Reborn in the 80s: My Whole Family Secretly Hears My Thoughts and Goes Wild with Success! - Chapter 117

Taoist Priest Qingfeng spoke with righteous authority: “Blessings of the Supreme Unity. Benefactor, please do not worry. I will never tolerate such an evil practitioner who harbors intentions to harm others.”

“It is late today. Tomorrow morning, I will go and confront him to see what manner of monster he truly is.”

“Taoist Priest Qingfeng, I will go with you,” Ye Zhiqiu said, unable to hide her anger. This person had repeatedly tried to harm Ya Ya; she absolutely could not let him off easily.

“Then we shall meet at the East City Gate tomorrow morning.”

Taoist Priest Qingfeng led Ye Zhiqiu aside and spoke quietly of his considerations: “Benefactor, I can only help suppress the other party through Taoist arts. If he has truly committed any heinous acts that defy natural law, he must still face legal punishment.”

Ye Zhiqiu nodded: “Priest, I understand what you mean. I’ll trouble you with this tomorrow.”

It seemed she would need to discuss with Second Brother after returning to decide how to handle this matter.

By the time they returned to the city, it was evening. The aroma of food wafted through the streets and alleys.

“Mmm, that smells so good. It’s making me hungry. I wonder what Mom’s cooking. Whatever it is, I’m going to eat a huge bowl when I get back.”

Ye Jiawu reached back and nudged Shen Xiang, who was sitting on the rear seat: “Hey, Xiang, aren’t you hungry?”

“Not hungry,” Shen Xiang replied in a muffled voice.

His hands were clenched into tight fists. Ever since they started heading back, he had begun to feel nervous.

Ye Zhiqiu noticed Shen Xiang’s unusual behavior, but every time she looked at him, he would smile and shake his head, indicating he was fine. However, he didn’t realize he really didn’t look fine at all.

“How can you not be hungry? Did you secretly stash some snacks?”

“No.”

Ye Jiawu also sensed something was off with Shen Xiang. He had been far too quiet the whole way. If it were before, he would have already started bickering with him.

“Xiang, you haven’t gotten so hungry you’ve gone stupid, have you? I just happen to have a candy in my pocket. You can have it. Don’t pass out before we even get home.”

Ye Jiawu took a piece of candy from his trouser pocket and handed it to Shen Xiang. Shen Xiang took it and popped it into his mouth: “Thanks.”

“Wait, Xiang, you weren’t possessed by something on the mountain, were you?” Ye Jiawu, genuinely worried, put his foot down to stop the bike and turned to look at Shen Xiang.

“You’re the one who’s possessed!”

Shen Xiang laughed and scolded Ye Jiawu, pulling on his arm: “My foot’s asleep. Let me ride and you sit behind.”

“You should have said so earlier! I thought something was really wrong with you.”

Ye Jiawu and Shen Xiang swapped places. Shen Xiang looked at Ye Zhiqiu: “Sis, I’ll take Jiawu home first, then come back to meet you.”

Ye Zhiqiu knew Shen Xiang was holding in some discomfort and advice him: “Be careful.”

“Sis, I know.”

Shen Xiang stood up on the pedals to pick up speed. Ye Jiawu quickly grabbed the rear rack and asked: “Xiang, aren’t you and Sis going home? Where else are you going?”

“Going for good food, and not taking you,” Shen Xiang turned his head and made a funny face at Ye Jiawu.

Half an hour later, Shen Xiang returned to meet Ye Zhiqiu and followed her to He Weijun’s house.

“Uncle He.”

Ye Zhiqiu, holding Shen Xiang’s hand, stepped forward: “This is Xiang.”

“Xiang, this is Uncle He.”

“Hello, Uncle He.” Shen Xiang kept his head down, but he could still feel He Weijun’s gaze fixed on him.

“Come, sit inside.”

He Weijun had specially prepared a lot of delicious food and had changed into clean clothes.

After Shen Xiang sat down, He Weijun kept putting food into his bowl: “Xiang, eat.”

