Jia Chenggang checked into the guesthouse with Wang Xia and Rong.
Wang Xia followed behind Jia Chenggang, silent all the way, with Captain Mu’s words echoing in her ears: She is my pride. Don’t let hear any words damaging my wife’s reputation again, or I, Mu Xingfeng, will be the first to object.
She didn’t understand why a university student still in school, a young girl who hasn’t set foot in society and is even sowhat arrogant and unreasonable, could make Mu Xingfeng so proud. Is it rely because she’s beautiful?
But in her heart, Mu Xingfeng was never such a superficial person.
Opening the door and entering the room, Jia Chenggang placed the mother and son’s luggage on the ground, watching Wang Xia’s gloomy face all the way, also feeling quite unhappy.
He had long heard that Captain Mu was married, and also heard that Captain Mu doted on his little wife, who was six years younger than him, but had never t her.
Unexpectedly, the first eting was under such circumstances.
Although he didn’t think there was anything wrong, given Captain Mu’s conditions, in finding a girl six years younger, he was very disappointed by An Ran’s conduct.
Not only disappointed in An Ran, but also disappointed in Mu Xingfeng.
He and Mu Xingfeng had been comrades-in-arms for seven or eight years, once undertaking missions with Haigang, soone he could entrust his back to, yet couldn’t believe he allowed his wife to insult the widow and child of his fallen comrade this way.
Just for An Ran’s comnt that you don’t have a man, Jia Chenggang wished he could directly go up and discipline her.
Such ideological construction, how is she fit to stay here as one of their family mbers?
He didn’t understand how Mu Xingfeng could tolerate soone like this by his side.
"Xia, Xingfeng’s wife is young, don’t take her words to heart," Jia Chenggang was a straightforward man; he didn’t quite understand how to make won happy, and seeing Wang Xia sulking all the way, thought for a long ti before squeezing out these words.
Wang Xia gently nodded, "I won’t, after all, she is Xingfeng’s wife, I won’t argue with her. It’s just that so of her words remind of..."
Wang Xia didn’t continue, but her eyes reddened.
She pressed her hands in front, took two deep breaths, then continued, "Xingfeng and you are outstanding mbers, but as a woman, even if she can’t assist her man at work, she shouldn’t drag him down. This is especially important as a family mber. But looking at Xingfeng’s wife..., alas, maybe she’s just young now, and will improve a bit in the coming years."
Wang Xia said, sighed again, reached out and patted Hairong’s little head, "Rong, rember, your father is a hero. No matter when, no matter where, he is always our great hero in our hearts."
Hairong obediently nodded, "Mom, I know, my dad is a hero."
Jia Haigang watched Wang Xia and her son, feeling that this woman was gentle and sensible; no family mber in the courtyard had her grace.
Her husband sacrificed himself, living alone with a child was already difficult, now facing others’ exclusion, not only can she confront it calmly but is also considerate of the other party.
He knew Wang Xia didn’t hold grudges against An Ran, not because An Ran was young, but more due to the camaraderie between Mu Xingfeng and Haigang.
Haigang was fortunate to have such a woman, Haigang was also unfortunate, sacrificed just a year after marrying Wang Xia.
Thinking of the fallen comrade, seeing the mother and son before him, Jia Chenggang felt even more that this pair deserved better treatnt, rather than others’ disdain.
The weather in Nan’an in August was hot and changeable, with the sun shining at noon and dense clouds in the afternoon.
Thunder rumbled from afar, approaching.
Mu Xingfeng glanced at the little one still sleeping soundly on the bed, his eyes gentle.
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