167: Chapter 167 Returning to My Hometown

Ten days or so later, the Toxic Milk Powder Incident finally came to an end.

Those who needed to be fined were fined, and those who needed to be sentenced were sentenced.

Today, Qin Chuan received a call from his hometown.

It was from the village chief of his hometown.

To be precise, it was the home of his foster parents, where Qin Chuan had grown up and attended school until he left for Jingcheng University.

Ever since he got his first mobile phone, Qin Chuan had never changed his phone number, so it was normal for the old village chief to be able to call him.

On the phone, the old village chief only mentioned one thing: his old family house was about to be torn down by his second uncle's family, and asked if he wanted to go back and take a look.

After finishing the call, a flood of thoughts surged into his mind, and he remembered his foster parents once again.

Since transmigrating, he had never visited the original owner's foster parents; it was time to go back and pay his respects.

At the same time, Qin Chuan felt a slight sense of anger in his heart.

Why should his second uncle's family be the ones to handle the old house left behind by his foster parents?

In his memories, this second uncle's family were not good people; they had done many disgusting things. For years, they hadn't even made a single phone call, which said a lot.

They had even taken it upon themselves to deal with the old house without notifying him at all. If it weren't for the old village chief's call, he would have known nothing.

Then he would go back and take a look.

On the expressway heading towards Wanshun County, Jiangnan Province, a white Volkswagen SUV was speeding along. Qin Chuan was driving, and Zhu Qingxi was in the passenger seat.

Because he wanted to visit his hometown, Qin Chuan had asked for a few days off from his organization and told his parents about it.

Whether it was Provincial Party Secretary Qin Zhendong or Luo Rong, both were very supportive of Qin Chuan going back to take a look, at least to pay respects to his foster parents.

It was a full seven or eight hundred kilometers from Handong Province, but Qin Chuan didn't choose to take the train; instead, he drove himself. Having a car was more convenient.

"Brother Chuan, do you want me to drive for a while so you can rest?" Zhu Qingxi asked with concern.

Qin Chuan said, "I'm fine, just sit tight. We'll be there in at most an hour."

Having a good physique really made a difference; he could drive for several hours at a stretch without feeling tired. Besides, he was familiar with the road conditions here, so he wouldn't let Zhu Qingxi drive.

Upon hearing that Qin Chuan was going back to his hometown to pay respects to his foster parents, Zhu Qingxi had volunteered to come along and had also asked for a few days off from school.

She was very interested in the place where Qin Chuan grew up.

About thirty or forty minutes later, the car exited the expressway, and after another twenty or thirty minutes, the car drove into Qin Family Village.

This was a mountain village, seven or eight miles away from the town. Although a cement road had been built connecting all the villages, it was usually hard to see many cars. If there were vehicles, they were usually minivans, tricycles, or tractors.

As soon as the Volkswagen SUV appeared, it immediately attracted the gaze of many people.

Especially under the big camphor tree at the entrance of the village, where many old men and women were chatting; when they saw the car, their eyes lit up.

"Look, a car is coming!"

"That car probably isn't cheap; it must be much more expensive than the minivan owned by the family of Qin the Second!"

"Look, the person driving seems to be Qin Chuan!"

As they got closer, the old men and women saw the driver clearly and were filled with surprise.

It was actually Qin Chuan!

Qin Chuan also saw many familiar faces, so he simply stopped the car in front of everyone and got out very enthusiastically.

He took the initiative to take out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, handing them out while saying,

"Third Uncle, are you doing well?"

"Fifth Aunt, you're still the same as always, you haven't aged a bit!"

"..."

The Third Uncle was a heavy smoker who usually smoked old-fashioned hand-rolled tobacco. "Chuan'er, this is Zhonghua, right? You've made a fortune."

Qin Chuan replied modestly, "It's alright, just making a living."

Zhu Qingxi also got out of the car and handed out candies to the aunts, children, and women—the kind of high-quality milk candies she had specially bought.

The eyes of the aunts lit up.

This young lady is so pretty!

"Chuan'er, who is this? Why don't you introduce her?"

Zhu Qingxi said gracefully, "Auntie, I am Qin Chuan's girlfriend. My name is Zhu Qingxi, and I study at Handong University. I graduate next year!"

A university student too!

This is incredible!!!

"Chuan'er, you kid, you have such great ability to find such a beautiful girlfriend!"

"Chuan'er, when will you invite us to eat your wedding candy?"

Qin Chuan smiled proudly, feeling very honored, "If we get married, we will definitely invite everyone to eat wedding candy!"

Under the big camphor tree, it became livelier and livelier, with more and more people. Qin Chuan had already handed out two or three packs of Zhonghua cigarettes.

Everyone was chatting.

It looked like Qin Chuan had made a fortune outside and was doing quite well. Not only was he driving a high-end car, but he also had such a beautiful university student girlfriend.

The old village chief had probably received the news and soon came over.

"Chuan'er, you're back so soon."

Qin Chuan gave the old village chief a Zhonghua cigarette and nodded, "Yes, as soon as I received your call, I drove back."

"Is this your car? This car must cost two or three hundred thousand, right!"

The old village chief still had some discernment and immediately recognized the value of the car. Suddenly, many people were shocked.

There was only one thought in their minds: Qin Chuan had truly made a fortune.

In the countryside in 2012, very few people could afford such an expensive car. Having a car worth thirty or fifty thousand yuan was already very impressive, and one could stand tall in the village.

The old village chief nodded slightly and then reminded him, "Chuan'er, the house hasn't been torn down yet. Talk to your second uncle and his family properly. If you need anything, you can come to me."

"Thank you, Village Chief."

After thanking him and waving to everyone, Qin Chuan took Zhu Qingxi into the car and drove into the village, soon arriving in front of the house where he had grown up.

To be precise, there were two houses, almost side by side, with a distance of less than five meters between them. The one on the east side was his foster parents', and the one on the west side belonged to his second uncle, Qin Jianshe's family.

Probably hearing the commotion, the door of the red brick house on the west side opened, and a rural woman in her fifties came out to take a look.

She was slightly startled at first, then looked unhappy, with a stiff face, as if someone owed her a few hundred yuan.

After glancing at Qin Chuan, she slammed the door shut with a "bang," as if the door was her sworn enemy.

Heh.

Qin Chuan gave a cold smile.

Of course he recognized this rural woman; she was his second aunt, Zhao Ping, the wife of his second uncle, Qin Jianshe.

He hadn't been back for a few years; as relatives, they should have been very enthusiastic and happy to see him. Who would have known it would be like this, as if he shouldn't have come back at all.

Zhu Qingxi also felt the woman's great hostility and couldn't help asking, "Brother Chuan, who is that? It's as if she has a grudge against us."

Qin Chuan said, "She is the second aunt I told you about."

On the way over, Qin Chuan had already prepared her, telling her about his second uncle's family and even some of the disgusting things they had done in the past.