Chapter 276: Still a Step Too Late

"Then what is the most crucial thing? Could it be that... he..." No way?

Zhu Yunying pressed the corners of her lips, and her little face was filled with indescribable emotions.

What's going on?

Are all the men here so useless? Are they all childless?

She suddenly thought of Zou Mei. Although Zou Mei was pregnant at the beginning, the process of giving birth to Lin Sheng was extremely thrilling and could be described as a life-or-death struggle.

Is the birth rate so low?

Seeing her grandson's wife's distress, Mrs. Feng couldn't help but laugh. "The doctor is thinking that Xiao Min was once given drugs, and now her leg hasn't recovered. It might be the result of the drugs. At the same time, the possibility of hereditary diseases being passed on to the child cannot be ruled out. He's also too stubborn. He's afraid that he won't be able to have children in the future, which will delay Panpan's pregnancy."

“…”

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yunyao breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that Deputy Captain Min should be fine. She was just overthinking things and worrying too much. Then, she became angry again and muttered, "Macho chauvinism!"

Both she and Old Lady Feng spoke in low voices before, but this time she suddenly raised her voice.

Feng Shuo took advantage of the situation and stretched out his arms, pulling the person into his arms. He even muttered to Old Lady Feng in a plaintive tone, "Grandma, did you say something bad about me?"

"You little brat! How dare you tell lies about your elders! Go back to the army right away. It seems you've been sitting around too idle."

Old Mrs. Feng snorted.

Feng Shuo replied, "I'll leave next week and take your granddaughter-in-law with me."

"Why take Yunwei away? Just stay in Jing City. The baby is born just in time for the New Year! What a mess every day."

"No, I have to be around."

Feng Shuo's eyes darkened, this statement could not be refuted.

He had personally seen Zhu Yunying helping Zou Mei give birth and knew it would be dangerous.

How could we let Yaoyao take such a risk alone?

The grandfather and grandson argued for a few sentences.

Panpan, who was sleeping soundly against the car window, was knocking his head against the window like a chicken pecking at rice.

…

The next day, Feng Shuo personally took Zhu Yunying and Panpan to the state-owned garment factory to select materials.

Greeting them at the door were the eagerly awaited Wen Wen and the tailor who was specially arranged to cooperate with them.

As soon as he saw who the tailor was, Feng Shuo let out a barely perceptible click of the tongue.

Zhu Yunwei raised her eyes and glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

There was a lot of impatience in his tone.

You're always jealous, day after day. Will it ever stop?

Feng Shuo had a cold face and was unwilling to lower his eyes. He looked straight at Song Xiaotian, but his words were addressed to Zhu Yunyao.

"I didn't do anything, but you're defending me. And you're asking me what's wrong?"

He placed his big hand on Zhu Yunwei's lower back, making her bulging belly look even more obvious.

Very provocative.

Song Xiaotian stepped forward and nodded towards Zhu Yunying: "Comrade Zhu."

He looked up at Feng Shuo again: "Captain Feng."

"Master Song." Feng Shuo's tone was calm, but his eyes were sharp. "Master Song has a strong ability to adapt! He's been able to stick with the state-owned garment factory in Beijing. His future is limitless."

"Captain Feng has also won numerous military honors. It is my honor to meet Captain Feng."

Song Xiaotian took the initiative to extend his hand.

Feng Shuo held it and tightened it.

"It's so cold." Zhu Yunying shivered, shrinking her neck, and urged Feng Shuo to hurry up. "Have you guys finished talking? Let's start early and finish early. Grandma is still preparing soup!"

Obviously, her words successfully pleased Feng Shuo.

The cold-faced soldier king finally relaxed his expression.

"Go ahead. I just happened to deliver something to Xia Jun. I'll wait for you outside."

Feng Shuo picked up the half roast chicken in his hand. Old Mrs. Feng had specially asked him to bring it to repay the favor she had done him yesterday.

Zhu Yunying followed Song Xiaotian's instructions and went to the workshop.

