Chapter 33: Who Is He, Really?

“Whenever it’s delivered is fine. By the way, help me settle one thing first,” Mo Han looked up at Wu Yue, his tone calm.

Wu Yue nodded, “Just tell me. Anything within my authority is not a problem.”

Mo Han nodded, “It’s nothing major. My foster father was wounded on the battlefield years ago. He didn’t receive timely treatment and was left with a crippled left leg. But he never got the proper pension from the War Department. I won’t say whose mistake it was. I only hope that from now on, my foster father receives the pension he deserves.”

Wu Yue was taken aback, his gaze shifting to Jiang Zhizhong, eyes filled with respect.

Perhaps Jiang Zhizhong was just a low-ranking soldier in the past, but in Wu Yue’s eyes, all those who had fought on the battlefield deserved respect.

“Comrade, that was our oversight. We didn’t fulfill our duty. From this year onward, your pension will be upgraded to the special-class war injury standard,” Wu Yue said, with a hint of apology.

“Really? Is it true?” Wang Qin trembled, her voice quivering with excitement.

Over the past years, she and Jiang Zhizhong had handled the pension matters for retired soldiers, knowing the national standards. The highest was first-class, over eighty thousand a year, but Jiang Zhizhong’s crippled leg was rated only fifth-class, barely any subsidy.

Now Wu Yue promised him special-class treatment—this was extraordinary!

The annual pension would be at least over a hundred thousand!

Jiang Zhizhong and Jiang Yiran were both deeply moved.

For their family, an annual pension of over a hundred thousand was a godsend.

“It’s true, absolutely true. I’ll notify them now and have this year’s pension transferred to your account ahead of schedule,” Wu Yue smiled, taking out his phone to make arrangements.

He asked for Jiang Zhizhong’s phone number and bank account, and had the district handle the matter directly.

A few minutes later, when the Jiang family saw the transfer notification, they were overwhelmed with excitement, all doubts gone.

“Chief Instructor, I’ll take my leave,” Wu Yue said to Mo Han.

“Yes, I’m heading out as well. Let’s go together.”

Mo Han nodded, rose, and spoke to Jiang Zhizhong, “Foster father, that’s all for today. I’ll visit you again. By the way, I want to learn all the secrets of the Mo family. I hope you’ll tell me the truth then.”

He planned to ask Jiang Zhizhong first, and then the Fifth Elder, to compare their stories for any discrepancies.

“All right, all right, I’ll tell you everything!” Jiang Zhizhong replied.

Mo Han nodded, and left with Wu Yue and the others.

“Chief Instructor, allow me to escort you,” Wu Yue said respectfully.

“Very well.” Mo Han nodded and took a seat in the back of the war vehicle.

Wu Yue settled in the front passenger seat, and the driver started the engine.

Watching the vehicle slowly depart, the Jiang family still felt as if they were dreaming, unable to believe it.

The shock Mo Han brought to the Jiang family today was like a vast sea surging, spreading from their hearts outward.

It was simply unimaginable.

A figure as high-ranking as Wu Yue had personally come to invite Mo Han, and treated him with utmost respect.

Who exactly was Mo Han?

Frankly, if Mo Han hadn’t resolved Jiang Zhizhong’s pension issue with Wu Yue, and if Jiang Zhizhong hadn’t received the fifteen-thousand transfer, they would still have doubted.

After all, Mo Han was not only an orphan, but also the son-in-law of the Li family, a useless man living off others. Who could have guessed he possessed such power?

Of them all, the greatest psychological blow was felt by Jiang Yiran.

She clasped her hands tightly, trying to steady her trembling body.

Yet the more she tried, the worse she felt, until her nails pressed into her skin without her noticing.

Six years ago, when her father Jiang Zhizhong suggested she marry Mo Han in the future, both she and her mother Wang Qin strongly opposed it.

Back then, Mo Han had no abilities, just a high school student. Neither she nor her mother expected anything from him.

They both agreed that Mo Han would amount to nothing.

But now, the man they had dismissed had become someone far beyond their reach!

By her reckoning, Mo Han was supposed to live in disappointment, frequently coming to them for help.

Only then could she prove that her steadfast refusal to marry him had been the wisest choice of her life.

But—

At that moment, Jiang Zhizhong looked at Gao Jun with disdain, speaking with relish, “Mo Han’s status is noble; in the Northern Imperial Capital, the Mo family is untouchable. Your Gao family doesn’t even qualify to tie their shoelaces.

Don’t think these years of hardship mean Mo Han is worthless. One day, when a snake becomes a dragon, the whole world will be at his mercy!

And you—how ridiculous for you to send a dragon to clean toilets at your company. What an honor for your Gao family!”

“Heh, I know Mo Han best. He only tolerated you for Yiran’s sake. Otherwise, not ten, not a hundred, not a thousand Gao families could withstand his wrath!”

In that instant, Gao Jun was stunned, his face shifting between pale and flushed, a sight to behold.

“A family that’s made a little money—what right do you have to look down on others? To call you blind is being courteous.”

Mo Han had shown an old man like me some mercy, choosing not to escalate matters. Otherwise, you, a petty clown, would be facing disaster.”

Jiang Zhizhong had been stewing in anger for some time. Today, he finally felt vindicated.

Gao Jun, who had been so arrogant and self-assured, now had no courage to hold his head high, forced to endure Jiang Zhizhong’s scolding.

Even as Jiang Yiran’s boyfriend, Gao Jun had never cared about Jiang Zhizhong’s feelings, never even showing him respect.

His habitual disregard and arrogance had long frustrated Jiang Zhizhong, but seeing his daughter’s affection for Gao Jun, he had always swallowed his anger.

Otherwise, he would have disciplined Gao Jun long ago.

“That’s enough. Don’t say more. Xiao Jun is still Yiran’s partner,” Wang Qin interjected, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Though shocked by Mo Han’s identity, she felt her own son-in-law was not lacking.

One was her son-in-law, the other her foster son—both were family.

Jiang Zhizhong shook his head, disappointment in his eyes, “That’s because you don’t know Mo Han’s true identity…

Forget it, some things you’re not entitled to know.”

With that, he retreated to his room, picked up half a bottle of wine, walked beneath the big tree, and sat alone in the reclining chair, drinking in solitude.

“What is Mo Han’s identity?” Wang Qin approached Jiang Zhizhong, curiosity in her voice.

Gao Jun and Jiang Yiran also looked toward him.

Jiang Zhizhong took a sip, his tone deep, “Sometimes, the less you know, the longer you live.”

The three were startled. The more mysterious Jiang Zhizhong acted, the more curious they became.

But Wang Qin knew his temperament—if he did not wish to speak, no matter how much you pressed him, he would not utter a word.

Who exactly is Mo Han?

Their expressions differed, but the confusion in their hearts was the same.