Chapter 69 Please Keep Your Distance From Me
Inside the room, Shen Wanjun was lying on the bed enjoying Song Zhan's services—a massage.
Song Zhan gently massaged her shoulders, and Shen Wanjun let out a comfortable hum.
Song Zhan's lips were hard to suppress, and the atmosphere in the room became ambiguous.
Just then, a very untimely sound rang out from outside.
"Brother Song Zhan, Brother Song Zhan, are you home?"
Shen Wanjun turned around, shaking her head and saying, "Brother Song Zhan~"
"Someone's calling you 'brother,' aren't you going to go see?"
Song Zhan frowned slightly; even when his wife was jealous, she looked so adorable.
"I'll go take a look."
Song Zhan wheeled himself outside and saw Bai Lu standing in the courtyard, looking inside.
Song Zhan's first reaction was that she was really rude, barging into the yard without reason and looking around aimlessly.
"Is something wrong?" His brows were lowered, and his eyes looked like two blocks of ice.
Seeing this, Bai Lu felt a chill run through her heart, even in the dead of winter.
"Brother Song Zhan, I heard you can stand up now? You can walk again, is that true?"
Bai Lu rushed up and asked excitedly.
Song Zhan extended his hand and said, "Comrade Bai, please keep your distance from me."
Shen Wanjun leaned against the door frame and laughed, mimicking Bai Lu's high-pitched voice, "Brother Song Zhan, is it true?"
Song Zhan glanced back at her. He heard the same voice, but Bai Lu's words only made him feel annoyed.
But when his wife started speaking, he found it inexplicably cute and pleasant to listen to.
Bai Lu saw two completely different expressions on Song Zhan's face in an instant, and she felt as if she had wasted her sincere feelings.
Why does Song Zhan smile so brightly at Shen Wanjun, but turn as cold as an ice cube when facing me?
She didn't offend him!
Bai Lu couldn't figure it out, so she decided to stop thinking about it for now.
She said, "Brother Song Zhan, could you stand up and walk a few steps for me to see?"
Song Zhan raised his chin, his gaze piercing: "Shall I walk a few steps for you?"
"May I ask who you are?"
"I..." Bai Lu bit her lip, her expression almost crying, "I was just concerned about you."
"I don't need your concern." Song Zhan's words were harsh, making Bai Lu's heart bleed.
She turned to look at Shen Wanjun, her eyes seeming to say: Are you up to something?
Brother Song Zhan wasn't like this to me before.
If Song Zhan knew what she was thinking, he'd probably be furious.
When did he and she have a past?
Their relationship was limited to Bai Lu asking him to attend a literacy class, which he refused.
That's all.
Shen Wanjun ignored Bai Lu and said only to Song Zhan, "Brother Song Zhan, aren't you going to invite Comrade Bai in?"
She gritted her teeth, emphasizing the word "brother".
A smile appeared on Song Zhan's indifferent face, like a volcano hidden beneath an iceberg.
My wife is really jealous, hehe, she cares about him a lot.
Song Zhan looked up at Bai Lu and said, "Comrade Bai, you can go back now if you have nothing else to do."
Bai Lu never expected that after traveling all this way to see Song Zhan, she would be asked to leave after only a few words.
She waved what she was holding: "Brother Song Zhan, I brought you some malted milk powder. It's best for patients."
Malted milk powder is similar to adult milk powder in China; it's a high-end product. It's brewed and consumed, has a sweet taste, and can supplement calories and nutrients.
Shen Wanjun glanced at it and saw that it was actually the Lekoufu brand, and this can cost 8 yuan.
Bai Lu, a teacher, doesn't earn much a month, yet she was willing to buy malted milk powder for Song Zhan.
“I won’t eat that stuff.” Song Zhan’s refusal was crisp and decisive.
Seeing that Bai Lu wanted to say something, he said directly, "Also, don't call me brother anymore. I'm not your brother."
“But Brother Song Zhan, brother is just a title.”
Bai Lu tried to defend herself, attempting to prove that she really had no ulterior motives and that Song Zhan was just misunderstanding.
Song Zhan: "Are you missing an older brother in your life?"
