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

His smile almost faltered, but for the sake of tonight's grand plan, he took a deep breath, forcefully suppressed his anger, and stepped forward with a forced smile to take Zhang Renfeng's hand: "The child hasn't been named yet. The head teacher said to call him Taiyue, the old political commissar said to call him Baise, but I think it should be called Zhi... Lao Nie... Hey, you should hurry up and come up with a name."

Zhang Renfeng looked down at the little guy in his arms. The little thing was picking at the top button on his collar with its fingers, one after another, as if it were playing with some new toy.

He thought for a moment, then looked up at Zhang Xiyue and said, "Cultivate oneself, regulate one's family, govern the state, and bring peace to the world. Let's call him Xiuqi, Zhang Xiuqi."

Zhang Xiyue smiled slightly and nodded, her smile conveying a sense of satisfaction that said, "You've finally done something worthwhile."

Old Chen clicked his tongue and tapped the ground with his cane: "Wow, I didn't know you were so cultured..."

Zhang Renfeng and Zhang Xiyue exchanged a smile, both revealing a wry smile.

The two of them roughly knew what kind of nonsense this dog Chen had gotten himself into.

It's probably intentional!

So Zhang Renfeng secretly winked at Zhang Xiyue—go find Sister Fu.

Zhang Xiyue understood, nodded slightly, and turned to walk towards number 41 next door.

On the other side, after finishing her work, Sister Fu sat down at the table to take a breather, her gaze falling on the two diaries.

She thought about it for a moment, then reached out and picked it up. The more she looked, the angrier she became, and the more she felt that Old Chen was simply a scoundrel.

What does "like rain after a long drought, this kid must have been starving and thirsty for a long time" mean? What does "I'll make you suffer to avenge your hypocrisy" mean?

She slammed her hand on the table, making the Arctic Ocean soda bottle on it shake. "Ugh, that old Chen, he's a real scoundrel!"

She stormed out of the house, and just as she reached the alley entrance, she bumped into Xiao Jian, who was returning home crying.

Xiao Jian wiped away his tears, and when he saw Sister Fu, his lips trembled and he wanted to cry again.

Sister Fu showed no pity, bending down to look at him: "Oh dear, you just do whatever your father tells you to do. What if your father tells you to do something else—"

"Sister Fu, please don't scold Xiao Jian anymore," Zhang Xiyue caught up from behind, smiling as she tugged at Sister Fu's arm.

"It was Renfeng who was being unreasonable. How could he joke around with a child? I have already reprimanded Renfeng."

Sigh, why do men always act like children? If you ask me, they need to be taught a lesson. Otherwise, they'll be on the roof sooner or later...

As she spoke, her gaze fell on the open diary in Sister Fu's hand, and she swallowed the rest of her words.

Sister Fu shoved the diary into Zhang Xiyue's hands: "Look at what our Old Chen has written! It's awful!"

Zhang Xiyue glanced down at the lines, paused for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Alright, big sister, it's really nothing, just be gentle later."

Sister Fu was furious, her hand trembling as she gripped the diary: "I'll break his legs today!"

After she finished speaking, she stormed into the gate of No. 43 courtyard.

Zhang Renfeng was chatting idly with Old Chen in the yard while holding his son when he heard footsteps. He looked up and saw Sister Fu rushing in with a murderous look on her face, followed by Zhang Xiyue, who was trying not to laugh, and Xiao Jian, who was still wiping away tears.

Before Old Chen's smile could completely fade, Sister Fu grabbed his ear.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Comrade Fu, be gentle! My ear! My ear!"

Sister Fu twisted his ear and pulled him out. The strength was clearly that of someone who had practiced. Old Chen grimaced in pain, not even bothering to grab his cane. He covered his ear with one hand and flailed his other hand in the air. He was dragged out of the gate of No. 43 courtyard like a chick.

Zhang Renfeng stood in the courtyard, holding Zhang Xiuqi, and looked at Old Chen's disheveled appearance, his lips twitching slightly.

He gestured with his chin toward Old Chen's retreating figure and said to Xiao Xiuqi in his arms:

"Son, do you see that? That's your Uncle Chen. Never be like him."

Xiao Xiuqi didn't seem to understand, but he just chuckled and smeared Zhang Renfeng's face with his saliva.

Zhang Xiyue, standing to the side, finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

......

After the gate to courtyard number 41 closed, Old Chen squatted down on the ground, covered his head with his arms, and muttered to himself:

"Comrade Xiao Fu, let me explain..."

Sister Fu stood in front of him with her hands on her hips, glancing down at Old Chen squatting on the ground and Xiao Jian and his son with their hands behind their heads.

Xiao Jian followed his father's example, squatting down beside him and holding his head, with an expression that said, "I don't know anything."

Sister Fu snorted: "Old Chen, you did a great job. You brought all your fighting skills home with you. Impressive!"

Renfeng hasn't been back for over a year, and what have you done? You make your younger brother do chores but don't even let him eat his fill. You're inhuman...!"

Old Chen felt extremely wronged. He raised his head, his face full of an expression that said, "I've been wronged," and he pouted.

"I...I was just standing up for our Hunan Army, wasn't I? Little Fu, don't make a mountain out of a molehill and label me. I have a limp..."

He pointed to his less-than-perfect leg, his expression one of utter grievance, as if he had suffered a terrible injustice.

Sister Fu wasn't buying it at all. She turned to Xiao Jian and said, "Xiao Jian, go back to your room and go to sleep."

Xiao Jian felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He took off running into the inner room, but after a couple of steps, he turned back to look at his father. His eyes clearly said, "Dad, good luck to you."

After Xiao Jian disappeared from sight, Sister Fu sneered and turned her gaze back to Old Chen's face:

"Looks like you've fully recovered. Don't say anything more! Go back to your room, lest people say I, surnamed Fu, am bullying you, surnamed Chen!"

Old Chen's face turned green, and he was filled with regret. He had originally planned to prank Zhang Renfeng all night, but now he had gotten himself into trouble.

Zhang Renfeng, I will never forgive you!

But while putting on a pitiful face of being unwilling, wronged, and innocent, one is secretly overjoyed—tonight, I guess I can just lie down comfortably, right?

Hehehe........