Chapter 10: Probe

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  The restaurant was chosen by Feng Qianru, a luxurious star-rated restaurant on the west side of the east gate of Jinghua University. A private room was ordered. It was obvious that this meal was to be treated by Feng Qianru.

  Several team members accompanied Peng Yucheng in the room waiting, but Feng Qianru did not appear, and it is said that she went to take a bath and change clothes.

  Feng Qianru's identity is a tacit taboo among these students. Peng Yuanzheng didn't ask, and Jiao Nianbo and others also avoided discussing it.

  In fact, if it weren't for their shared love of Tai Chi and the upcoming school anniversary performance, ordinary college students like Jiao Nianbo wouldn't have had the opportunity to sit together with Feng Qianru. However, despite her noble status, Feng Qianru didn't put on airs with them; she just naturally exuded an intangible aura of a high-born princess in every gesture and movement.

  Everyone chatted and laughed, soon becoming extremely familiar. They were all young people, roughly the same age, and alumni of the same university, so it was easy to break down barriers. Moreover, Peng Yuanzheng had decades of life experience in his past and present lives, and he intentionally tried to get along with these college students, where was there any difficulty?

  The dishes were all ready, and Feng Qianru arrived late. She had changed into a white sportswear, her long black hair was wet and tied up with a butterfly hair clip, her pretty face was red, adding a few more high-class charm.

  Feng Qianru invited everyone to take their seats and ordered a few more bottles of beer.

  After a few cups of wine, Jiao Nianbo chuckled and said, "Peng Ge, I really didn't expect to meet you again in school, let alone find out that you're still a Tai Chi master... when did you learn Tai Chi? You never even practiced it in school."

  "Haha, what kind of master am I? Don't say that so quickly, it'll make people laugh. I just learned a bit when I was young and have been practicing on my own, nothing more." Peng Yuanzheng casually chuckled and brushed it off.

  "Peng Ge, I'll toast you a glass." Jiao Nianbo raised his glass and clinked it with Peng Yuanzheng's. "By the way, Peng Ge, what brings you back to Beijing? Where are you staying?"

  "I'm temporarily staying at a classmate's house." Peng Yuanzheng smiled calmly, his voice extremely slow, "There's a small thing at my home that my mom says is an antique. I came to Beijing to find an expert to appraise it and see if it's the real deal!"

  "Antiques, if they were really antiques, Brother Peng, you would make a fortune. What's this thing, let us take a look?" Jiao Nianbo curiously asked.

  At this time, Peng Yuanzheng almost wanted to hug Jiao Nianbo and take a bite. This guy was too good, too cooperative, and too cute. He was worried about how to break through from Feng Qianru, but he started helping to cheer him up.

  Peng Yuanzheng decided to test Feng Qianru immediately.

  He slowly took out a small package wrapped in red silk from his backpack, carefully opened it, revealing the dragon-patterned jade pendant that was related to his father's fate and origin, and gently placed it on the table. "It's just this one jade pendant."

  The crowd gathered around, leaning forward to look.

  Peng Yuanzheng sat there, his eyes fixed tightly on Feng Qianru, observing the changes in her expression.

  As expected, Feng Qianru's face suddenly changed, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. She abruptly raised her head to gaze at Peng Yuanzheng, whose expression remained calm, with a glint of extreme shock in her eyes.

  This moment of radiance was immediately covered up by her. She slowly sat back, thoughtfully gazing at Peng Yuanzheng, listening to the crowd's discussions about the jade pendant, but didn't say a word.

  After a moment, she suddenly smiled lightly and said, "Coach Peng, I actually know an antique expert. Why don't I make an introduction for you?"

  Peng Yuanzheng looked back at Feng Qianru with a calm and composed smile, "That's great, thank you."

  "No need to be polite. This jade pendant must be an antique, you'd better keep it well." Feng Qianru raised her wine glass and said calmly, "Coach Peng, I'll toast you a cup!"

  "Thank you."

  Feng Botao's home.

  Feng Bolin, who is about to be promoted to Major General and appointed as the Chief of Staff of a certain Group Army, returned to Beijing from his troops and was on vacation. He came to see his elder brother Feng Bolin, with something to discuss.

  The two brothers were chatting when the phone suddenly rang.

  Feng Bolin's wife, Song Yu Zhen, brought over a plate of chilled watermelon and said with a smile, "Bolin, have some watermelon. It's too hot today. I just took it out of the fridge."

  "Thank you, sister-in-law!" Feng Bolin slightly bowed and smiled. He had great respect for his elder sister-in-law. Because Song Yuzhen was gentle in nature, extremely magnanimous, and very tolerant, unlike his wife Zhang Lan, who was sharp-tongued and petty, not liked by the older Feng couple.

  Song Yu Zhen put down the watermelon plate and went to one side to answer the phone.

  "Qianru, I am your mother."

  "Mom, is Dad at home?"

  "Right here, talking to your uncle."

  "Mom, let me get Dad on the phone right away!"

  Hearing his daughter's somewhat urgent voice, Song Yu Zhen furrowed his brow and grabbed the phone to shout at Feng Bo Tao, "Old Feng, Qian Ru is looking for you, saying it's an emergency!"

  Feng Botao didn't mind, chatting with his brother while walking over to answer the phone. However, when he picked up the phone, his daughter hastily said a few words on the other end, and his face suddenly changed drastically.

  The hand holding the phone receiver was trembling slightly.

  Song Yu Zhen frowned and said, "What's wrong, Old Feng? Is something going on with Qian Ru?"

  Feng Botao's face was solemn, and he slowly put down the receiver, shaking his head. "Yu Zhen, Bo Ling, just now Qianru said on the phone that a classmate of hers had taken out the proof of kinship left by Dad to Erge, that Qinglong jade pendant."

  As soon as Feng Botao's words fell, Song Yuzhen was shocked and her mouth opened wide. Feng Botao stood up suddenly and asked hastily, "Really?"

  "Qianru never tells lies. She's having dinner with that young man...". Feng Bogao hesitated for a moment, "This is no trivial matter, Boling. I think you should go personally and try to see him - I'll go to the Great Red Gate right away to report to Father!"

  Feng Bolin nodded solemnly, "Alright, big brother, I'll head over right away."

  "Bo Ling, don't make a sound for now, let's figure out the situation first," Feng Bo Tao reminded.

  Feng Bolin grunted and hastily left.

  Feng Bolin left, Feng Botao let out a sigh of relief and whispered to his wife, "Yu Zhen, you stay home and watch the phone, I'll go tell Dad about this right away. After all these years, we finally have news of Er Ge, I think Mom and Dad will be thrilled."

  "You go ahead, I'll stay home and watch over things." Song Yu Zhen nodded gently in agreement.

  Feng Botao drove straight to the Dahongmen, feeling a mix of emotions along the way. After decades of searching for his lost brother with no results, he suddenly had a lead, which made him extremely excited and emotional. At that time, he was only two years old. Fortunately, he was being fostered by an underground party member's family in the county town and did not get separated from his parents.