You're supposed to be a security officer, what case are you solving?

Chapter 227 Mother?

Going to Secretary Zhang's house is the same as going back to Wen Ling's house, just a short distance between the two buildings.

However, the row of small buildings behind them, although their exterior walls looked dilapidated, had the best greenery in the compound, and the residents were important figures in An'nan City.

Being suddenly invited by Secretary Zhang would make anyone uneasy, and Yang Jinwen, who didn't have any parents, couldn't easily discuss it with his colleagues.

Wenling quickly told her father about it.

Wen Mo left work early and went home. Wen Ling and Yang Jinwen skipped work and also rushed back together.

Just then, a few gray pigeons landed on the edge of the windowsill, chirping and twittering.

No one dared to mess with these pigeons. The little kids in the yard were also sternly warned by their parents that anyone who tried to trap them would get a spanking!

Why? Because these are kept by Secretary Zhang's family; they live in the building behind.

Wen Mo instructed Luo Chunsu to prepare a bowl of peanuts.

Peanuts were placed on the dining table by the balcony. He and Yang Jinwen sat facing each other, while Wen Ling sat at the other end.

"Dad, stop focusing on eating! What exactly does Secretary Zhang mean?"

Luo Chun came out of the kitchen next door and placed a bowl of braised beef in front of Yang Jinwen: "Jinwen, eat more. When we go to Secretary Zhang's house, you definitely won't be able to eat much."

After saying that, she sat down in the chair and said casually, "What else could it be? She definitely wants to win over Jinwen and then his father."

Wen Mo glanced at her: "Let me tell you, this can only be said in our room!"

Luo Chun shrugged: "Of course I know, but who in this compound doesn't know about Secretary Zhang's family affairs? She has worked day and night for more than ten years and never thought about her own affairs."

Now, he holds a high official position, but when he looks back, he has no one to share a bed with; his heart must feel empty.

Wen Ling shook her head: "Mom, how could someone as important as her feel empty?"

"Everyone gets lonely, especially women. If she doesn't find someone now, she'll be too old in a few years."

Wenling then asked, "She must be older than Uncle Yang, right?"

Yang Jinwen replied, "He is two or three years older. My dad is 45 this year."

Luo Chun laughed and said, "It's good that you're older; you'll know how to take care of your dad later."

Yang Jinwen felt something was off about the whole thing; besides feeling disappointed, he also found it absurd.

Yang Dachuan is doing absolutely inhuman things!
Wen Mo ate a peanut, frowned, and said, "Let me think about it..."

Luo Chun said, "What's there to think about? Jinwen, you should call your dad right away and ask him what Secretary Zhang means."

Wen Ling nodded: "That's right."

She quickly grabbed the landline phone that was next to the TV; the phone cord was long enough, so she placed it in front of Yang Jinwen.

Under the watchful eyes of Wen Ling's family, he didn't want to make the call, after all, it was a private family matter.

However, given the current situation, he couldn't contact Old Deng privately.

With that thought in mind, he still dialed Old Deng's mobile phone.

The call was answered within seconds.

"Hey?"

"Dad, it's me, Jinwen. I'm at Director Wen's house. There's something I want to ask you..."

"Ask away, ask quickly, long-distance calls are expensive."

"Secretary Zhang asked me to go to her house. What's going on?"

There was a pause of several seconds on the other end of the phone before he said, "Jinwen, there are some things I forgot to tell you before I left, Chunxia... uh, Secretary Zhang wants to take you as his godson."

Yang Jinwen frowned: "Tell the truth!"

"Hey... who are the people next to you?"

Wen Mo immediately said, "Old Yang, Jinwen came to discuss this with me."

Luo Chun then said, "Da Chuan, I'm Wen Ling's mother, I'm here too."

Wen Ling said, "Uncle Yang, I'm here too."

The person on the other end of the phone gasped, clearly bewildered.

Wen Mo urged, "Old Yang, what's wrong? Tell me quickly, long-distance calls are expensive. It's my family calling you. We're practically family now, so speak up!"

Yang Dachuan sighed and said, "Director Wen, if I tell anyone about this, please don't let it get out. If it does, I'll be in big trouble..."

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and tell me. Jinwen and Lingling have to go to Secretary Zhang's house soon. If you don't explain clearly, the two children will have a hard time dealing with you."

Yang Dachuan said, "It's like this, you know He Qing, Chunxia's only daughter, right?"

"Yes, I know, the prosecutor from the Municipal Procuratorate!"

"Chunxia really wanted to adopt Jinwen as her godson, because He Qing... she's infertile..."

Upon hearing this, Wen Mo was completely stunned.

Luo Chun was also stunned.

"That's the situation, Jinwen, son. You decide what to do. Since the last time I went to her house, your mother has never appeared in my dreams again. As long as she's the Party Secretary, your old man can't escape this."

That's all for now, I'm busy right now, take care!

After the call ended, static noise came through the landline.

The room fell silent, and then Yang Jinwen let out a long sigh.

Luo Chun was about to speak when her husband glared at her, so she quickly shut up.

Wen Mo instructed, "It's getting late. Get some gifts for the two children, the more upscale the better!"

Luo Chun nodded hurriedly, "Okay, I have a box of deer antler and a box of cordyceps at home, take them with you." Wen Mo also went to help, trying to make sure that Yang Jinwen and Wen Ling could carry the gifts in both hands.

Yang Jinwen was very embarrassed: "Director Wen, Auntie, these things are too valuable, I can't take them."

