Volume 3: The Hidden Dragon Emerges Chapter 95: Godmother

  Looking out the window at those familiar yet strange streets, I have a lot of feelings. In my childhood, I also came to Chengdu to play with my uncle's family, but because I was young, I didn't leave any memories. It wasn't until 2001 when I came to work in Chengdu that I gradually became familiar with the city.

  In 1990, Chengdu's roads, greenery and buildings on both sides were very different from those after the millennium, even some iconic buildings had not been built yet. Every time I see a place, Leng Bing would imagine what it would be like in a few years. Two impressions kept alternating in my mind, giving me a sense of traveling through time and space.

  Although it was not a leader's dedicated car that frequently entered the compound, the municipal committee license plate on the car, combined with Wang Yinying being in the vehicle, allowed this Audi to enter the municipal committee residential compound very smoothly.

  This was Ye Zi Qiang's first time driving into the municipal party committee's residential compound, actually it was just separated from the outside by a wall, nothing big deal, but after entering he couldn't help feeling his blood boiling, hormone secretion increased, heart rate accelerated, a kind of inexplicable excitement burning in his heart.

  On weekdays, I often hear some leaders' full-time drivers or drivers who can frequently drive in and out of here boasting about how beautiful and luxurious the municipal party committee's residential compound is. There are even special armed police guards at the entrance, and ordinary people cannot enter. It seems that being able to come in is a symbol of status and rank. Today I also came in, my eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead, without looking around to see what's good to boast about when going out. However, for the first time, I had the feeling of integrating into the official system.

  Under Wang Yinying's guidance, the car turned left and right, and stopped steadily beside a two-story small building. As soon as the car stopped, Wang Yinying shouted and got out of the car. Leng Bingxue shook her head: This older sister is in her twenties, but still acts like an inexperienced child, carefree and heartless every day, but she seems very happy.

  After getting off the car, he looked around and found that the house was a two-story small villa, covering an area of over 400 square meters. It had an independent courtyard surrounded by white iron railings, with flowers, grass and trees planted in front of and behind the house, casting a dense shade. The overall layout was very elegant, and there were several similar villas around, which were probably the residences of other secretaries.

  Don't look at the cold and icy direction, but this place looks really big, with an artificial small lake in the middle, and villas are built around the lake. There is a delicate and transparent ancient-style pavilion in the center of the lake, connected to the shore by a small bridge with a classical flavor, and wisteria drooping all around the pavilion. In addition, there are flower pools, fountains, artificial hills, and flowing water, making the environment elegant. After some time, when spring arrives, it will be a beautiful scene with birds singing and flowers blooming. Moreover, each villa looks almost the same from the outside, if he were to come in alone now, he would really not be able to find his place.

  Such a beautiful and elegant courtyard, even in the high-end communities of the millennium, it is rare to see such a sight, let alone now in 1990. It seems that no matter what era, good scenery and creativity will never be lacking.

  "What's wrong with you, come inside quickly." Seeing him standing there in a daze, Wang Yinying walked over and gently pinched his ear, smiling sweetly.

  Rubbing his ears, he said with a cold and bitter face: "I'm telling you, sister Ying, you can't be so violent anymore. It's nothing in front of me, but if it gets out to others, your future brother-in-law will definitely run away with the wind. You'll have a hard time getting married in the future."

  "You stinky little brat, how dare you mock me? Just wait and see if I don't twist your ears off!" Wang Yinying stood with her hands on her hips, a suppressed smile at the corner of her mouth, pretending to be fierce.

  "You can't twist it anymore, or it will fall off." Leng Bingxue hurriedly covered her ears with both hands and said pitifully.

  "Hah!" Wang Yinyin couldn't help but burst out laughing. The two siblings, every time they met, were used to being rough and playful with each other, and not doing so would feel awkward instead.

  "You crazy girl, you didn't even bring Xiao Han in earlier at the door, and you're still fooling around outside!" Just as they were teasing each other, Auntie Pei Chunling heard the commotion and came out. She was a woman in her 40s, working as the deputy director of the audit department at the Sichuan Provincial Finance Bureau. She was gentle and elegant, with a soft voice that was very pleasant to listen to. Although she was scolding Wang Yinyin, her beautiful eyes sparkled, and her mature charm was irresistible.

  Every time I see my godmother, Leng Binghan, I think to myself, "This god-sister Wang Yingying has such a carefree personality, how come none of her good qualities have been passed down to my godmother?" Of course, these are just thoughts that I keep to myself. If Wang Yingying were to find out, she would immediately jump up and grab my ears, scolding me fiercely: "You stinky little brat, what are you saying?!"