“Thank you, Uncle He. You eat too.”

Shen Xiang also picked up some food for He Weijun. Raising his eyes, he saw the tearful face so similar to his own. An indescribable sadness welled up in his heart, and he couldn’t stop his nose from tingling with emotion.

He Weijun knew he needed to give Shen Xiang time to accept this matter. Therefore, he didn’t mind him calling him ‘Uncle He,’ nor did he mind this polite and distant formality.

The fact that he was willing to come and meet him already made him very happy.

“Uncle He, are you free this Sunday?”

Shen Xiang had no appetite. After eating a few bites, he decided to just say what needed to be said. He would have to face it sooner or later anyway.

“Yes, I am.”

“Can you help me move my things then? I don’t have much.”

It took He Weijun a long moment to process what Shen Xiang meant. He became so emotional he repeatedly nodded: “Okay, okay!”

“What… what was my original name?” Shen Xiang poked at the meat in his bowl and asked He Weijun quietly.

“He Bin. Your mother and I both hoped you would be accomplished in both literary and military arts.”

He Weijun thought for a moment: “But the name He Xiang is also good. If you don’t want to change it, then He Xiang is fine.”

Shen Xiang shook his head: “He Bin sounds better. Let it be He Bin. My nickname can still be Xiang.”

“Okay, okay.”

Shen Xiang turned and saw the memorial photo of Gao Xiu placed on the cabinet. He walked up to it: “Is this my mom?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of person was my mom?”

He Weijun replied softly: “A very gentle, very virtuous woman.”

The only time she lost her composure was when she came out of the restroom and couldn’t find Xiao Bin. She was like a madwoman, grabbing anyone she saw and asking if they had seen her child.

When she saw him, she blamed herself, frantically slapping her own face and kneeling on the ground, wailing and crying hysterically.

“Mom, I’m back.” Shen Xiang couldn’t help but reach out and touch the photo.

Even though it was just a photo, it made him feel an immense sense of familiarity.

And this feeling of closeness was something he had never felt from Shen Daqiang or Wang Fengqin.

Perhaps this is the bond of blood.

“Xiang, offer your mother some incense.”

He Weijun handed Shen Xiang three incense sticks. Shen Xiang lit them, knelt down, and kowtowed three times towards Gao Xiu’s photo with a bong bong bong sound.

“Sis, it’s getting late. You still need to go back to the compound. You should get going soon.”
“I want to stay here tonight. I won’t be going back.”
“Tomorrow morning, I’ll come find you.”

“Okay.” Ye Zhiqiu rubbed Shen Xiang’s head.

He was much more mature and understanding than she had imagined.

It was as if he had grown up overnight.

He Weijun insisted on giving Ye Zhiqiu a large watermelon to take back. Unable to refuse, she could only bring it back to Fu’an Alley.

“Sis, where did Xiang actually go?” Ye Jiawu asked anxiously when he saw Ye Zhiqiu return alone.

“Jiawu, Xiang has his own family.”

“He was living just fine here. Why did he go back?” Ye Jiawu thought Shen Xiang had gone back to Sanmiao Alley.

“Jiawu, Xiang has returned to his new home. From now on, he will have a new family.”

“New family?” Ye Jiawu frowned: “Sis, I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

Ye Zhiqiu explained the whole story to Ye Jiawu. Ye Jiawu’s mouth gradually fell open in astonishment, realizing belatedly: “No wonder he was acting so strange today. He wasn’t himself at all.”

“Jiawu, you used to target him before because he was Wang Fengqin’s son. Now that you know he isn’t, you should get along well with him from now on.”

Ye Zhiqiu looked Ye Jiawu in the eye: “His biological father, Uncle He, and Second Uncle are actually childhood friends.”

Ye Jiawu patted his chest: “Sis, don’t worry.”

“Zhiqiu.”

Just as Ye Zhiqiu was about to ride up to the compound’s main gate, she heard someone call her name from behind. Turning around, she got a fright.