Father is of the dragon clan and also my partner

... From January 21st to 27th, within seven days, the Ministry of Civil Affairs launched the national level-four disaster relief response five times successively. With the strong support of departments such as the General Administration of Civil Aviation and the Ministry of Railways, the working groups rushed to the disaster-stricken areas at the earliest time to assist the Party committees and governments in carrying out the work of combating disasters and providing relief...

... On the basis of allocating 1.75 billion yuan of central funds for winter and spring living assistance on January 22nd, on January 25th, the Ministry of Civil Affairs, jointly with the Ministry of Finance, arranged 14 million yuan of central emergency disaster relief funds for both Hubei and Hunan provinces respectively to help solve the living difficulties of the affected people...

In the bustling station with people coming and going, a child kept pressing the radio channel change button on his MP3. But no matter how he pressed it, he heard the same voice all the time. The child thought it was broken. The engraved words "made in China" in silver on it were still very clear. He had just bought it last month. It was not until he saw that the TV in the convenience store beside the railway station was also broadcasting the same news that he realized he had misunderstood this MP3. It seemed that this snow disaster in China was really serious. (Narrator: Hurry up and apologize to domestic products!)

It was Jim's first time to come to this country. Unexpectedly, what greeted him was a fierce cold current. If it hadn't been for his aunt's order, he would have gone on vacation in warm California long ago.

He remembered that yesterday that woman suddenly said, "Dear Jim, my lovely nephew, you are going to China to find your father now."

"What?" There was no such word as "father" in Jim's dictionary at all. At first, he thought he had heard wrong. But his aunt's repetition confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his hearing.

"Why?"

"Don't you want the thing on your head to stay like this all the time? Although I think it's quite cute!"

"Well... as long as I go to the hospital..."

"Stop talking so much nonsense! Go now! Now!"

So that night the child was forced onto the plane, and the woman waved a small handkerchief to say goodbye. It was only after the plane took off that Jim remembered that she seemed to have ordered several books recently, such as "Evil Dust", "Flowers Bloom Without Remembering the Years" and "One Father and Three Sons". He wondered if it had something to do with this. (Narrator: Everyone knows what kind of books these are, right?)

After getting off the plane, he took a one-hour bus ride from the new airport to the central bus terminal in the city center, and then transferred to a public bus to reach his destination. Jim estimated that it would probably take half an hour. Unfortunately, he underestimated the "prosperity" of China.

Walking out of the bus terminal, he was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he couldn't say a word. There were people everywhere, just like ants, densely covering the entire square. On one side of the square were sheds made of plastic, and they were also full of people.

If Jim remembered correctly, beside the bus terminal should be the railway station. What were these people gathering in the square in front of the railway station for? When he was abroad, Jim had only seen so many people during celebrations. Only after hearing the conversations of the people passing by did he know that the Spring Festival was coming soon and these people were all waiting to buy train tickets to go home. However, due to the snow disaster, many railway lines were interrupted, and the chance of getting a ticket was extremely slim.

It was such a cold weather and it was also raining. Many people were still taking the elderly and children with them. Jim couldn't understand at all why they had to go home so hard. Seeing the anxiety and expectation on those faces, Jim felt a bit uncomfortable. But that was none of his business. It was more important to get to his destination quickly.

Seeing a blond young man in front of him, Jim walked over and politely said, "Excuse me! Can you tell me the way to the Garden Hotel?"

The young man spat out half in Mandarin and half in English, "Come on, don't speak gibberish. Speak Putonghua, please!"

Jim thought to himself, "What the heck! He's a fake foreigner." Then he said in a bit stiff Mandarin, "Can you tell me how to get to the Garden Hotel?"

"That's easy! Take a taxi!"

However, taking a taxi was definitely not a good choice. Jim finally experienced the "prosperity" of China's traffic. After being stuck in traffic jams caused by cars, people... (Narrator: What else could be stuck?) It took a full two hours to reach the destination.

The Garden Hotel, a leader in the industry, has enjoyed a high reputation both at home and abroad for twenty years since its opening in 1985. It is currently the largest five-star business hotel in China. It consists of two connected "Y"-shaped buildings, namely the hotel building (the west building) and the Garden Tower (the east building). Its appearance is very elegant, just like a beautiful piece of art.

When he arrived at the entrance of the hotel, Jim immediately wanted to beat up the person who had given him directions. It turned out that the hotel had special vehicles shuttling between the new airport and the hotel every day. He had wasted a lot of time. That person must have never heard that wasting time is equivalent to murdering for money.

