Chapter 102 The house might also be taken back.
Song Zhan had been worried about this problem ever since he was injured, and today, what was bound to happen has finally happened.
Shen Wanjun ran to open the door, "Deputy Battalion Commander Xu, Political Commissar Hao, please come in and have a seat."
Song Zhan gulped down half a pot of water and handed the rest to Shen Wanjun.
"Have some too. You must be exhausted after just getting back from the hospital."
Shen Wanjun took a sip and said to the two of them, "Come, have some tea."
With Song Juan absent, the task of serving tea and water fell to Shen Wanjun.
Song Zhan wanted to help, but she wouldn't let him: "It's just making tea, it's not tiring. Besides, Dr. Huang said that pregnant women should also exercise in moderation."
Otherwise, the baby will be too big to deliver easily.
Hao Mei looked at the two with envy: "Battalion Commander Song and Comrade Shen are so loving."
No one in the entire compound could find a couple more loving than them.
Hao Mei always felt that they were just living ordinary lives, while Song Zhan and Shen Wanjun had turned their ordinary lives into something beautiful.
Song Zhan didn't want to be too polite with her and asked directly, "Political Commissar Hao, is there something you need from me?"
"I just came to see you."
“Yes, I’ve come to see you too,” Xu Dong said.
Song Zhan's expression darkened: "Now that you've seen it, can you leave?"
Hao Mei and Xu Dong were stunned and extremely embarrassed.
Shen Wanjun quickly tried to smooth things over: "Don't take it to heart. That's just how he is. He speaks his mind directly. He didn't mean anything by it."
"Here, have some roasted sweet potato."
"There are also sunflower seeds and biscuits here, they're all delicious." Shen Wanjun brought over two plates.
Hao Mei picked up a cookie, but Xu Dong waved his hand and said, "I don't like these."
He didn't like it because it was dry and bland.
"Battalion Commander Song, how's your leg?"
That was the purpose of his trip.
Hao Mei said, "When I saw Battalion Commander Song before, he could walk with crutches."
Today, Song Zhan was not using crutches; he was simply sitting quietly in his wheelchair.
His expression wasn't good, and Hao Mei's heart skipped a beat.
Will his leg get worse?
"It's just like that," Song Zhan said indifferently.
"Comrade Shen, you just said you came back from the hospital."
Seeing that Song Zhan didn't seem to want to talk, Hao Mei could only ask Shen Wanjun.
“Yes, I just got an X-ray taken for my husband,” Shen Wanjun naturally chimed in.
"So... what was the result?" Xu Dong asked.
"The results aren't out yet, but they'll be soon."
"Xu Dong, is there anything going on at the camp?" Song Zhan asked.
"No, Battalion Commander Song, you can rest assured that I can handle things well." Xu Dong patted his chest.
Seeing that the two were having a good chat, Hao Mei had no choice but to step in and play the bad guy.
"Battalion Commander Song, there are some things I need to tell you in advance so you can be mentally prepared."
"Of course, don't blame me, this is an arrangement from above."
Despite the immense pressure, Hao Mei said, "If your leg doesn't heal, and I mean if, the organization might consider reassigning you to a different position."
"But don't worry, you won't be treated unfairly by your superiors."
After Hao Mei finished speaking, she took a deep breath and waited for Song Zhan to get angry.
A perfectly healthy person, who fought bravely for the country, became paralyzed.
Now that he can't even keep his position as battalion commander, anyone would be angry and furious.
Song Zhan remained silent for a few seconds; he had known this outcome all along.
But when he actually had to face it, he still felt very sad.
Shen Wanjun squeezed his hand and said, "Political Commissar Hao, thank you for telling us all this."
When will the new appointment be announced?
Song Zhan is a hero; even if he doesn't become a battalion commander, his official rank will still be high.
No matter what, they will live well.
It's still very chaotic outside. As long as we can stay in the compound, everything else is fine.
As for the future, Shen Wanjun still wants to return to Shanghai, where it will soon develop and become an international metropolis.
She wants to buy a lot of land so she can just sit back and collect rent in the future.
"It will take at least a month, and at the latest no more than three months," Hao Mei said with some regret.
