Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 809: Jin Family’s Hope for Diddy 1

Chapter 809: Chapter 809: Jin Family’s Hope for Diddy 1

"\"What did you say? Impossible!\"" Lu Zhaodi propped up her upper body, bellowed, and her eyes were bloodshot.

It was hotter during the day, and after struggling to give birth, sweat soaked her hair, which clung in strands to her scalp and cheeks. At this moment, Lu Zhaodi, still reeking of postpartum blood, looked particularly disheveled.

Her shout made the baby girl cry even harder.

Guo Xiuying gave her a cold look, with a very unhappy expression on her face, "Whether it’s a son or a daughter, isn’t it a piece of flesh that fell from your body? Could I possibly deceive you? How many times have I told you? Even the propaganda team has talked to you, right? ’Women hold up half the sky,’ those are the old leader’s own words. You mustn’t hold on to any of those feudal thoughts that favor boys over girls!"

Lu Zhaodi’s eyelids flipped, her head tilted back, and she fainted on the spot.

Guo Xiuying and Du Xiaotao looked at each other, then continued their work, one cleaning Lu Zhaodi’s postpartum placenta and other matters, the other bathing the baby girl and wrapping her in swaddling clothes. Fortunately, Lu Zhaodi had firmly believed she would have a son, so everything needed post-birth was well prepared, and the girl was not left without clothes upon her arrival into the world.

"Where’s Jiu Hong?" Guo Xiuying asked, checking Lu Zhaodi’s condition and finding she had only fainted from shock.

Du Xiaotao, placing the baby girl on the kang bed, made a face, "Sister-in-law, you’re asking me? Who am I going to ask? All I know is that Director Jiu wasn’t supposed to be on duty today. By all accounts, he should be at home."

Bringing up Jiu Hong made Du Xiaotao angry.

While the actions of Wang Baozhu and Cao Hongzhu were rather disgusting, at least their husbands had stepped up to take responsibility. Zhu Rong’s family stayed at the guard post and still hadn’t come down from the mountain, and Li Shuitian had formally apologized to Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue, visiting them in person, although they did not accept the apology.

In contrast, Jiu Hong was like a deaf-mute, invisible and unresponsive, nowhere to be seen even when his wife prematurely gave birth.

"What a pity for Jiu Zhaodi." Du Xiaotao sighed. At such a young age, she had to manage the household duties. When her mother went into preterm labor, she was the one who intelligently sought out Guo Xiuying instead of going to the closer Feng Qingxue.

Jiu Zhaodi, who was supposed to have gone to play with Ding Lanlan, stood by the door, timidly saying, "Father hasn’t come back for a long time."

Guo Xiuying and Du Xiaotao both were taken aback and turned to look at Jiu Zhaodi, whose gaze kept drifting towards her sister.

"Zhaodi, you said your father hasn’t come back for a long time? When did he stop coming back?" They were close to the military camp and family quarters, and one could easily go back and forth dozens of times a day if one wanted to.

Jiu Zhaodi answered Guo Xiuying, "It was when Qi Xiang’s mom and Aunt Hongzhu were arguing."

Guo Xiuying frowned, pulled Jiu Zhaodi onto the edge of the kang bed, and pointing at the baby girl in the swaddles, said to her, "Zhaodi, this is your sister, your closest kin. You must take good care of her. If you ever encounter any difficulties, come find me."

Lu Zhaodi was so desperate for a son that she certainly wouldn’t take good care of her younger daughter. They could only count on the very young Jiu Zhaodi now.

Jiu Zhaodi touched her sister’s cheek, grinned, her black and red face full of excitement, "Sister, I have a sister now. I will play with my sister from now on and won’t play with others. Mom won’t beat me anymore, right?"

Guo Xiuying and Du Xiaotao were momentarily startled, then looked down to see the bruise behind Jiu Zhaodi’s ear.

Du Xiaotao immediately reached out to roll up Jiu Zhaodi’s long sleeve, his eyes flashing with the same anger as Guo Xiuying’s because Jiu Zhaodi’s arms were covered in new injuries over old ones. They were either pinched or burnt, and there were also traces of being hit with something like a rolling pin, a sight that was shocking to behold.