Liu Song tentatively asked, “Director, was that a call from the city leadership?”

Nan Sheng gave a faint hum of acknowledgment. “Director Jin from the Municipal Discipline Inspection Commission. He asked me to come to the city when I have time to discuss some work matters.”

Work matters?

Liu Song’s eyes suddenly sparkled with hope. Did this mean the director would be transferred from the Revolutionary Committee to the Discipline Inspection Commission? If so, maybe they wouldn’t be laid off after all.

Liu Song seemed even more eager than Nan Sheng herself, as if he wanted to fire a cannon to launch her straight to the city.

“Director, you should go as soon as possible! This can’t be delayed!”

Nan Sheng chuckled. “The government offices are closed tomorrow. Even if I were willing to work overtime and go to the city, the leaders wouldn’t be waiting for me there. Liu Song, you’ve been too tense lately. Go home and rest tonight.”

Rest? Liu Song doubted he could sleep at all until Nan Sheng returned from the city.

Chen Tian and Deng Jun weren’t faring much better. This phone call was practically their last lifeline—though there was still one lingering question: if Director Nan were transferred to another position, would she still be willing to keep them around?

The sweeping reforms of the Revolutionary Committee were a nationally significant event, and naturally, the military district was well aware. For most, this was good news, though some with ulterior motives couldn’t help but smirk behind the scenes, eager to see how things would unfold.

Fortunately, Nan Sheng had helped many people in the past, so even if someone spoke ill of her, they were quickly silenced. On the surface, people still greeted her with polite smiles.

“Sister-in-law? Hey, slow down—wait for me!”

Nan Sheng turned to see Hua Fen pedaling furiously to catch up on her bicycle. She immediately eased her pace.

“Sister-in-law, take it easy. The roads are slippery after the rain.”

Once Hua Fen caught up, she asked with concern, “I didn’t want to bring it up earlier, worried you might be upset, but… has your work situation been settled? I heard the Revolutionary Committee might be disbanded.”

“Possibly. I’m not entirely sure. But even if it is, the government will have to reassign me—after all, I’m a military wife, aren’t I?”

Seeing that Nan Sheng remained unbothered, Hua Fen relaxed. For the past two months, Deputy Regiment Commander Lin had been frequently away on assignments, so Old Zhang had urged his wife to look after Nan Sheng more.

Though Lin Han had been promoted, he hadn’t let it go to his head and still kept in touch with his old friends.

“That’s good. Why not come over for dinner tonight? I bought some meat.”

Nan Sheng shook her head immediately. “No, no. You have no idea how much my two kids can eat. If we go out, they’ll still be hungry when we get back, and I’ll have to cook another meal for them.”

Hua Fen burst into laughter. “Sizhe’s growing, so it’s normal for him to eat a lot. But Qiqi—that little one’s belly is already round! She’s absolutely adorable.”

Most families couldn’t raise such a plump, cheerful child.

“Don’t say that in front of her, or she’ll get mad—and then eat an extra bowl of rice out of spite!”

Hua Fen laughed even harder.

Siqi was such a sweet and funny child, especially when she couldn’t win an argument—she’d just cup her face in her hands and blink those big eyes, making you want to scoop her up and smother her with affection.

What Nan Sheng didn’t mention was that ever since rumors of the Revolutionary Committee’s restructuring began circulating, the military leadership had privately reassured her not to worry.

If her position changed, the military district would negotiate with the government to transfer Secretary Cai elsewhere and appoint her as the new Party Secretary of Sanwei Town. Now, it seemed she wouldn’t even need to trouble them.

As for those waiting to see her stumble—well, they could keep waiting. They’d be in for a surprise soon enough.

When ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​‍Nan Sheng returned home, she was surprised to find Lin Han already there. He must have arrived just before her, freshly showered.

“How long are you staying this time, Mr. Busy?”

Before she could react, Lin Han swept her into a half-embrace and dragged her toward the bedroom. It had been half a month since he’d last seen his wife—he’d missed her terribly.

Even after holding her for a while, he didn’t let go. Instead, he pressed a tender kiss to her cheek. “Sweetheart, you’ve had a rough time lately.”

Plenty of people coveted Lin Han’s position, and his promotion had left some disgruntled, eager to see the Lin family falter. As his wife, Nan Sheng couldn’t avoid being dragged into the drama.

Nan Sheng pushed his face away with a frown. “It’s too hot for this. I’m not even in the mood for nighttime activities right now.”

“What rough time? No one dares say anything to my face—they just gossip behind my back. By the way, when is that fan arriving? It’s taking forever!”

Seeing her irritation, Lin Han quickly put some distance between them. “I checked—it’ll be here soon. There was a mistake with the procurement numbers, so they had to resubmit the application. That’s why it’s delayed.”

When the weather got hot, Nan Sheng refused to cook. These days, she was a loyal patron of the state-run restaurant.

But her family had sent over some cured meat and chicken, so with tomorrow being a day off, they could enjoy a proper feast.

“My family sent some cured meat and chicken. Tomorrow, take a portion each to Division Commander Yao and Commander Ye. We can’t finish it all ourselves.”

Lin Han nodded, though the mention of alcohol made him sigh. “Our liquor stash has been raided. I’ve barely had any myself.”

Especially Commander Ye—after tasting the ginseng wine, he found other drinks lacking. Now, every time they met, he’d pester Lin Han for more. It was beyond annoying.

“Sweetheart, any updates on your work? Is the Revolutionary Committee really being dissolved?”

“Pretty much. But it doesn’t affect me much. I’ll likely be transferred to the Discipline Inspection Commission.” Nan Sheng told him about Director Jin’s call.

“I have a meeting at the military district tomorrow, so I can’t go with you.”

Lin Han looked apologetic. Though he worked hard to provide for his family, he often felt like a poor husband and father—there was just never enough time to spend with them.

“Keep at it, Regiment Commander Lin. Once you make Division Commander, life will be easier!”

Outside, the two children waited impatiently. Hungry and tired of waiting, Sizhe nudged his sister to knock on the door.

“Why me again?”

Siqi pouted, but her stomach growled in protest. She trudged over and bumped her head against the door—only to find it unlocked. She stumbled forward and face-planted onto the floor.

“Ow!”

Nan Sheng shoved Lin Han aside, and both rushed to check on Siqi. Thankfully, her extra padding had spared her any scrapes.

Nan Sheng scolded her, poking her forehead. “Be more careful next time, you little klutz!”

Siqi, startled at first, quickly broke into a giggle. “Hehe! Mama, Papa! Let’s go eat! Brother’s starving!”

Sizhe, who had just reached the door to see what was taking so long, scowled.

This bratty sister of his—always throwing him under the bus. Absolutely useless!

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep