Chapter 3: The Shocking True Identity

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  "Mom, let's go!"

  Peng Yuanzheng didn't respond to Meng Qiang's roar at all, and calmly dragged Meng Lin out.

  Leaving Meng's house, Meng Lin's mood was very low, and he sighed all the way.

  The mother and son walked for a while, when Meng Lin suddenly looked up at Peng Yuanzheng and said, "Yuanzheng, you shouldn't have done this. After all, they are your elders. I was going to ask your second uncle for help, he's the vice mayor, one phone call would solve your work problem, but now you've messed everything up."

  "Mom, let's not ask them for anything! Look at how they treat you! Relatives like that are not worth having!"

  "One day, the Meng family will regret humiliating you and my dad!"

  Peng Yuanzheng said resolutely, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

  The grudges of the elders, he didn't want to calculate or cling to them; but the Meng family was really too much, even if they looked down on the Peng family and him, this so-called wild species of the Peng family, they couldn't educate their children into such a despicable thing!

  Have basic human nature and family education all disappeared?

  What do Meng Xiaojuan and Meng Xiaogang know? It's still the influence of their parents' elders.

  "Hey...... you kid, how did your temper suddenly become so violent......" Meng Lin sighed again, "Mom only has one son like you, absolutely can't let you go to the countryside to suffer, Mom will ask someone tomorrow to see if they can help you adjust things at the personnel bureau."

  "Mom, don't worry about my job, I'll figure it out myself. I have a classmate in Beijing whose parents are high-ranking officials in the central government. I've already called him and he said he can help me. Tomorrow I'm going to Beijing to see this classmate, his dad has already agreed to meet with me." Peng Yuanzheng had his own plan in mind, so he told a white lie.

  Meng Lin was overjoyed. "Really? Son, this is great news! If your classmate can help out, we'll send them a gift too!"

  Her son Peng Yuanzheng has been very well-behaved since childhood, and he has never told a lie, so Meng Lin deeply believes in her son's words.

  Back home, Meng Lin went to cook, while Peng Yuanzheng sneaked into his mother's bedroom and found a yellowed cloth package from the drawer where his mother kept her pay slips and diary.

  Open it, inside is a wrinkled yellow rough grass paper, and an ancient dragon pattern jade pendant. On the grass paper, several lines of words were written with a brush, the characters are slightly blurred and dim:

  Feng Xiaojun, born on May 16th of the 33rd year of the Republic of China, was fostered in Zhengyang Mountain in Jiangnan. A jade pendant was left with the family as a token for future recognition. Feng Yunlong. July 21st, 33rd year of the Republic of China.

  The handwriting on the grass paper is very sloppy, especially the last "day" character, which is obviously hasty and seems to indicate that the situation was urgent at the time.

  Peng Yuanzheng picked up the exquisite dragon-patterned jade pendant again, and with his life experience of over 40 years in his past and present lives, he judged that this dragon-patterned jade pendant was absolutely not simple. The jade quality was pure, the craftsmanship was exquisite, soft and smooth, very much like a palace treasure.

  Gently putting down the jade pendant, Peng Yuanzheng let out a long sigh, and memories rolled back.

  These objects were left by his father Peng Yuqiang to his mother Meng Lin before he died, and are related to his life story.

  According to his adoptive parents, who were Peng Yuanzheng's deceased grandparents, Peng Yuqiang was a high-ranking officer of the Eighth Route Army after the revolution and during the Anti-Japanese War. He was sent to live with local villagers shortly after birth, but later lost his foster family in a Japanese bombing raid. He was then shuffled from one foster home to another until he joined his current adoptive parents at age three. After drifting from south of the Yangtze River to north of it, they finally settled down in a village on the outskirts of Xin'an City before the founding of the People's Republic of China.

  The clue is very simple, and there's no way to find it. Of course, when Peng Yuqiang was alive, he didn't think about finding it either. It's just that these things are related to his life experience, and he has always treasured them by his side as a kind of nostalgia, and before his death, he handed them over to his wife Meng Lin.

