Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s-Chapter 2284 - 2277: Can’t an Old Maid Have Love?

"Mom, you always know how to stab me right in the heart!" Yan Huan complained, "What’s wrong with being single? Can’t a single woman have romance?"

"Of course, she can! Am I not just looking for someone suitable for you?" Feng Yuzhi softened her tone, "Don’t be so resistant! I guarantee you’ll like this person—a talented young man!"

"Really?" Yan Huan rolled her eyes dramatically, showing disbelief.

"Of course it’s true! I would never lie to you. Just find some time, and I’ll arrange for you two to meet!" Feng Yuzhi said excitedly.

"I know I’ve fallen into your trap again." Yan Huan said helplessly, "Choose the time as you like! It’s like pulling teeth—better to get it over with quickly!"

"Alright!" Seeing her daughter agree, Feng Yuzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

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The road to He Family Manor was unfamiliar to Qin Jian.

The driver had to use a map, frequently stopping to ask for directions, just to barely find their way to He Family Manor.

At this moment, they were speeding towards He Family Manor.

Meanwhile, Ning Chenguang and He Fusheng were returning on an ox-cart. Along the way, He Fusheng, instead of his usual cheerful chatter about fun things in the village, was continuously smoking one cigarette after another.

"Uncle, smoking is bad for your health." Ning Chenguang fanned away the smoke wafting in front of him and said, "You should smoke less, okay?"

"Alright. Guangguang doesn’t like me smoking, so I won’t smoke!" He Fusheng stubbed his cigarette out on the side of the cart, "Guangguang, your mom and dad will probably come to pick you up today. If you leave, will you miss us?"

"Of course!" Ning Chenguang replied, "I will definitely miss you all!"

"That’s good." He Fusheng smiled, patting Ning Chenguang on the shoulder, "We’ll miss you too! Over the past six months, we’ve treated you like our own son. If you really leave, my heart will feel a bit uneasy."

"Uncle, don’t be sad. My parents may not even come to pick me up. It’s been six months, and they haven’t come yet. Do you really think they’ll come today?" Ning Chenguang asked uncertainly.

"I think they will." He Fusheng had a feeling that Ning Chenguang’s parents would definitely come.

After all, this time he had thought of everything he could think of.

He had clearly communicated the names of Ning Chenguang’s parents, their workplace, as well as his grandfather’s name and workplace—they were high officials, and the police department immediately understood.

The call had been made right then.

The other side responded and said they would definitely come to pick him up from home.

"Yeah. I will miss you all." Ning Chenguang nodded.

"That’s good! We all really like you! Especially little Yueyue; she’s been so happy these past six months. If you leave, I bet Yueyue will definitely feel upset." He Fusheng couldn’t help but sigh.

Ning Chenguang lowered his head, his little hands fidgeting, deep in thought.

"Oh well! You’re someone else’s child, and when the time comes for you to go, you’ll have to go! Just don’t forget us." He Fusheng said.

Ning Chenguang nodded seriously.

The ox-cart reached the town, and He Fusheng stopped it, planning to buy some cake from the store.

His children loved eating those soft treats, and he always made sure to buy some whenever he went out.