The boss has only one son for three generations. After rebirth, I have three babies.

Qiao Jin muttered in his heart, could it be that this man who has never had any experience in love and is known as a cold and aloof male god can speak so touchingly?

It's really overwhelming.

Without waiting for the other party to say anything, she quickened her pace and walked out without looking back.

Watching her quickly disappear, Fu Yanlin couldn't help but yell again, "Qiao Jin, why are you leaving in such a hurry? Are you shy?"

This sentence made Qiao Jin run faster, and she almost escaped from the hospital.

The next day, six in the morning.

Qiao Jin lifted the quilt and sat up, her eyes still hazy, when someone knocked on the door.

"Are you up?"

Fu Yanlin's voice came through the crack in the door, sounding both calm and firm.

Hearing the sound, Qiao Jin didn't dare to lie down again, and quickly sat up from the bed, "I'll be there soon, you wait for me downstairs first."

Fu Yanlin paused for a moment, realizing that standing at the door was indeed inappropriate, so he turned and left.

Qiao Jin got up from the bed, changed her clothes, and combed her long hair in front of the mirror.

Her hair was thick and smooth like a waterfall, with a faint luster under the light.

With a high ponytail, her delicate little face was revealed, looking very refreshed and energetic.

At this age, her skin is firm and elastic, fair and flawless, and her face full of collagen makes her appearance even more attractive.

Qiao Jin is naturally very beautiful and looks radiant without too much makeup.

However, considering that she was going to the city to receive the award today, out of respect and the need for ceremony, she specially took out the letter her father had left her, which she had treasured for a long time.

Gazing down at the yellowed but still perfectly preserved letter in her hand, Qiao Jin whispered softly to a point in the air, "Dad, your daughter went to the city to receive an award today. I will fight for your honor and continue to do my best to fulfill your last wish. Please rest assured in heaven."

At this moment, the journey that is about to begin is of great significance to Qiao Jin, not only because it is a recognition of her past hard work, but more importantly, this experience is extremely valuable and unforgettable to her.

Therefore, she plans to cherish every moment and every opportunity she has.

After carefully placing the letter full of deep emotions into the small backpack she carried with her, she also took with her a few books she liked to read and a pen she often used to express herself or record her thoughts in order to deal with various situations that might arise. She then turned around and prepared to do the essential daily basic cleaning work - brushing her teeth, washing her face, changing clothes and dressing up.

When passing by the space where Fu Yanlin lived, I unexpectedly found that he had already tidied up his personal attire. He was wearing a tall and handsome military green uniform and a hat of the same color on his head, showing his military style.

Seeing such a vibrant look in front of him, his gaze, which had just casually passed by, couldn't help but stop, and he couldn't help but stay for a few more seconds to appreciate the other person's unique charm.

Normally, when you meet Fu Yanlin, he's either wearing casual and comfortable sportswear or formal attire that you only wear on formal occasions. But today, he unexpectedly chose a uniform that exudes a serious atmosphere while still retaining his handsome demeanor. This visual contrast makes Qiao Jin feel a little surprised and curious for a moment.

And then what happened next made her even more at a loss and even blushing - through the gap in the half-open door, she could clearly see a wet piece of personal clothing hanging on the inner balcony, which was obviously just washed and not yet dried.

The crystal clear water droplets are still dripping and sliding slowly on the surface of the fabric...

While secretly feeling annoyed, she asked, "You're cleaning these things so early? You're really diligent."

As soon as the words fell from his mouth, he wanted to take them back immediately. After all, it was not very polite to ask directly about such a private and sensitive matter...

After hearing this, Fu Yanlin smiled slightly and did not feel offended or embarrassed at all. "What's wrong with doing this? Is it against the law to do something within your ability so early in the morning?"

Faced with his calmness and composure, Qiao Jin was speechless and could only shake her head repeatedly to indicate that she didn't mean anything else: "No... nothing, it's getting late and we should set off for our destination."

At this moment, Fu Yanlin, who was always steady and measured in his words, suddenly smiled mischievously and raised his eyebrows to remind him, "As someone who may become a professional doctor in the future, you should understand that boys experience certain physiological phenomena in the morning that inevitably require timely cleaning, right?"

After hearing this, Qiao Jin felt an even stronger burning of shyness on her cheeks: "Don't mention this kind of thing again!"

Li Rongrong didn't notice Lin Zhiwan's mood change, and said to herself: "Captain Fu, we are members of the art troupe and have heard of your name for a long time. I didn't expect to meet you on the train today. You are also going to the provincial capital! What a coincidence." Her words were full of surprise and respect.

Li Rongrong had prepared the materials earlier and knew in advance the purpose of Fu Yanlin's trip to the provincial capital, but she still appeared very excited and enthusiastic.

Art troupe?

Fu Yanlin asked calmly, his voice low and calm: "Hello."

Seeing that Lin Zhiwan beside her remained silent, Li Rongrong gently pushed her and hinted with her eyes that she should say hello quickly, for fear of missing this precious opportunity.

This push made Lin Zhiwan a little nervous, and her face flushed. "Fu... Captain Fu, do you still remember me?"

She asked the question in her heart with a trembling voice, her eyes full of anticipation.

Hearing this, Li Rongrong's heart moved: It seems there is a story! She immediately encouraged Lin Zhiwan to seize the opportunity, whispering, "Come on!" Then she wisely returned to her seat, leaving Lin Zhiwan alone to face Fu Yanlin.

Facing Lin Zhiwan's flushed cheeks, Fu Yanlin did not react much. He just asked with a little doubt: "Have we met before?" His tone was calm, but this sentence was like a basin of cold water poured on Lin Zhiwan's heart, making her feel cold all over.

He really had forgotten about her. This thought flashed through Lin Zhiwan's mind, bringing with it a deep sense of loss. But she still managed to force a smile, trying to maintain her dignity.

"You've been to Linjia Village before. It became a temporary hiding place for the enemy. Later, they wanted to set fire to the entire village. My sister and I were trapped, and you rescued us. Do you remember?" She tried to make her tone sound more relaxed, hoping to keep the conversation going without being awkward.

After hearing her description, Fu Hanshen began to have some impressions in his mind, and gradually recalled his experiences during that period. "So it's you." He said softly, with a little more intimacy in his tone.

Lin Zhiwan's eyes flashed with anticipation and joy, and she felt comforted. "Yes, my name is Lin Zhiwan. I have joined the art troupe now. It was because of your influence that I had this ideal."

At this moment, she felt unprecedented pride and satisfaction.