A courtyard house; Li Yunlong, a subordinate of the deputy director of Harbin Military Engineering I

"Come on, come here~"

Zhang Xiyue remained silent, her back to him, the contours of her shoulder blades rising and falling slightly beneath her thin undershirt. Her silence was like a still pond, yet beneath it burned a fierce fire.

"Fine, since you're not coming, I'll go to you."

Zhang Renfeng acted immediately, bracing himself with his elbows and nimbly crawling over.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Zhang Xiyue turned around, startled by the noise of him turning over. She reached out to block his downward-pointing hand, her face flushed red.

"Don't start touching there as soon as you lie down... Xiuqi is going to drink tomorrow, and your breath smells like smoke."

She described the smell of smoke as some major source of pollution, but the strength with which she gripped his wrist was weak, showing no sign of resistance.

You stinky Renfeng, you wicked Renfeng, if you really want to make amends, just say so... It's late at night, and it's a bit hot.

Zhang Renfeng grinned mischievously, lying on his side and pulling her into his arms. He rested his chin on the top of her head, smelling the familiar scent of soapberry. The sense of security he felt was like a mouthful of hot porridge, soothing every pore of his body.

"Renfeng, aren't you hot? It's so hot, why don't you go lie down over there? I'll go to the other side."

"Oh, you just said you wanted to sleep in my arms, but now that I'm holding you, you're complaining about being too hot. Okay, I'll go open the window."

"No, it's not good to open the window..." Zhang Xiyue reached out and tugged at his clothes.

The lack of air conditioning in those days was indeed a hassle. Fortunately, summer nights in Beijing were drier than in the south, and the cool breeze in the latter half of the night made it possible to stay indoors.

Zhang Xiyue patted his large hand that was resting on her chest again, but Zhang Renfeng not only didn't let go, he tightened his grip and held her tightly, not allowing her to crawl away.

"You wicked person, you have no shame! Don't you want me to get some sleep? I have to go to the Heavy Industry Bureau tomorrow..."

"Wait a little longer, it'll be ready soon." Zhang Renfeng whispered in her ear, his voice low and sticky.

"Aren't you going to inspect various training sites tomorrow? Get some rest. It won't be good for your subordinates to see you looking tired."

"I'm not going anywhere tomorrow, I'll just stay home. I'll take the kids to Old Chen first thing tomorrow morning, and then we'll go to sleep."

"I don't believe you. Even if I don't go out, don't I need to go to my older brother's place and Mr. Nie's place?" Zhang Xiyue rolled her eyes inwardly, too lazy to call him out on it.

"Ouch, don't rub..." She was numb and pressed down on his flailing hands.

She knew this guy wouldn't give up so easily, so she quickly pressed his head down. "Hey, be good, don't move... but we need to find another place, lest Xiuqi wakes up."

Zhang Xiyue breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her voice and finished speaking, then was half-heartedly pulled up by him.

Zhang Renfeng pressed his advantage, "Let's go to the bathroom. The bathroom is nice, it's clean and refreshing."

"I'm telling you..." Zhang Xiyue laughed in exasperation. She didn't really want to move, but if she didn't, Zhang Renfeng simply picked her up. She half-heartedly hooked her arms around his shoulders and murmured, "You, you, all you ever think about is this."

"Nonsense, if I didn't want to think about this, I wouldn't have come here." Zhang Renfeng said this nonsensical thing with a straight face.

Zhang Xiyue couldn't help but slap him on the shoulder, biting her lip, "You're making too much noise..."

"Hey, I haven't moved at all..."

"hiss……"

The bed at home is big enough and sturdy, with no major problems.

The next morning, Zhang Renfeng was awakened by the wet sensation on his face.

When he opened his eyes, Zhang Xiuqi was lying on his chest, smearing his face with saliva and giggling.

Zhang Renfeng licked his lips, tasting a salty flavor. He immediately sat up, turned his son over, and lightly slapped his bottom. "You brat, did you pee on my face? Just like your mother, your mother gets all over my face..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sweet-smelling hand covered his mouth. Zhang Xiyue said in a low voice, "Can you please stop talking nonsense? The nanny is coming."

"Oh? You've hired a nanny?"

"Yes, otherwise how could I manage on my own? I also have to go to work. The organization originally found someone for me, but I was worried that she didn't have any experience. Among my brother's apprentices, Liu Haizhong's wife, Zhang Xiujuan, doesn't she have three children? I was thinking of asking her to come and help. She's usually at home during the day, or maybe I could ask Sister Fu to help look after them."

Zhang Renfeng carried his son out. Zhang Xiujuan was carrying a basin of pig feed to the backyard when she saw Zhang Renfeng and quickly called out, "Oh, Second Uncle!"

"Where are you going?"

