Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s-Chapter 1483: I Will Make You Cry Ugly

Ma Mei dodged out of the way.

But then the second slap came flying at her.

This time, Ma Mei didn’t dodge it. She took the slap full-on, and half of her face swelled up as a result.

"You were already being shameless in the hospital before. You did something and framed me, and I carried the blame for you for a year. Back then, I wanted to just put you in a sack and let someone beat you up good. Now, you’ve shed your uniform, and your shamelessness knows no bounds," An Hao said angrily, rolling up her sleeves, "so I’m fearless now, too. Come on, let’s fight it out! Let me vent this anger."

At this moment, the commotion outside became too loud.

The warriors, hearing the noise, rushed over in droves.

Seeing people approaching, Ma Mei covered her face and stepped back a few paces.

Even if she shamed herself, she couldn’t afford to shame Hen Zhiyuan. After the earthquake, the military would definitely award medals for bravery. Judging by her husband’s estimates, with Qin Jian dead, the position of regimental commander was almost assuredly his.

As the wife of the regimental commander, she couldn’t let the warriors look down on her.

"I’m not stooping to your level today. There will be plenty of opportunities to settle the score later," Ma Mei said, forcing a smile.

An Hao stepped forward, grabbed Ma Mei’s collar, and stared into her eyes with a chilling gaze, "Don’t get too smug! I’ll make you cry, and it won’t be pretty."

Ma Mei was intimidated by her gaze, and it took her two seconds before she retaliated, "Who do you think you’re scaring?"

"Let’s just see about that," An Hao left her with those words.

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Back at the military compound, Gu Shuangshuang was about to leave.

An Hao was worried about letting her go alone now that she was newly pregnant and experiencing discomfort. Being on her own without being able to eat or drink properly was a cause for concern.

The two stood deadlocked at the gate when Li Zhi appeared and took Gu Shuangshuang away.

With the New Year fast approaching, and both Tian Niu and Gu Shuangshuang not returning home, Duan Aihua had tried to call her daughter back several times to no avail. Having no other choice, she had to have Li Zhi step in.

Gu Shuangshuang was reluctant to go home, but An Hao reassured her multiple times, promising to inform her immediately if there was any news.

After returning, An Hao could not avoid the inquiries from Ning Yibin and Zhang Yun—they were eager to know whether Qin Jian had gained weight or lost weight, whether he was tired, and when he was coming back. An Hao lied to them all.

For now, she had managed to deceive them, but there was no telling how long this charade could last.

The New Year was drawing nearer each day.

The whole city was filled with the festive spirit—firecrackers popping, dumplings being wrapped, spring couplets being pasted, and the atmosphere was intensely celebratory.

An Hao informed her father and An Ping that she wouldn’t be coming home for the New Year. If she did, it would only be after the festivities.

An Shuchao and An Ping showed understanding.

On New Year’s Eve, Zhang Yun prepared dumplings and cooked a table full of dishes.

This year, there were two more at the table but one less, and Ning Yibin, the father-in-law, raised his glass with mixed emotions, lamenting the hardships of military life.

Zhang Yun would not allow either of her two grandsons to join the army, come what may.

An Hao forced a smile, barely holding back her tears, as she persevered through the difficult reunion dinner.

After the meal, she made an excuse that she was tired and took the two children upstairs.

Sitting on the bed, after holding back several times, she couldn’t help it any longer and picked up the bedside phone to call Zhang Lanxiang’s home.

The person who answered was Jianguo. Hearing An Hao’s voice, he understood her intentions immediately, "An Hao, I know what you want to ask. So many days have passed, and we still haven’t found Qin Jian."

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