Chapter 238 - “How did you and your girlfriend make your relationship official?” (2)
Edited by: Lulu
Tong Xuelu had an appreciation for Jiang Danhong’s strength and persistence. Tong Xuelu wasn’t sure she could do as well as Jiang Danhong if she was in her shoes.
Now that she was alone in the capital city and had to deal with all the gossip around her, Tong Xuelu really hoped that she could do something for her.
Besides, she felt that Jiang Danhong was a very intelligent person.
As much as Jiang Huarong was guilty, in many people’s eyes, she was still the ungrateful one, who had turned on the family that had raised her. There would always be Mother Marys, who felt that she had been selfish and heartless.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if she was only going to report Jiang Huarong, but she also wanted to report her father-in-law and husband. Once the word got out, the amount of pressure that she would have to face would be awful.
She must have figured that as well, which was why she had donated her dowries to the country and also picked a normal position for herself.
A person could not have the cake and eat it too. By turning in her dowries, she could prevent others from being envious of her and at the same time, leave a good impression on the government officials.
If she was to need any assistance in the future, there would be people who would definitely step in and help because of her integrity.
Wen Rugui said in an apologetic tone, “I apologize. I wasn’t aware that it was your birthday on Saturday. I will be here for sure.”
Having said that, he paused for a little bit and added, “I am not sure whether Comrade Jiang would come though.”
Tong Xuelu waved her hand. “That’s fine. Just inform her. She is welcome to come if she likes, but she doesn’t need to force herself if she doesn’t either.”
Wen Rugui acknowledged her. His eyes then lowered as he said, “Is there anything specific that you would like for your birthday, Comrade Tong?”
Before Tong Xuelu could reply, however, Tong Mianmian had already interjected in her milky voice, shouting, “Big Sister wants a military jacket!”
Wen Rugui responded quickly this time. He nodded and said, “Okay.”
A bit flustered, Tong Xuelu quickly said, “Don’t bother with that, Comrade Wen. You don’t need to bring anything. Just bring yourself.”
She only casually mentioned the military jacket the day she received all the clothes. She didn’t think that Tong Mianmian would have remembered what she said in passing.
Wen Rugui gave her a look and said, “It’s not a hassle at all.”
After Wen Rugui was gone, Tong Xuelu shut the wooden door tight. She then turned around and saw the little bun’s head was lowered, looking very aggrieved.
She walked over and rubbed her head. “What’s the matter, Mianmian? Why do you look so dispirited?”
Tong Mianmian looked up, blinked her large eyes, and asked cautiously, “Big Sister, did Mianmian say something wrong?”
Tong Xuelu squatted down and gave her a loud peck on her fair little cheek. “Mianmian did not say anything wrong. Big Sister is not blaming you.”
Perhaps due to the fact that their parents passed away early, Tong Xuelu felt that her siblings were more sensitive than other kids.
Tong Mianmian’s eyes lit back up again after she heard that. Gaining back her usual cheerfulness, she held her Big Sister’s face and kissed her back.
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Meanwhile, Wen Rugui just arrived at the military compound.
Old Mr. Wen, who didn’t expect to see him so soon, was baffled. “Why are you still in the city? I thought you had returned to the base already!”
Before Wen Rugui could reply, he spotted the bag in his hand.
Old Mr. Wen lifted his brows and asked, “What’s that you’re carrying in your hand? Why does it smell so good?”
Without showing anything on his face, Wen Rugui calmly replied, “A friend of mine made some sweet and crispy taros.”
A friend of mine = Young Grass.
Old Mr. Wen was very sensitive to those two words right now. The word “friend” instantly reminded him of Young Grass. “Did Young Grass make those? Hurry up and let me try!”
Wen Rugui knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep the food from his grandpa, so he obediently handed the sweet and crispy taros over to Old Mr. Wen.
Not letting him go just yet, Old Mr. Wen continued to ask, “And what’s inside the other bag?”
“Dried chrysanthemum.”
Old Mr. Wen instantly lost interest when he found out that it was dried chrysanthemum.