"Oh, it was Commander Zhang, the former commander of the Seventh Red Army in Guangxi Province, who came over a while ago and brought a truckload of things, including a live pig..."

Zhang Xiyue chased after his son, holding his pants, "Go take a look in the backyard. It's full of local specialties from Guangxi Province. I don't know which guy came up with this idea, sugarcane, Liubao tea... and the most outrageous thing is a live pig."

Zhang Renfeng happily ran to the backyard and saw that a side room filled with miscellaneous items was crammed full. Bundles of sugarcane were stacked in the corner, Liubao tea cakes were piled up to half a person's height, seven or eight dried ducks were hanging from the beam, and sure enough, there was a half-grown black pig on the ground, nudging the corner with its snout.

"The old commander is so warm and welcoming..." Zhang Renfeng exclaimed.

Zhang Xiyue followed with a smile, "The old commander went to Suzhou and Hangzhou to recuperate after only a few days in Beiping. Those old comrades are really enthusiastic. Also, he renovated his old residence and family genealogy in Baise. My elder brother also went back for a visit on the third day of the third lunar month."

Zhang Renfeng thought for a moment, feeling a warm feeling in his heart. "By the way, why didn't my older brother come? I thought he would have come over as soon as he knew I was back."

Speaking of this, Zhang Xiyue blushed, "That girl from Yulin heard from somewhere that Grandpa Zhang has forbidden anyone from staying here these past few days... saying that the young people haven't been seen for too long, and who knows where they might be doing business."

After listening, Zhang Renfeng thought to himself, "My elder brother truly understands me."

"Alright, I'll go check if Old Chen is awake yet."

At Old Chen's house, Sister Fu and the children had all gone out, leaving only the nanny. The nanny said the leader was in the study.

Zhang Renfeng carried his son and pushed open the door to enter. Sure enough, Old Chen was still fast asleep on the cot in the study, snoring loudly.

An open diary lay on the table. Zhang Renfeng glanced at it and saw the last few lines:

[Alas! Perhaps it was due to excessive stress lately, but I ejaculated instantly! I'm quite old; how can a man admit he can't perform? I'm making a small note of this today, but I must regain my former glory someday. Every time I see that disgusted look on your face, my heart aches!]

Zhang Renfeng's lips twitched, and he quickly closed the diary, flipped it over, and placed it face down on the table, thinking to himself that this old man really doesn't care where he writes his diary.

He checked the time; if he didn't leave soon, he would miss the Central Military Commission meeting.

Today's battle will directly determine whether the Rocket Engineering Department can be established.

"Dude, I ate a mouthful of boy's urine today. Old Chen, you should try it too."

Zhang Renfeng smiled and said to Zhang Xiuqi, who was still in his arms and seemed confused, "Xiuqi, give Uncle Chen a little something to say hello—"

He held his son up to Old Chen's face and made two soothing "shh shh shh" sounds.

Zhang Xiuqi cooperated, and a white stream of urine drew an arc, accurately spraying Old Chen's face.

Holy crap!!!

Old Chen sprang out of bed as if electrocuted, wiping the water from his face. His expression was as if someone had doused him with a bucket of swill—first stunned, then furious. He roared at the top of his lungs, "Zhang Renfeng! You fucking beast! You beast!!"

Zhang Renfeng had already retreated to the doorway with his son in his arms, but he didn't forget to turn back and add a sarcastic remark.

"Come on, if you can catch me, I'll kneel down and call you daddy!"

"Damn it, didn't you feel any pain when you were holding Xiao Jian and splattering him on my face? Well, now that my son has splattered him back, you're really pushing your luck! Fine! I'll do it again next time..."

After saying that, he turned and ran, and the little Xiuqi in his arms was jostled around and giggled, drooling all over Zhang Renfeng's shoulder.

Old Chen jumped off the bed barefoot and chased after Zhang Renfeng for a couple of steps, but his legs were too weak, and he stopped at the door. He leaned against the doorframe, panting heavily, and shouted at Zhang Renfeng's retreating figure as he disappeared behind the screen wall.

"You just wait! You just wait! When I get back from my meeting today, I'll make sure your little brat has a godfather, and he'll only ever call me 'Dad' from now on. That'll drive you crazy!!"

The sound chased after them from the gate of courtyard number 41, echoing through the alley for quite a while.

Zhang Renfeng had already turned the corner of the alley. Hearing this, he waved without turning around, a hint of smugness from having gotten a great deal, and said to the little Xiuqi in his arms,

"Did you hear that? Your Uncle Chen wants to be our godfather, but we won't allow it. He's frail and sickly; it's bad luck for him."

Zhang Xiuqi, of course, couldn't understand, but he just reached out and tugged at the stubble that had just sprouted on his chin.

Zhang Renfeng wasn't in a real hurry to leave. He first settled his son in, and then waited for Zhang Xiyue to get ready before getting into the car.