  Wang Yinyin was never afraid of her father, a high-ranking official, but she was somewhat intimidated by her mother. When her mother questioned her, she immediately put away her mischievous expression and pretended to be serious, but still turned around and playfully stuck out her tongue at Leng Bingxue.

  "Auntie, I've missed you so much!" Seeing Fu Chunling, Leng Han hurriedly ran up to her and threw herself into her arms. Half of it was intentionally pretending to be a child-like manner to win over Auntie's favor, the other half was genuinely revealing her true feelings.

  All these years, this godmother of mine has been so caring and considerate towards me, just like a second mother. Even after I left Xichang for Chengdu, she would still send me all sorts of things through others or by mail - clothes, stationery, food, books, and whatnot. There were so many that even Lihuanfen joked: "From now on, Xiaohan doesn't need to buy anything anymore, because the things his godmother sends him will be enough for several years, and there'll still be some left over to give away as gifts."

  Seeing the cold and icy movements, Wang Yinying muttered in anger: "This stinky little thing is really shameless. With a small mouth that can coax people to death, it's no wonder that Dad and Mom are better to him than to me..."

  "You haven't come to see me for so long, I thought you had forgotten about your godmother." Fu Chunling said emotionally, one hand holding Bing Han and the other stroking his head. Not having a son was always the biggest pain in her and Wang Peiyuan's hearts, to the point where their relationship had even been put on red alert. Until they took in Bing Han as their godson, both of them poured a lot of emotions into this clever and lovable child, to the extent that they really treated him like their own flesh and blood. And Bing Han was also well-behaved and considerate, with a sweet mouth that always made them happy, so they were even more concerned about this godson.

  I heard that Leng Bing Han was kidnapped the other day, although he was rescued safely on the same day, but it still scared them half to death. If something really happened to them, their heartache and suffering would not be any less than Leng Yun Yi's. Wang Pei Yuan immediately called Leng Yun Yi and Song Zu Yun to scold them severely, while Fu Chun Ling rushed to Zhao Jue Temple to burn incense, hoping to bless Leng Bing Han with peace and safety.

  After discussing, both of them hoped to bring Leng Yihan closer to their side. Although this request seemed a bit presumptuous, after all, Leng Yunyi and Li Yuafen were Leng Binghan's biological parents. But their starting point was absolutely good, let alone the situation in Chengdu is definitely much better than Xichang, and more conducive to Leng Binghan's growth.

  "I'm so worried about my parents-in-law, I've lost my appetite and can't sleep!" Cold Ice's little mouth started speaking sweet nothings again... Wang Yinyin made a gagging gesture on the side, while Cold Ice in Fu Chunling's arms even found time to wink at her triumphantly, making her want to throw a punch at Cold Ice.

  Although she said, "You're just good at coaxing me!", the sweet words of Cold Ice were obviously very enjoyable for Fu Chunling. She happily led Cold Ice into the house, seemingly forgetting about her own daughter. Wang Yinying followed behind them with a sullen expression, muttering to herself in dissatisfaction, but deep down she felt very satisfied and happy, as if this was what a complete family should be like.

  Ye Zi Qiang could only watch from afar, not daring to disturb their family's happiness. The municipal party secretary and his family were really too far away and too high for him to reach. However, he still overheard their conversation. It turned out that this child was Secretary Wang's godson! He felt a mix of surprise and envy at the thick emotions between them. In modern cities, most godchildren and their godparents only had a nominal relationship, with very few being as close as real family members.

  As they were about to enter the house, Ye Zi Qiang finally followed behind with his cold and heavy luggage. In fact, the driver's mission was already accomplished by sending people to their destination, but at the home of the municipal party secretary, no matter who it was, would make a big fuss, let alone help carry some luggage, even if it were ten or a hundred times more difficult things, there would be someone to do them, even if they had to run until their legs broke. Over time, it became a habit, and both the doer and the receiver felt it was only natural.

  Ye Zi Qiang put the luggage in the designated place as requested by Wang Yingying, and was about to leave when Leng Bing Han walked over and said: "Excuse me, sir, what's your surname? Thank you for the trouble today!"

  Leaf's heart warmed up, having been a driver for so many years, he was always being ordered around, who would put this driver in their eyes? Not to mention a word of thanks. He couldn't help but get excited and said: "No trouble, no trouble, it's all our job. I don't deserve the honor, my humble surname is Leaf, Leaf Zhiqiang."

  He smiled at Ye Ziqiong, took out a small box containing an exquisite lighter from his sleeve, actually borrowed from the sleeve to cover up, and handed it to Ye Ziqiong, saying "Uncle Ye, there's nothing to show for it, this is something someone gave me, I don't need it either, just consider it a token of my sincerity."