"Did Comrade Feng tell you this himself?" Zhai Qingping's tone still carried a hint of doubt.

Zhou Jinshan glanced at the other person and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "It wasn't Comrade Feng who said it, it was that boy who said it in public, and I was there too."

Zhai Qingping was stunned. He looked up and saw the smile on Zhou Jinshan's lips. Suddenly, an indescribable emotion welled up in his chest. He opened his mouth and asked, "Which day was it?"

These words seemed out of the blue, but Zhou Jinshan knew what he was going to ask and didn't hide anything: "The night you came to visit me."

"That very night, that very night you two made up..." Zhai Qingping murmured, seemingly finding it hard to accept. He had gone to her house to look for her that day, but hadn't seen her...

Zhou Jinshan corrected him, "It hasn't been settled yet. To be precise, the relationship hasn't been settled to this day."

Zhai Qingping suddenly looked up: "How dare you submit a marriage application when things aren't settled?"

The question burst out, but a surge of surprise and impulse welled up inside me—an impulse to snatch the person away.

At this moment, he couldn't tell whether he truly liked Feng Mingshu or was simply driven by male possessiveness.

In short, he was unwilling to accept it.

Zhou Jinshan seemed completely unaware of his thoughts and replied casually, "If I don't submit this marriage application, how can a woman who is extremely sensitive about class background feel comfortable dating me? You agree, Lao Zhai."

For a moment, Zhai Qingping was stumped by the question, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his heart, making him completely calm down.

Because he believed he couldn't achieve what Zhou Jinshan had done.

Even if he tries to compete and applies for marriage, the political commissar will not only refuse to approve it, but will also give him a severe dressing down, since Lao Zhou has already made his move first.

"Old Zhou, I admit defeat." Zhai Qingping was filled with mixed emotions. He finally sighed, raised his hand and patted Zhou Jinshan's shoulder. "Remember to invite me to your wedding banquet on your wedding day."

"That's for sure."

Zhou Jinshan readily agreed. Watching Zhai Qingping turn and head towards the dormitory, he smiled slightly and confidently walked into the infirmary, letting the doctor prick him with needles.

He needs to recover quickly, and he also needs to check in with the political commissar morning and night so that he can get the marriage application approved and stamped as soon as possible, and then go to talk to Comrade Feng and start dating her.

The medicine injected into his body contained sedative ingredients. Zhou Jinshan was thinking about these plans, but he couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell asleep soon after.

The young nurse quietly took the blanket and covered him with it.

...

The eldest daughter of the Feng family had not shown up for several days, which led to some unpleasant rumors circulating in the neighborhood.

Some people said that the officer was injured and was staying in the hospital, so he couldn't come to the door.

Some people say that the officer is hospitalized and can't move, but the eldest daughter of the Feng family can move around, and she hasn't been seen visiting her boyfriend, so it's clear that the relationship ended.

Some people also said that the officer spent two days with the eldest daughter of the Feng family, but broke up with her because he felt their personalities were incompatible.

There was even a rumor that the officer was disabled due to injury and was about to be discharged from the army to return to the countryside to farm, so the eldest daughter of the Feng family didn't like him and dumped him.

Amidst various rumors, it was said that Old Lady Li had put in a great deal of effort, running around every day.

Feng Mingshu and Yu Jingqiu ignored it until someone came to the Feng family to inquire about it.

The person who came was the director of the neighborhood committee, who brought a bag of flour.