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The plane flew for about half an hour before safely arriving at NJ City Airport.
There were many travelers. Mo Ming pushed the items while leading Murong Lian and the other two women out of the corridor, where a crowd was holding up signs, waiting for people.
“Mo Ming, didn’t you say someone would be here to pick us up? Why don’t I see anyone?” Murong Lian glanced at the raised signs and said.
“Just because they’re picking us up doesn’t mean they have to hold signs. When you picked me up back then, you didn’t hold a sign either, did you?” Mo Ming rolled his eyes dramatically.
“Hmph, picking up a rogue like you, I’d be embarrassed to hold a sign!” Murong Lian muttered defiantly.
Mo Ming didn’t care and wrapped an arm around Lin Yuan'er, saying, “That’s why they’re also afraid of being embarrassed and don’t dare to hold signs!”
“You’re right; I think so too!” Murong Lian replied.
Lin Yuan'er watched the two bicker occasionally and smiled sweetly, “Alright, Brother Mo, Sister Lian, let’s stop arguing and look for someone so we don’t keep them waiting.”
“Exactly! Mo Ming, you should recognize them, right? Hurry up and take a look,” Jun Qianqian said while scanning the area.
Mo Ming shrugged and said, “I don’t recognize anyone.”
“If you don’t recognize anyone, what do we do now?” The three women felt frustrated and secretly complained that Mo Ming was unreliable.
“There are so many people from the old man’s side; how could I remember them all?” Mo Ming said with a light smile. “Don’t worry; just stand here and wait. They’ll find us.”
“Dream on!” Murong Lian crossed her arms. “If you don’t recognize them, they definitely won’t recognize you!”
Mo Ming remained noncommittal.
At that moment, three men in black suits with straight postures approached wearing sunglasses and respectfully said, “Ming Shao, I am Sikong Zhenghao. Old Master Mo sent us to pick you up.”
"Well, Sikong Zhenghao, the captain of the Third Squad of the Third Special Operations Brigade," Mo Ming stated, a friendly smile on his lips as he extended his hand for a handshake.
"I didn't expect my name to reach Ming Shao's ears; it's truly an honor," Sikong Zhenghao chuckled, introducing the other two individuals. "These are the members of the Third Squad, Malo and Qiuji. They are somewhat your little fans; when they heard they were coming to pick you up, they insisted on tagging along!"
Upon hearing Sikong Zhenghao's introduction, Mo Ming smiled and nodded at Malo and Qiuji.
"Ming Shao, you are our goal! We look forward to the day we can achieve even a fraction of your glory; that would be enough for me!" Malo grinned widely.
Lin Yuan'er chimed in cheerfully, "I never expected Brother Mo to have fans in the army; that's amazing!"
"Ming Shao is quite famous in the army!" Qiuji said proudly, as if he were speaking about himself. "Single-handedly infiltrating enemy territory and achieving victory every time; he's basically undefeated—a true champion!"
"Well, actually, I've been retired for quite a while now. All that glory is in the past; this era belongs to you all. Work hard, and I believe you will surpass me," Mo Ming said with a wry smile, shaking his head as he solemnly patted Malo's arm.
"You must be joking; that would be like slapping us in the face! Even if you're retired, your legend still circulates in the army. Most people I know are your fans!" Qiuji laughed.
The respect for Mo Ming was not because of who his father was but due to his own abilities!
The name "Shura" is known by all.
As members of the special forces, they regarded Mo Ming as a War God. It can be said that Mo Ming is the target every Special Forces member aspires to surpass. Malo and Qiuji joined the special forces after Mo Ming's retirement and were already well-acquainted with the legends he had created.
"Alright, Ming Shao, Old Master Mo is still waiting; let’s hurry up. The car is outside," Sikong Zhenghao instructed Malo and Qiuji. "You two should quickly help our idol with his luggage!"
Prompted by Sikong Zhenghao, Malo and Qiuji immediately took over the luggage from Mo Ming's hands.
"Let's go!"
Mo Ming arrived at the airport with three women and got into a black military armored vehicle with Sikong Zhenghao.
The three women remained silent during the ride, listening to Mo Ming chat with three Special Forces personnel about the situation in their unit. At the same time, Mo Ming hoped to inquire about his father's recent condition. When he learned that his father was doing well, he felt relieved.
Although he referred to him as "the old man," Mo Ming still had filial piety towards his father. Over the years of being away, he had not returned to see his parents, but he often thought about them.
The vehicle drove steadily out of the city and into the South Suburb area. Following a narrow road deeper into the mountains, they arrived at a group of beautifully constructed buildings, all three stories high.
This was a residential community.
If they continued further into the mountains, they would reach the military district of the Third Special Brigade. In this community, soldiers in uniform could be seen patrolling around, with guards stationed at both sides of the entrance; they were just ordinary soldiers.
Good steel is used on sharp blades; Special Forces soldiers need to train daily and be ready for missions, so these trivial matters do not concern them.
This community was specially built by the state for Mo Zhentian, a national hero. Since he still held an official position and was primarily responsible for the special military district in NJ City, the state constructed this community next to the military district for his convenience in balancing work and family life.
Originally intended solely for Mo Zhentian as a place for rest, it became too spacious if just he and his wife lived there. Not wanting to waste it, he allowed other distinguished soldiers to bring their families to live in the community, which made it much livelier.