"We're all family, let's not talk like strangers." Luo Chun was incredibly enthusiastic. She had already taken a great liking to Yang Jinwen before, and now it seemed that this future son-in-law was destined for great success.

Wen Mo brought out almost all the valuable gifts in the house and had Yang Jinwen and Wen Ling carry them: "It's almost six o'clock, you two should hurry up and go. Be careful what you say and what you don't say."

"Okay, Dad," Wen Ling replied, and followed Yang Jinwen out the door.

After the two got off the road, Luo Chun closed the door and immediately stared at Wen Mo.

"Old Wen, if your future son-in-law becomes Secretary Zhang's godson, wouldn't you be able to advance your career even further?"

Wen Mo shook his head: "Don't think like that. We shouldn't think about ourselves, but about Jinwen and Lingling."

Luo Chun clicked his tongue and said, "Hey, Lingling and Jinwen are getting married, and our future grandson will be Secretary Zhang's grandson. I just don't feel comfortable about it."

Wen Mo sat down in the chair, appearing calm on the surface, but his mind was racing, calculating the pros and cons.

Luo Chun sat opposite him and asked, "This He Qing, I saw her and her husband a couple of days ago. She must be over thirty, right?"

"Twenty-eight."

What does her husband do?

Wen Mo squinted: "I think his name is Pan Wei, a teacher at a normal university."

"Children of high-ranking officials?"

Wen Mo shook his head: "I don't know."

The door was simple but sturdy, with a wooden door inside a stainless steel door.

Yang Jinwen was carrying things in both hands and pressed the doorbell with great difficulty.

The bell rang, and he looked at Wen Ling, who seemed very nervous.

A short while later, the door inside opened, and He Qing's face appeared, with an apron tied around her waist.

"Oh dear, you two are too early. The food isn't ready yet."

She opened the stainless steel door while smiling.

Wen Ling smiled and said, "We came early to help Sister Qing."

"Forensic Doctor Wen has such a sweet tongue. It's alright, someone's here to help. Come in quickly."

He Qing invited them into the house without even glancing at the expensive gifts that Yang Jinwen and Wen Ling were carrying.

Clearly, she was used to such scenes and didn't look down on them.

"No need to take off your shoes, there's a cleaning lady to take care of them," He Qing said.

Wen Ling said, "We always carry shoe covers with us."

Yang Jinwen put down the gift box, and Wen Ling handed him a pair.

As the two were putting on their shoe covers, a middle-aged woman appeared in the entryway, wearing glasses and holding a newspaper.

"Jinwen, Lingling, welcome."

Yang Jinwen smiled and nodded: "Secretary Zhang, you're too kind. It was our lack of courtesy."

Seeing that Secretary Zhang's eyes narrowed slightly, Wen Ling quickly said, "Aunt Zhang, I'm sorry to bother you."

The word "Auntie" made Zhang Chunxia laugh again: "Girls are so sensible. Lingling is so well-behaved. Come in quickly and sit with me for a while."

Seeing Zhang Chunxia go to the living room, Wen Ling glared at Yang Jinwen, as if to say, "It's already good enough that I didn't make you call me 'Mom,' but you didn't even call me 'Auntie,' what kind of title is that!"
Call me Mom? I'll never call you Mom in my entire life!

Yang Jinwen has his own bottom line, and he was very resistant to this visit. If Wen Ling hadn't come along, he would have refused He Qing last night.

Near the television in the living room, there is a shelf with a record player on it. In addition, there are many vinyl records stacked in the cabinet built into the wall.

Without a doubt, Zhang Chunxia, ​​in her youth, must have been a typical artistic youth, just like Yang Dachuan. She loved classical music, dancing, and reading, and probably even wrote poetry.

When Yang Dachuan was young, he dreamed of becoming a poet and even self-published a collection of poems, which he was very proud of back then. However, now he is a little ashamed to show it off.

He Qing said, "You two don't need to be so formal. Make yourselves at home. I'm going to the kitchen to get busy. I'll come and keep you company in a bit."

“Okay, Sister Qing.” Wen Ling nodded.

Zhang Chunxia sat in a single sofa with the balcony behind her.

The living room, coffee table, sofa, and green plants all reflect the high-ranking official's quality and refinement. Although the furniture and appliances are not expensive, they are indeed different from those of an ordinary family in some details.

"Jinwen, Lingling, come sit here." Zhang Chunxia beckoned.

Naturally, Wen Ling and Yang Jinwen sat on either side of Zhang Chunxia, ​​not in a row, mainly to make it easier for the leader to speak.

That's quite an art; it's a path only those who have been in the system for a long time can understand.

At the same time, sitting separately allows you to accurately gauge the leader's expression and attitude towards you when they speak to you, avoiding misjudgment or misinterpretation.

There's a lot of knowledge involved here, and since Wen Ling's whole family are police officers, they naturally understand this principle.

Needless to say, Yang Jinwen often witnessed similar scenes when his father, Yang Dachuan, was in meetings.

Zhang Chunxia looked at Yang Jinwen carefully, her expression showing great satisfaction.

Her first question stumped Yang Jinwen.

"Jinwen, your father and I are old classmates. I've also met your mother. When she was young, she was gentle, beautiful, and had a great personality."

She's been gone for so many years, and you two, father and son, are all alone. It must be tough for you.

When your dad came last time, I told him that I was thinking of adopting you as my godson. What do you think?

(End of this chapter)