Military Compound

  The night color is integrated, and the mysterious No. 1 alley in the military district's large courtyard is quiet.

  A three-entrance siheyuan is hidden deep in the alley. The front and back of the house are planted with jasmine, which has not yet reached its flowering period, only green leaves like bamboo, swaying in the night color to create a clear shadow.

  A red flag silently drove up and stopped outside the gate. Jing Xin got out of the car and instructed the driver, "Don't honk the horn, old man hates it when people honk their horns for no reason at night."

  Jing Xin didn't dare to walk through the main gate, so she entered from a side door. She walked through the halls and courtyards, and when she reached the Huahua Gate, she glanced at the old guard Zheng Yin Qiao with a hint of mischief.

  Zheng Yinqiao raised an eyebrow on his right side, and Jin Xin's heart skipped a beat.

  This is Zheng Yinqiao's euphemism, saying that Old Master has a bad temper today.

  Jing Xin bypassed the brick-carved shadow wall, her eyes glancing over the brick-carved floral pattern on the shadow wall with a bottle of jasmine tea, and could only secretly pray that she would also be "safe" later.

  As she stepped onto the porch, before even lifting the curtain, Jing Xin smiled and spoke first, "Dad, I'm here. You called me so late at night, did you miss your daughter?"

  Jing Bangguo was wearing an old-fashioned green military uniform with the epaulets removed, sitting in the main room polishing an old shotgun. The old man's back was straight and strong, although his temples were white, but his spirit was still sharp. A pair of tiger eyes glanced over at Jing Xin, startling him so much that he jumped.

  The aristocratic woman who was so arrogant in front of outsiders now looked like a child who had done something wrong.

  "Still no news about that kid?" Jing Bangguo asked concisely, just like his military style over the years.

  Jing Xin's head hung down, "Dad, I'm investigating. You also know, he has been unruly since childhood..."

  "I only asked if you found him, did I ask about that kid's character? He is my grandson, he and I are cut from the same mold; what kind of nature he has, don't I know better than you?"

  Jing Xin's face turned red and she didn't dare make a sound.

  "Where has that little rabbit gone!" Commander Jing threw his gun aside and furrowed his brow.

  Mrs. Jing walked out of the east suite, wearing an autumnal fragrance satin printed cheongsam, with her white hair coiled into a bun at the back of her head, and a string of pearls around her neck, showing off her elegance in her younger years. "Bāngguó, don't worry. That child might be playing outside for two days before coming back. He's never been used to carrying cash on him, when his money runs out, he'll naturally come back."

  Jing Xin hastily nodded, "Yes, I've already frozen all his credit cards. He doesn't have any cash on him, he should be back soon."

  "Are you all to blame? You're always managing him this and that, learning piano, and then getting involved in social activities... I don't know where you get so many ideas! It's a wonder he hasn't been driven away!"

  Mrs. Jing and Jing Xin exchanged a glance.

  Mrs. Jing could only persuade, "Wan Hai is about to be transferred back to fill the vacancy of deputy province. Wan Hai has only one son, how can he not be restrained? I and Jing Xin are also thinking about Wan Hai's future career."

  Mrs. Jing saw Jing Xin off at the door, treading on the moonlight and sighing softly, "Xin'ah, you'd better ask Mei Xuan about it. This child has been closest to Mei Xuan since childhood, maybe she's hiding in Mei Xuan's place?"

  Jing Xin furrowed her brow, "It shouldn't be. Mei Xuan has been confined by us lately, if he went to Mei Xuan's place, we would all know."