[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-rising-in-1979":3,"chapter-rising-in-1979-rising-in-1979-chapter-499":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Rising in 1979",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2261207,4412,"Chapter 499: oh，yes！","rising-in-1979-chapter-499",499,"\u003Cp>“I just let out a fart,” the old ghost said, gripping Wei Anping’s shoulders to stop him from turning around. “Shout now—Dad, Father, Old Man, Lao Dou, Father, whatever you like!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Anping wanted to shout, but he was completely distracted—who the hell lets out a fart that curves around and comes from behind? Is that even logical!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s put our business aside for now—there’s definitely someone there, and this can’t get out!” He moved to investigate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Wei Jiefang stepped out from the shadows: “Am I someone else? You’re not going to kill me over this, are you, Anping?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, brother, my dear little brother!” Wei Jiefang opened his arms and embraced Anping with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Wei Jiefang, Wei Lingling stepped forward: “Big brother, second brother, and don’t forget me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the little sister was here!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came Wei Hong: “Uncle, I’ve always treated you like my own uncle, never imagined it was actually true—maybe this is just telepathy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Anping: Telepathy is only for twins, isn’t it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Wei Xi, one of the twins, also appeared—but there was no more room on the old ghost’s body, so he ran straight to him: “Grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xi Zi shouted like all seven brothers from the Gourd Brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he reached the old ghost, Lin Ni overtook him and flung herself into his arms, pressing her head against his chest: “You old devil, so you had such a moving love triangle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d always wondered why her youth and beauty couldn’t outshine the yellow-faced woman back in his hometown—turns out it wasn’t just one yellow-faced woman, but two virtuous, devoted women!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ni: Don’t worry, sisters—I’ve got Hao, I’ll make sure he spends his old age happily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old ghost rubbed his forehead. Dammit, all his efforts were ruined. Just when he was about to resolve his rift with Anping—couldn’t you all have held that fart in just a little longer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d already noticed these people had followed him, but he didn’t mind—let them listen. Saves me from explaining it all over again, repeating the same story multiple times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old ghost patted Lin Ni’s back and stroked Xi Zi’s head, while Wei Jiefang urged: “Anping, you already called me brother—aren’t you going to call our father?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Lingling: “Yes, he’s waited forty years to hear that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old ghost looked expectantly at the three siblings, gazing at them as if he were seeing again the days when he’d been with his elder brother and sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with so many people here—Wei Anping, a deputy bureau-level cadre—how could he possibly say it? “Ah, let’s talk later—it’s too late, let’s sleep, let’s sleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled Xi Zi away from the old ghost and stared at him, torn: “We’ll head back now—you all rest early too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ni: “Back where? I’ve already prepared rooms for all of you. Everyone sleeps here tonight—Lingling, don’t go home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Jiefang: “Exactly, there are three rooms!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Lingling thought a moment: “Fine, once in a lifetime—I’ll share a room with Xiao Hong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d been independent since childhood; at her age, she wasn’t used to living with her parents anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ni pushed the old ghost into the room—tonight she’d grill him thoroughly about his romantic tales with the two sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Lingling watched Xiao Hong change into her pajamas, shook her head with a tsk-tsk. Hugging Xiao Hong wasn’t as comfortable as hugging Xiao Li—looks like Xiao Hong’s nutrition all went to her brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xi Zi lay between his father and uncle. Though young, he didn’t fully grasp everything the old ghost had said to his father—but he understood now: the old ghost was his real grandfather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And apparently he had two wives—no, counting Ni Nai, three wives. So impressive—Grandpa had three wives too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xi Zi thought Grandpa was even more impressive, because Grandpa worked undercover—it felt harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle, Dad—is Grandpa China’s 007?” Xi Zi asked the two men who clearly weren’t sleeping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xi Zi had seen 007 after arriving in Hong Kong, and even the Hong Kong version of The Best of 007.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Jiefang: “Sort of. China’s Yan Shuangying isn’t inferior to James Bond abroad—your grandfather just has confidentiality rules, so he can’t talk about it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Lao thought of his own troublemaking son: two girlfriends on the mainland, one Ah Min in Hong Kong, and a first love in Britain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d always wondered how such a straightforward, virtuous man could produce such a playboy son—now he understood: it was generational inheritance, inherited from his grandfather!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you can’t tell, can you at least make a movie about it?” Xi Zi asked. “Grandpa’s old—I can play him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Anping chuckled: “You’re thinking ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gently patted his son’s shoulder. No wonder the kid was such a good actor—he and Xiaoyan had zero talent for it. Clearly, it came from Grandpa and Grandma’s genes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mother was a professional actress, but the old ghost had gone undercover in Shanghai, Chongqing, and elsewhere—his acting skills were probably several levels higher than his mother’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anping, are you going to tell Xiaoyan about this?” Wei Jiefang asked next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Anping thought: “Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You two really are deeply in love.