Volume 1 Chapter 12: Meeting Feng Family's Eldest Son, Worry-Free

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  Feng Bogao stayed at home all afternoon on the orders of Old Man Feng, doing nothing but making a few phone calls and then waiting by the phone for news. By evening, news came from Xin'an City in Jiangbei Province that everything had been reconfirmed.

  Feng Botao let out a sigh and decided to meet this suddenly appearing Peng Yuanzheng who might be his nephew.

  On the third day in the afternoon, Feng Qianru who had been waiting by the tree finally saw Peng Yuanzheng float over.

  Feng Qianru remembered her father's words, calmed down, smiled and walked over to greet Peng Yuanzheng. She casually found an excuse to send away Jiao Nianbo and several other team members, then proactively invited Peng Yuanzheng to have lunch together.

  Feng Qianru was a goddess at Jinghua University, although she was famous as the school flower, few boys of her age dared to pursue her. No other reason, but because of her high and unattainable status.

  Jiao Nianbo is more familiar with Feng Qianru because they are both Tai Chi enthusiasts and plan to perform together at the school anniversary gala.

  It was precisely because of this that when Feng Qianru "went against the norm" and actually took the initiative to invite Peng Yuanzheng to have dinner alone, the expressions on Jiao Nianbo's face became extremely colorful, and they couldn't help but secretly sigh whether Peng Yuanzheng was going to be lucky.

  Peng Yuanzheng's mind was calm and peaceful. He walked out of the campus with Feng Qianru side by side, then entered a restaurant that was decorated in a more elegant style.

  After sitting down, Feng Qianru ordered a few dishes and then smiled and said, "Coach Peng, it's like this. I happen to know an expert in cultural relics. You're not looking for someone to appraise the family heirloom jade pendant, are you? If so, I can introduce you to him."

  Peng Yuanzheng pretended to be taken aback, then burst out laughing. "Thanks a lot! But I've still got some other things to attend to today, let's talk about it another day... Oh right, here's the photo of the jade pendant, would you mind taking it to an expert to have a look? If it really is an artifact, I'll ask for your help again."

  Peng Yuanzheng took out a photo of the jade pendant that he had prepared in advance from his bag and handed it over.

  Feng Qianru unexpectedly took over, her beautiful mouth corners lightly twitching.

  While eating, despite Feng Qianru's repeated probing, Peng Yuanzheng answered with ease. Feng Qianru, unable to get anything out of him, took the opportunity to call her father, Feng Botao, while washing her hands, planning to have him meet Peng Yuanzheng in person, but unexpectedly, Peng Yuanzheng excused himself again and slipped away.

  Peng Yuanzheng left the restaurant and walked a short distance ahead. He found that there was a black sedan following behind him, his heart skipped a beat, he immediately hailed a taxi and rushed to the suburbs. After getting off in the suburbs, he ran along the road for over ten minutes, then took another taxi back to the city, circled around the city once, before finally getting off again and returning to Wang Biao's home.

  The driver of the Feng family lost Peng Yuanzheng and made a report to Feng Botao with some trepidation.

  Feng Botao sat in the study room, looking up at his daughter Feng Qianru, who had a similarly complex expression on her face, and furrowed his brow.

  After a long time, he slowly got up and brought back the photo of the dragon-patterned jade pendant that Feng Qianru had brought with him, took a car into the big red gate, and entered the three small courtyards where Old Man Feng and his wife lived alone.

  Mr. Feng and his wife lived inside the Great Red Gate, even their sons and daughters were not qualified to live in the inner courtyard.

  Feng Lao put on his glasses and carefully examined the photo, remaining silent for a long time. But Feng Botao clearly saw that his father's shoulders were slightly trembling, and his hands were shaking too.

  "Bo Tao, this jade pendant is genuine. It was a treasure that my third uncle brought out from the palace back then and later passed down to your grandfather. Before I joined the revolution, your grandfather gave it to me." Old Feng slowly lifted his head, his expression serious and solemn. "With the jade pendant, there must be my handwritten birthdate and proof of identity for you and your brother. Go see this child, if he really has my handwriting... then I'll meet him!"

  Feng Lao's voice was calm and firm, his eyes were stern but determined.

  Feng Botao agreed, knowing in his heart that if the Peng family's child was indeed the son of his second brother who had gone missing all those years ago, the old man would definitely acknowledge their kinship.

  Two days later.

  Feng Bogao finally met Peng Yuanzhen, who came to give the team members guidance on Tai Chi again, accompanied by Feng Qianru in the campus of Jinghua University.

  Peng Yuanzhen was boxing on the court, his movements were smooth and elegant. From Feng Boda's perspective, his back and facial outline vaguely had the shadow of young Feng Lao.

  Feng Bogao slowly walked over after the teammates had finished their practice and dispersed, sizing up Peng Yuanzhen from head to toe.

  Feng Qianru smiled lightly and said, "Coach Peng, this is the cultural relics expert Professor Feng I was talking about. Professor Feng is a renowned archaeologist. He took a look at your jade pendant and gave it high praise."

  Peng Yuanzheng had actually noticed Feng Botao's existence long ago.

  The man was dressed in ordinary clothes, but standing there, he had an intangible dignity, a calm and composed demeanor, and at first glance, he looked like someone who had been in a superior position for a long time. When Feng Qianru called him "Professor Feng", Peng Yuanzheng couldn't help but want to laugh.

  "Hello, Professor Feng." Peng Yuanzheng smiled calmly and extended his hand to shake hands with Feng Botao.

  Feng Botao's hand extended out gently, his movements also very soft, allowing Peng Yuanzheng to lightly grasp it before withdrawing it back.

  This is almost the natural handshake posture of leading cadres when facing subordinates. If it's with a superior, the hand will definitely stretch out a bit longer and then tightly grasp the other party to show respect.

  Peng Yuanzheng was quite discontent with his previous life in officialdom, but as an insider, he knew the ins and outs of it.

  Such a small detail was enough to expose Feng Bota's true identity.

  Of course, Peng Yuanzhen can only pretend to be confused.

  In any case, he couldn't let the Feng family feel that he had come to seek relatives on purpose, lest they look down on him. Some of the joints, he couldn't explain clearly to the Feng family.

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  "Little Peng, may I ask, is this jade pendant a family heirloom? Judging from its appearance, this dragon-patterned jade pendant seems to have originated from the imperial court of the Qing dynasty. It's an extremely precious imperial accessory that is rarely seen in civilian life." Feng Botao asked with a smile.

  "This is right, it was left by my father, it's the proof of his ancestry. Peng Yuanzheng said sincerely, "There's also a document, left by my father's father, Professor Feng, take a look."

  As he spoke, Peng Yuanzheng took out another photo from his bag, which was a handwritten note left by Old Feng back in the day.

  Feng Bogao calmed down, lowered his head and stared at the photo in his hand. The handwriting on the photo was clear and recognizable, it was the familiar handwriting of his own old man, Feng Bogao's heart suddenly became turbulent.

  He could almost be certain that the young man in front of him was definitely a descendant of his own younger brother who had been separated during the war years. Because the ownership of the jade pendant might have "twists and turns", but Old Feng's handwriting was very difficult to forge.

  Peng Yuanzheng saw that Feng Botao's hand, which was holding the photo, had a slight tremble. He also felt a slight excitement in his heart, but in an instant, he adjusted his emotions.

  Feng Botao let out a sigh, and nonchalantly pinched the photo, smiling, "This handwritten letter seems to be quite old too——right, Little Peng, such precious treasures, why didn't you leave them at home for safekeeping? Bringing them to the capital is just to have someone appraise them?"