Chapter 44: Zhou Weiguo's Bad Romance
Jiang Weiyi's knuckles turned white as he gripped the bottle of vanishing cream, and his breathing became rapid.
She couldn't understand: How could Zhou Weiguo care so much about a country woman?
Pechoin in Shanghai?!
She chased him around for three years but didn't even get a piece of candy!
Shen Lingning seemed to have not heard her sour sarcasm at all. He held Fubao and shook him gently. His tone remained steady as he continued, following her words:
"Weiguo is in the army and has strict discipline, so it's normal for him not to talk about family matters. The child was born in the first month of this year, and his nickname is Fubao."
She lowered her head, looking at her daughter's rosy little face, her eyes softening a little: "Time flies. In the blink of an eye, it's been almost a year since her father left home."
These words were spoken in a casual manner, but they revealed her certainty about her husband's whereabouts and her tenacity to wait.
"Still calling him dad? We in the north all call him dad!"
Jiang Weiyi seemed to be stung by this name, and sneered, his voice becoming sharp.
With a thick layer of sarcasm: "Just because you used a little Shanghai Pechoin, you really think you're a Shanghai lady? Why are you pretending to be so foreign? Even a pheasant can't turn into a phoenix by sticking two feathers on it!"
Her words were poisonous and sour, and she even trampled on Shen Lingning's background and the bottle of Pechoin.
After hearing this, Shen Lingning remained silent, but just glanced at Jiang Weiyi, who was not as good-looking and elegant as himself.
She sneered inwardly, this was the first big gift Zhou Weiguo gave her when she joined the army?
Oh! Zhou Weiguo!
Good job!
There was no emotion in that look, as if he was looking at an inconspicuous stone on the side of the road.
But it is this complete "indifference" that is more hurtful than any scolding.
Jiang Weiyi was deeply hurt by this look!
She had been pursuing Zhou Weiguo for three years, but had never even gotten a glance from him. Now, this woman, who had appeared out of nowhere, dared to look at her like that?!
A surge of evil fire rushed straight to the top of his head.
Her chest felt stuffy and it felt like she had punched a pile of cotton. She couldn't use any strength and could only vent her anger by saying more vicious words.
She stared at Fubao's face unwillingly, trying to find some evidence of "dissimilarity" on that fair and tender face.
The child is really good-looking, with eyebrows and eyes...
Jiang Weiyi rolled his eyes, deliberately dragging out his tone, his voice carrying a harsh, tentative tone:
"Born in the first month of the lunar year... So, let's calculate the date. Comrade Zhou Weiguo happened to be home before he was transferred to carry out... um, that 'special mission'?"
She bit the words "special mission" vaguely, which aroused people's imagination, and her eyes locked on Shen Lingning like a hook.
Without missing a single fluctuation on her face, he suddenly changed the subject with naked malice:
"But... this kid, look at his features... Tsk tsk, he doesn't seem... much like Comrade Weiguo."
This is no longer a test, it is a blatant attempt to smear and question Fubao's background!
The air in the courtyard froze instantly.
Shen Lingning paused slightly while holding Fubao's hand.
Before she could say anything, Fubao in her arms seemed to be startled by the malicious voice. His little mouth pouted and he burst into tears with a "Wow!"
The crying was loud and clear, full of grievance and fear, and the little body was trying hard to get into the mother's arms.
The sudden cry, like a thunderclap, broke the deadlock.
At this moment, Aunt Sun, who had been standing at the kitchen door, seemed to be startled by the crying and walked over quickly with an undisguised annoyance on her face.
She didn't even look at Jiang Weiyi, and directly said to Fubao in Shen Lingning's arms, with a loud voice, with the directness and unquestionableness unique to the older generation:
"Oh my! Fubao, don't cry, don't cry! Are you scared? Who is talking nonsense and saying all kinds of nonsense?
Our Fubao's eyebrows and eyes are exactly carved out of the mold of her father Zhou Weiguo!
I, your aunt, have lived for most of my life, how could I not have this little bit of insight?"
As Aunt Sun spoke, she seemed to be furious. She glared at Jiang Weiyi fiercely and suddenly raised her voice, as if deliberately speaking to the whole courtyard:
"Weiyi girl, your memory is not as good as mine! At the beginning of last spring, didn't Captain Zhou ask Xiao Wang from the logistics department to send a large package to southern Shanxi?
It was so heavy! I happened to be going to collect salt when I ran into him. I asked him about it, and Captain Zhou smiled and said he was bringing some food for his wife and unborn baby!
At that time, Fubao's mother was pregnant, she must have been... well, five or six months, right?
Calculating the date, it’s the first month of the lunar calendar, isn’t that perfect?
Time flies! Look, this little kid can already eat noodles!"
Aunt Sun was patting the dust off the spatula while muttering, as if she was simply lamenting the passage of time, but she had a firm grasp of the timeline and Zhou Weiguo's behavior!
She picked up the spatula and smiled at Shen Lingning: "Comrade Shen, there is still water on the stove. I'll go check it out."
After saying that, he turned and went into the kitchen.
Jiang Weiyi's face instantly turned the color of liver!
Every word Aunt Sun said was like a slap in her face.
Not only did she fail to pour out the dirty water, but it splashed all over herself!
"you……!"
Jiang Weiyi pointed at Aunt Sun, shaking with anger. She wanted to refute but couldn't utter a word. The sound of neighbors peeking around made her feel even more embarrassed.
Shen Lingning gently patted Fubao, who was sobbing, and looked up at the embarrassed Jiang Weiyi. His voice was as calm as a frozen lake. No emotion could be heard, but it carried an invisible pressure:
"Comrade Jiang, the child is young and can't bear to hear such dirty talk. If he gets scared, he'll probably make a fuss for a while."
She paused, her eyes falling on the bottle of vanishing cream that Jiang Weiyi was clutching tightly. "Your 'thought' is too much for us mother and daughter to bear. Take it back. Goodbye, I won't see you off."
The order to expel you has been clearly issued. If you don't leave, you will be completely shameless.
Jiang Weiyi only felt a burning pain on his face, which was more painful than being slapped in the face.
She was so ashamed and angry that she couldn't stay there any longer, so she threw the bottle of vanishing cream to the ground!
“Snap!”
The white porcelain bottle shattered into pieces, and the greasy paste splashed all over the floor.
"You don't know how to appreciate it!"
She threw down these four words, turned around abruptly as if a ghost was chasing her from behind, stumbled out of the yard, and even forgot to ride her bicycle.
The courtyard was in a mess, filled with the cloying smell of cheap perfume.
Aunt Sun spat, "Bah! What the hell!"
Hurry up and find a broom to clean it up.
Shen Lingning held Fubao, who had gradually stopped crying, and patted him gently.
Well done, Zhou Weiguo!
Sensing Shen Lingning's anger, Fubao mourned for this father whom he had yet to meet!
Dad, if you don’t come back, we’ll be in big trouble!
——
Chen Guodong felt a little disappointed when he received the call. He knew where Shen Lingning had gone and that she was just the widow of a young officer who died in battle.
He didn't expect the other party to be so anxious and take action while Zhao Changhe's guards were still there.
Chen Guodong slapped the table angrily, this time he really stirred up a hornet's nest.
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