Chapter 642: Wang Yunzhi's Phone Call

An Yinan smiled, "Yes, I will be resting for a long time this time."

She still owed an internship to the Beijing Military Region General Hospital, but she planned to report for duty in a month.

Since returning to Beijing, An Yinan would get up early every day to practice the Eight Brocades with her grandmother, then take the two babies out into the courtyard for a stroll, or chat with Beibei about some diplomatic matters.

One day, a phone call came into the Dayuan.

"An Yinan, have you forgotten someone?" An irate voice came from the other end of the line.

He hadn't even stepped out of his door for the past few days, just waiting for a call all day long.

That girl was certainly doing well; day after day, a whole week had passed, and yet the phone hadn't rung once, nor had his door been knocked on.

Was his presence really that negligible?

She had returned, and didn't even know to report that she was safe.

An Yinan helplessly rubbed her nose, then said softly, "Hua Laotou, I just came back from a brush with death; can't you let me get some rest?"

On the other end, Hua Wensheng paused, then let out a sigh.

"How are you? Are you hurt?" Words of concern slipped out before he could stop them.

The reason he was so anxious waiting for her call was also because he was afraid she might be hurt.

"I'm not hurt, just too tired; I haven't recovered yet."

During this past week, she seemed very leisurely every day, but only she knew that her spirit hadn't recovered, and her bones also felt soft and weak.

"Is it serious? Go to the General Hospital and get checked out; Old Feng was asking about you a few days ago."

Hua Wensheng could no longer be bothered to be angry and hurriedly suggested it.

Aside from his three old brothers, the only person he cared about was An Yinan.

"It's nothing, I just didn't sleep much for a month and am a bit overdrawn. I've been resting lately, stopped using my brain, and I'm already much better." An Yinan smiled; he was an old man with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

People who seem difficult to approach are often the easiest to get along with.

For example, Hua Wensheng.

People who seem to be smiling and close to everyone, but actually have eight thousand schemes in their hearts—for example, Wang Yunzhi.

"Nan Nan, this is Wang Yunzhi."

At the very beginning of the call, he had already identified himself.

An Yinan immediately realized that there was no such thing as a free lunch; why would the busy Minister Wang call her just to chat?

"Minister Wang." She rubbed her brow and greeted him gently.

"The things you told Beibei these past few days were very useful. I would like you to come to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and give these children a few lessons. What are your thoughts on that?"

Wang Yunzhi was smiling, but every sentence required deep thought; after all, no one knew which word he had used to set a trap.

An Yinan pondered for a moment, thinking about her recent affairs; she hadn't checked on the factory, and she hadn't looked at the company matters either.

She hadn't even been to the shop.

And now, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs had come looking for her...

She...

"I cannot leave the house for a week," An Yinan replied directly.

This wasn't her deliberately refusing, but rather an order from above: she was not allowed to leave the house for half a month.

Furthermore, all of Beijing was under strict investigation recently; various teahouses, restaurants, and entertainment venues had all undergone a thorough inspection.

Many people with ulterior motives had to withdraw from Beijing first, waiting for future opportunities.

This time, An Yinan's actions had touched the interests of many capitalists.

The state was not restricting her freedom, but protecting her.

"Then next week, there will be a car waiting for you outside the Military District Compound for a three-day training session. How does that sound?" Wang Yunzhi said with a smile, his tone so gentle that anyone who didn't know better would think he was talking to his own junior.

But despite his gentle tone and consultative attitude, An Yinan had no way to refuse.

This was a soft knife; if she agreed, it felt uncomfortable somewhere.

If she didn't agree, she felt it was something within her capabilities.

It was uncomfortable either way, a dilemma.

"Fine, but... I like obedient students. For those who aren't, Minister Wang had better kick them out in advance. After all... I have a bad temper and I will use force."

Now that she could use force, she didn't want to use her brain.

In the previous years, using her brain excessively had made her dislike thinking; as long as something could be solved with force, using her brain was just a waste of brain cells.

"Fine, feel free to hit them. If you beat them to death or cripple them, I'll take the blame for you."

Wang Yunzhi answered with a smile, but he also gave An Yinan a signal: the people there...

There were likely some unruly ones.

"Mama."

"Mama."

Dabao shouted, and Xiaobao didn't fall behind, shouting as well. Their voices were milky and cute, with big eyes and small mouths, and tongues still clumsy and unrefined. The two fair and chubby boys and girls looked just like the dolls in New Year paintings.

They couldn't be more delightful.

"Then... see you in a week." After saying this, An Yinan hung up the phone directly and pulled the two babies into her arms. Looking at the two little ones beaming with joy, her heart melted into a puddle.

Hearing the commotion on the other end, Wang Yunzhi was slightly stunned, then shook his head and hung up the phone.

He took out a fountain pen and wrote a list of names on a piece of white paper.

These were the people who needed to undergo training.

"Wife." In the evening, Chen Xun returned from the Military, and after taking a shower, he pulled An Yinan into his arms.

Every day, Grandpa Chen was in a bad mood toward Chen Xun; he had only seen this boy twice since he returned to Beijing, let alone coming home to stay—he was practically living at the Yun Family every day.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was a live-in son-in-law!

However, thinking of his grandson's wife and those two nursing babies, a smile appeared on his face again.

Although he had retired, how could he not know about the country's affairs?

What Nan Nan did this time made the older generation feel gratified.

Time passed quickly; the Ministry of Foreign Affairs car was waiting at the gate of the Dayuan, and An Xiangbei and An Yinan came out of the Dayuan, with An Xiangbei opening the car door.

"Sister, get in the car."

An Yinan nodded at the person driving, which counted as a greeting.

"Brother Wang, thank you for your hard work."

An Xiangbei smiled very familiarly and chatted with the person in the front.

"I am the Minister's driver to begin with, so naturally I do things according to the Minister's instructions; how could it be hard work?"

The person called Brother Wang laughed heartily, looking like he had a very good temper, and then said to the two people in the back, "Sit tight, we're setting off."

Don't let Brother Wang's cheerful appearance fool you; the speed at which he drove was not slow, but rather quite fast.

There were very few cars on the streets now, and some people riding bicycles flashed past the window one after another; the scenery kept receding, and An Yinan looked over Beijing.

A year had passed, and it seemed that Beijing was still the same Beijing, with nothing changed.

"Sister, we're here." Beibei opened the car door, let his sister get out, then waved to the driver in the car, and only then did he lead An Yinan into the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.