Chapter 42 Cultural Performance
"Sister-in-law, won't you invite me in for a bit?" Bai Lu asked timidly.
Shen Wanjun smiled and said, "Last time you suddenly ran away, I thought you were angry with me, but it seems that's not the case."
Bai Lu's expression became somewhat unnatural as she recalled Song Zhan's heartless rejection of her last time.
"Hehe, I have no grudge against my sister-in-law, why would I be angry?"
Shen Wanjun sneered inwardly, "You come here to disgust me when we have no grudge against each other."
"Come in."
Shen Wanjun called out to the kitchen, "Song Zhan, Comrade Bai Lu is here."
Song Zhan, who was washing dishes, suddenly heard his wife call him by his full name.
Startled, she didn't even have time to rinse the soap off her hands before hurriedly asking, "What's wrong? Who made you angry?"
He was stunned when he saw Bai Lu. Why was she here again?
No wonder my wife was angry.
Song Zhan would find it strange if Shen Wanjun wasn't angry.
He asked, "Comrade Bai, is there something you need?"
If you have nothing to do, leave quickly and don't cause me any trouble.
Bai Lu pulled up a stool and sat down next to Song Zhan. She said, "It's like this..."
"I disagree, I refuse, I won't go." Song Zhan's first words were three consecutive refusals.
Bai Lu was dumbfounded. "I...I haven't said what it is yet."
Song Zhan thought for a moment and said, "Then you speak."
Shen Wanjun covered her mouth and chuckled. Her blockhead husband was performing consistently well today.
Bai Lu composed herself and said gently, "There will be a cultural performance in the compound tomorrow night."
"I know that." Song Zhan was the battalion commander and had naturally been invited, but he hadn't decided whether to go or not.
"I'll be performing with the kids too, so remember to come and watch," Bai Lu said, glancing furtively at Shen Wanjun.
I noticed she was engrossed in knitting and hadn't noticed anything amiss.
She deliberately added loudly, "Commander Liang, Political Commissar Hao and the others are going too. Political Commissar Hao even said it's a good thing, something that's good for unity, and everyone should participate."
Shen Wanjun frowned. Bai Lu and Hao Yan were quite similar; one liked to label people, and the other liked to use the organization to intimidate people.
Hearing that it was something that would benefit unity and that everyone should go, Song Zhan hesitated.
He secretly asked Shen Wanjun for help: "Wife, shall we go or not?"
If I go, wouldn't I be watching Bai Lu perform? Wouldn't my wife be unhappy about that?
But if I don't go, it seems like I won't be able to convince the political commissar.
"Comrade Bai, don't worry, we'll definitely go. You personally invited Battalion Commander Song, how could we refuse?"
Shen Wanjun said while knitting a sweater.
"Hehe, sister-in-law is so generous." Bai Lu said with a forced smile.
Shen Wanjun is ridiculous. She's clearly furious, but she insists on pretending not to care.
When she sees Song Zhan watching her dance, she doesn't believe Shen Wanjun's magnanimity can continue to be faked.
"Generosity? What does this have to do with generosity? We certainly have an unshirkable responsibility to do things that benefit unity, don't we?"
“Sister-in-law is right, then it’s settled.”
Before leaving, Bai Lu reminded Song Zhan, "Battalion Commander Song, remember to come."
Song Zhan: "I will remember to go with my wife, don't worry."
Bai Lu: ……
Why has this person been saying such awful things these past few days?
He wasn't like this before.
She glanced at Shen Wanjun, who was still pretending to knit, and gave her an expression that said, "I don't know."
It must be her; she's the one trying to sow discord between me and Song Zhan.
As soon as the person left, Song Zhan said, "Wife, stop pretending. You've knitted the sweater wrong in several places."
Shen Wanjun picked up the sweater and looked at it. "No, you don't understand, this is how the pattern is."
"Give it to me, I'll help you take that piece apart."
Shen Wanjun handed him the sweater and muttered, "Bai Lu, that person, every day..."