Tell your parents to have more children for you, and then you can ask them to do whatever they want.
Bai Lu's eyes reddened; Song Zhan's words were infuriating.
If it weren't for his good looks and his position as battalion commander, he wouldn't be able to stand up now.
She wouldn't stand there and let him ridicule her.
Just then, Song Juan returned from grocery shopping.
She naturally overheard their conversation. Song Juan said, "Brother, when did you get a little sister? How come I didn't know?"
It's just being sarcastic and sarcastic; Song Zhan can't do that, but she can.
"Brother, you didn't even tell me you were recognizing a sister."
Song Zhan: "That's not true."
It's all Bai Lu's fault for making these random noises.
"Sister-in-law, I've bought all the groceries." Song Juan had bought a lot of groceries, and Zhang Kuan drove her back directly.
Bai Lu glanced at it and saw a huge pile of rice, flour, cooking oil, meat, and vegetables—enough to last for at least a month.
Shen Wanjun really doesn't know how to manage money. If the vegetables run out, just go buy more. The compound won't run out of supplies.
Shen Wanjun had her own plans; judging by the time, a major blizzard was coming soon.
The book says the blizzard lasted for more than a month, paralyzing communications and roads.
The original owner and Song Zhan were so hungry that they could only drink water to survive.
"I'll help you." Shen Wanjun offered to help carry the things, but Song Juan and Zhang Kuan stopped her.
"Sister-in-law, I can handle this." Zhang Kuan remained as low-key as ever.
He and Song Juan moved the items into the kitchen and put them away.
Song Juan washed her hands and started pickling vegetables. Her sister-in-law said she liked to eat pickled vegetables.
Dang Xianghong gave her a large urn, and she planned to pickle all the vegetables that could be pickled.
"Comrade Bai, is there anything else?" Shen Wanjun asked.
Bai Lu stepped forward and stuffed malted milk powder into Shen Wanjun's hand, but Shen Wanjun took two steps back and said, "You should take it home to eat. We don't accept gifts in our family."
Accepting gifts can easily give others cause for gossip and may even lead to being reported by malicious individuals.
It wasn't that she was judging others by her own petty standards; it was simply that Bai Lu wasn't a good person in her eyes.
Bai Lu felt so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground. She sniffed her frostbitten, red nose.
That couple went too far. She stood in the yard for ages, and they didn't even offer her a drink of water.
In such a short time, she caught a cold.
Seeing that Song Zhan's face was getting colder and colder, Bai Lu rolled her eyes and turned to try to win over Shen Wanjun.
She said, "Comrade Shen, you are a hero in our compound."
As soon as she opened her mouth, Shen Wanjun knew that she was about to say something unpleasant.
After Bai Lu said that last time, she turned around and questioned her for a long time in the auditorium, even disbelieving that she was the one who arrested Special W.
"Hmm, and then what?"
Shen Wanjun was in a good mood today and looked at her leisurely.
She was curious about what Bai Lu was up to.
Bai Lu swallowed her grievances, cleared her throat and said, "Comrade Chen, the art troupe will be performing for the troops during the Spring Festival."
"Our family compound and our school have both been invited to the party. It's a time for the military and civilians to get along. You should come along too!"
Shen Wanjun recalled the last time Bai Lu dressed provocatively and led the children in dancing, but it was only to highlight herself.
She definitely didn't have good intentions this time either.
"I won't participate."
"Comrade Shen, you are a hero, and heroes should be united and proactive."
Oh ho, they're starting to label her and use psychological manipulation on her.
"Comrade Shen has a great figure, his dancing must be beautiful."
Shen Wanjun coughed and pointed to her stomach: "I'm pregnant, I can't jump."
Bai Lu: "Oh, I didn't even remember you were pregnant until you mentioned it. The timing of your pregnancy is really unfortunate."
He glanced at Song Zhan meaningfully as he spoke.
Song Zhan asked coldly, "What do you mean?"
"I was just saying, don't overthink it." Bai Lu's goal was to plant a seed of doubt in Song Zhan's mind.
Having achieved her goal, she smiled and said, "Comrade Shen can't dance, but he can sing. You're beautiful, so your singing must be sweet too."
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