Reborn in the 80s and Remarrying an Officer, Let the Ungrateful Cry! novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Going to the Research Institute

Hearing this, Director Zheng was overcome with respect.

’For someone so young to adopt another person’s children in this day and age is truly remarkable.’

’After all, raising a child is no simple matter, let alone two.’

’Who would willingly take on two extra mouths to feed?’

’Still, that comrade-in-arms—the father of those two kids—he was a remarkable man, too.’

"That’s wonderful! Let’s go!"

"Okay." Fu Mingxue hadn’t expected her mother-in-law to offer an explanation.

’It would have been fine even if she hadn’t said anything.’

’As long as she was raising them, she would treat them as her own.’

’If she and Qin Wenhao ever divorced, her bond with the children wouldn’t end just because of that.’

’Unless, of course, Qin Wenhao forbade her from seeing them. That would be a different story.’

Once the two of them had left, Mrs. Qin and Mrs. Fu looked at each other.

"Since Mingxue is busy," Mrs. Qin said to Mrs. Fu, "why don’t we look around the university ourselves? We’re here already, after all."

Mrs. Fu didn’t know the first thing about the place, but since her daughter’s mother-in-law had made the suggestion, she agreed.

"—Alright then."

"Let’s go!"

The two grandmothers, each holding a child, set off.

And it must be said, they made for quite an eye-catching sight.

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Fu Mingxue hadn’t ridden her bicycle today.

So Director Zheng offered to find someone to borrow one from.

As luck would have it, they ran right into Yan Feng.

"Yan Feng, let Classmate Feng borrow your bicycle for a bit."

Yan Feng was quite surprised to see Director Zheng and Fu Mingxue together.

"—Of course. I’ll go get it now."

"We’ll go together. My bicycle is parked over there too."

So the three of them walked over together.

Yan Feng was curious, but he wasn’t foolish enough to ask any questions.

He took out Fu Mingxue’s initial draft, handling it as if it were a precious treasure.

The man he called Old Ji was an elderly gentleman of about sixty with salt-and-pepper hair.

"What’s with all the shouting? What is this?"

"You’ll know once you see it. Be careful, now. Don’t tear it."

Old Ji: ...?

He shot him an annoyed look. ’What incredible treasure could this be? What’s gotten Old Zheng so worked up?’

However, the moment he took the drawing and saw the intricate design, his eyes were instantly glued to the page.

"Is this... an engine?"

’And a very unusual one at that.’

"Correct. It’s a new, improved engine model. Look, all the data is marked on it. You’re the expert in this field; you’ll understand it best."

Old Ji’s expression immediately turned serious.

The more he looked, the more shocked he became. His eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his hands began to tremble with excitement, shaking uncontrollably.

"—Did you develop this?"

"What are you talking about? This is the initial design draft drawn by one of my students." Director Zheng gently pushed Fu Mingxue forward. "And I’ve brought her to you. This is Comrade Fu Mingxue."