It's like a persistent ghost.
Song Zhan: "If you don't want to go, then we won't go."
"No way, let's go."
With so many people performing and watching, and Song Zhan and Bai Lu not being alone together, what is she worried about?
"By the way, honey, should we invite a relative from our hometown over?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Help me cook and clean, that way we can both have an easier time," Song Zhan said.
Shen Wanjun leaned closer, staring into his eyes, and said, "Tell me the truth, do you think my cooking is bad?"
Song Zhan shook his head vigorously, "No, you're the best cook. I just thought you looked too tired, and you're pregnant."
"Gao Xiaoman is also pregnant, and she's not tired, so why should I be?"
“She has a distant aunt who takes care of her,” Song Zhan said.
“I don’t need anyone to take care of me right now,” Shen Wanjun said. “We’ll see when my pregnancy is more advanced.”
After lunch, Shen Wanjun chatted with Dang Xianghong and mentioned Gao Xiaoman's aunt.
Dang Xianghong lowered her voice and said, "That's not some distant aunt of hers."
"If it's not your aunt, then who is it?"
“I heard that she was found from the surrounding villages. She was a nanny, responsible for washing clothes, cooking, and doing housework.”
Shen Wanjun asked, "Is this... allowed?"
Hiring a nanny to do housework, isn't that just capitalist hedonism?
"They don't say we can't hire nannies, but they don't say we can't have relatives do chores," Dang Xianghong said indignantly. "Some people are just taking advantage of loopholes in the policy."
Shen Wanjun secretly stuck out her tongue, almost getting disliked by Sister Hong.
Fortunately, she doesn't have any relatives or nannies left in her family.
After scolding Gao Xiaoman, Dang Xianghong turned to Shen Wanjun and said, "However, you are different. When you are more pregnant, you will definitely need to find someone to take care of you."
Shen Wanjun said with a smile, "I'm the same as Gao Xiaoman."
They're all rich heiresses, they're all pregnant, and none of them are more noble than the other.
"Anyway, I think it's pretentious and affected for her to hire a nanny. But if you're hiring one, then it's a must. You're heavily pregnant, so someone has to take care of you, right?"
After Dang Xianghong finished speaking, he laughed at himself.
She seems to have double standards.
She tried to justify herself by saying, "Your Song Zhan has difficulty walking."
Unlike Gao Xiaoman and Battalion Commander Zhang, who are both healthy and need to be waited on.
Before we knew it, the day of the cultural performance arrived.
After lunch, the military auditorium was packed with people and very lively.
Shen Wanjun pushed Song Zhan and lined up to enter the venue like the others.
During this time, some people asked them to cut in line, but Shen Wanjun politely refused.
Song Zhan looked very uncomfortable. When he stayed home, he felt no different from a normal person, except that going to the toilet was a little difficult, but otherwise he was fine.
But as soon as he stepped outside, everyone cast pitying glances at him, as if to say: You're different from us. We pity you and let you cut in line because we feel sorry for you.
"It's okay, we can sit on the side." Shen Wanjun squeezed his hand, and the two moved to a seat near the aisle.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Shen Wanjun lifted Song Zhan from his wheelchair and placed him on the seat.
She sat down close to him in the aisle, holding Song Zhan's hand with one hand and supporting the wheelchair with the other.
Seeing this, everyone admired Shen Wanjun; she was so strong and virtuous.
Before the performance even started, Shen Wanjun handed a newspaper to Song Zhan.
Song Zhan had nothing to do, so he opened the app and glanced at it. The headline was still about catching the special agent.
"The performance has begun," Shen Wanjun reminded him, and Song Zhan closed his newspaper.
As a Chinese person bombarded with all kinds of information, Shen Wanjun thought she wouldn't be interested in such an ordinary performance.
But sitting in the audience, her emotions were gradually stirred, and she was unconsciously moved by the inspiring performance.
She thought all the performances today would follow the same pattern, until Bai Lu went on stage, and everything suddenly changed.
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