Chapter 63 Zhou Weiguo is back
Jiang Weimin took a deep puff of his cigarette, the smell of low-quality tobacco mixed with tar filling his mouth. He tried hard to suppress his inappropriate thoughts.
He flicked the ash into the ashtray with a nonchalant air: "Kick her out?... Humph, if she can really be kicked out, then she's... quite capable. But she's just a daughter of a capitalist family..."
The second half of his sentence was veiled in smoke, with a hint of contempt.
"Skill? Pfft——"
Ma Linghua laughed out loud as if she had heard a huge joke, her voice piercing and sharp: "Jiang Weimin, you've really been fooled by that girl of yours! You still think she has 'some ability'? She's just trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice!"
He didn't show any ability, but he brought shame to the entire family compound!"
She looked at her husband's face, which froze instantly. The resentment that had been pent up in her heart for a long time finally found an outlet. She spoke quickly and urgently:
"Your sister didn't kick him out! Instead, she was embarrassed by Shen Lingning's words!
Didn't you see her look like that! Throwing a tantrum, crying and yelling, and what happened?
While she was struggling with Li Jinhua, her new and precious Dacron trousers ripped from the waist to the hem with a "swish" sound!
The white thighs and the bright red peony-patterned panties were all exposed!
The men and women, young and old, who were watching the fun, saw it all clearly!
The news has probably spread throughout the entire family compound by now!
"Your sister, Deputy Director Jiang's daughter, was making a scene at someone's doorstep, leaving everyone in awe! Are you satisfied now?!"
"What?!
Jiang Weimin jumped up from his chair as if his butt was burned by a pair of tongs!
The rattan chair slid backwards suddenly as he pulled it, and the iron legs rubbed against the concrete floor, making a harsh "creaking" sound!
His eyes widened, and the blood color on his face faded away completely, leaving only paleness and unbelievable shock and anger!
The cigarette butt fell from his fingers and burned the glass plate on the table, making a slight "sizzle" sound and emitting a thin wisp of white smoke.
"How is that possible?! What nonsense are you talking about!"
His voice was broken and his fingers were trembling as he pointed at the bellflowers.
"Am I talking nonsense?"
Ma Linghua also stood up, put her hands on her hips, and glared at her husband without showing any weakness.
Her face showed an undisguised look of "you deserve it" and she said, "Go out and ask! Ask anyone! See if it's me, Ma Linghua, who is plotting against your beloved sister! In broad daylight, in front of everyone!
Dozens of eyes were watching! I could hear the sound of pants being torn even from a long distance away!"
Jiang Weimin felt a surge of hot blood rushing to his head, and his vision went dark.
His mind was buzzing with only the words "trousers torn", "saw everything", and "spread everywhere" spinning wildly! This was a huge humiliation!
It's not only his sister's, but also Jiang Weimin's face!
How could he hold his head up high in the base and in the logistics department from now on?!
He was so angry that he was shaking all over. Looking at Ma Linghua's face which was full of "Let's see what you can do", he felt a surge of anger that he had no place to vent.
She roared angrily, "What about you?! You're her sister-in-law! Where the hell were you at that time?! Why didn't you go over and protect her?! You just watched her humiliate herself?!"
"I'm protecting her?!"
Ma Linghua looked as if she had heard the most ridiculous words in the world. She was so angry that her chest heaved violently, and the buttons of her Lenin suit were tightened.
She slammed the table so hard that the enamel pot on the table jumped with a clang!
"Jiang Weimin! You still have the nerve to ask me this?! Your sister is going crazy and doesn't recognize anyone! If I go up to her, I'm afraid she'll tear me apart too!"
Besides, why should I protect this troublemaker who is always causing trouble for me and wants to ride on my head?!"
She grew increasingly angry as she spoke, her voice shrill: "You, as a brother, are so impressive! If you have the guts, go protect them! Go shut up everyone in the compound! What's the point of yelling at me now?!"
When she saw Jiang Weimin, whose face turned blue and he was unable to speak due to choking, she felt half of the anger in her heart was relieved.
She bent down to pick up the old cloth bag on the ground, dusted it off, turned around and walked towards the door.
She stopped with her hand on the cold doorknob. Without turning back, she just turned her head to the side. Her voice was not loud, but it carried a hint of coldness and gloating:
"Oh, by the way, I was busy talking about your precious sister's 'glory'. There is also a 'little thing' I forgot to tell you——"
She paused deliberately, then uttered the name clearly enough to scare Jiang Weimin to death: "Zhou Weiguo, he's back. He saw everything your sister did!"
"Bang!"
The door was closed from the outside by Ma Linghua. The sound was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting Jiang Weimin's heart.
The office was dead silent.
Under the dim light, Jiang Weimin stood frozen in place like a clay statue with its bones removed.
The burn marks on the glass from the cigarette butts were still emitting a faint burnt smell, which mixed with the stench of smoke and mildew in the room, making it suffocating.
The blood had completely drained from his face, and his lips were trembling, but he couldn't make a sound.
My head was buzzing with panic over the missing account book, the shame and anger of my sister making a fool of herself in public, and the anxiety of losing contact with my confidant...
Everything was shattered by the last sentence "Zhou Weiguo is back"!
A cold, unprecedented fear wrapped around his heart like a poisonous snake, tightening more and more.
He subconsciously wanted to touch the cigarette box, but his fingers were shaking so badly that he knocked the abacus on the table to the ground with a clatter, and the wooden beads rolled all over the floor.
Zhou Weiguo is back?!
That evil spirit is back?!
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The mountain breeze in the early morning brought the coolness of early summer, blowing into the courtyard with dead leaves.
Zhou Weiguo almost didn't sleep all night, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He got up early, silently picked up the axe from the corner, walked to the corner of the yard where firewood was piled, and chopped the wet wood he had picked up yesterday.
The dull "bang, bang" sound echoed in the cold air, and sawdust flew everywhere, carrying the fresh fragrance of wood.
Shen Lingning was busy in the kitchen, brown rice porridge was simmering in the pot, bubbling with steam, and the aroma of rice mixed with the smell of firewood smoke filled the air.
Fubao woke up and babbled on the kang.
Shen Lingning wiped his hands and went in to hold the child.
Zhou Weiguo stopped chopping wood and followed her with his eyes, full of tenderness as he looked at her.
He saw Shen Lingning skillfully changing Fubao's diaper and feeding him warm water with a small wooden spoon, his movements gentle and neat.
The child looked at the strange "big man" curiously with his big black eyes, and stretched out his little hands to grab the buttons on his military uniform.
Zhou Weiguo subconsciously wanted to get closer, but Shen Lingning held the child and slightly sideways, avoiding his sight, and coaxed softly: "Fubao, be good, drink some water."
That subtle avoidance, with a hint of shame...
Zhou Weiguo couldn't help but think of the turmoil of last night, and his heart couldn't help but feel hot. Looking at Shen Lingning's figure, he couldn't help but blush.
Fubao's eyes rolled around, and his voice entered Shen Lingning's heart: "Mom, there's something wrong with you!"
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