Chapter 237 Hero Saves the Beauty
It was 10 p.m.
Lu Huailin returned to the courtyard gate wearing his dirty combat uniform, thinking that it was so late and everyone at home was probably asleep.
Without knocking, they simply climbed over the wall and jumped inside.
Grandma Gu is old and a light sleeper. Upon hearing the noise in the yard, she immediately turned on the light.
After getting dressed, she came out of the bedroom and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Lu Huailin standing in the yard.
He smiled and said, "Little Lu is back."
Lu Huailin washed his feet briefly with water that had been left to dry in the yard during the day, and said to Grandma Gu, "Grandma, you should go back to your room and rest."
"Grandma, I'll go to the kitchen and make you a bowl of noodles."
Before Lu Huailin could reply, Grandma Gu walked straight into the kitchen.
Gu Yihan lay on the bed listening to Lu Huailin's voice in the courtyard, and her heart finally settled down.
Twenty minutes later
After finishing his noodles, Lu Huailin carefully opened the bedroom door, afraid of waking Gu Yihan, who was asleep.
Why are you back so late?
Lu Huailin was startled by his wife's sudden speech: "Something came up and I was held up."
He groped his way to his wife's side and whispered, "Honey, why aren't you asleep yet?"
"You're not on a mission, so how can I sleep if you're not home this late?" Gu Yihan glared at him irritably in the darkness.
Hearing this, Lu Huailin felt a warmth in his heart. After getting into bed, he hugged his wife and kissed her forehead.
"It's the men's fault."
Gu Yihan reached out and hugged Lu Huailin's waist, burying her head in his chest.
He said in a low voice, "Next time, if you have something to do, just let us know beforehand, and we won't wait for you to eat together."
Lu Huailin nodded and gave a soft "hmm".
He then said, "By the way, honey, your textile factory has parachuted in a secretary to assist Secretary Jiang with her work."
Lu Huailin patted Gu Yihan on the back as he spoke casually.
Upon hearing this, Gu Yihan suddenly looked up and bumped into Lu Huailin's chin, ignoring the pain on her head.
He asked in surprise, "What happened?"
Lu Huailin thought of Secretary Jiang's shady tactics.
He sighed and said, "Secretary Jiang bribed a few thugs to stage a hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress scene while Zeng Xiao was being bullied."
Gu Yihan's lips twitched involuntarily: "This hero saving the beauty is the worst trope in history."
Lu Huailin couldn't help but chuckle: "As long as it works, that's fine. Zeng Xiao's father is the deputy director of the Ministry of Industry, he has a lot of power, otherwise Secretary Jiang wouldn't have taken a liking to her."
"Zeng Xiao?"
"That little girl is our textile factory's broadcaster."
Gu Yihan had a pretty good impression of her; she seemed like a very innocent and naive girl.
"If Secretary Jiang marries Zeng Xiao, wouldn't it be easier for her to get into the Ministry of Industry?"
“Wife, you underestimate your man too much. I have already handed over the evidence that Secretary Jiang bribed thugs to bully Zeng Xiao to Deputy Director Zeng.”
"Will Deputy Director Zeng allow Zeng Xiao to divorce Secretary Jiang?" Gu Yihan asked doubtfully.
“No, he will make sure that Secretary Jiang never gets what she wants and has to depend on the Zeng family for the rest of her life,” Lu Huailin explained patiently.
For someone with a strong sense of ambition, preventing them from ever achieving success in their lifetime is worse than killing them.
Upon hearing this, Gu Yihan sighed and said, "Isn't it better to take things one step at a time? Why do you have to take shortcuts?"
After saying that, she soon drifted off to sleep.
Hearing his wife's even breathing, Lu Huailin tightened his grip on her.
He whispered, "Wife, you're mine!"
When he came back tonight, he met Lin Yifei, who was completely drunk.
She almost didn't recognize him at the time; he looked completely dejected. When he saw her, she grabbed his collar tightly.
