Lu Xiaojun narrowed his eyes.
Why was there a woman standing beside his second uncle?
And his usually cold-faced second uncle was actually acting… different toward her.
Not only did he nod with a faint smile, he even reached out and lightly patted the girl’s shoulder.
Then the two of them turned and walked straight into the military district guesthouse diagonally across the street!
The popsicle stick in Lu Xiaojun’s mouth dropped to the ground with a plop. He blinked hard.
“Holy sh—…”
…
The Lu Family Villa
This was the residence of Lu Zhenghua, former commander of the 28th Group Army—a neat three-story building.
It was also the home of his son, Lu Weiguo, the current Director of the Political Department of the Provincial Military District.
The one who had just rushed back in a frenzy—Lu Xiaojun—was Lu Weiguo’s son.
At the moment, a black Shanghai sedan was parked at the entrance, and beside it leaned a hastily abandoned “28-inch” bicycle, tilted and nearly fallen over.
Bang bang bang…
Without even changing his shoes, Lu Xiaojun charged into the house, muddy footprints trailing behind him.
“Grandpa! Grandma!!”
His rapid footsteps thudded as he dashed straight up to the second floor.
Liu Xiuyun was on the balcony with Aunt Sun, the housekeeper, slicing green beans into thin strips.
Clean kraft paper was spread across the floor, covered with beans laid out to dry for winter.
“Grandma!!” Lu Xiaojun rushed over breathlessly.
Liu Xiuyun didn’t even look up, continuing to slice.
“What’s the rush? Like your pants are on fire.”
Lu Xiaojun grabbed the large enamel mug on the table and gulped down a mouthful of cooled boiled water, wiping his mouth.
“Grandma! It’s real! Second Uncle brought a wife home! The two of them even went into the guesthouse together!”
The moment Liu Xiuyun heard that, she slipped off her slipper and raised it to smack him.
“Stop talking nonsense! What kind of words are you using? Guesthouse this, guesthouse that!”
“It’s true! It wasn’t just me—Gangzi and the others saw it too!” Lu Xiaojun protested stubbornly.
“It was definitely Second Uncle! That uniform, that height—how could I mistake him?”
Liu Xiuyun didn’t believe a word, shooting him a glare.
“Your second uncle just went back to his unit yesterday. How could he come back again? And with a wife?”
“If he really had a wife, I’d be jumping for joy instead of worrying myself sick every day!”
“Grandma, you really should be happy!” Lu Xiaojun got excited, gesturing animatedly.
“That woman was really pretty. Tall, elegant—she looked perfect with Second Uncle!”
“Shoo, go away!” Liu Xiuyun waved him off impatiently. “Keep teasing your grandma and just wait till your father gets home—I’ll have him deal with you!”
Lu Xiaojun grinned and darted back to his room.
“You brat, take your shoes off! Your grandpa went out to play chess—don’t go stomping around the whole house!” Liu Xiuyun shouted after him before lowering her head to continue chopping.
She straightened up, pounding her slightly sore lower back.
She couldn’t help grumbling inwardly. The boy even dared to joke about her “heartache.”
This time when Lu Weidong came home on leave, he only had seven days in total.
She had secretly hustled to arrange two “chance encounters.”
One was through an old comrade, arranging for him to “coincidentally” have dinner with Deputy Commander Chen’s daughter.
The girl was in the art troupe—beautiful and graceful.
The other was inviting Director Li from the military district hospital’s daughter to come over “to ask for advice.”
That girl was a top student from the Military Medical University, with a bright future ahead.
Both girls had heard of Lu Weidong.
He had quite the reputation in their circle—not just because of his family background and ability.
Just based on his looks and bearing alone, who wouldn’t say he was more striking than the leading performer of the art troupe?
Outstanding in every way.
On the day he had dinner with Deputy Commander Chen’s daughter, Lu Weidong wore a dark expression the whole time.
The moment he realized his mother was pulling this stunt again, he was deeply annoyed.
Ironically, the girl had fallen for him at first sight.
After the meal, she privately held Liu Xiuyun’s hand, hinting repeatedly, “Auntie, please arrange for us to meet more often.”
Lu Weidong was so irritated that once the table was cleared, he started packing to return to his unit.
Liu Xiuyun hurried to stop him. “There’s still Director Li’s daughter you haven’t met! At least take a look before you leave!”
Lu Weidong didn’t even bother replying. Early the next morning, he left directly.
Even today, while chopping vegetables, Liu Xiuyun had been complaining about it to Aunt Sun, the knife hitting the chopping board with loud thuds.
Aunt Sun tried to console her. “Oh, Xiuyun, with Weidong’s qualifications, what are you worried about? Young girls would line up for him!”
“If he doesn’t open his heart and give them a chance, what’s the use even if they line up to the gates of heaven?” Liu Xiuyun chopped a bean into tiny pieces.
“I say he might as well stay a bachelor for life!”
The more she spoke, the angrier she became, her knife coming down even harder.