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not exactly—I’m sure Xi Zi will tell her anyway.” Wei Anping looked at his son’s darting eyes and warned: “Xi Zi, you must never tell anyone else—do you understand? It could endanger Grandpa’s safety.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exaggerated the danger to scare him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Jiefang: “Right, don’t tell outsiders—but Ni Nai isn’t an outsider. You can tell her, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Anping: “Go ahead, go ahead—after all, Sister-in-law already knows… about the old man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Jiefang laughed: “Oh come on, he’s not even here—just call him already!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Anping: “Call what? Sleep, sleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Wei Anping woke early and found only the old ghost in the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old ghost looked hopefully at his youngest son—now, truly, no one else was around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wei Anping still couldn’t say it: “Uh, I’ll go wake Xi Zi. Today I want to take him to the film set.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he hadn’t been called “Dad,” the father and son had officially recognized each other. The old ghost felt someone else should know too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taiwan, Wei Mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Muchun hung up the phone, a satisfied smile on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the relationship clarified, Anping had officially returned to the Wei family—now the Wei clan’s third generation had two grandsons and two granddaughters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father, at last, in my generation, I see the hope of the Wei family branching out!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Ming doesn’t need to worry—I’ve heard about his ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xi Zi is still too young to shoulder responsibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be even better if Lingling could find a son-in-law to move in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I need to tell Lindi too—she’s always cared about the Wei family; she’ll be thrilled to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the guest room of the Shi family estate in San Francisco, Wei Ming and Gong Yu lay awake, having just woken up after adjusting to the time difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Yu, traveling abroad for the first time and crossing so many time zones, felt as if the world had turned upside down—so after landing, they didn’t arrange any meetings immediately, but stayed overnight at Wei Ming’s aunt’s place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aunt Wei Lindi hung up the phone, happy for her younger brother, yet also feeling a pang of sadness for herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, these younger generations are all good, sensible kids—far better than those Shi family brats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon Wei Ming brought Gong Yu to pay respects to the aunt. Gong Yu felt awkward—she hadn’t intended to reveal her relationship with Wei Ming, but the old lady had already assigned them a room together, clearly seeing right through them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Ming, do you know your Uncle Anping went to Hong Kong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, yes—I came with my father, but since I had more business in the U.S., I left earlier and didn’t meet them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aunt smiled regretfully: “You missed quite a show.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s have breakfast first—Xue is from Shanghai, our tastes should be similar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the Gong family had served the Shi family since Gong Biyang’s grandfather’s generation, they were no strangers—after breakfast, the aunt summoned Gong Biyang and others to the Shi estate, clearing space for them to reunite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Yu thought only Gong Biyang and his father would be there; Wei Ming had introduced Gong Biyang to her, so she instantly recognized him from the crowd—round face, full beard, mid-to-late thirties, under forty. As for the others…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Biyang introduced them one by one: his father, uncles, aunts, and cousins—over a dozen people. Gong Yu realized the Gong family had so many relatives overseas—she had so many cousins and nephews.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of them had ever thought of returning to China?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Biyang’s father, Gong Zhiheng, said: “Back then, the situation was too dangerous—we dared not return.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly,” added another cousin. “You’d risk yourself and drag your family down too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, they’d all been deeply influenced by the aunt, so Gong Yu patiently explained the policy: “Now the country welcomes overseas Chinese back—whether for living or tourism, we offer great convenience…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Gong Yu was meeting relatives, Wei Ming was saying goodbye to his aunt—he had to go to Los Angeles first. He’d acquired a company and was about to make a film; as the shadowy mastermind, he had to go see for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve arranged with Gong Yu—we’ll meet again in New York after finishing up in San Francisco to collect the award.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good,” said the aunt. “AMC is now fully under our control—if you face any distribution troubles in the future, just say the word.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t be polite with you,” Wei Ming smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>",1611,"2026-06-19T16:30:59.356Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","06aa8edc30efce8680ff77fd2db40c7bb7d5d4004a483a05127a06792a285557","rising-in-1979-chapter-500","rising-in-1979-chapter-498",509,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Frising-in-1979-cover.jpg"]