"Lu Huailin, you stole the happiness that was rightfully mine."
Lu Huailin shoved Lin Yifei aside and said coldly, "Commander Lin, are you sick in the head?"
Lin Yifei staggered, but after regaining his footing, he stared intently at Lu Huailin with bloodshot eyes and growled in a low voice, "Gu Yihan is my wife."
Lu Huailin was furious at Lin Yifei's words. How dare this disgusting guy make a move on his wife!
“Really, Gu Yihan…” Lu Huailin didn’t wait for Lin Yifei to finish speaking before he punched him directly in the cheek.
Both of them were outstanding members of the Kuncheng military unit. Even though Lin Yifei was drunk, they fought fiercely for a time, unable to gain the upper hand.
The patrol officers in the unit discovered that Regiment Commander Lu and Regiment Commander Lin were sparring in the middle of the night, so they went over to watch.
The more they looked, the more something seemed amiss, so they quickly rushed over to break up the fight.
The two were severely reprimanded by their superiors and each had to write a 2,000-word self-criticism before they were allowed to leave.
The next day
After finishing breakfast, Gu Yihan kissed Hao Hao, who was learning to walk, said goodbye to Grandma Gu, and rode her bicycle out the door.
Textile Factory Accounting Office
Gu Yihan felt relieved after thinking about how Secretary Jiang's life wouldn't be so comfortable in the future.
I walked briskly to my workstation and sat down.
At this moment, Wang Guixiang walked to Gu Yihan's desk, took out a letter from her handbag, and handed it to her.
He said, "Xiao Han, this is a letter from Director Fu to you."
Gu Yihan did not reach out to take the letter, but instead looked up at Wang Guixiang and said calmly, "Sister Guixiang, I don't know Director Fu."
Upon hearing this, Wang Guixiang stared wide-eyed at Gu Yihan in disbelief: "How could you not know Director Fu of the provincial capital garment factory?"
Fu Ling from the garment factory?
What do you want with her?
Seeing that Gu Yihan was keeping her head down and not speaking, Wang Guixiang quickly placed the letter on her desk.
"She really does need to talk to you." With that, he returned to his seat.
Minjie silently watched Gu Yihan and Wang Guixiang's interaction, her eyes slightly narrowed.
The garment factory in the provincial capital is not a small factory like a textile factory; housing allocation depends entirely on the street office.
The garment factory has its own residential compound for employees, and the welfare facilities for the workers are comprehensive.
Unlike textile factories, they didn't even have factory doctors.
Gu Yihan glanced at the envelope on the table and saw that her name was indeed written on it. Instead of opening it immediately, she put it directly into the drawer.
"Xiao Han, do you know? Hu Shan had a miscarriage." Wang Min said, pouting, when she saw Gu Yihan pretending not to read the letter.
Gu Yihan glanced at her and said calmly, "Since you know that Sister Shan had a miscarriage, why didn't you buy something and go see her?"
“Yes, we’re colleagues after all. She must be feeling terrible about what happened to her. Let’s buy some things after get off work and go visit her!” Wang Guixiang chimed in.
"Sister Min, we agreed to go together after get off work." Gu Yihan looked directly at Sister Min and said with a smile.
Seeing that both Wang Guixiang and Gu Yihan were looking at her, Minjie managed a weak smile and said, "Okay."
"Oh, right, I bought two jin of meat and two jin of brown sugar. You can buy the rest yourselves." Gu Yihan said, glancing at Sister Min.
Anyway, she has meat and brown sugar in her space, so she doesn't need to spend money to buy them.
“I will also give you something in return, based on the price of what Xiaohan bought,” Wang Guixiang said.
Upon hearing this, Sister Min couldn't control her facial expression; she was heartbroken and her eyes were twitching. That was several dollars, and it had been given away to a complete stranger.
Gu Yihan glanced at Sister Min; she was happy as long as the other person was uncomfortable.
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