Rich in the 70s: I Made a Rugged Veteran a Millionaire-Chapter 95: Official Meeting

Shen Xing and Shen Yue, provincial city, know how to contact her by phone.

Jiang Cheng could only think of one person—Shen Que.

A strong woman = Shen Que?

No no, this idea is unacceptable.

Jiang Cheng shook his head.

But Shen Que was still in the hospital, and a female comrade delivered the message?

Could it be Shen Que’s girlfriend?

No matter who it was, Jiang Cheng thanked the waiter and then took the note downstairs to the hotel entrance.

Standing at the entrance, Jiang Cheng looked around.

He didn’t see a young female comrade, but there was an old lady with white hair and a cane.

The kind of old lady that makes you want to hurry up and help her at first glance.

Jiang Cheng moved his gaze away from the old lady and continued searching.

"Young girl, are you Jiang Cheng?"

The white-haired old lady spoke.

Jiang Cheng suddenly realized, immediately turned his head, and went down the steps.

"Hello, I’m Jiang Cheng."

The old lady smiled kindly and said while accepting Jiang Cheng’s support, "It was I who was looking for you. Shen Que asked me to come. He’s at the state-run restaurant himself."

"He... thinks too much, worried that a male comrade coming to find you would harm your reputation."

Grandma Zhu added on Shen Que’s behalf.

But she didn’t say that the boy dared not come himself, nor dared to find a too young female comrade for help, fearing misunderstandings.

As for what kind of misunderstanding, Shen Que himself probably couldn’t explain clearly.

Grandma Zhu continued to speak, holding Jiang Cheng’s hand, "Yesterday I heard there was a train derailment. He was so anxious! Contacted a lot of people and finally found out you were on that train. He insisted on going for rescue, but in the end, the director of the hospital, Director Lian, gave him an anesthetic, and that’s how he was made to stay."

"He told us, if not for you, Shen Yue and Shen Xing would have suffered so much. That boy knows how to be grateful, just too stubborn."

...

Grandma Zhu was quite talkative.

Jiang Cheng didn’t know what to echo in response.

She couldn’t very well start praising how great Shen Que was, could she?

That would be too fake, considering they hadn’t even met.

After Grandma Zhu had mostly finished talking, Jiang Cheng first went back to the hotel to leave a message, explaining where she was going, lest Director Leng couldn’t find her.

After leaving the message, Jiang Cheng supported Grandma Zhu and headed east to meet Shen Que.

After all, since he took the initiative to visit, it was polite to respond.

At that time, Shen Que was in the state-run restaurant, disdainfully tearing off the towel covering his legs.

"Take it away, I don’t need this thing."

The tall man pushing the wheelchair beside him expressionlessly took the towel and crouched down.

"Director Lian said you must cover up, and I have to obey orders."

The tall man, ignoring Shen Que’s resistance, firmly covered Shen Que’s lower body securely.

"Captain Shen, if you take it off again, I’ll put another one on your upper body too."

Shen Que met the gaze of his most stubborn subordinate, knowing that no matter what he said, he couldn’t resist.

Fine, just cover it then.

After accepting it, Shen Que subconsciously tidied up the creases in his clothes. The towel was about to be folded into tofu blocks by him.

"Captain Shen, someone’s here."

The tall man reminded him, and Shen Que himself heard the footsteps and Grandma Zhu’s voice.

For some reason, an unnamed tension rose in Shen Que’s heart.

"They’ve arrived, they’re right inside."

Grandma Zhu led Jiang Cheng into the state-run restaurant, which was currently full of people buying breakfast, and quite a few were eating.

Two people in particular caught the attention.

They had a vigorous demeanor, a straight posture, and a neat buzz cut.

One of them was very tall, looking honest and sincere, with brown skin, a broad back, and a bear-like waist, like a small hill.

The man next to him wasn’t short either, estimated to be around 1.9 meters tall.

Just looking at his upper body, with a broad back and a wasp waist, fair skin, a high-bridged nose, and defined features, his lips naturally rosy.

A ruggedly handsome guy, perhaps not appreciated now, but in modern times, he’s definitely a stunningly handsome man.

Jiang Cheng merely glanced lightly, without any expression.

Shen Que nodded toward the approaching Jiang Cheng, revealing a faint smile.

"Hello, I’m Shen Que."

Sitting in the wheelchair, Shen Que’s gaze followed Jiang Cheng, neither abrupt nor intrusive, giving off a polite vibe like a spring breeze.

Hearing Shen Que’s voice, inspiration struck Jiang Cheng, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she remembered.

Isn’t this the person Uncle Zhong brought as a translator during the antique investigation, the one in charge of the interrogation?

Seeing Jiang Cheng not speak but showing an ’aha’ expression, Shen Que immediately smiled and said, "It’s me."

Shen Que’s confirmation was met with a smile from Jiang Cheng.

The two silently avoided specifically mentioning anything, and no one around asked.

Grandma Zhu, however, gave a meaningful look, feeling there might be something between these two.

Jiang Cheng took a seat.

Shen Que immediately pointed to the menu on the wall and asked, "Would you like something to eat?"

Jiang Cheng shook her head and said, "I’ve already eaten."

Shen Que didn’t insist, instead inquiring about Jiang Cheng’s recent situation.

"Did you get hurt?"

"Just a little scratch, already taken care of."

Noticing Jiang Cheng’s hand’s back, Shen Que turned sideways and took out a small box, pushing it toward Jiang Cheng.

"This is for scar removal, very effective."

Looking at the small, unmarked white bottle, Jiang Cheng felt it somewhat precious.

Seeing her hesitation, Shen Que spoke, "You’ve taken care of Shen Xing and Shen Yue for so long; if we were to calculate, this bottle is far from enough."

Meeting Shen Que’s gaze, Jiang Cheng simply nodded and said, "Alright, I’ll accept it. Thank you."

The two exchanged a smile, a distant politeness, yet silent.

At the table, only the sound of the tall man eating could be heard.

It’s not that the tall man was rude, but if no one was eating, they would have long been kicked out.

Grandma Zhu, eating her bun while watching, felt anxious. Why wasn’t Shen Que talking? Wasn’t he the one who talked the most usually? What’s going on now? Turned mute?

Grandma Zhu waited a minute, Shen Que still didn’t speak, she couldn’t stand it any longer.

"Xiao Jiang—"

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back first."

Jiang Cheng wanted to leave. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

But upon hearing Grandma Zhu speak, Jiang Cheng turned to her and said, "Grandma Zhu, the hotel still needs me to work."

Knowing that official business was important, Grandma Zhu naturally understood.

"Alright alright, I’ll see you off."

Grandma Zhu said, pulling out paper and a pen from her bag, writing down Shen Que’s hospital address and ward number, and a phone number.

"Jiang Cheng, call me if there’s anything, and if it’s not urgent, contact Shen Que. He’s been in the field long enough to be of some use."

Jiang Cheng did not refuse, accepting it, and politely declined Grandma Zhu’s offer to send her off, jogging back on her own.

With just one look from Shen Que, the tall man who was half-eating his bun immediately got up, biting on the bun as he followed her out.

The tall man followed at a distance, only returning after Jiang Cheng entered the hotel.

By that time, Shen Que was already waiting outside the state-run restaurant.

Seeing the tall man return, he handed over a lunchbox and said, "The meal is here, and she returned safely."

The tall man chuckled, taking the lunchbox, "Of course! Comrade Jiang returned to the hotel; I watched her go in."

Shen Que nodded, his face calm as usual.

Yet the inexplicable ’uncomfortable’ feeling in his heart made him wonder if his injuries were worsening?