Feng Shuo also took the roast chicken and knocked on the door of Director Xia's office.

"Captain Feng, are you here to send Yun Wei and Pan Pan over?"

Xia Jun quickly made tea to entertain them.

Feng Shuo placed the roast chicken on the table, looked around, and asked, "Do you have any plans for our Xiaoqin?"

"Reporter Zeng? What's your plan?"

Xia Jun paused, and the boiling water poured onto the coffee table, then dripped down the edge of the table onto his feet.

Unable to hide, feeling awkward and embarrassed.

Feng Shuo picked up the teacup, blew away the tea leaves, and took a sip.

"Don't beat around the bush. Tell me the truth, and maybe I can give you some advice. Instead of following the elders' orders and going on blind dates with whatever women they want, like you're doing now. We have Yaoyao and Xiaoqin, and now there's Panpan from the old Min family... You're a factory director after all, are you really willing to play along with these tricks?"

Xia Jun put down the kettle, sat opposite Feng Shuo, took a deep breath, and chuckled:

"I grew up with my aunt, eating at various people's homes. It's true that I can't say no to the elders who have taken care of me, especially since they were all doing it for my own good. Of course, I won't blindly follow them. Whether it's a blind date or a free love relationship, it's all a matter of fate to start a family.

"You're probably still holding a grudge against me, Yun... and Comrade Zhu for dating. Now, with the passage of time and the changing circumstances, the matter between Reporter Zeng and I hasn't even begun. It's a bit hasty for Captain Feng to intervene now."

Xia Jun did not mention Panpan. Everyone knew that it was just a temporary measure to appease old lady Feng.

Feng Shuo spoke slowly and curled the corners of his lips.

"It seems you don't know, Xiaoqin already has a partner."

"What did you say?!"

Xia Junteng stood up in an instant, looked at Feng Shuo in disbelief, and said in shock, "Are you talking nonsense? You're making up stories about your own cousin just to vent your anger?!"

Feng Shuo stood up, glanced at the roast chicken on the table, and pursed his lips: "The old lady picked it herself, eat it while it's hot."

After saying that, he left.

Xia Jun still sat there, staring at Feng Shuo's back as he left, his heart beating fast and he let out a long sigh.

He refuted it verbally, but he knew in his heart that Feng Shuo didn't even bother to joke with him.

There is no need to make things up; the facts are enough to defeat him.

"It's still a step too late after all."

…

In the workshop office.

Song Xiaotian took out two picture albums and spread them out in front of Wen Wen. "I've picked out a few of the designs that Aunt Qin chose last time. Do you think you should adopt her designs? Or should we start from scratch?"

Wenwen actually thinks every style is good. After all, Aunt Qin has a sharp eye and is steady. She can hardly go wrong with the styles she chooses.

Just because Aunt Qin likes it doesn’t mean she will do it.

She looked at Zhu Yunying awkwardly: "Sister-in-law, can you give me some advice?"

"Aunt Qin is very conscious, so there won't be any major problems with the style she chose. Let's try some combinations and see if we can improve it a little bit."

Zhu Yunying glanced at the prudent style chosen by Aunt Qin, and had an idea of ​​the scale of the performance in her mind, so she couldn't make any random suggestions.

Sometimes, rules are more important than being outstanding.

Wen Wen nodded immediately: "Sister-in-law, I'll do as you say! How do you want me to cooperate?"

"Let's measure the size first. Some of the materials in stock are insufficient, so we also need to consider the inventory."

As Song Xiaotian spoke, he instructed Wenwen to ask for the size of the back of the curtain.

Panpan said enthusiastically: "I'll help!"

They went to measure the size.

When Feng Shuo came over, he could see through the lattice window that Zhu Yunying was looking down at the picture album on the table, reading it with great interest.

He didn't have the heart to destroy the quiet moment, and silently looked at his lover.

Perhaps it was because he was blocking the bright sunlight outside, and after a while, Zhu Yunying raised her head and turned to look at her.

She raised the album in her hand, smiled at him, and pointed with her hand—