Pulling down the brim of his hat, he walked into the hotel. The magnificent and gorgeous interior decoration made Jim stare in amazement.

The lobby design combines the artistic features of Chinese and Western cultures. There is a huge marble mural with gold foil; a stone carving named "Water Town Scenery". In the very center of the ceiling, there is a caisson with the pattern of "Golden Dragon Playing with a Pearl". In addition, there are lacquer paintings such as "Hundred Beauties" and "Hundred Steeds", as well as an antique revolving teak staircase, which makes the lobby full of noble and classical charm.

"Excuse me. What can I do for you?" The beautiful voice brought Jim back to his senses. The pretty waitress was smiling at him.

"Well... I'm looking for my father."

The child was about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a beret, big brown glasses on his face, and a scarf pulled up high, so his appearance couldn't be seen at all. He was wearing a knee-length coat, leather shorts and long boots, looking really cute. The waitress thought he was the child of a hotel guest and had got lost from his parents.

"What's your father's name?" The waitress smiled even more kindly.

"Ao Guang. The Ao of the writer Li Ao, and the Guang of 'brightness'." Before getting on the plane, his aunt had forced him to practice saying this sentence in Chinese countless times. Now this was probably the sentence he was most proficient in.

"Okay, please wait a moment." The waitress opened the search interface, entered the name, but there was no such person found. The waitress didn't give up and expanded the search range to the lists of employees and visitors, but the result was still the same as before.

Chapter Two

"Little friend, do you know your parents' phone numbers?"

The child shook his head.

"It doesn't matter. Sister will definitely help you find them." Feeling that the child was very pitiful, the waitress' maternal instinct was suddenly aroused.

"No need. I'll find them by myself." Jim didn't want to waste time and walked straight towards the staircase.

The waitress panicked all of a sudden. She couldn't let a child who had got lost from his parents run around in the hotel. If the manager found out, she would be in big trouble. (Narrator: What a terrifying description!)

"Please wait a moment. We will definitely help you find your father. Then we'll pack it up and send it to you. Please go home and wait..." (Narrator: That seems to be the way to handle lost items!)

Jim walked so fast that he bumped into the person coming in front of him with a thud. Just as he was about to curse a few words, he looked up and saw that the person who bumped into him was a gentle young man. He was wearing a straight white suit, and his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses had an indescribable charm.

The young man helped the child up. Every move of his was extremely elegant, and his voice was also quite gentle. "Are you okay?" The child shook his head.

"Mr. Linghu!" The waitress who came after them was extremely respectful to this person. It seemed that he should be the lobby manager or something like that.

"What happened?"

"This child said he was looking for his father, but I've checked and there's no such person in the hotel. I was just about to ask the police for help..."

The young man squatted down and asked kindly, "Little friend, what's your father's name?"

"Ao Guang. The Ao of the writer Li Ao, and the Guang of 'brightness'."

For a moment, Jim felt that the young man's eyes had turned golden, with long and narrow black pupils in the middle, just like the eyes of a wild beast. He couldn't help feeling scared and took a step back. When he looked again, the man's eyes were the same black as before and there was nothing unusual. Probably he had just been dazzled.

"What's your name?" the young man asked.

"How rude! Didn't your mother teach you that you should tell your own name before asking others' names?"

The young man wasn't angry and said, "I'm Linghu Cong."

"What? If you're Linghu Chong, then I'm Dongfang Bubai." (Narrator: So you're a "ladyboy".) Jim's aunt was a big fan of China. Not only did she move to Chinatown, learn to speak Chinese, but also read a lot of TV series and martial arts novels. Under her influence, Jim also learned a lot of things.

The young man couldn't help laughing out loud, with a somewhat playful expression, and said, "I know where your father is. I'll take you to see him." (Narrator: It's definitely abduction~~~~)

Jim followed the young man, turning left and right, and came to a big door. The wooden red-lacquered door was carved with three coiled dragons, looking very antique. The young man pushed open the door and walked in, and Jim immediately followed.

The scene inside made the child even more surprised. It was completely different from the style of the lobby.

There were vermilion railings and painted beams, carved wooden window lattices. On the bright glazed tile eaves hung palace lanterns one after another. The walls were made of jade, with colorful glazed flower carvings inlaid on them. Under the winding corridors, there was the gurgling sound of flowing water. Threads of clear water flowing down from the eaves formed water curtains. On the water floated quiet white lotuses. Under the lotus leaves, colorful koi were playing. At the bottom of the water sank transparent and colorful stones, shining with dazzling light.