Reborn in the 80s: My Whole Family Secretly Hears My Thoughts and Goes Wild with Success! - Chapter 110

Yue Guohuai and Wan Jiayin couldn’t bear to part with Yaya, so Shen Zhiqiu stayed behind with the child at the compound.

Early the next morning, Shen Zhiqiu handed Yaya over to Wan Jiayin and rode her bicycle to Budai Alley.

Earlier, she had copied two addresses from medical records—one of them was No. 25 Courtyard in Budai Alley.

Shen Zhiqiu checked the house number to confirm she was in the right place and was about to enter when a middle-aged woman stepped out.

“Comrade, who are you looking for?” The woman eyed Shen Zhiqiu up and down.

Shen Zhiqiu smiled before speaking. “Auntie, does a family named He live in this courtyard?”

“Are you asking about He Weijun’s family?”

“Yes.”

The woman was quite friendly. “Come, I’ll take you there. Our courtyard is big—if you try to find it yourself, it’ll take you forever.”

“Thank you, Auntie.”

“Comrade, how are you related to the He family?”

“Actually, I’m here to see Aunt Gao Xiu, Uncle He’s wife.”

As soon as Shen Zhiqiu said this, the woman suddenly stopped, her expression turning strange.

“Auntie, what’s wrong?”

The woman looked at her. “You didn’t know? Xiao Gao passed away many years ago.”

“They were really unlucky—their first son was stolen right after birth. Later, they had another child, but Xiao Gao and the baby both died during childbirth. Such a tragedy…”

“Did Uncle He remarry after that?”

“No. Xiao He is a devoted man. Over the years, many people tried to set him up, but he always refused. He never gave up searching for his stolen son.”

“Ah, speak of the devil—Xiao He, come here! This comrade is looking for you.”

The woman waved behind Shen Zhiqiu. When she turned, she saw a man who bore a striking resemblance to Shen Xiang walking toward them.

No further questions were needed—the resemblance alone confirmed that this man was Shen Xiang’s biological father.

“You are…?” He Weijun studied Shen Zhiqiu carefully.

Shen Zhiqiu introduced herself. “Uncle He, hello. My name is Shen Zhiqiu.”

He Weijun was blunt. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know you.”

“I know.” Shen Zhiqiu glanced around, then gestured to him. “Uncle He, could we talk in private?”

He Weijun was wary. “What do you want to discuss?”

“Please take a look at this.” Shen Zhiqiu handed him a note explaining her purpose.

He Weijun’s eyes widened. He looked at the note, then back at Shen Zhiqiu, his face alight with excitement.

“Xiao Shen, come inside.”

He led her into his home, poured her a cup of water, and sat across from her, unable to contain his eagerness. “Xiao Shen, do you really know where my son is?”

“Uncle He, I understand your urgency, but first, I need to confirm a few details with you.”

He Weijun nodded. “Go ahead.”

After verifying the information, Shen Zhiqiu was certain—Shen Xiang was indeed the son of He Weijun and Gao Xiu.

Back then, they had been discharged from the hospital on the same day as Wang Fengqin. While He Weijun went to fetch his bicycle, Gao Xiu had stepped away to use the restroom. Carelessly, she had left Shen Xiang on the ground outside. Seizing the opportunity, Wang Fengqin had snatched him away.

Shen Zhiqiu relayed the general sequence of events. “Uncle He, your son is actually my younger brother. He doesn’t know about this yet. I wanted to find you first before breaking the news to him.”

“He’s lived with my family for over a decade. This will be a huge shock for him. Would it be possible to wait until he’s mentally prepared before arranging a meeting between you two?”

“Xiao Shen, you’ve thought this through. Let’s do as you suggest. I’ve waited this long—a little longer won’t hurt.”

He Weijun took a sip of water to steady himself. “But could I at least see him from a distance first?”

“Of course. If you’d like to see him now, I can take you.”

“Xiao Shen, thank you… thank you.”

He Weijun followed Shen Zhiqiu to Fu’an Alley. She called Shen Xiang outside and deliberately kept him talking at the gate for a while.

Hidden around the corner, He Weijun’s eyes welled up the moment he saw Shen Xiang.

He pulled out a photo of Gao Xiu from his chest pocket, gently stroking it as tears fell. “Xiu’er, do you see that? That’s our son! I’ve finally found him, just as you hoped. He looks just like me, but his mouth—it’s exactly like yours.”

Once Shen Xiang went back inside, Shen Zhiqiu approached He Weijun, who quickly wiped his tears and tucked the photo away. “Xiao Shen, forgive me for being emotional.”

“Uncle He, it’s only natural.”

She handed him paper and pen. “Could you leave me your phone number so we can stay in touch?”

He Weijun wrote down his office number at the Agricultural Bureau. “Xiao Shen, you can also find me there if needed.”

Her eyes lit up. “Uncle He, do you happen to know any professors at the Agricultural University?”

“Yes, I have a good friend who teaches there.”

“Would you be able to introduce me? There’s something I’d like to consult him about.”

“Of course. I’ll call him from the office and let you know when he’s available.”

“Thank you, Uncle He.”

Just as drowsiness hits, a pillow appears. Shen Zhiqiu hadn’t expected to solve a major problem by sheer chance.

The previous day, Ye Yunlin had mentioned that the milk powder factory was considering a transformation. Huo Yingnian, who oversaw economic affairs, fully supported the idea.

Like Yue Mingyuan, Huo Yingnian believed infant formula would become a massive market in the future.

As living standards improved and the one-child policy took hold, spending on children’s needs would skyrocket.

Foreign infant industries were relatively mature, offering valuable references. But to transition into producing infant formula, they first needed to understand the formulations.

The ingredient ratios were listed on the cans—Huo Jiusi could translate them. But to verify their accuracy, they needed professional analysis.

More importantly, they agreed they should adapt, not copy. The goal was to develop a formula suited to domestic infants.

This wouldn’t happen overnight. Ye Yunlin’s plan was to take over the factory, revamp their current product’s marketing strategy, and boost sales first.

Only with better profits could they afford the transition.

Huo Yingnian suggested Ye Yunlin consult Professor Hou Haihong from the Agricultural University’s Food Science College.

The most popular products on the market—Red Star Milk Powder, Youyi Malt Extract, and the 5410 Milk Substitute—were all developed under his leadership.

The only problem? Professor Hou was notoriously eccentric and kept to himself, making him difficult to approach.