Chapter Thirty-Two: Your Eldest Brother's Child Has Been Found

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The chubby boy thought that by saying this, Jiang Hua would like him.
But after he spoke, Jiang Hua looked at him with a hint of disdain, while the little stutterer beside her glared fiercely, as if ready to come over and beat him up. Frightened, he shrank his neck and obediently clutched the army coat, scurrying behind Xiao Xie.
Xiao Xie glanced at the green military coat dragging on the ground and, feeling pity, took the initiative to help. After neatly folding the coat, he handed it back to the chubby boy.
Jiang Hua and Jiang Xiaxia watched Xiao Xie’s actions, both falling silent for a moment before turning their heads away simultaneously, as if to avoid seeing anything.
Xiao Xie didn’t notice this. After taking them to another lounge, he went up to Jiang Jing and recounted what had happened, his eyes full of admiration: “Auntie is really amazing!”
When Jiang Jing heard that the old lady had fainted, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Wang Lianjun, standing nearby, leaned in and asked, “So the old lady was the only one who threw a punch? The little girl didn’t hit anyone? Are you sure?”
“They kicked a tooth out!” Xiao Xie looked at Wang Lianjun puzzled. “Is there a problem with that?”
Wang Lianjun glanced meaningfully at Jiang Jing. “Not throwing a punch—that’s the real problem!”
From the moment he met the little girl, anyone who forced her to fight ended up taking a trip to jail.
Jiang Jing raised his hand to rub his brow, then glanced at the chubby boy hiding behind Xiao Xie. His gaze flickered strangely for a moment. That military coat didn’t seem to belong to him, did it?
He looked over at Wang Lianjun, who was winking at him from across the room. Jiang Jing raised an eyebrow but said nothing, only offering a cover-up for the little girl: “My mother fought on the front lines back in the day! Usually, she doesn’t throw punches!”
Xiao Xie nodded vigorously. “Yes, I heard some passengers say that the old lady wasn’t planning to fight at first. It was because the old lady insulted your niece that she acted!”
Xiao Xie tilted his head thoughtfully before continuing, “She said your niece spoke awkwardly. Then the old lady said she would keep talking even if beaten to death! Your mother said, then just beat her—just beat her but don’t kill her—and then she fought!”
Jiang Jing didn’t know why, but his first reaction was, “What did my niece say?”
“She didn’t say anything, just looked at Auntie with eyes full of admiration!” Xiao Xie said, his eyes sparkling with admiration that was almost uncontrollable.
Jiang Jing looked at that gaze, as if he could see the admiration Xiaxia had just shown. “Sorry, my mother and niece really caused you trouble.”
He rummaged in his pocket, seemingly wanting to find something to thank her with.
But his pockets were emptier than his face—there was nothing.
Xiao Xie caught his meaning. His smiling face stiffened, tinged with disappointment. “I—I have to go patrol now!”
With that, he turned and ran away.
Wang Lianjun clicked his tongue twice behind him. “You’ve really hurt the little girl’s feelings!”
He handed a cigarette to Jiang Jing.
Jiang Jing took the cigarette but didn’t light it. He pinched it between his fingers and shook his head. “Not appropriate.”

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Wang Lianjun understood Jiang Jing’s meaning. People like them, whose heads were stuck in their pants, weren’t really suitable for marriage.
“But we can’t keep waiting forever. By the time you retire and try to find someone, there probably won’t be anyone suitable left!”
Jiang Jing shot him a sidelong glance. “Then why don’t you try?”
Wang Lianjun snorted. “That girl clearly fancies you. Why would I bother?”
After a pause, he couldn’t resist adding, “Not everyone on missions is like your brother and sister-in-law. You—”
Remembering the tragedy that befell Jiang Jing’s eldest brother, Wang Lianjun suddenly lost his nerve.
If it weren’t for the incident with Jiang Jing’s brother, Jiang Jing probably wouldn’t have joined their unit and would have enlisted in the Black Province army instead.
Jiang Jing said nothing, just tossed the cigarette back: “My niece’s here, so I’m not smoking.”
That girl’s nose was as sharp as his. If he smoked, who knew what kind of disdain he’d earn.
Unaware that she was being whispered about, Jiang Xiaxia obediently sat beside her grandmother, blinking and looking out the window—from color to colorless, from warmth to—
“Eh?”
After a few hours of rest, Jiang Hua woke and noticed the temperature had dropped. She quickly pulled the coat out of her bag, intending to drape it over Jiang Xiaxia.
But when she opened it, she saw the inside was clean—no dirt on the green coat—and she froze.
Jiang Xiaxia poked her head out and wiggled her small foot. “Uncle’s!”
“Oh, so there’s another uncle too!”
Jiang Hua glanced at the little girl, seeing no surprise on her face, and couldn’t help but pinch her nose. “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
That girl must have recognized that the coat wasn’t Old Third’s.
Jiang Xiaxia tilted her head, looking puzzled. “Why?”
If it wasn’t her own uncle, why should she care?
Jiang Hua felt something odd about the girl’s “why” and was about to ask why she didn’t care about Wang Lianjun’s coat when the girl suddenly shivered.
She hurriedly wrapped the coat around her. “We’re almost there. It’s cold. You’re weak—you can’t catch a chill!”
Jiang Xiaxia tugged at Jiang Hua’s sleeve. “Where’s Grandma?”
“Grandma’s here!” Jiang Hua put on a coat and finally relaxed a little as she looked outside.

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Jiang Xiaxia noticed her grandmother’s mood had suddenly improved and looked up at her. “Miss Grandpa?”
Jiang Hua’s face reddened a bit as she poked Jiang Xiaxia’s nose. “You little tease!”
Jiang Xiaxia saw no reply but nodded half-understandingly. “Oh, not missing him!”
Jiang Hua was momentarily speechless. “No!”
Jiang Xiaxia’s small eyes widened. “Missing?”
Jiang Hua suddenly understood Old Third’s mood back at the police station.
She raised the coat toward the girl’s head and said dryly, “Go to sleep.”
Jiang Xiaxia wanted to say something more, but her grandmother’s eyes were already closed.
Yet her breathing didn’t seem like she was about to sleep.
Jiang Xiaxia recalled how during the apocalypse, when Grandma was upset and refused to speak to Grandpa, she’d breathe like this. So she obediently went to sleep.
She didn’t know how long she’d slept. She only remembered opening her eyes a few times, seeing her uncle once, then being coaxed by Grandma to the bathroom where the stench nearly made her faint.
When she finally woke fully, the vehicle had already arrived at the station.
But when she got off, only she and Grandma were there, accompanied by Xiao Xie’s aunt.
“Uncle?”
Looking at the aunt all wrapped up like a little ball, Jiang Xiaxia looked at herself, still wearing the military coat, but strangely, she didn’t feel very cold!
“You grew up here. You can handle it! I can’t!”
Xiao Xie stomped his foot under Jiang Xiaxia’s curious gaze. “Luckily, it hasn’t snowed yet. I can still get off and say a few words. If it snows—”
Xiao Xie shivered, clearly overwhelmed by the thought.
Jiang Xiaxia withdrew her gaze disappointedly, thinking this aunt wouldn’t make a good aunt-in-law.
She nodded, then turned to look at her grandmother, about to ask something, when her sharp eyes caught sight of her uncle talking with another man in uniform. She immediately dashed over, “Uncle, let’s go home!”
The man in the military coat looked at the little girl at Jiang Jing’s feet, a flash of surprise in his eyes. “Your eldest brother’s child has been found?”