Chapter 100 Yes, my dear wife!

The task assigned to them by the Revolutionary Committee this time was relatively easy, so Xia Qianqian readily agreed. She scooped up a stack of papers and glue in her arms and turned to Lu Zheng, saying, "Lu Zheng, let's go over there."

Look at the mess around her, she was afraid of being bumped into, and she just wanted to find a quiet place to work.

But to their surprise, just as they were about to take a step, someone blocked their way.

A girl with short, ear-length hair walked briskly over, her gaze fixed on the two of them.

"Comrade Lu, so you've been here!"

Lu Zheng then turned his gaze to her, recognizing her as Li Tiemei. He simply nodded slightly and prepared to pull Xia Qianqian away. Unexpectedly, Li Tiemei showed no intention of making way.

She said eagerly, "One person is enough to write the big-character poster. I know you are particularly good at writing materials, so why don't you come and write materials with me?"

Seeing Lu Zheng remain silent, Li Tiemei quickly advised again: "Copying big-character posters is such a simple task, how can it show your skills? It's simply a waste of your talents."

She looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention, lowered her voice and said, "I've heard about your situation... The Revolutionary Committee is planning to make a big splash here. If you seize this opportunity, you might be able to turn your life around."

As she spoke, she glanced at Xia Qianqian and said disdainfully, "I understand that you are forced to get married here. But as long as you can turn things around, everything will be completely different."

At this point, a blush crept onto her face.

After all the ups and downs, seeing Li Tiemei like this, Xia Qianqian could easily understand her ulterior motives. It was only natural that her man was so outstanding and many people liked him. But this girl was both coveting her man and trying to put her down; Xia Qianqian was immediately displeased.

Besides, her mind isn't on this matter at all right now. They're working for the Revolutionary Committee, and they don't even have a clue how to deal with the 8th yet.

So she got straight to the point, asking bluntly, "You like my man?"

Li Tiemei, known as "Iron Girl" for her decisive and efficient actions, never expected Xia Qianqian to ask such a question. A wave of panic washed over her; she felt so guilty that she dared not look Xia Qianqian in the eye, secretly wondering how Xia Qianqian had figured it out.

She stammered in defense, "Who...who said that?"

Xia Qianqian looked at her with a half-smile and teased, "Isn't that right? I saw that your eyes were practically glued to Lu Zheng. I thought you liked him."

Li Tiemei's face flushed red after Xia Qianqian's direct rebuke. She stammered for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out, "We used to live in the same family compound, Brother Lu, he..."

She stared at Lu Zheng expectantly, hoping he would help her out of this predicament. But Lu Zheng seemed not to see her at all, not even sparing her a glance. Instead, he reached out and gently pressed Xia Qianqian's shoulder, bringing his face close so that Xia Qianqian could clearly see that his eyes reflected only her image.

"Jealous?" Lu Zheng's lips curled up slightly, his eyes full of laughter.

This was the first time he had ever seen Xia Qianqian with such a sharp look, and he just found her extremely cute.

"No way..." Xia Qianqian was originally focused on teaching Li Tiemei a lesson, but after Lu Zheng said that, she suddenly felt like she had really become a jealous little woman.

Just kidding, how could I possibly be jealous!

Xia Qianqian tossed her big, wavy hair, reached out and pinched the soft flesh of Lu Zheng's waist, and said coquettishly, "You've been delayed for so long, why don't you hurry up and get to work!"

Lu Zheng immediately replied in agreement, "Yes, my dear wife!"

After saying that, he took the things from Xia Qianqian's hands and followed her away.

Li Tiemei was left standing alone in the wind, her image of Lu Zheng as a stern and unsmiling tough guy shattered.

Nobody cared.

Lu Zheng followed Xia Qianqian to a relatively quiet corner.

Lu Zheng brought over a long bench and two small stools. He said to Xia Qianqian, "Qianqian, all the tables are taken. Let's write on this bench."

Xia Qianqian nodded, spread the paper on the bench, then picked up a pen, dipped it in paint, and began to write carefully on the paper.

As she wrote, she lowered her voice and asked, "We're helping out at the Revolutionary Committee now, but what about the 8th?"

Lu Zheng naturally understood her concerns; she was simply worried that she wouldn't be able to explain things to the provincial capital.

He whispered to comfort us, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. We were forced into this by the situation. If the 8th really investigates, we'll just say we infiltrated the enemy and gave them a coordinated attack from the inside. They might even praise us."

Seeing Lu Zheng's humorous appearance, her heart gradually calmed down.

As soon as Xia Qianqian finished writing a page, Lu Zheng immediately took it, brushed paste on the back of the paper, and then laid it aside.

Just then, a heated argument broke out in the office.

Xia Qianqian's nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed up again. At first, she thought the Revolutionary Committee members would stay in Xiangyang Village for a while before planning their next move. But she never expected them to be discussing a counter-offensive so soon!

She remembered what Peng Fei had told her: if the two factions really started fighting, it could result in deaths.

Although Xiangyang Village has many able-bodied men, their weapons are nothing more than hoes and sickles, which are no match for the guns in the hands of the group number 8!

Lu Zheng noticed that Xia Qianqian had stopped writing, her fair fingers still resting on the pen, and she seemed lost in thought. He took her hand and said softly, "Take a break, I'll do it."

Under Xia Qianqian's astonished gaze, Lu Zheng calmly began to write. His brushstrokes were powerful and vigorous, each stroke exuding strength and freedom. Xia Qianqian had originally thought he was just a rough man with plenty of strength, never expecting that Lu Zheng could write such beautiful characters!

Although Xia Qianqian had exposed Li Tiemei's feelings, she couldn't control her heart and kept glancing in Lu Zheng's direction.

Just then, a newly written document needed to be copied, so the team leader asked her to give it to Xia Qianqian.

She walked over and saw Lu Zheng copying. Looking at the strong and powerful characters, she couldn't help but think that with such good handwriting, if he were to help her write materials, he would definitely be appreciated by the team leader. They were short-staffed right now, and if Lu Zheng performed well, he might have a chance to stand out.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but speak up again, "Brother Zheng..."

Hearing the voice, Lu Zheng slowly turned around.

Seeing this, Li Tiemei thought that Lu Zheng regretted rejecting her before. She was about to speak, but Lu Zheng's cold eyes froze her words, leaving her unable to utter a single word.

"Brother Zheng? Are we that close?"