Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1315: Unbelievable 6

Chapter 1315: Chapter 1315: Unbelievable 6

Lu Jiang followed out and hurriedly introduced his wife, saying, "The older one is Sister Sai Xiaocui from Chief Jiang’s family; she’s been helping our family clean up the house these past two days. I was just about to take you to visit Sister, but it turns out Sister has come before us."

Sai Xiaocui smiled and said, "What’s there to be polite about? I’m just here to see if you all need any help. Comrade Lu, even though you’re a leader, you’re young, and your wife is even younger. Being new to this place, you must feel unfamiliar, but we’ve followed the troops here several months ago and already got the lay of the land. I’d be more than capable of acting as a guide."

Then, pointing at the young woman dressed in dacron to Feng Qingxue, she said, "This is Hu Shuixian, Du Heng’s wife, and that one is Li Panpan, Zhao Yun’s wife."

Both were still in shock when they heard Sai Xiaocui’s introduction, and hurriedly addressed Feng Qingxue, saying, "Sister!"

"Hello!" Feng Qingxue quickly replied with a polite smile, "It’s cold outside, and there’s quite a breeze here. Let’s go inside and talk."

Until they entered the house, Hu Shuixian and Li Panpan could still hardly believe what they saw.

Feng Qingxue was too young, too pretty; based solely on looks and age, Lu Jiang simply didn’t match up to her. With such an elegant and beautiful wife, it’s no wonder Lu Jiang paid no attention to the female soldiers who were sweet on him.

"Sister, how old are you this year?" Li Panpan, being more lively, finally couldn’t help but ask.

Feng Qingxue glanced at Lu Jiang’s dark face, covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "This year is ’70. I was eighteen in ’60, and that was also the year I met Ajiang. How old do you think I am this year? Time flies, I’m almost thirty."

One only feels the swift passage of time when speaking of age.

Li Panpan swallowed hard and exclaimed, "Twenty-eight? Impossible! You look at least five years younger than me!"

With her fair and smooth skin shining with a moist radiance, even the young ladies in their prime from the art troupe might not compare to her. With such looks, such poise and grace, who would believe she was nearly thirty?

Young women are always the ones most concerned about their appearance, without exception.

Feng Qingxue pressed her lips together in a smile, passing the enameled pots of water she had filled to them, and asked Li Panpan, "How old are you this year?"

"Twenty-five, and Shuixian is a year younger than I am," Li Panpan said.

Feng Qingxue was speechless; she had always thought that Hu Shuixian and Li Panpan were about her age but turned out to be several years younger than her. It seemed that maintaining oneself was of great importance for a woman.

The cosmetics she had used weren’t a waste after all, she thought to herself.

After Li Panpan responded to Feng Qingxue’s question, she suddenly became gleeful, "Sister, you must go out with us first thing tomorrow morning to make those who gossip behind our backs drop their jaws in surprise!"

"Panpan!" Hu Shuixian called out, giving her pointed looks.

Li Panpan ignored the signals, "What’s so wrong to say? Sister Qingxue should be aware of it. Isn’t it all because we’re young and got married to senior officers through the arrangements of the military? They’ve said all sorts of nasty things behind our backs. At the end of the day, don’t they also wish to see their daughters, sisters, or nieces climb the social ladder?"

Feng Qingxue hurriedly said, "There are people coveting our Lu Jiang? Tell me who they are. Honestly, I’m not worried about my Lu Jiang; I’m worried about some shameless people trying to destroy our revolutionary relationship, which is why I rushed over here with the child."

Li Panpan was invigorated, "There are quite a few, Sister. Let me tell you about them slowly."

...End of Chapter Ten. Another colleague has passed away, so I’ve decided not to stay up late anymore. I’ll try to arrange my writing schedule reasonably and exercise regularly. May the departed rest in a painless paradise, and I hope you all go to bed early, rise early, and exercise frequently because illness does not discriminate by profession.