Zhu Jing warmly greeted Wen Ci and, while speaking, took an egg from the side and handed it to Wen Ci, saying with a smile, “Have an egg.”
Wen Ci waved her hand in refusal, “This isn’t appropriate, Sister Jing.”
The canteen at the Northwest Military District only gives out free eggs on Monday mornings. Since it wasn’t Monday, she couldn’t accept Sister Jing’s egg.
Zhu Jing explained, “This egg is from the free-range chickens my husband’s family raises. It’s not from the canteen. Eating this egg is very good for nutrition.”
Hearing Zhu Jing’s words, Wen Ci remembered that Sister Jing’s husband is from Li Village, which is not far from the Northwest Military District. The village has about a hundred households.
Wen Ci shook her head in refusal, “Give it to your little monkey to eat.”
Sister Jing’s son, Xiao Pihou (Little Monkey), had just entered the second grade of elementary school. He was thin and small, and since children are at a stage where they need to grow, the nutritious free-range eggs should be saved for him.
“Xiao Pihou has his,” she said, forcefully giving the egg to Wen Ci. She also handed her a bowl of porridge and two steamed buns, her face beaming with a happy smile, “Now that I have a salary, I cook an egg for Xiao Pihou every day.”
Previously, the family had to make do with just her husband’s salary.
Now that she was the head chef at the military district canteen, she also had a salary, which was even higher than her husband’s.
Seeing that she couldn’t refuse, Wen Ci smiled warmly at Zhu Jing and slowly said, “Then thank you, Sister Jing.”
After eating, Wen Ci went to the hospital. Just as she was about to go upstairs to change and start her shift, she ran into the nurse she had chatted with yesterday and Yu Qing on the first floor.
Their eyes were filled with gossip.
Yu Qing took the initiative to ask, “Comrade Wen Ci, is the Living King of Hell next door really your husband?”
“Uh…” Wen Ci hesitated whether to admit it, when Xue Li’s excited voice came from beside her, “Yes, she is! My sister-in-law’s husband is the Living King of Hell.”
“…” Wen Ci was speechless, “Why are you everywhere?”
Xue Li laughed.
Yesterday, he came to the hospital but didn’t get the medicine for his comrade. After work, only the night shift doctors and nurses were at the hospital, and he didn’t know what medicine had been prescribed during the day.
He could only come to get the medicine after the morning training ended.
Wen Ci nodded in admission, “My husband is Huo Jingyuan.”
This wasn’t something worth hiding from everyone; she just didn’t want to cause any waves, especially since Huo Jingyuan was a regiment commander in the Northwest.
Suddenly, Su Wanqing passed by. Her previously dull eyes immediately lit up upon seeing Xue Li, and she grabbed his arm, asking, “Captain Xue, do you know who Brother Huo’s wife is?”
Seeing that he didn’t speak, Su Wanqing continued, “Aren’t you Brother Huo’s comrade? You should know who his wife is, right?”
For a moment, everyone’s gaze involuntarily fell on Wen Ci. Without her permission, no one dared to speak.
Yu Qing, seeing the situation, quickly said, “It’s time for our shift, let’s go to work.”
Wen Ci’s gaze lingered on Su Wanqing for a moment. So she had returned from abroad for Huo Jingyuan. She withdrew her gaze and calmly said, “What’s the use of knowing who his wife is?”
“It’s useful, of course it’s useful. Brother Huo and I grew up together; he must have married to fulfill his grandfather’s dying wish.
I want to persuade them to divorce.”
Wen Ci: “…”
What a way to ‘persuade’ them to divorce.
If it were the original body, who had little education, grew up in the countryside, and had a humble and submissive personality, facing a woman like Su Wanqing who was direct about her feelings, she might really have chosen to divorce.
But she wasn’t the original body.
Wen Ci lazily lifted her eyelids, her dark eyes resting on Su Wanqing, and calmly said word by word, “So, Dr. Su, are you going to persuade me to divorce?”
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