Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1204: Applying for Discharge 3

Chapter 1204: Chapter 1204: Applying for Discharge 3

The Jiang family first celebrated the birth of triplets, making countless people envious, but then their youngest son’s life hung by a thread, causing great distress to the entire family, and there was no one in the whole army who didn’t know about it. Comrade Chen Lancheng had visited Zhuangzhuang with his comrades after the boy’s condition improved. Naturally, he was well aware of Feng Qingxue and Zhuangzhuang’s situation, with both mother and child showing a sickly appearance, they truly were pitiable.

"Let’s do this, Comrade Lu Jiang." Chen Lancheng pondered for a moment, "Let our department discuss it and we’ll give you an answer in a few days. You know, this application can’t just be approved immediately."

Lu Jiang understood, "Then I’ll have to trouble Comrade Chen Lancheng and all the comrades."

The approval hadn’t come through, but Qiao Desheng had returned.

After coming back, Qiao Desheng immediately learned of these two major pieces of news, almost getting shocked senseless.

Zhuangzhuang had been barely breathing and Feng Qingxue was now applying for discharge from the army, neither of which was a small matter.

Fang Ning sighed, opened Qiao Desheng’s luggage to tidy up, and seeing that the bag was empty, she knew he had left the bedding and clothes for his parents. She didn’t pay it much mind, since they were meant for the elders anyway. Then she said, "You had barely left for two days when Zhuangzhuang fell ill, suddenly taken to the hospital in the early hours. It was fortunate that Qingxue spotted it early and took such meticulous care. She managed to save his life. I’m not surprised at all that Qingxue is being discharged; her love for the child is too deep, too profound."

Qiao Desheng murmured in agreement, "Then I must visit, visit Sister Qingxue and Zhuangzhuang. I wasn’t home before, which was understandable, but now that I’m back, I can’t not go."

"That’s only right, we’ll go together."

Seeing Qiao Desheng and his wife Fang Ning, Lu Jiang was delighted, "When did you come back? I didn’t even notice."

His question was directed at Qiao Desheng, and naturally, it was Qiao Desheng who answered, handing over two cans of Malt essence he had bought on the way, "Just got home and heard that Sister and Zhuangzhuang were ill, so I came to check on you. Are you feeling better now?"

"Just your presence is enough, why bring things? Comrade Fang Ning was a great help to us while we were at the hospital."

Qiao Desheng glanced at his wife and smiled, "It’s only right to help out, besides, who visits the sick empty-handed?"

Fang Ning spoke directly, "You brothers chat, I’ll go to the bedroom to see Qingxue and the child."

"Alright, Qingxue just woke up and is reading." Lu Jiang said.

As Fang Ning entered, she indeed saw Feng Qingxue leaning against a stack of folded quilts reading a book, with the triplets lying side by side beside her. The mother and four children were covered with one quilt, while Xibao was practicing his writing at a desk, and Fubao was walking back and forth on the ground.

The tap, tap, tap sounds came from Fubao, and as Fang Ning focused her gaze, she couldn’t help but laugh.

The little girl was wearing Feng Qingxue’s leather shoes, constantly saying, "Mommy, do I look pretty? Fubao is the prettiest, right?"

"Right!" Feng Qingxue answered distractedly.

Xibao rolled his eyes and muttered while writing, "Mom, I want to play too."

Although Feng Qingxue felt sorry that her son was missing out on freedom, she steeled her heart and said, "Once you finish your writing, you can play. You promised Grandpa in your letter, that you would practice three full pages of characters each day to show him when we get back home. ’A man is only as good as his word,’ ’A gentleman’s agreement is as heavy as a mountain,’ ’A gentleman’s promise is hard to chase even with a team of horses,’ ’A promise is worth a thousand in gold,’ all describe the importance of keeping one’s word."

"I’m not a gentleman, I’m Xibao!" replied Xibao with roving eyes, yet his hand was steady, completing the strokes in one fluid motion.

Fang Ning leaned over to take a look and was astonished, exclaiming, "Xibao’s writing is beautiful! Qingxue, how did you teach him? He’s so young and writes so neatly, and it’s even with a brush, he’s only seven years old!"