Disbelief and disappointment, as well as the disappointment of their unfulfilled hopes, suddenly appeared on Fang Jiangtao's and Gu Anning's faces.

Ning Zhian is already forty years old; people in this era get married and have children early.

Gu Anning is only three years older than Ning Zhian, but his eldest son is already 25 years old.

If Gu Changwei hadn't been in the military, he would probably be married by now, and his kids might already be several years old and old enough to run errands.

So Ning Zhian's child is only 12 years old?

How could that be!

But Ning Zhian couldn't lie. This kind of thing could be easily concealed by checking the household registration.

Unless Ning Zhian's child is not registered and is given away to someone else to raise.

Otherwise, once he appears at Ning Zhian's house, this matter cannot be kept secret.

Do they really think the neighborhood committee ladies are just doing their jobs for nothing?

Because of this news, Fang Jiangtao and Gu Anning's plans fell through.

If things really came down to it, neither of them could escape. They could only slink away in disgrace.

Ning Zhian, standing behind him, revealed a smug expression.

I used to think I got married too late and my children were too young.

But at this moment, I feel that the child being too young may not necessarily be a bad thing.

At this moment, in the office of the Imperial Capital Women's Daily.

Editor-in-Chief Yao is also sorting through submissions from all over the country.

Writing a good article is not an easy task.

Although a large number of articles are sent in from all over the country every day, only a tiny fraction of them are good enough to be published.

So what these editors do every day is to select suitable, beautifully written, and insightful articles.

This is a difficult matter, and I have to control my temper.

Every day, a huge number of people lack self-awareness and write utter garbage.

Their goal is to find the hidden gems, the treasures that have slipped through the net, amidst all this garbage.

Um?

Suddenly, Editor-in-Chief Yao picked up a manuscript.

"Putting everything else aside, the handwriting is quite good. It looks neat and tidy, yet it's also full of vigor."

This is regular script, it looks like…

"Editor-in-Chief Yao? Huh? If you hadn't looked at it, I would have thought it was printed."

An editor said from behind.

Editor-in-Chief Yao smiled and said a few words to the other party: "Yes, the font is nice. The text looks good too, let me take a look first."

"Then what do you think?"

After the editor left, Editor-in-Chief Yao began reading with hope.

The opening text is not particularly elegant; it is quite simple.

It seemed as if the scent of earth was wafting towards me.

Editor-in-Chief Yao frowned; it wasn't that she couldn't accept this kind of writing.

But this is a women's newspaper, so it should at least publish articles about women, right?

But she quickly relaxed her brow.

"This happened in the countryside. Yes, although there are many cases of son preference in the city, it shouldn't be as obvious as in the countryside."

In fact, that's completely wrong.

Whether in cities or rural areas, the phenomenon of favoring sons over daughters is extremely serious.

Regardless of whether Editor-in-Chief Yao's thoughts were right or wrong, the content of this article still attracted him.

She slammed her hand on the table: "That's outrageous!"

She made up her mind to expose this matter.

"No, it must be published."

Meanwhile, in Guangdong Province, the Red Flag Brigade...

Gu Yunyang is busy too.

Today, the roof beam of his house is being raised.

This means that he's not far from moving to a new house.