Marriage in the 1970s: The Political Commissar's Contract Wife

Zheng Yunzhu shook off Li Yunxiao, leaned closer to Zhixia, and began to relentlessly "undermine" Fang Chu: "Sister-in-law, tell me the truth, what exactly do you see in Fang Chu? Let me tell you, all his good qualities are just an act! He's a real scoundrel behind the scenes! He was the most cunning and wicked person there when we were kids! Don't be fooled by him!"

Zhi Xia was completely dumbfounded when she saw the girl in front of her who was always so outrageous. She had only one thought in her mind: This girl seems to be different from the "distant sister" that Fang Chu mentioned.

Seeing Zheng Yunzhu's increasingly outrageous words and actions, Li Yunxiao felt his scalp tingle. He tugged at her sleeve forcefully and warned in a low voice, "My dear aunt! Stop talking! Can't you watch your mouth? If Fang Chu finds out, he'll never forgive you!"

Zheng Yunzhu, however, nonchalantly tossed her chin up, displaying a hint of arrogant arrogance: "I'm his sister! What can he do to me? Besides, he wouldn't dare do anything to me!"

After saying that, she turned her head again, her eyes shining brightly as she stared intently at Zhixia, her tone filled with pure and undisguised admiration: "Sister-in-law, how can you be so beautiful? Your skin is so white, like a peeled egg!"

Before she finished speaking, she inexplicably reached out and touched Zhixia's cheek with her fingertips in a very light and quick motion!

The touch was warm and smooth, like a small firework exploding in her heart, making her feel incredibly beautiful, and a fascinated smile appeared on her face.

Zhi Xia was startled by her sudden "intimate" gesture. She instinctively shrank back, her face flushing red. Embarrassed, she didn't know what to do with her hands and feet, and her voice was barely audible: "You...you shouldn't do this..."

Zheng Yunzhu seemed not to hear her, and instead took Zhixia's hand, rubbing it in her palm, and sighed regretfully, "Ah! I wish I were a man! I would definitely be more caring than Fang Chu!"

Li Yunxiao was utterly exasperated, practically digging a hole in his toes with rage. He was screaming inwardly: Fang Chu! You better come back right now! If you don't come back soon, your wife might just be snatched away by your "adopted sister"!

Even Chao Huaihua, who was standing to the side, felt that the scene was so awkward that she wanted to disappear on the spot.

Looking at Zheng Yunzhu's infatuated expression, she couldn't help but wonder: Her own daughter was quite pretty, but not to the point of being breathtakingly beautiful. What kind of sister was Fang Chu's? Why was she acting like a naive and frivolous girl?

A strange yet amusing atmosphere filled the room.

Feeling a little uncomfortable under Zheng Yunzhu's intense gaze, Zhi Xia could only reply softly, "You're very beautiful too."

Zheng Yunzhu shook her head vigorously, her tone filled with genuine regret: "I know I'm not bad looking, but I'm not as pretty as you! I wish you were mine..."

Zhi Xia lowered her eyelashes and sighed softly, "I can only say that we met a little too late."

These words were like opening the floodgates of Zheng Yunzhu's emotions. She immediately found the "culprit" and angrily accused, "It's all Fang Chu's fault! Why didn't he tell me when he met you? If he had told me earlier, you two definitely wouldn't have gotten married! I would have introduced you to our art troupe immediately! With your looks and your temperament, it's such a waste that you're not on stage!"

Listening to her childish complaints, Zhixia thought about the life trajectory she might have originally had, and a sense of loss welled up in her heart. She subconsciously nodded and agreed, "It's...it's all his fault."

This agreement made Zheng Yunzhu feel like she had found a kindred spirit. Her eyes lit up instantly, and she excitedly hugged Zhixia, joyfully announcing in her ear, "You agree with me too, don't you! Xiaxia! I like you so much! I fell in love with you at first sight!"

Just as she was holding Zhixia tightly, a low growl filled with suppressed anger came from the doorway: "Zheng, Yun, Zhu! Get the hell out of my way!"

Before she could finish speaking, a large hand reached out and grabbed Zheng Yunzhu by the back of her collar without any politeness, pulling her away from Zhixia like a chick and throwing her aside.

Fang Chu's tall figure blocked Zhi Xia's path, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. His eyes glared warily at Zheng Yunzhu, who had stumbled a step, and he declared ownership, word by word: "She's my wife! Don't you dare lay a finger on me!"

For a moment, the room was filled with Li Yunxiao's suppressed laughter, Chao Huaihua's helpless expression, and Zheng Yunzhu's unconvinced mutterings.

Zheng Yunzhu was pulled away by Fang Chu, and she snorted defiantly, raising her chin provocatively, "Tch! She's your wife now, but that might not be the case in the future!"

Fang Chu pushed her back again, blocking Zhi Xia's path, his tone resolute and possessive: "Xia Xia is now, and will be forever, my wife! Don't even think about it!"

"Tch," Zheng Yunzhu was too lazy to argue with him anymore. She turned around, her expression changing instantly to a sweet smile, and moved closer to Chao Huaihua, showing off her treasure like she was presenting a treasure: "Auntie! Look what good things I brought for Xiaxia!"

Chao Huaihua was amused by this lively girl and asked in a cooperative tone, "What is it? Why are you treating me like such a treasure?"

Zheng Yunzhu carefully pulled out a neatly folded red blanket from the huge net bag. The blanket was a bright, true red, embroidered with a majestic yet adorable little tiger in gold thread, the stitches fine and dense, clearly indicating its high value.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Zheng Yunzhu proudly unfolded the blanket, revealing a lifelike little tiger in the sunlight.

Chao Huaihua took the fabric and touched it, nodding repeatedly, "Beautiful! Really beautiful! The fabric is soft, and the embroidery is exquisite!"

Zhi Xia was also drawn over, looking at the exquisite little blanket with obvious delight in her eyes: "It's so pretty."

Fang Chu watched as the three women huddled around a bag and received compliments, and couldn't help but interject, "My family has twins, and you only brought one. There's not enough to go around."

He thought Zheng Yunzhu would be embarrassed, but to his surprise, she suddenly turned her head, her eyes wide, and her voice rose: "Twins? Fang Chu! Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Fang Chu was taken aback by the shout, and instinctively retorted, "I already said that!"

"What did you say?!" Zheng Yunzhu stomped her foot angrily. "You only mentioned your son! You didn't say there were two! You just said 'my son,' who knew you'd bring two! I should have bought two! Now look what's happened, two kids sharing one swaddle blanket, how are we going to divide them? Are you going to take responsibility if they fight?"

Her barrage of questions left Fang Chu speechless, and she could only touch her nose, knowing she was in the wrong.

Li Yunxiao watched his childhood friend's discomfiture and laughed so hard his shoulders shook.