought more than a dozen public vehicles.”

Ye Jun paused, surprised. Zhao Hui… such a familiar name. Could he be Cheng Qiao’s uncle? But how did he become a Hong Kong businessman?

Just as Ye Jun was lost in thought, a hand slipped into his pocket. Shen Sanling immediately shouted, “Thief!”

The man stole Ye Jun’s wallet and ran. Ye Jun, trained in martial arts, wasn’t defenseless, but the thief had taken advantage of a momentary opportunity. Ye Jun immediately gave chase.

When he reached a narrow alley, he stopped. He didn’t know the area well and didn’t want to fall into a trap.

“Smack…”

Ye Jun saw something familiar fly toward him and quickly caught it—it was his wallet. However, it seemed thicker than before. Could it be that thieves nowadays were so generous as to return money along with the wallet?

Opening it, he found two extra sheets of paper inside. Seeing them, Ye Jun’s expression changed. The characters were unusual, and he couldn’t understand their meaning.

Suddenly realizing something, he quickly hid the wallet and headed straight to Cheng Qiao’s family farm. By the time Shen Sanling caught up, Ye Jun was already out of sight.

“Cheng Qiao, do you know what this means?”

Ye Jun stopped Cheng Qiao, who was about to leave, pulled her into the room, and showed her the two sheets of paper. Cheng Qiao didn’t recognize the strange script but suddenly thought of Hantong—maybe Hantong would.

“I’ll go find Hantong; she might know.”

Sure enough, Hantong recognized the characters. After a quick glance, she was shocked. Looking at Cheng Qiao, she said, “We need to go to the capital. These are confidential documents sent back by Ye Xiaolin.”

“Xiaolin… the one who stole his own wallet? But how did his face change?”

Ye Jun was astonished. Ye Xiaolin was his grand-nephew—he’d recognize him even if he were reduced to ashes.

Cheng Qiao finally remembered that he had left wearing a human-skin mask.

“If Xiaolin is back, why didn’t he just hand the documents to his father directly?”

“Master, Xiaolin is in danger. He barely managed to bring the confidential documents back; he’s probably being tracked.”

Hantong took a deep breath. She didn’t know Ye Xiaolin personally, but she knew he was Ye Chengying’s son, sent out on a mission back then.

“Hantong, please call my uncle and protect my master and child.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to find Xiaolin. Maybe I can help a little.”

Hantong hesitated. She had been sent specifically to protect Cheng Qiao, but the document she held was extremely important, and so was Ye Xiaolin’s life. She didn’t know which to prioritize.

Cheng Qiao didn’t give her a choice. After clarifying with Ye Jun, she left the farm immediately. But just as she reached the gate, the wolf pup blocked her path.

“Wang Zai, what’s wrong?”

Wang Zai bit Cheng Qiao’s pant leg and headed toward the sheep pen. Cheng Qiao produced a dagger and cautiously followed.

A strong metallic scent of blood wafted out. Using her lucky-eye vision, Cheng Qiao saw everything clearly: Ye Xiaolin, unmasked, was desperately wiping off the blood flowing from him.

“Brother Xiaolin…”

“Cheng Qiao, don’t come closer. It’s dangerous here.”

“Someone’s following you.”

“Yeah, it’s an enemy agent infiltrating us. I barely survived an encounter with her. Be extremely careful.”