Chapter 57 Getting Caught in the Act of Gossip

Shen Wanjun said nothing, only nodded firmly.

She's done this kind of job before; she caught those two cunning guys on the train last time.

Dang Xianghong is her long-time partner, and the two work together seamlessly in catching special agents.

"This is something you and I know, but we can't tell anyone else," Dang Xianghong said in a low voice.

Shen Wanjun: "I know, but my husband won't tell me either."

Dang Xianghong was very satisfied; Shen Wanjun was clever and immediately understood her meaning.

Song Zhan is a battalion commander and Shen Wanjun's husband. For both public and private reasons, he would not agree to Shen Wanjun putting herself in danger.

Therefore, it would be better for the two of them to discuss their plans privately.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

Song Zhan, rocking his wheelchair, said, "What are you two whispering about? It's so cold, go home quickly."

Shen Wanjun pushed him home, reminding him all the way: "Song Zhan, you must remember that you are the battalion commander."

Don't act like a shrew and cause trouble.

People would laugh their heads off if they told anyone.

"There are many ways to solve the problem; there's no need to confront it head-on."

Song Zhan nodded obediently, admitting that he had acted impulsively today.

"Dr. Huang said he would reschedule the next appointment."

Shen Wanjun sighed; this was all that could be done now.

When they got home, Song Juan asked, "Sister-in-law, did they give you any trouble?"

Shen Wanjun shook her head: "No."

Song Juan: "I knew it, the people who were questioned were all very nice."

For some reason, rumors circulated in the compound that those people were fierce and ruthless, and might even resort to violence.

Anyway, she didn't feel anything at all.

After lunch, Shen Wanjun made an excuse to go to Dang Xianghong's house.

Old Li isn't home; the children are all at school.

The house was quiet. Dang Xianghong closed the door and took out a blackboard.

"Let's make a list of the suspicious people first."

Shen Wanjun nodded. "That's a good idea. It will make it easier to investigate one by one later."

“First of all, there are no problems with any of the military personnel in the compound,” Dang Xianghong said.

The government has already helped with the screening; their identities, backgrounds, and relationships are all clean.

“Military wives should be fine too,” Shen Wanjun said.

Those accompanying the military also have their identities investigated.

“Of course, they checked when we submitted the marriage application,” Dang Xianghong added.

These two criteria have already eliminated a large number of people.

“The rest are each family’s relatives.” Dang Xianghong looked at Shen Wanjun.

Shen Wanjun remained calm and wrote Song Juan's name on the blackboard. After thinking for a moment, she added Hao Yan and seven or eight other names.

Dang Xianghong wrote down the names of several temporarily hired teachers, including Bai Lu.

Shen Wanjun rested her chin on her hand and said, "I feel like we've missed something."

Many names were already written on the blackboard. Dang Xianghong thought for a moment and suddenly slapped her forehead, saying, "There are also those nannies and aunties and so on."

Hiring relatives to act as nannies is no longer a novelty in the compound.

One person takes the lead, and everyone follows suit.

After discussing it for a long time, the two narrowed down the suspects to two main categories: relatives and nannies.

Next, find an opportunity to approach these people and subtly ask them some questions.

Finally, identify a few key suspects and secretly follow them.

Dang Xianghong volunteered to visit each of her relatives, while Shen Wanjun took the opportunity to get close to each of the nannies.

Shen Wanjun went to Gao Xiaoman's house first. The two knew each other, so it was easier for them to start a conversation.

Gao Xiaoman's aunt opened the door and saw Shen Wanjun, about to call out to her.

Shen Wanjun stopped her and said, "Auntie, I came to see you."

"Looking for me? What do you want?" The aunt was completely confused; she had no connection with the officer's wife.

"This isn't my first pregnancy, so there are some things I don't understand. I don't have any elderly relatives at home, so I can only ask you for help."

My aunt saw that she was simple-minded and probably wasn't a bad person.

Having given birth herself, she had some understanding of Shen Wanjun.

What question do you want to ask?

"Auntie, I'm almost three months pregnant, but I haven't vomited at all. I've heard a lot of people say that it's normal to vomit during pregnancy, is it abnormal that I'm not vomiting?"

The aunt waved her hand: "It's normal to vomit or not. Men who don't vomit are usually of good quality."

"Huh? Is that so?" Shen Wanjun looked completely bewildered.

"Your man is strong and young, and he hasn't caused you any suffering, so you should be grateful."

Shen Wanjun seemed to be deep in thought; Gao Xiaoman's aunt really knew a lot.

Rural women of her age generally don't understand these things, and some who have been unable to conceive for many years simply blame themselves for not being able to get pregnant.

I never thought men could have problems too.

Auntie, on the other hand, pinpointed the reason why Shen Wanjun didn't experience morning sickness.

This person is not simple.

"Thank you." Shen Wanjun thanked her politely, and then added her aunt to her list of people to be closely observed.

In the following days, Shen Wanjun left early and returned late every day.

Song Zhan couldn't see her all day; when asked, she said she went to chat with Dang Xianghong.

"Do you two have so much to talk about?" Song Zhan said irritably.

Why doesn't his wife chat with him at home? Don't they have anything to say to each other?

Song Zhan looked aggrieved, and Song Juan was also unhappy.

"Sister-in-law, I've learned all the words you taught me. When are we going to learn new ones?"

In the past few days, her sister-in-law hasn't taught her to write, and when she asks her questions, she seems distracted.

"Wait a few days." Shen Wanjun's mind was only on catching Special W.

That's all for today, go to bed early.

Shen Wanjun yawned as she entered the room, and Song Zhan and Song Juan exchanged a glance.

After she left, Song Juan asked softly, "Brother, did you make your wife angry?"

Song Zhan shook his head: "No."

His wife treats him so well, she's gentle and considerate, and he's not mentally ill, so why does he argue with her?

“Then…” Song Juan’s gaze unconsciously shifted downwards.

It seems that this is the only reason: his brother couldn't satisfy his sister-in-law.

well--

Song Juan sighed; there was nothing she could do about it.

If Shen Wanjun hadn't been suddenly called in for a talk a few days ago, Song Zhan's problem might have already been addressed in the provincial capital.

"Why are you looking at me like that? We really didn't argue."

Song Zhan felt uneasy under his sister's gaze and began to doubt himself.

Could it be that he did something to anger Shen Wanjun, but he himself is unaware of it?

Thinking about it carefully, it does seem to be possible.

Although Shen Wanjun is not the type of person who keeps things to herself, what if...?

What if she's unhappy with him, but she's angry and won't say anything?

Song Zhan fell asleep with a feeling of unease.

In the middle of the night, Shen Wanjun quietly got up and went to Gao Xiaoman's door.

Using the space, he crossed the courtyard, entered the room, and hid to eavesdrop.

Gao Xiaoman clutched her stomach, heartbroken, and said, "You're leaving now? My belly is getting bigger and bigger, it's not appropriate for you to leave now, is it?"

The older woman across from me cried and said, "It's not that I want to leave, it's that I can't stay here any longer."

"I haven't mistreated you, so why can't you stay here?"

The aunt stammered, "Isn't this a place where they're arresting spies? People keep calling me in for talks."

Gao Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Oh, I thought it was something serious. Everyone gets talked to, it's normal."

"But your battalion commander's wife keeps coming to me, and I'm under a lot of pressure."

"The battalion commander's wife? Is she the one with short hair and a foxy look?"

The aunt said, "Yes, it's her. I feel like she suspects me; she looks at me with a scrutinizing gaze."

Shen Wanjun covered her mouth, thinking, "Oh my god, I've gotten myself into this mess."