Even Lin Yulan, a university student, had never heard of a “kinship test.”
Lin Xiwei was deliberately tricking her!
In this era, there was no DNA paternity testing in the country. Shanghai, after all, was a major city, so Lin Xiwei’s claim of DNA testing technology was enough to intimidate Lin Yulan.
Tearfully, Lin Yulan looked at the old master and fell to her knees with a thud:
“Grandpa, look! My sister doesn’t believe me. She humiliated me in front of all these people, tarnished my mother’s reputation, and even affected my father’s image. You must do something for me!”
Having said that, Lin Yulan kowtowed repeatedly to the old master.
To him, these petty tactics were nothing but embarrassing and shameful.
He ignored Lin Yulan, forcing a faint smile at Qin Nancheng:
“There’s a bit of family business to handle. Nancheng, sorry you had to witness this mess.”
Today’s string of incidents made the old master feel like his entire life’s dignity had been trampled.
Qin Nancheng just smiled without responding. He stood and walked toward Lin Xiwei, holding out his hand for the bag of documents.
Lin Xiwei handed over the document bag, then gave him another gift box:
“A Patek Philippe wristwatch. Though it’s an old piece, it’s purely imported—worthy of you.”
In this era, a mechanical watch like this wasn’t especially valuable, but in the future, it would be a collectible classic, an antique with price but little market.
Qin Nancheng’s subtle excitement was hard to hide. He extended his hand:
“Please help me put it on.”
A straightforward display of a steel-man’s affection—simple, direct, and clear.
“Okay.” Lin Xiwei took the watch from the box and gently fastened it on his wrist.
The watch face was complex: a basic time dial, a compass, and a perpetual calendar.
For Qin Nancheng, the mechanical watch was highly practical.
As a pilot, he valued utility in a wristwatch.
Moreover, given the various cockpit instruments of the era, which were mostly dial-based, Qin Nancheng had a natural affinity for mechanical interfaces. This gift from the young girl hit his heart precisely.
Looking at the black obsidian-like mechanical dial, he spoke a little more than usual:
“I have a mission. Details are classified. Wait a few days, and when I return, you’ll come with me.”
Lin Xiwei was a bit slow to process: “Come with you…?”
Was she really going to fly south on his bomber?
Having only ever taken a ride in a car before, this would be her first-ever ride on a bomber!
No way… could it be true? In her lifetime, she might actually ride a national weapon of war?!
The two were so close that even their breaths seemed entangled. The tension between them was palpable.
“Yes, you’ll come with me, southbound.” Qin Nancheng’s words seemed to have a double meaning.
Lin Xiwei understood—his military invitation left no room for refusal.
“Okay, then I’ll quickly get ready.” Lin Xiwei replied with a double meaning too, though speaking only to herself.
The scumbag Fu Xinghan was dead, and the rest of the scumbag father and stepmother family needed to be dealt with swiftly.
Most importantly, the treasures in the family vault had to be taken!
…
Qin Nancheng reluctantly pulled away from Lin Xiwei, his eyes still seeming to want to embrace her.
Lin Xiwei felt her face heat up, lowering her gaze, shy and flustered.
The old master looked on with affection, thinking, “Only Xiwei is my sweet treasure. The rest… forget it, just thinking about them gives me a headache.”
He didn’t want to dwell on it, and whenever he felt frustrated, he approached closer.
Meanwhile, Lin Yulan, green with jealousy, exploded in place:
“Brother Nancheng, you already confessed to me in letters! You… you can’t be with her!”
Qin Nancheng furrowed his brow, turning his face seriously to reply:
“The correspondence you mentioned— you got the wrong person. I never sent you any letters. This is the last time I will respond to you.”
Everyone could see that Qin Nancheng was growing extremely impatient.
His position and identity were special; all external communication had to be reviewed by the organization, and love letters certainly couldn’t be exchanged freely over two years.
For all these years, Qin Nancheng simply hadn’t bothered writing letters to anyone.
Lin Yulan kept jumping in to make a fuss—no wonder Qin Nancheng was so fed up with her.
