Chapter 832 - Unavoidable Confrontation
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Chapter 832: Unavoidable Confrontation
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âRight, it was Gu Nianzhi.â Ye Xuanâs voice grew quiet. He didnât dare to look at He Zhichu as he quickly turned to watch the winding mountains outside the car window. The mountains surrounding Little Rock Canyon were actually part of the mountain range that extended to the Grand Canyon. The red rocks were eroded revealing a metallic appearance inside. It was extremely eye-catching against the white clouds and blue skies.
He Zhichu only snorted quietly and said, âGu Xiangwen was so kind to you, so what about her?â
Ye Xuan frowned and turned around to look at He Zhichu. âWhat does Mr. He mean by that? Nianzhi is his real daughter, so he would only be even kinder to her. The truth is, Iâve never seen a father treat his daughter so well before.â
The corners of He Zhichuâs mouth twitched as he draped a hand against the side of the window and stated dryly, âThen youâve seen too few people.â
â...Really.â Ye Xuan didnât want to listen to anyone speak badly of Gu Xiangwen, and it was even worse to hear someone say Gu Xiangwen didnât treat Gu Nianzhi well. âGu Nianzhi was very smart but had a bad temper. She got angry easily. As soon as she threw a fit, no one could console her except for Uncle Gu. One time, I saw Gu Nianzhi hit Uncle Gu on the head with a rock, and it made his head bleed, but he kept consoling her good-naturedly until she stopped being angry and carried her back.â
He Zhichu was speechless. Who on earth was he talking about?! âAre you sure the bad-tempered little girl you saw was actually Gu Nianzhi?â He Zhichu couldnât help asking. He thought that what Ye Xuan said was too ludicrous.
However, Ye Xuan nodded solemnly. âI remember how she looked when she was young. Although sheâs completely different now, the age matches up. Also, her current face is somewhat similar to Uncle Guâs, especially the nose. She didnât look like Uncle Gu at all when she was young but looked more like Auntie Gu.â He originally thought Gu Nianzhi would look like Gu Yanran once she grew up but later on found out that wasnât the case.
âYou saw her often?â He Zhichu actually didnât have much interest in listening to Ye Xuan talk about these things, but Gu Nianzhi cared about Ye Xuan and Gu Xiangwen, so he had no choice but to get some information.
âNot all the time.â Ye Xuan lost himself in the memories. âWhen Uncle Gu came to the orphanage, he sometimes brought her along. At the time she always wore a big, white, wide-brimmed hat and a pink princess dress. Uncle Gu held her hand.â
It had been so many years ago, yet Ye Xuan remembered it so clearly, so it was obvious it made a lasting impression. He Zhichu didnât know what to say so he could only listen in silence.
Ye Xuan was quiet for a while before admitting shamefully, âLater on I fell into the ocean, and she saved me. Because of this she got sick, and I was sent off to the US to attend boarding school. We were separated for so many years and when I returned, I... then... recognized the wrong person.â
He Zhichu casually draped his other hand on the seat, and his finger made gentle and intermittent taps as he remarked dryly, âIf you can even mistake her for the wrong person, then itâs clear your impression of her is only that.â
Ye Xuan shook his head with a wry smile. âRight, most of my impression of her is from the years of chatting online with her. It was after that we became close, and I finally knew that she had always been sick. Uncle Gu was very worried about her health and doted over her care.â
âShe was sick?â He Zhichu was surprised, and his fingers stopped tapping. âNianzhi was sick when she was young? Are you sure?â
âShe said so online, that she was in poor health and was sick ever since she was born. Her parents were very good to her but didnât know if they could cure her.â Ye Xuan propped his head up on his hand and leaned on the car window on the other side, his chiseled features appearing even more gentle with his reminiscing, as though the knife-like sharpness was sheathed by the scabbard.
Now it was He Zhichuâs turn to frown. âWho is Gu Nianzhiâs mother?â He Zhichu shifted with some unease, his gaze peering over from his long and narrow eyes.
Ye Xuan wasnât close with Gu Nianzhiâs mother, so he thought about it and said, âI think her name was Grace. I heard Gu Nianzhi mention it online once. Her mother and Uncle Gu used to be classmates and had a very good relationship.â They sounded like a normal and happy family, but unfortunately the family was nearly broken apart now. He Zhichu was in a bit of a daze. It really wasnât the same... The two men both lost themselves in their own thoughts, so no one spoke in the car.
The silence wasnât broken until the driver suddenly called He Zhichu through the cabinâs communication system. âMr. He, I just received news that the road ahead has been blocked off. We must take another road.â
He Zhichu straightened in his seat to ask, âWhatâs going on?â
âThe radio says the fleet for the Commander of the Pacific Fleet has arrived, so we must all make way for him.â The driver sounded a bit indignant as he slammed the steering wheel. There was a thump from the communication system.
He Zhichu squinted in consideration. âAre we on Highway 95 yet?â
âNot yet. Weâd have to exit this highway before getting on the 95.â
Route 95 was an interstate highway that spanned the entire US, so they were still driving on the Little Rock Canyon highway.
âIf we detour, how long will that take?â
âIt depends on the situation, but now that nobody can leave and are all stuck, it wonât be easy to turn around.â The driver was also very helpless and turned on the GPS to reroute.
He Zhichu rubbed his forehead, considering what to do.
Ye Xuan was very surprised to hear the Commander of the US Pacific Fleet was coming. âWhatâs this person doing in Little Rock Canyon?â
âI heard that heâs here to inspect Ovi Air Force Base.â The sneer on He Zhichuâs face was growing bigger. âWho does he think he is...â
Ye Xuan had studied in a boarding school in the US, so he was familiar with
American political news. He heard that it was the commander of the US Pacific Fleet and couldnât help laughing. âDid he want to come here on his own, or did someone set him up?â
âWhy do you say that?â He Zhichu put down his hand and contemplated rerouting or waiting to leave once the martial law was lifted.
âThis commander of the US Pacific Fleet is Japanese, and Ovi Air Force Base was the training ground for the B-18 bomber. The airplane and pilots who dropped atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki in Japan all those years ago trained here. But the Japanese commander has personally come to inspect this Air Force base. Tell me, is this commander too generous of a person, or is someone purposely giving him trouble?â As Ye Xuan spoke, he looked around to try to figure out where they were right at that moment.
He Zhichu laughed. âMaybe itâs neither. Japanese people have a problem called âfearing authority but not virtue.â Simply stated, there is no point in getting them to respect your virtue. You must beat them to the ground before they act respectfully toward you.â So although the Americans taught the Japanese a harsher lesson than the Japanese had taught the Americans, Japanese people didnât hate the US military. In fact, they had an inexplicable affection for them.
Ye Xuan seemed to understand something once he heard this. âSo you mean that this commander doesnât see himself as a Japanese person?â
âNo, itâs exactly the opposite. He sees himself as a Japanese person.â He Zhichu laughed when he said this and also made up his mind. âReroute to the 95.â
Not far ahead, they could already see the vehicle procession for the commander of the US Pacific Fleet making its grand entrance in their direction. In the very front were eight motorcycles clearing the path, and there were four identical bulletproof Ford limousines. Behind the limousines were two trucks. In the back of the trucks were about a hundred fully-armed soldiers sitting rigidly, all wearing balaclavas covering their faces.