Feng Chunhua plopped down on the sofa and told Zhang Guifang with a huff, "Guifang, my heart is uneasy. There’s something I must talk to you about, or I’ll really die of anger."
"What’s the matter? Sit down and tell me. It’s just as well, I made too much food, and Zecheng isn’t home to eat. He and your Dahe have both gone to the fourth floor, to Staff Officer Qin’s place. You knew about this, didn’t you?" Zhang Guifang said as she served Feng Chunhua and her son their meals.
"What? It wasn’t just my Dahe who went?" Feng Chunhua said as she took the bowl of rice.
"What, you thought your Dahe went by himself?" Zhang Guifang laughed, "This is all because of our Zecheng. Last time, he went to Staff Officer Qin’s home and couldn’t stop raving about the wife’s cooking. And now he’s gone again?"
Feng Chunhua originally thought that Zhang Guifang would be as anxious as she was; seeing that she wasn’t, and even seemed rather cheerful, suddenly made Feng Chunhua feel a bit bitter, "I’m saying, Guifang, how can you be so relaxed about this? Are you really okay with Zecheng going to that vixen’s house for dinner?"
She should be standing with her, Feng Chunhua, in the same trench!
"Why wouldn’t I be? The staff officer is handsome and holds a high rank, are you worried that An Hao might set her sights on your husband?" After being lectured by An Hao last time, she had reflected on her own behavior.
She might have been a chatterbox, but she wasn’t a woman who couldn’t take in what others said.
An Hao had managed to keep her husband’s heart firmly in her grasp, and it must have been more than just her good looks; she certainly had exceptional qualities.
That day, when An Hao got to the point, it really got her thinking, and she realized it was true.
With all her energy, she should be focusing on her husband and children, rather than fretting every day and gossiping about the Zhang Family and the Li Family with Feng Chunhua.
These days, she had been sincerely trying to cook better, and even though she couldn’t fully satisfy her husband, she had noticed that his gaze lingered on her more and more.
A few days ago, on her birthday, Li Zecheng had taken her to the city, bought her a pair of leather shoes, and treated her to cake.
Yesterday, when she felt a bit heat-stricken and her complexion wasn’t good, her husband made her dinner, went out to buy her milk popsicles, and fed her.
In the past, Li Zecheng had also been kind to her, but never as much as now.
In his words, he had seen a wife who was wholeheartedly devoted to him and their home; what reason would he have not to cherish her?
Wasn’t all his hard work aimed at providing for this family, for her?
What made her even happier was that things between them in the bedroom were also increasingly harmonious, and her husband was more willing to spend extra time whispering sweet nothings.
This was a delightful surprise!
"Can you guarantee that little vixen won’t seduce Zecheng, can you guarantee Zecheng isn’t thinking about her? Who knows, maybe he even wants her, which is why he found an excuse to go upstairs," Feng Chunhua said.
"Don’t talk nonsense." Zhang Guifang might have believed this before, but now she didn’t doubt her husband at all, his transformation was a joy to see.
"I’m not talking nonsense." Feng Chunhua drank a couple mouthfuls of rice and continued to say, "If you don’t believe me, then just wait and see how you end up losing out! But I can’t allow my Dahe to keep mixing up with Qin Jian’s family."
Having said that, she tilted her head back and gulped down the rice from her bowl, then told her son, Yang Erxiu, "Go, get upstairs and call your dad back. Tell him to come home for dinner right away."
"Alright," Yang Erxiu set down his bowl and headed for the door, "What if my dad doesn’t come back?"
"Then tell him if he doesn’t come back now, he shouldn’t bother returning at all," Feng Chunhua said angrily.