Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1462: Tit for Tat 1

Chapter 1462: Chapter 1462: Tit for Tat 1

Around the age of forty, with sallow and dark skin, a sharp face, high cheekbones, a pair of bushy eyebrows that droop slightly, a pair of triangular eyes, slightly downward sloping corners of the mouth, deep lines flanking the nostrils, the military green clothing did little to conceal the acerbic and bitter air exuding from every move she made.

This was the first impression she gave to Feng Qingyun, and it was a very bad one.

They say the face is a reflection of the heart; people with spiteful features often give off an uncomfortable vibe, and it’s usually because they are indeed malicious. If one has a calm disposition and is kind-hearted, no matter how unfavorable their appearance may be, they would still look comfortable to others.

Fubao curiously glanced at her, then immediately hid behind his aunt, thinking, this person seems fierce!

"I believe that the least courtesy one should have is to introduce oneself first before asking for the other person’s honorable surname and name," said Feng Qingyun, who wasn’t going to be easily bullied. Facing the other’s contemptuous look, she smiled even sweeter and more politely, "I am Feng Qingyun. What’s your honorable name and surname, ma’am? Since you called me by name straight away, surely you wouldn’t have us not knowing who you are."

The middle-aged woman replied ungraciously, "My name is Wa Zhanling."

"Not familiar!" Even if Feng Qingyun could guess the other’s identity, she wouldn’t say it. Seeing Wa Zhanling acting as if her name should be known and admired by all, Feng Qingyun found it extremely laughable.

"You don’t know me? You actually don’t know who I am?" Wa Zhanling was very angry.

Feng Qingyun answered innocently, "Should I know who you are? May I ask what contributions have you made for our country? Merely by name, I only know our country’s proletarian revolutionists and masters of various fields; I also recognize every soldier in the army who is always ready, as well as comrades in our troop who work in literature and arts, but I don’t know what the three words ’Wa Zhanling’ represent."

Wa Zhanling almost died with anger, "Sharp-tongued! No matter how sharp your tongue is, it’s useless, you might not know me, but you definitely know our family’s Zhanpeng, don’t you? If you know what’s good for you, you won’t entangle with our Zhanpeng anymore; our family is not a place where just anyone can enter."

Feng Qingyun was getting annoyed, yet her lovely face still bore a sweet smile, "What kind of family is yours? Do tell."

"Indeed, I also want to know how high the threshold of your family is, saying that our Xiaoyun is not qualified to enter," Luo Cheng joined the conversation from behind Feng Qingyun, standing shoulder to shoulder with Father Luo, Xibao supporting Father Luo, while Luo Peng aided Luo Cheng. Luo Cheng, experiencing the filial piety of his grandson for the first time, felt a sweet satisfaction in his heart, feeling extremely happy and realizing the significant impact of environment and friends on a child.

Hearing the conversation between Wa Zhanling and Feng Qingyun, Luo Cheng was very displeased, particularly with Wa Zhanling. Feng Qingyun was an excellent child; she was the spitting image of Feng Qingxue, which made the elder take to her even more.

"Who are you?" Wa Zhanling turned towards Luo Cheng.

It was not surprising that Wa Zhanling couldn’t recognize Luo Cheng, although he was an old revolutionary, Luo Cheng lived a simple life, his clothes patched over patches. Without his security officers around him, he looked no different from an ordinary old man.

At this time, the security officers were in the back; in front of them were Feng Qingxue and Wang Cuilan with the triplets.

Clanking his cane on the ground, Luo Cheng said, "You don’t need to know who I am, whose child are you? Tell me, so I can listen as well."

Wa Zhanling, failing to recognize Luo Cheng, puffed out her chest and lifted her brows with pride, "My father is Wa Sheng, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, my mother is Du Juan, who works in the Women’s Federation, my older brother..."

"Just talk about your own achievements!" Luo Cheng cut her off, impatiently.