“Grandpa Lin, sorry to bother you. Next time, I’ll give you a call before coming.”
The old master, mortified beyond words, quickly sent Lin Xiwei out with him:
“Xiwei, see Nancheng off for me. Hurry.”
Even the word “hurry” slipped out uncontrollably.
Lin Xiwei briskly escorted Qin Nancheng to the door, worried that Lin Yulan might lose control and cause more trouble.
“Brother Nancheng! Qin Nancheng! You can’t do this to me—you can’t be so heartless and ruthless, ah—”
Aunt Wang acted quickly, restraining Lin Yulan so she couldn’t run after them.
The old master frowned and covered his face, looking utterly exasperated:
“Good grief! Not embarrassed enough already? Nancheng just denied it himself, and you still jump around like this? That’s your brother-in-law! Don’t you have a shred of human decency?”
Lin Weixin had lived a life of honor and integrity, the only flaw being that his son Lin Chengyou was a scoundrel.
Now old and weary, Lin Chengyou led his despicable gang back into town, thrice a day rubbing his father’s face in the dirt—figuratively and literally.
…
Lin Xiwei escorted Qin Nancheng to the 212 Jeep and stepped back politely:
“See you next time. Have a safe trip.”
The co-pilots who had come to support Qin Nancheng all stood at attention, eyes forward, and Batulu pretended to be a guard as he opened the car door for the commander:
“Commander, please get in!”
Qin Nancheng adjusted his military cap but didn’t get in immediately:
“It’s cold at night. You go back first.”
Lin Xiwei paused, surprised, and he added:
“I’ll watch until you’re safely back, Xiwei.”
The night wind was chilly, yet Qin Nancheng’s deep, commanding voice carried in it an unexpectedly tender intimacy.
Steel-hearted men don’t speak in flowery words, but his simple, heartfelt words perfectly conveyed his quiet devotion.
“Okay, goodbye then!” Lin Xiwei smiled faintly, nodded, and turned to leave.
A group of his comrades glanced sideways at each other, struggling to suppress their laughter. Their smiles were heavier than a Barrett sniper rifle.
“Done for… Nancheng is going to get himself some young love.”
“Done for… he’s going to be the only one of us bachelors with a wife.”
“Done for… every revolutionary soldier wants a wife, but we can’t all have one.”
“This is bad… a fresh flower planted in cow dung… ouch!”
Qin Nancheng kicked Batulu, gritting his teeth and spat out one word:
“Scram! (ノ｀【emoji】)ノ!!!”
…
Back in the living room, Lin Yulan lay sprawled on the floor, wailing uncontrollably.
“Yulan, what’s wrong, my poor girl…” Fu Cuilian had actually come running in from outside.
Lin Juying followed closely behind, looking exhausted and limping as she moved.
Lin Xiwei squinted, thinking, Did Lin Juying go to bail out Fu Cuilian?
The mother-daughter duo had cunning skills indeed—managing to get out of government custody entirely intact.
Naturally, all blame fell on Fu Xinghan. Fu Cuilian painted herself as the victim.
Fu Xinghan had tried to act like a tiger, but ended up losing his life to one.
The three—Fu Cuilian and her daughters—huddled together, their wails echoing through the living room:
“Oh heavens, why is our fate so bitter? It’s bad enough for me, but why must my daughter suffer with me? Everyone else in the Lin family is living in luxury with gold and villas, while my children grew up in leaky, run-down huts. Why is life so unfair?!”
Lin Xiwei leisurely sat on the sofa, watching them lose their minds, enjoying the spectacle.
Every member of this family was scheming, each harboring hidden agendas, not a single word they spoke was genuine.
They plotted against Lin Xiwei and the old master, yet they also schemed viciously against each other.
For example, Lin Yulan clung desperately to Qin Nancheng, insisting they had exchanged love letters.
Lin Xiwei reasonably suspected that Lin Yulan had been set up by Lin Haojie—but she wouldn’t warn her.
Being merciful to an enemy is being cruel to oneself. The lessons from her previous life had taught Lin Xiwei that much.