  Perhaps it is fate.

  In his previous life, in 2008, Peng Yuanzheng had a chance encounter with Feng Qianru, a businesswoman from a wealthy family in Beijing who was investing in a real estate project in Xin'an City. Over dinner, he inadvertently learned about an extraordinary story of resistance against Japanese aggression from her, which told that her grandfather - one of the sons of Feng Lao, a founding father of China - had gone missing during the war and his whereabouts were still unknown to this day.

  Feng Lao wrote a detailed account of this experience in his memoir published in "Huaxia Spring and Autumn". He missed his son very much and asked the relevant departments to search carefully locally. It was just that at that time, he led his troops to fight against the Japanese army and left in a hurry, without asking for the name of the old villager's family. Moreover, the farming household that adopted Peng Yuqiang later escaped and lost contact, so despite Feng Lao's many years of searching, he did not find any clues.

  After the incident, Peng Yuanzheng found a copy of "Hua Xia Chun Qiu" from August 1990 in the library. He carefully read Feng Lao's memoir and discovered that what Feng Lao described was very similar to his own father, Peng Yiqiang.

  Born in May 1944, also known as the Republic of China year 33, the key is that dragon-patterned jade pendant. This is Old Feng's family heirloom, from the Qing dynasty palace, and it cannot be fake.

  At that time, Peng Yuanzheng had the intention to recognize his relatives, but later he thought again, and with the passage of time, people and things are no longer the same, his father is no longer in this world, and if he were to suddenly show up at their doorstep, it would be hard to avoid being suspected of trying to cling to a prominent family. Moreover, the threshold of a wealthy family is like a deep sea, and whether or not they can acknowledge him as a relative is still an unknown quantity. Peng Yuanzheng, who had a bit of pride, gave up on this idea, and his intention to recognize his relatives also faded away.

  Until 2012, Peng Yuanzheng had barely managed to operate a district Commerce Bureau deputy director position, but unexpectedly died in a plane crash.

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  Peng Yuanzheng put away the key evidence of recognition and hid it in his own room. After rebirth, he decided to go to the capital to recognize his relatives. In fact, he did not expect to enter the red noble family in the capital by a single step, but only used this as a stepping stone to change his own destiny.

  This life, things that belong to him, he must get them back!

  Meng Lin finished cooking and heard her son making a phone call in the living room, so she quietly stood by and listened.

  "Hey bro, when are you coming over? I'm hosting a dinner party for you at the Jingcheng Jianguo Hotel... Do you still remember that bespectacled little sister from elementary school? Hehe, after you left, she kept asking me about your home address and phone number..."

  On the other end of the phone, Wang Biao, a university classmate and dormitory brother, was laughing wildly and licentiously.

  Peng Yuanzheng also smiled, "Don't drag these useless things, Wang Biao, can you help me with two things? First, go to your dad's unit library and find a copy of the 8th issue of 'Huaxia Spring and Autumn' in 1990; second, help me ask around at my alma mater's history department if there is a girl named Feng Qianru..."

  "Alright, alright, buddy, when are you coming over?"

  "I'll try to take the train tomorrow at the latest."

  Peng Yuanzheng hung up the phone and saw his mother, Meng Lin, behind him. He smiled and said, "Mom, I've already told my classmates that this is a brother from my university dormitory. You can rest assured, his father is a high-ranking official in Beijing, and with just one phone call, he can solve my work problems. Who knows, maybe he can even transfer me to Beijing."

  "That's great." Meng Lin smiled and suddenly said, "Son, who is Feng Qianru?"

  "Feng Qianru... Hehe... This..." Peng Yuanzheng's mouth curled up in a strange smile, "This is an important person, mom. Anyway, you don't need to worry about it. In short, your son has always been law-abiding and excellent in both character and learning, and will never do anything bad."