The answer was on the verge of revealing itself.
Watching the panic that flashed through Li Junping’s eyes, in that moment, Ning Yibin’s heart felt like it was struck by a heavy hammer.
It seemed Zhang Yun’s intuition had not been wrong.
Qin Jian, there was an eight or nine out of ten chance that he was his own flesh and blood!
To avoid alerting the quarry, Ning Yibin smiled and laughed, his deep voice resonating in the air, "Qin Jian, your mother is quite young, isn’t she? Her demeanor is really good, much better than the other villagers."
Li Junping couldn’t feel happy when Ning Yibin complimented her; her expression stiff, she responded with a couple of sentences, "Really? Ha ha, maybe! Please come in."
An Hao had already begun to see some clues; the unnaturalness on Li Junping’s face had to some extent confirmed her suspicions.
It looked as though a big incident was about to happen in the Qin family.
An Hao didn’t want to meddle in this matter, and so she took her leave from Li Junping and went back to her own home.
Li Junping had invited the Ning couple into the house and brewed tea for them, then she sneaked out of the room with Qin Jian, "Jianzi, why did the Commander of the military district think to visit our home?"
"I heard the scenery was nice around here, so he came over to relax," Qin Jian said, noticing Li Junping’s nervous expression, and asked indifferently, "Mom, what’s wrong? Is there a problem? You seem a bit flustered?"
"Don’t talk nonsense. What panic? I’m just nervous! How can I not be nervous with such a high-ranking official visiting our home? What if I can’t host them properly?" Liu Junping asked.
"Don’t be nervous, they’re very kind."
Li Junping nodded her head and then asked Qin Jian, "This Commander, he must be over fifty by now, right? Why haven’t I seen his son?"
The subject changed a little too quickly, clearly arousing Qin Jian’s suspicion, "Why are you asking about his son?"
"Ah, I was just asking casually. You said your Commander is a high-ranking officer, then his son must be in a position like a regimental or divisional commander, right?" Li Junping started to fantasize.
"I’m not sure about that." Qin Jian did not share the true situation with Li Junping. He felt that his mother was behaving too oddly today, and the more abnormal her behavior, the more certain he was that there was a problem.
"I’m pretty sure it can’t be wrong," Li Junping said.
Just as they spoke, Qin Feng returned from outside, carrying two cans, "Mom, brother! Do we have guests at home? I heard that two people came to our house, holding a bunch of delicious things. Things we’ve never seen in our village."
"What? Is there nothing else in your head but food? Go inside and take care of the guests," Li Junping shouted, and Qin Feng obediently ran in to attend to the visitors, possibly even snagging some tasty treats.
Qin Jian watched Qin Feng happily trot inside, a faint worry brewing in his heart, afraid that her gluttony might cause some trouble over food in the future.
When Qin Feng entered the house, she immediately noticed the pastries on the table, the soft cupcakes, and the osmanthus cakes she had never seen before.
Zhang Yun, seeing Qin Feng’s appearance and noting the resemblance to Ning Bo from their family, realized that these two looked more like siblings.
People from the military had teased her before, saying they looked good, so why wasn’t the child good-looking?
Not at all like a child of the Ning family, and now she finally understood why.
Feeling a mix of joy and anxiety, and even a faint sense of hate, she knew that if the children were really related to this family, she would tear their roof off.
Ning Yibin patted her hand, motioning her not to be hasty.
With patience, Zhang Yun picked up a piece of osmanthus cake from the table and offered it to Qin Feng, "Sit down and eat!"