It's a pity that Song Zhan was such a promising talent. If it weren't for his leg problem, he could definitely have continued to rise in the ranks.
"Okay, we understand."
Shen Wanjun remained calm. Hao Mei and Xu Dong sat for a while longer before leaving.
Also leaving was Old Lady Cui, who had been eavesdropping by the wall.
The news she had just heard was so shocking that it took her a while to come to her senses.
She originally came to propose marriage for her son, but unexpectedly overheard that Song Zhan was going to be dismissed from his post.
Grandma Cui clutched her chest and ran home. Her son's marriage to Song Juan now needed to be reconsidered.
The reason their son wanted to marry Song Juan was because he valued Song Zhan's status and position.
Now that Song Zhan is about to be dismissed, Song Juan's status will naturally be downgraded as well.
A country girl is simply not good enough for her son who has a secure government job.
After Hao Mei and Xu Dong left, Shen Wanjun asked Song Zhan, "What do you think?"
Song Zhan sighed: "I don't mind, but I'm sorry to have troubled you."
It's not true that he doesn't care; the organization has already made its decision, and there's nothing he can do about it.
“I’m not wronged. I’m willing to eat coarse food with you,” Shen Wanjun said.
Anyway, she has money and space, so she'll never go hungry.
Song Zhan looked around and said, "Our house might be taken back too."
"Huh? They're taking the house too?" Shen Wanjun was a little flustered. If she lost her house, where would she live?
“This house is for the battalion commander,” Song Zhan said. If he were dismissed, he would naturally no longer be entitled to live here.
"Is it going to be given to Xu Dong?" Shen Wanjun asked.
If Song Zhan is dismissed, Xu Dong will definitely be promoted.
"Maybe."
"Your leg will be better in one to three months."
Shen Wanjun said, "We should think positively."
Song Zhan thought about it seriously: "As long as you stay by my side, that's enough."
With her around, he's not afraid of anything.
"You're such a chatterbox," Shen Wanjun said with a laugh, as she made a cup of soy milk with a lot of spiritual spring water in it.
"Drink more water these days to speed up your metabolism, and you might get better."
Song Zhan nodded, stood up, and paced back and forth in the courtyard.
Although he still had a limp, he felt full of energy.
I'm not so worried about the future.
Shen Wanjun sat at the table eating snacks, cheering him on from time to time.
Soon, the news that Song Zhan was going to be dismissed spread like wildfire throughout the compound.
Apart from a few people who didn't get along with Shen Wanjun and were secretly gloating, everyone else felt sorry for Song Zhan.
Upon hearing this news, Gao Xiaoman would occasionally wander over to Shen Wanjun's house.
She didn't come in; she just paced back and forth at the doorway.
"Sigh, I wonder who will live here in the future."
"You know, what a pity that such a good battalion commander is gone."
Shen Wanjun flung open the door with a whoosh and exclaimed, "Huh? Your husband's gone?"
"How dare you curse my lover?" Gao Xiaoman was so angry that her face turned red and her neck bulged.
"You just said the battalion commander is gone, I thought your husband was gone."
Shen Wanjun looked at her with amusement.
Gao Xiaoman clutched her stomach and turned to leave, saying, "I can't be bothered to argue with you."
Shen Wanjun will no longer be the battalion commander's wife, and her arrogance won't last long.
Shen Wanjun stopped her and said, "Looking at your belly, this baby is definitely a girl."
"If you want to have a son, you should start preparing for your next pregnancy soon."
She knew that Gao Xiaoman desperately wanted to have a son, and even secretly took some random drugs in order to have a son.
So she deliberately poked Gao Xiaoman's lungs.
“You just had a daughter,” Gao Xiaoman said through gritted teeth.
"Thank you, I love my daughter."
Gao Xiaoman left in a huff, and when she got home, she carefully recalled Shen Wanjun's words.
What if, what if she really gives birth to a daughter?
Gao Xiaoman was gripped by deep fear. She then wrapped a headscarf around her neck and secretly left the compound.
He shoved a wad of cash into the hands of a man who called himself a fortune teller: "Fortune teller, I'd like to ask if my baby is a boy or a girl?"
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