As Feng Qingxue said this, she was reminded of an incident.
Fang Ning, a soprano singer of a future generation, was a true singer and artist. She never meddled with messy affairs, even though she was renowned worldwide, she only performed for the morale-boosting shows within the military. At this moment, she was merely 22 years old. Although she was not exceptionally beautiful, she was considered a beauty with her natural and stately charm, which made people feel comfortable looking at her.
Such a beauty did not marry any high-ranking military officials nor did she become anyone’s mistress. Instead, she remained single for her entire life. The reason was because in the year ’64, during one of the military’s morale-boosting shows, a strict inspection caught her with a love letter she had just received and hadn’t had the chance to destroy.
According to Fang Ning’s memories before her death, the love letter was received just as a New Year’s Eve party was ending. She did not know who slipped it to her amidst the chaos. She hid in her blanket late that night, using a flashlight to read the letter before hiding it in her clothes, planning to destroy it the next day. But the inspection was too abrupt and she never got the chance.
She was an innocent bystander caught up in an inspection that was not originally aimed at her.
This love letter sent her and the soldier who pursued her into a deep abyss.
Various criticisms, attacks, and rejections soon followed.
From then on, Fang Ning could no longer perform on stage. She had to do various chores in the art troupe, facing the mockery and ridicule of her colleagues. During exceptional times, she suffered a lot. The seized love letter became a lifelong fetter. Whenever someone had spare time, they would drag her out to openly criticize her. The verbal abuse was unimaginably harsh, and she often suffered physical bullying as well.
This experience made her give up on the idea of marriage, even though there were quite a few high-ranking officials and rich businessmen willing to marry her openly.
The soldier who wrote her that love letter was Qiao Desheng. He stepped forward and took all the blame upon himself, claiming that he was smitten at first sight with Fang Ning and thus wrote the letter and slipped it to her amidst the chaos. There was nothing improper between the two of them.
However, nobody believed that there was only this unrequited love letter between them.
Qiao Desheng died. How he died was something that Fang Ning did not make clear, and Feng Qingxue had no way of finding out. Yet, she did not wish for Fang Ning, the earnest singer who had spent a lifetime in her career, to go through a nightmare lasting over a decade starting from today.
It was merely a love letter. A love letter, from one admirer, wasn’t a secret liaison that disregarded ethics and morality.
Thus, Feng Qingxue opened Fang Ning’s clothes bag. Behind her pale face and without her or Guo Xiuying noticing, Feng Qingxue hurriedly searched and slipped her hand into the clothes. Once she touched the love letter, she immediately stashed it into her space, leaving no trace behind. Then, she took out the clothes one by one, shook them, and showed them to Guo Xiuying, "Sister-in-law, see, there’s nothing abnormal."
Upon hearing this, Fang Ning was stunned and stared blankly at Feng Qingxue.
Guo Xiuying checked carefully again, and indeed, she did not find anything against the rules, "Then next!"
The two, along with Xibao, bypassed Fang Ning directly. Fang Ning was left alone to tidy up her clothes. After looking over and over again, she could not find the love letter she had hidden. Her heart finally settled, yet she was immensely grateful towards Feng Qingxue.
She knew that the letter must have been hidden by Feng Qingxue. Otherwise, Guo Xiuying would not have overlooked it during the inspection.
Fang Ning had dodged a bullet, but others were not so lucky.
Over at Wang Xinru’s side, a female art soldier’s letter was found full of sweet words. There were love letters written to her by a man, and also her unsent love letters to that man. The female art soldier immediately broke down and wept.
... It’s eight o’clock, let’s update a few Chapters now, ask for votes, the monthly ticket seems to be hanging at the tail end of the thirties, yesterday’s monthly ticket was very powerful.