She Lives without Regret in This Life

”Why not? What’s wrong with me?”

She gave her a once‑over from head to toe and said dead seriously, ”Everything’s wrong. Most importantly, your brain doesn’t work right.” She was worried on Ping Qing’s behalf—how could he have such a stupid younger sister.

”You...” Ping Simin almost lost her temper again, but she had at least taken in some of what Zhu Meihua just said. She forced down the extra anger in her chest and let out a cold snort.

”I’m not going to管 you, and you’d better not管 me either.” With that, she stomped upstairs.

Gu Yunbo sat honestly on a chair in the living room, staring dumbly. She hadn’t expected Ping Simin to be this bold—going upstairs on the sly when the hosts weren’t even there.

Upstairs was usually the master bedroom and study; going up without being invited was seriously losing face.

Maybe Ping Simin’s footsteps were too loud, or maybe Ping Guo Fei had long guessed what his daughter was like. Just as Ping Simin sneaked past the big study and was about to slip inside, the study door suddenly swung open, and father and daughter ran right into each other.

Ping Simin was scared half to death.

”What are you doing?” Ping Guo Fei was so furious he was about to explode. He glared hard at his daughter, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her downstairs.

Their voices were loud; even Zhu Meihua in the kitchen heard them.

”What’s going on?” She looked at her husband, guilty and uneasy.

”Take her back.” Ping Guo Fei was pretty frightening when he lost his temper. Zhu Meihua nodded, said nothing, and dragged the unwilling Ping Simin out.

It was really a bit embarrassing. Gu Yunbo stood up lazily, about to follow them out, but Ping Guo Fei stopped her.

”Yun Bo, wait.”

”Me?” She looked at Ping Guo Fei, puzzled.

”Mm. Come with me to the study.” Ping Guo Fei called over his shoulder and, ignoring the ugly expressions on his wife and daughter’s faces, went upstairs ahead of her.

Ping Simin’s eyes were practically spitting fire, and even Zhu Meihua looked at her husband, flustered. Luckily the mother and daughter still knew this wasn’t a place where they could throw a fit and scream, so, unwilling as they were, they left first.

Gu Yunbo followed Ping Guo Fei into the big study and immediately saw Meng Xingzhi sitting behind the desk. Just like in her memory—elegant, cultured, and impeccably poised.

”President, this is my foster daughter.” Ping Guo Fei said respectfully, motioning for Gu Yunbo to greet him.

”Hello, President.” Gu Yunbo stood there like a wooden stake, staring straight at Meng Xingzhi. All she could think about was how much pain this father must have gone through after Meng Fan’s sacrifice.

According to Sheng Ning, when Meng Fan’s remains were brought back from the battlefield, Meng Xingzhi personally received them.

What he received was both a heroic comrade and his own flesh‑and‑blood son.

Just now, Meng Xingzhi had listened to Ping Guo Fei lavish praises on his foster daughter, but what father doesn’t think his own child is the best? He didn’t take it very seriously, and was only meeting her to give his subordinate some face.

But the girl’s reaction in front of him was far beyond what he’d expected. The way she looked at him—was that... sympathy?

”Your name is Gu Yunbo? I’ve heard your skills are very good. Are you planning to join the rescue team in the future?”

Gu Yunbo nodded slowly. ”That’s right.”

”Then what are you planning to do there? Girls usually choose the arts side, or go into communications or medical work.” Meng Xingzhi had a good temper and spoke kindly.

”I want to join the rescue team proper.”

”There are no arts positions in the rescue team, so you can only choose communications or medical. But once you’re assigned to the rescue team, it’s tougher than in ordinary companies.”