Chapter 362 The Lame Chief of Staff's Daily Life Taking Care of a Child

"Sure, Chief of Staff Gu."

Su Yue took a composition book out of her bag and slapped it on Gu Beichen's knee.

"Since you enjoy education so much, then start by educating yourself."

"A 500-word self-criticism, deeply analyzing your erroneous ideas about wasting food and leading children astray. Submit it to me before dinner."

Gu Beichen looked at the workbook printed with "Study hard and make progress every day" and his lips twitched.

"Could we change the penalty?"

He tried to negotiate, "Like... push-ups? Pull-ups?"

Making him write a self-criticism is more painful than making him run five kilometers with a heavy load.

Su Yue bent down and gently tapped the cast on his injured leg twice with her fingers.

Want to do push-ups?

She leaned close, her breath brushing against his neck, carrying a pleasant scent of soapberry.

"Once you can run and jump on this leg again, I'll let you do as much as you want. Do it in bed."

Gu Beichen's Adam's apple bobbed.

This woman is flirting with him again.

"Fine." Gu Beichen picked up his workbook, gritting his teeth. "I'll write it."

Su Yue straightened up with satisfaction, turned around and went into the kitchen.

Gu Beichen watched her retreating figure, shook his head helplessly, picked up his pen, and like a primary school student punished by the teacher to stay after school, began to write stroke by stroke:

"A profound self-criticism regarding the unauthorized misappropriation of high-gluten flour for non-productive activities..."

Outside the courtyard.

Zhu Cuihua was holding a broom with bald bristles and was slowly sweeping the floor.

She has been out of the police station for half a month.

Because of the seriousness of the case, although Su Yue did not send her to prison, she lost her idle position as women's director and was punished by cleaning the military compound and undergoing labor reform.

Now, Zhu Cuihua wears faded old work clothes and has messy hair; she has lost all of her former arrogance.

As she listened to the laughter coming from the Gu family's courtyard, she felt as if hundreds of ants were gnawing at her heart.

On what grounds?

Why is it that Su Yue, that capitalist's daughter, can live such a comfortable life?

She's pampered by her husband, her kids are making a fuss, and she's still making money.

Even Gu Beichen, who had a limp, acted like a grandson in front of her.

Zhu Cuihua spat on the ground.

Just then, Zhang Huilan came out carrying a basin of washed clothes to hang them out to dry.

Zhu Cuihua's eyes darted around, and she tucked the broom under her armpit and moved closer.

"Hey, big sister, doing laundry?"

Zhang Huilan glanced at her, ignored her, and swung a piece of Gu Beichen's military shirt with a loud thud.

Ever since that incident, Zhang Huilan has felt annoyed whenever she sees Zhu Cuihua.

"Big sister, please don't think I'm being nosy."

Zhu Cuihua was not giving up. She lowered her voice and spoke in a sincere tone, "I saw it all. Your Beichen was seriously injured. His leg hasn't fully healed yet, and Su Yue was making him take care of the child and even had to write a self-criticism."

“What kind of grown man does this at home? It’s just... that thing…”

Zhu Cuihua thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a word, finally blurting out, "Wouldn't that make us look like cowards? If word gets out, where will Chief of Staff Gu put his face?"

As she spoke, she observed Zhang Huilan's expression.

Based on her experience, no mother-in-law could be without feeling sorry for her son.

Seeing his daughter-in-law acting so domineeringly, he was bound to explode.

As long as Zhang Huilan and Su Yue start fighting, the Gu family will never have a peaceful life.

To everyone's surprise, Zhang Huilan didn't even lift her eyelids.

She hung the clothes on the line, smoothed out the wrinkles, and then slowly turned around.

"Zhu Cuihua, if you're bored, go and clean that public toilet over there again."

Zhang Huilan tucked the washbasin into her waistband, and her fierce temper returned.

"My husband Beichen enjoys pleasing his wife; it's just their way of having fun. What? Are you jealous?"

"That's true. Your husband is never home. If you want him to write a self-criticism for you, he'd have to have the time to deal with you."

These words pierced Zhu Cuihua's heart like a knife.

Ever since her husband, Deputy Political Commissar Zhang, was demoted, he's treated her like an enemy. He'd rather not comfort her than beat her when he gets home.

"You...you don't appreciate kindness!"

Zhu Cuihua was so angry that the fat on her face trembled. "I feel sorry for your son! He married a queen to be worshipped. Only your Gu family can tolerate this!"

"I'm willing, I'm happy."

Zhang Huilan rolled her eyes at her, "Would you want this kind of good fortune? Do you even have the life for it?"

After saying that, Zhang Huilan slammed the door shut.

Zhu Cuihua was left feeling humiliated.

Zhu Cuihua stomped her feet in anger and kicked a pebble on the roadside. However, she kicked too hard and her big toe hit the stone. She winced in pain and hopped around in place, clutching her foot.

...

After dinner.

Gu Beichen's "letter of self-criticism" passed the review.

Su Yue heated up a glass of milk for him, watched him drink it, and then began the main event of the evening—Rehabilitation.

The saying "it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone" is only applicable to ordinary people.

Gu Beichen didn't want to be a useless person.

He leaned against the wall and tried to put his injured leg on the ground.

With each additional bit of effort, a layer of cold sweat would seep out from his forehead.

The pain wasn't on the skin; it was a pain that seemed to emanate from deep within the bones, like someone was chiseling inside with an awl.

"Take a break if you can't manage."

Su Yue stood beside him, holding a towel, ready to help him at any moment.

"fine."

Gu Beichen gritted his teeth, his face was a little pale, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

He let go of the wall and tried to take a step.

shake.

It shook violently.

Like a baby just learning to walk.

But he stopped.

Although it only lasted for three seconds, the person then fell backward as if they had lost their balance.

Su Yue reacted quickly and caught his back.

The immense weight pressed down, knocking her back two steps until she hit the table and stopped.

The two were very close together.

Gu Beichen's heavy breath sprayed onto Su Yue's face, carrying a strong scent of hormones.

"Don't be a hero."

Su Yue helped him sit down on a chair, then squatted down and rolled up his trouser legs.

The scar on his leg looked like an ugly centipede, coiled up on the strong calf muscles.

Although it has healed, it is still shocking to look at.

Su Yue opened a ceramic jar next to her.

A pungent smell of Chinese medicine instantly filled the air.

This is the Black Jade Bone-Regenerating Ointment she made using the spiritual spring water from her space, along with dozens of Chinese herbs that promote blood circulation and tissue regeneration.

I used to read a prescription in the cultivation world... no, I read it in an ancient medical book. After some modifications, it has a remarkable effect on healing bones after external injuries.

Su Yue scooped out a dark, sticky ointment and rubbed it in her palm to warm it up.

Only after the ointment melted and turned into a warm, oily consistency did she place her palm on Gu Beichen's injured leg.

"hiss--"

Gu Beichen gasped.

It doesn't hurt.

It's hot.

The heat flowed down Su Yue's palm and into her skin, burning into her bones like fire.