Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s Chapter 2464: 2400: Let's Catch Up

Previously on Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s...
Chiang Xiao lingered outside the hospital room, eavesdropping on Nian Che's conversation with Old Meng, sensing deep-seated resentments from the past. Nian Che confessed his long-forgotten affection for Chenger, blaming not Meng Chaojun for their mutual love but the Nian family—particularly his adoptive father—for sending him abroad under false hopes of a match, only for Chenger to wed Chaojun in his absence. Standing over the bedridden Chaojun, Nian Che reflected bitterly on his own disfigurement from a fire that drove him to endure grueling surgeries abroad, contrasting his survival with Chaojun's frail state.

Old Meng let out a sigh and remarked, “What good does it do to dwell on these matters anymore? Chenger has passed away, Chao Jun is in his current state, everything belongs to the history now, just history. Nian Che, focus on leading a good life ahead.”

“I appreciate your guidance, Eldest Uncle Meng.”

A touch of warmth entered Nian Che’s voice all of a sudden.

“Truth be told, back when I planned to depart, without the financial aid from Eldest Uncle Meng, I wouldn’t have been able to make my escape. That favor has stayed etched in my memory ever since. Ah, and I caught a glimpse of Chenger’s boy at that moment—he was utterly adorable.”

Without knowing why, a chill ran through Chiang Xiao upon hearing those words.

She couldn’t figure out the reason for her odd response.

Yet, as Nian Che brought up Meng Xinian from those days, an uneasy feeling always stirred within her.

“Back then, you wished to speak with Xinian, right?”

“Naturally, I spotted him playing by himself in the corner and feared he could run into dangerous folks. Should harm come to him, it would devastate Chenger. However, once you intervened, I worried my appearance might frighten the child, so I dropped the notion.”

An event like that had occurred in the past—did Meng Xinian have any knowledge of it?

“Nian Che, with your return to the homeland, what intentions do you hold? Will you remain here for good?” Old Meng inquired once more.

“What does Eldest Uncle Meng believe—should I remain or depart?”

Chiang Xiao had assumed Old Meng continued the conversation out of lingering connections from before.

Yet, as Nian Che posed that query, she caught Old Meng sighing once again and stating, “You’ve spent so many years overseas, without kin or companions in this place. I imagine life abroad suits you better by now? With the impressive enterprise you’ve established there, abandoning it wouldn’t be simple.”

The intent behind Old Meng’s words came across plainly.

He appeared to believe Nian Che fared better remaining overseas.

A sense of astonishment washed over Chiang Xiao.

His tone suggested Old Meng harbored caution toward Nian Che and showed no eagerness for him to settle in the Capital City.

Another laugh escaped Nian Che’s lips.

“My decision remains pending. Still, now that I’ve returned, I plan to linger for some time, dealing with certain essential affairs. Eldest Uncle Meng, wouldn’t you say that’s wise?”

Old Meng offered an indistinct reply filled with a few “uh-huhs,” before probing, “What sort of affairs require your attention?”

“Plenty exist, to be sure. Should I require Eldest Uncle Meng’s assistance on any, I trust he’d lend a hand without hesitation, correct?”

“Helping is my wish, yet consider my age, and Chao Jun’s condition complicates things for me.”

“Challenges that prove difficult won’t burden Eldest Uncle Meng; by nature, they’d be straightforward. If Eldest Uncle Meng finds himself unable, maybe Chenger’s boy could step in? Xinian possesses real ability these days, doesn’t he? His betrothed, Chiang Xiao, enjoys considerable reputation too.”

“Xinian serves only as a soldier, while Chiang Xiao is simply a student; they offer little aid to someone like you.”

“Eldest Uncle Meng’s rejection leaves me rather uneasy. After all, we share family bonds, do we not?”

In that instant, Meng Chaojun stirred awake.

“Who’s there?”

He propped himself up, gazed at Nian Che, yet failed to identify him.

Nian Che directed a smile his way and gave a wave.

“Incidentally, I’m arranging a dinner tomorrow night at six-thirty in Fuxi Restaurant—kindly attend. We can reminisce thoroughly then.”

With those words said, he made his way to the exit.

As the sound of his steps approached, Chiang Xiao swiftly retreated, dashed to the nearby corner, and concealed herself from view.