Reborn in the 1980s: I became a stepmother in the 1980s Ⅱ

Part 269 The Northwest is not barren

"Commander Zhou, you have a letter." There was a knock on Zhou Yue's door.

Zhou Yue stood up to open the door and found an envelope from Yunnan-Guizhou-Sichuan Province.

He reached out to take it and was just about to close the door when he heard an urgent voice, "Zhou..."

"Bang—" With a loud noise, the door was slammed shut.

Gasping for breath, Yang Yujie thought, *I was so happy. All the way here, I kept thinking that no matter how special Zhou Yue is to that Si Nian, he ultimately chose to return.

Si Nian is nothing special.

Men are good at pretending; no matter how well he treats her, it's just a facade.*

She wasn't trying to ruin their relationship, but she instinctively didn't believe that Zhou Yue, who was cold to everyone, could truly fall in love with a woman.

If he really had feelings, he wouldn't have waited until now.

Yang Yujie felt that she had won.

She had been back for a while and didn't quite understand why her father assigned her so much work.

It wasn't until she accidentally overheard her subordinates gossiping that she realized Zhou Yue had actually returned.

Thinking of that father, Yang Yujie's expression darkened.

If it weren't for him, her brother wouldn't have died, and Zhou Yue wouldn't have left.

Although she didn't fully understand what conditions he had used to get Zhou Yue back, it was ultimately good for her.

Yang Yujie was a self-respecting woman. She knew Zhou Yue was married, so she had always suppressed her feelings, not wanting to be seen as someone who would disrupt their relationship.

Since she had waited for him for so many years, she didn't mind waiting a little longer.

This time, she had checked; Zhou Yue had divorced his previous wife after less than a year together.

Now that Zhou Yue was gone, Si Nian was left alone with three children, none of whom were her own. She didn't believe that anyone could genuinely care for children with no blood ties.

Eventually, the truth would come to light.

However, all these beautiful thoughts were shattered when Zhou Yue slammed the door shut without a hint of mercy.

Yang Yujie told herself that Zhou Yue was just being cautious.

That's right; after all, he was married now.

He must be avoiding any awkwardness; otherwise, he wouldn't be so indifferent.

As she comforted herself with these thoughts and turned to leave, someone called out to her.

"Commander Yang, the chief wants you to come back early today."

She was stopped by her father's bodyguard.

Yang Yujie's expression darkened slightly, and her tone was not very polite: "Got it."

At the Yang family home, two men sat in the living room. One was in his fifties, with slightly graying hair, dressed in a Zhongshan suit.

Opposite him sat Wang Jianguo, dressed in a sharp military uniform.

Wang Jianguo's hair was still messy, a cigarette clenched between his teeth. At thirty-three, he looked much more mature than Zhou Yue. His face was lined with scars, which, while somewhat fierce, only added to the allure of a seasoned man.