Feng Jun arrived home at five o'clock in the afternoon that day.
It was already November, and the weather in Zhengyang was clear and fine, with temperatures not too low, but in Yuyuan, it just wasn't the same.
Continuous rain had been falling for two days, and although it was still further south, there was a bone-chilling coolness.
Li Xiaobin had originally planned to book the presidential suite at the Forestry Guesthouse for Feng Jun, but Feng Jun said, "Today I'm going home to stay."
"A son doesn't despise his mother's ugliness, nor a dog its home's poverty, " he thought to himself. Not having properly stayed home during his last two visits was already quite inappropriate.
Feng Jun hadn't informed anyone of his return. He found a familiar security guard at the Forestry Guesthouse through Gazi and quietly parked his car in the hotel's parking lot before walking home under an umbrella.
Only after he got home did he call the small grocery store to say he had arrived.