When the vehicle entered the community and stopped in front of a house, Mo Ming and the others had not yet exited when a couple walked out from inside. The middle-aged man with a crew cut exuded an air of authority; every movement reflected a commanding presence—he was Mo Ming's father, Mo Zhentian!
The woman holding Mo Zhentian's hand looked to be around thirty years old; she was Mo Ming's mother, Zhu Hanying. Upon seeing her son after such a long time, her face lit up with excitement as she approached him. Grabbing Mo Ming's hands, she scrutinized him closely and said, "You finally came back to see me once, Xiaoming! You've lost weight; you must not be doing well out there!"
Mo Zhentian frowned and scolded Mo Ming, "Nonsense! This brat is doing just fine out there! I’ll tell you this: his wealth is hundreds of times more than mine! If he's not doing well, then no one in this world is!"
"Having money doesn't mean you're doing well! Old Mo, why don't you care about our son?" Zhu Hanying shot a glare at Mo Zhentian and gently stroked Mo Ming's face. "Look at you; there's hardly any flesh on your face now!"
"Haha, it's typical for mothers who haven't seen their sons in a while to think like this. Mom, I'm doing quite well out there; you don't need to worry." Mo Ming laughed heartily and placed his hands on Zhu Hanying's shoulders, leading her over to Murong Lian, Lin Yuan'er, and Jun Qianqian.
"Mom, let me introduce you..." Before Mo Ming could finish his sentence, Mo Zhentian walked over and playfully slapped him on the head. "Ungrateful brat! You only introduce your wife to your mom? What about introducing her to me?"
"Come on, old man, don't you already know?"
Heaven and earth can witness that Mo Ming truly did not overlook Mo Zhentian's feelings; he simply thought that Mo Zhentian was already aware of Murong Lian and the other two, so he planned to introduce Zhu Hanying first before introducing the three women to Mo Zhentian and Zhu Hanying together.
Mo Zhentian replied irritably, "How would I know!"
"Alright then..." Mo Ming said with frustration, and proceeded to introduce the three women to his parents while also introducing them to Mo Zhentian and Zhu Hanying.
As soon as the three women saw their mother-in-law, they shyly greeted, "Hello, Father-in-law and Mother-in-law."
Mo Zhentian smiled and nodded.
"Good, good, good! All three of you are so lovely. Xiaoming is really lucky to have you by his side; I'm so happy for him," Zhu Hanying said with a beaming smile. She immediately showed favoritism towards her daughters-in-law, saying, "If he dares to bully you in the future, just let me know. I won't let him off easily!"
"Brother Mo treats us very well; he won't bully us," Lin Yuan'er said obediently.
Murong Lian and Jun Qianqian also expressed that Mo Ming treated them well. No matter how mischievous they were on ordinary days, they still needed to show some decorum in front of their elders. Although Murong Lian and Jun Qianqian sometimes teased Mo Ming, they dared not speak ill of him in front of their formidable mother-in-law.
"I treat them exceptionally well; otherwise, how could your son bring back three beautiful and charming daughters-in-law all by himself?" Mo Ming said without modesty.
Zhu Hanying shook her head in exasperation at Mo Ming. "You better treat them well. Having three women follow you is a huge responsibility. If you mistreat them again, that would be heartless. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand," Mo Ming nodded repeatedly, promising, "I guarantee I won't let down their affection."
"That's good to hear." Zhu Hanying looked at Lin Yuan'er and said, "Yuan'er, let me take a look at you. This girl has really transformed; she’s becoming more beautiful by the day! The water-like girl from childhood has turned into a graceful young lady in the blink of an eye. I feel like I've aged..."
Lin Yuan'er took Zhu Hanying's hand and said, "Mother-in-law, you're not old; you're still young! When we first met, I almost didn't recognize you; I thought you were Brother Mo's sister."
"You! You have such a way with words; you must have learned it from Xiaoming—such smooth talk!" Zhu Hanying shot Lin Yuan'er a playful glance before turning to Murong Lian and Jun Qianqian. "Lian Lian, Qianqian, there's no need for you two to be so formal. We're family now; feel free to say whatever's on your mind."
"Mm." Murong Lian and Jun Qianqian nodded.
Since Lin Yuan'er had met Mo Zhentian and Zhu Hanying when she was young, she felt little restraint and actively engaged Zhu Hanying in conversations about women's topics. However, Murong Lian and Jun Qianqian, being girls themselves, felt a bit shy and awkward meeting their in-laws for the first time.
Zhu Hanying, the mother-in-law, was quite gentle, speaking to them with a kind smile and calm words. Soon enough, they began to adapt and became somewhat more natural.
"Lian Lian, how has your father been lately?" Mo Zhentian asked.
Murong Lian smiled and replied, "My father has been doing well recently. He even told me that he wants to come visit you and have a chat sometime."
"Haha, that would be great! It's been a long time since I had a good drink with my old comrade. When he comes over, I will definitely get him drunk!"
"Mm, I will let my father know," Murong Lian nodded with a smile.
As they chatted, Zhu Hanying took the three women to look at the house.
(Note: Today I moved into a new home and really got drunk~~ feeling quite uncomfortable, so I can only write a chapter for everyone. I will be very busy these days, but I promise that once things settle down, I will write more chapters.)
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