The Space-Time Boss: 1970s Revolution

Chapter 92: After the Performance

As the performance began, Fu Weihao sat in the audience with little interest. He pondered quietly, thinking back to the photo he'd seen earlier. At first, he had thought he might be mistaken, but he kept the photo locked in his study drawer, away from even Tan Lingling's view.

Seeing Commander Mu's face today, Fu Weihao was secretly relieved for his choice. If others had seen the photo and then the real face, it would be hard not to think too much about it; the resemblance was uncanny.

But he was puzzled: how could this be possible?

Though he wasn't well-informed about Jing Shu's matters, he had heard about her marriage. He was too busy at the time and couldn't go back, and his father had said he would be introduced to people when his uncle brought them home.

Later, when Fu Weihao asked his uncle about their return, his father had only sighed and said it was best not to mention it again. Fu Weihao had heard from Fu Weilun that his uncle was very displeased with this son-in-law, and his tone in correspondence with Dashan Village was filled with anger and regret.

But could Commander Mu be such a scoundrel?

He had always admired him as a hero, whose bravery was well-known through various battles. It was said he had saved many comrades' lives on the battlefield. To think such a person would abandon his wife and daughter?

Fu Weihao's mind was in turmoil, struggling to reconcile his admiration for someone who had harmed his own family. He didn't know how to handle the situation but realized he was powerless to do anything.

Given his current position, even meeting Mu Lianshen was challenging, let alone seeking justice for Xiaoxiao. Acting rashly would be foolish and dangerous.

He decided he should discuss the matter with his third brother and hear his opinion.

At that moment, Tan Lingling's performance began on stage. Fu Weihao suppressed his swirling emotions, joined the audience in clapping, and managed a smile as Tan Lingling glanced in his direction.

The performance continued until noon, paused for lunch, and resumed at 2 p.m.

Tan Lingling went to the dining hall with the performance troupe to discuss the afternoon's program. Fu Weihao took Grandpa Tan and his two sons home, opting to avoid the crowded dining hall.

Indeed, it was crowded, as military personnel seldom gathered in such numbers. Since there were no training tasks that day, the dining hall was packed.

Back home, Fu Weihao made a simple meal of egg noodles with the remaining supplies. Fu Sui, a bit dissatisfied, murmured, "It's not as good as what my sister makes."

Fu Weihao glanced at him but said nothing. He knew his cooking skills were lacking and didn't have much time for cooking, so he wasn't very concerned about gourmet quality.

To him, as long as the food was cooked, it was fine. After all, it was just plain noodles with eggs—how bad could it be?

After eating, Grandpa Tan finished his noodles, wiped his mouth, and smiled at Fu Sui's unhappy face. "Ah Hao, your eldest son is quite something, daring to show up in front of the commander."

Fu Sui put down his chopsticks and said helplessly, "Grandpa, it wasn't just me there. There were so many people around. Why don't you mention that?"

Grandpa Tan snorted, "If it were just a matter of being among people, they wouldn't have noticed you, let alone called you over."

"Who knows? Maybe they just thought I looked energetic and wanted to talk to me. Leaders usually like kids like me, don't they?"

Fu Sui's casual tone changed when he saw Fu Weihao's cold gaze. He gave a sheepish smile and said, "Dad, I really didn't mean anything by it. I was just curious and looked through the binoculars a few times."