by the window with two cups of coffee in front of her.Chen Maidong felt his heart pounding. How long had it been since he encountered such a graceful young lady Compared to those so-called respectable...Chapter 1072 Ashes

In Dongshan Province, the small city of Ningxi.

Compared to the many bustling birthplaces of leaders that are filled with red banners and celebrations, there seems to be nothing here commemorating Su Fuhua—no memorial hall, no handwritten inscriptions, nor any slogans.

Ningxi remains unchanged—it doesn't appear very advanced but is peaceful enough.

When Wang Zheng's car sped into the city of Ningxi, two cars with Beijing license plates also fiercely arrived at another highway exit in town.

Wang Zheng knew that news was bound to leak out, yet he had no heart to care about how or when it happened. The Su family had been meticulously operating within China for so many years; they naturally have numerous unexpected pawns and methods which made obtaining such information trivial.

Wang Zheng didn't know how many cars came from all directions—He Yan already instructed the local police division to set up multiple checkpoints along the way to Ningxi, but there were still some that slipped through.

The closer the car got to their destination, the more excited Feng Changming became; his hands uncontrollably trembled—a clear sign of intense mental agitation.

These past few days, Feng Changming hadn't fully come to terms with reality. His life was almost a joke, living in lies and deceit, with his memory tampered with for decades. The truths buried in time seemed so implausible.

As the car approached the outskirts of Ningxi city, Feng Changming became so overwhelmed that he couldn't control himself anymore because everything felt incredibly familiar.

The environment here matched the distinct memories ingrained in his mind.

Beyond town was a small village with scattered houses standing lonely amidst vast open fields. Pointing at several dilapidated cottages, Feng Changming stammered out, "That's where it is!"

Saying this sentence, Feng Changming's eyes were already brimming with tears. At this moment, where was the carefree demeanor of "the boss of Pingjiang District" on him

Feng Changming left home when he was still a youth, and since then his memories had been forcibly altered.

Therefore, in the following decades, living in Feng Changming's memory was always another "mom". It was precisely because of this that after so many years without recalling her, once the memory restriction was lifted, when Feng Changming suddenly recalled the appearance of his biological mother, he felt extremely strange.

However, such strangeness could never rival the bond of blood and kinship.

Wang Zheng squinted his eyes to look at that house. It seemed like it was built some thirty or forty years ago; back then, this type of bluish-gray brick wall was still quite rare. Anyone who lived in such a house must have come from a wealthy family. But with the passage of time and weathering by wind and rain, what used to be an elegant bluish-gray brick wall has now become dilapidated.

Decades later, even the hardest things will show signs of decay. So, what about human hearts

He left home young and returned old, with unchanged accent but hair turning gray.

Feng Changming got out of the car and walked step by step towards that dilapidated courtyard, his steps extremely slow as if he carried a heavy burden on each foot.

Watching that figure, Wang Zheng let out a faint sigh.

Now he started to feel that perhaps what he was doing wasn't so cruel after all. After all, Feng Changming was about to recover the things he once had.

An old woman with white hair sat in the shade of the dilapidated courtyard; time had left deep traces on her face. However, even though she was full of wrinkles and her skin loose, Wang Zheng could still faintly see how stunning this face used to be.

Who can guarantee that their heart won't change while smiling at the changes in life Don’t cry to me, saying there’s no unaging beauty.

Feng Changming stood in front of the old lady, with his eyes closed and tears streaming down his face.

The old lady seemed to sense someone's presence. With some difficulty, she opened her eyes and looked at Feng Changming. Her originally murky gaze began to clear up gradually.

Feng Changming, with a face covered in tears, knelt directly on the ground without getting back up.

In that moment, Wang Zheng suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of emotion.

Then, he decisively turned around and left this small courtyard to this mother-son duo.

After stepping out, Wang Zheng looked up at the blue sky and white clouds in the suburbs of Ningxi and took a deep breath. The air was fresh yet melancholic.

Five minutes later, Wang Zheng finally picked up his phone and called He Yan.

"You'll never guess who she is," Wang Zheng thought about that weathered face and took another deep breath: "The national goddess of the '60s, Jiang Pingmin."

He Yan was silent on the other end of the phone for a long time.

Obviously, he too had been stunned by this news.

The dust of history always buries so much, causing so many beautiful people from the past to fade away with the wind.

"I suddenly feel that it might be somewhat cruel for them," Wang Zheng looked up at the sky filled with white clouds.

"Why At this point, why retreat" He Yan knew that the Wang Zheng of the past was someone who would do anything to achieve his goals. However, today's Wang Zheng felt somewhat unfamiliar to him, but such unfamiliarity didn't make him feel repelled.

"Everyone has their right to privacy," Wang Zheng looked back at the small courtyard with a complex expression: "They are not easy either."

He Yan on the other end of the phone was silent for a minute before saying, "Then everything is up to you."

"Alright." Wang Zheng hung up the call and immediately heard the roar of an engine.

In such a place, being able to drive at this speed clearly indicated that the visitor had malicious intentions.

Wang Zheng turned his head towards the alley entrance. A large Jeep was charging viciously in his direction, with Jinichi Mitsu as the only person standing calmly in front of it. With a flick of his wrist, the tip of his sword swung upwards, casting a chilling beam that instantly illuminated Wang Zheng's vision!

No one knew to what degree Jinichi Mitsu had honed his mad blade technique over time. The position from which he struck was precisely on the left side of the vehicle: with a single slash, he burst through the left front tire and shattered the windshield, slicing into the driver's skull!

The person sitting in the passenger seat tried to draw their gun, but at this moment, a large amount of hot viscous brain matter splattered onto his face!

This was the brains of his comrade!

After the left front tire of the Jeep exploded, it immediately veered towards a nearby low wall. Calmly stepping to the side, Jinichi Mitsu's blade sliced through, leaving a thin line of blood on the passenger’s neck!

The person in the passenger seat merely felt their neck grow cold and hadn't realized what had happened when the Jeep crashed into the adjacent courtyard wall.

With this impact, the passenger frantically discovered that his head was rolling around; the world spun out of control!hind his words once she spoke; she pinched him hard: "You dirty-minded guy, what kind of perverted stuff do you keep in your head all day"Halfway Villa No. 35 was Cai Zhiqin's residence.Today, this ol...