My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 421: What nonsense are you talking about 421

Chapter 421: What nonsense are you talking about 421

But he had just undergone surgery, and with so many people attending the exhibition, how could they possibly let him be discharged from the hospital?

It took a great deal of effort to keep him in the hospital.

Gu Yingzhou understood Ai Gong’s temperament well and knew it was not easy to keep that stubborn mule in the hospital, so he smiled helplessly, "Thanks for all your hard work."

The comrades from the Machinery Factory quickly shook their heads.

"Not at all, not at all, such a great learning opportunity, we wish it came around more often."

"The ones who worked hard are you and Secretary Jing, we didn’t do anything."

On the way over, their food, drinks, toilet needs, and sleeping arrangements had been properly taken care of by Factory Director Gu and Secretary Jing.

Having such thoughtful leaders was their good fortune.

Especially since they had heard that other Machinery Factories had at most a dozen spots for the study event, while their factory had over twenty. They were well aware that Factory Director Gu must have pulled some strings behind the scenes.

Everyone was grateful and kept it in their hearts.

Gu Yingzhou’s expression remained indifferent, "... Right! There are a few technical exchange meetings in the afternoon, take the opportunity to learn well."

The crowd was overjoyed.

A technical exchange meeting, that’s what they loved.

During the conversation, a line of people queued up at the entrance.

Once inside, they eagerly began a new round of visits and learning.

Meanwhile.

In a break during the queueing.

Lin Tang was teased by her colleagues.

"Comrade Xiaolin, how did it go, your visit to meet the parents went smoothly?" a female Technician asked with a smile.

Their trip to Sea City was for official business, and normally personal leave from the group was not permitted.

But rules are rigid, people are flexible, and since Lin Tang had been requested to assist by the Technology Department, everyone had lower expectations for her.

She just needed to take care of herself.

When the young lady said she wanted to take some of her noon break to visit her significant other’s family, Yang Lao immediately agreed.

Lin Tang had taken her leave when Qiao Cheng, the chatterbox, was there.

In an instant, the news spread throughout the Technical Team.

Everyone knew: Comrade Lin was going to her partner’s home to meet the parents.

Caught off guard by the question, Lin Tang hesitated for a moment before breaking into a smile, "Very smoothly."

The female Technician put her arm around Lin Tang’s shoulders as intimately as she would with a little sister.

"Of course, it went smoothly! Our Comrade Lin is so outstanding. Who wouldn’t like her?!"

Qiao Cheng nodded in agreement, "No doubt about that."

Yang Lao had a high opinion of Gu Yingzhou and Lin Tang.

One was stable, the other charming. Both were intelligent, and the child they would have would surely be smart and become a great asset in building the country.

Expectation showed on Yang Lao’s face as he said with a smile, "Now that you’ve met the parents, you should date seriously. I’m looking forward to your wedding candy from you and Factory Director Gu."

Lin Tang was quite forthright, "Sure, everyone will get their share of the wedding candy."

Seeing the young lady not only unembarrassed but also quite looking forward to it, everyone couldn’t help but chuckle.

The group entered the venue one after another, immediately becoming serious.

Yang Lao had received news earlier that there would be a technical exchange meeting for the textile industry happening in the Industrial Area.

Seeing that the time was nearly upon them and not wanting to delay, he led the crowd to the Industrial Area.

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At Shuangshan Brigade, the Lin Family.

Qi Dafa’s wife, Guan Aiju, glanced through the wide-open door of the Lin Family courtyard and saw Goudan airing out a mattress again. She laughed, "Goudan is sunning the mattress for your aunt again?"

Goudan frowned slightly, patiently correcting her.

"Aunt Guan, I’ve changed my name. I’m now called Lin Zhicheng, you can call me Zhicheng."

Remembering that the uncles and aunts in the village kept forgetting to address him by his new name, Goudan’s face showed his helplessness.

Little did he know that his earnest, grown-up appearance made the villagers even more eager to tease him.

Guan Aiju stored away today’s source of amusement as she considered Goudan’s earnest seriousness, "Alright, got it, Zhicheng."

Goudan nodded solemnly, "Hmm, don’t forget again."

Guan Aiju couldn’t suppress a chuckle, "I won’t."

After that, she glanced at the thin mattress on the clothesline and asked again, "Why are you sunning your little aunt’s mattress again? Didn’t you just do that a few days ago?"

Goudan seriously tapped the mattress with a small broom meant for sweeping beds.

She replied in a spare moment, "Yeah, my grandma said the quilts got damp from the rain a few days ago, so I’m sunning them again."

Guan Aiju, eyeing that soft, plush-looking new quilt, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy.

Xiuli is really generous.

To use such nice fabric just for quilts.

Guan Aiju sighed internally but then thought it was someone else’s business and pushed her emotions to the back of her mind.

She smiled and deftly changed the subject, "When is your little aunt coming back?"

Upon hearing this, Goudan frowned.

The truth was, he didn’t know either.

His grandma would say every day that his little aunt would be back in a few days, but it had already been several days, and she still hadn’t returned.

He was afraid that he would have to sun the quilts and blankets a few more times before his little aunt came back.

Guan Aiju looked at Goudan curiously, and Choudan and the others also gazed at him eagerly.

Goudan was in a tight spot.

Just then, Li Xiuli came out.

Goudan heaved a sigh of relief as if a load had been lifted, and eagerly asked, "Grandma, when is my little aunt coming back?"

Li Xiuli was just spreading out beans to dry with a winnowing basket.

Hearing her eldest grandson mention her daughter, she nearly burst into tears.

Tangtang had been gone for so many days.

How she missed her!

"Soon, she’ll be back in a few days."

Goudan: "..."

After a moment of silence, Goudan continued,

"Grandma, but you also said a couple of days ago that my little aunt would be back in a few days."

Guan Aiju noticed the expression in his eyes and laughed, "Silly child, your grandma doesn’t know when your little aunt is coming back either."

Li Xiuli: "..." What a blunt truth to spill.

Tangtang’s telegram really didn’t specify when she would return.

Goudan, who had been counting the days on his fingers every day, appeared utterly baffled.

Four pairs of deer-like eyes looked accusingly at Li Xiuli.

Goudan pursed his lips, and the force of his arm patting the quilt grew weaker and weaker.

Eventually, his head drooped listlessly, completely devoid of energy.

Choudan, who had been drawing in the courtyard while waiting for his little aunt to see his work, let out a long, drawn-out sigh.

"Hai—"

His voice and tone were exactly like Li Xiuli’s, just with an added sullenness.

Li Xiuli couldn’t help laughing and crying at his long sigh.

All her emotions dissipated.

She reached out, tousled Choudan’s hair without certainty, and said, "Why the sigh? I reckon she should be back soon; your little aunt has been gone for over a week now."

Choudan tilted his head to look at her, "Really?"

Li Xiuli paused, "... Maybe."

Choudan stared intently at his grandma for two seconds before returning to his drawing.

Li Xiuli rarely looked down at what he was drawing.

Two braids, a round face, big eyes, red lips...

Not a single feature resembled Tangtang.

Yet she thought it looked incredibly like her own Tangtang.

"What is this you’re drawing?" Li Xiuli asked with a trace of uncertainty, "Your little aunt?"

Choudan’s eyes lit up, and he nodded emphatically.

Li Xiuli fondled the drawing paper, "Oh my, my grandson draws really well."

Guan Aiju also leaned over to have a look.

She had wondered what kind of drawing a little kid could come up with.

But upon looking, she was taken aback.

"It does look quite like her. Did Choudan come up with this drawing completely on his own?"

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