B5SB -Chapter 250 Stubborn

“Uncle Yang, I didn’t forge the real-name report that Officer Gu submitted,” Secretary Jiang said calmly, noticing Director Yang’s sour expression.

Director Yang, seeing that Secretary Jiang was still being stubborn even with the situation heating up, felt a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

He snorted coldly. “Little Jiang, do you think the people in the army are fools?”

Hearing this, Secretary Jiang clenched his fists but replied calmly, “Even people in the army can’t accuse someone of something without reason.”

Director Yang almost laughed from anger at Jiang’s shamelessness.

“Suit yourself,” he said, giving a swing of his arm and stepping past him, hands behind his back.

Since Secretary Jiang denied forging the real-name report, he wouldn’t meddle further.

Originally, Director Yang had thought he might help Jiang smooth things over when the army investigated, but it seemed unnecessary now.

He hoped he wouldn’t regret today’s decision.

…

Family Compound

Haohao was full of energy and didn’t want to stay in the small bedroom.

His chubby little hands reached for Grandma Gu, who was sitting on the mat, trying to pull her toward the courtyard.

Grandma Gu, caught up in listening to the radio broadcast of Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy, didn’t want to go anywhere.

She scooped Haohao into her arms, pinched his round cheeks, and smiled, “Little ancestor, how about staying home with me and listening to the story?”

Haohao, sitting on her lap, puffed out his little chest.

He glanced at the radio on the table, then at the door, clearly more attracted to the open space outside.

Shaking his head, he pressed his little face to Grandma Gu’s cheek: “Ah~ no, I want to go!”

Then, in a playful gesture, he gave her a little peck on the cheek.

Grandma Gu’s heart warmed at Haohao’s sudden affection. She had no thought of listening to the story anymore—she had to follow his mood.

She stood up, carrying Haohao. After taking just a couple of steps, he pointed excitedly toward the table, babbling.

Grandma Gu almost got deafened by his childish shouting and hurriedly looked in the direction he pointed.

Seeing her pause, Haohao patted her shoulder: “Here, let’s go.”

Her heart melted—he knew she liked listening to the story and wanted her to take the radio outside with them!

“All right, we’ll follow Haohao,” she said.

Shifting her hold to one arm, she carried Haohao and used her free hand to lift the radio. She felt an energy surge through her entire body.

So young, and Haohao already knew how to care for her, just like his mother—a filial, sweet child.

At the Courtyard Gate

Once the radio was on, its sound echoed loudly in the open space, like the loudspeakers of the village brigade. Neighbors sitting at home could hear it clearly.

Deputy Battalion Commander Wang’s mother was doing laundry in the courtyard. Hearing the radio, she tossed the clothes into the basin and quickly went to the gate, seeing Grandma Gu carrying Haohao along by the walking harness.

“Oh, did your family get a radio?” she asked with a smile.

Grandma Gu looked up and cheerfully replied, “It’s that child, Xiaohan. She worried I’d get bored at home with Haohao, so she bought this to keep me entertained.”

“Oh, your Xiaohan is really filial,” Wang’s mother praised, her mouth nearly stretching to her ears from delight.

Grandma Gu smiled, her face wrinkling happily. “When your little granddaughter grows up, she’ll be filial to you too.”

Wang’s mother thought of her own troublesome child at home, her face full of disdain.

Yesterday, that troublesome child only had a fever. Zhang Xia insisted on going to the hospital; if she hadn’t gone, she’d have complained to her son’s superior. So she had no choice but to take that child to the hospital. The medicine cost her son two yuan, and she hadn’t slept well all night worrying.

Thinking of her own limp, pathetic child, she scowled in frustration.

“Hmph! If only she were half as filial as your Xiaohan, our Wang family grave would be burned with incense!”

Grandma Gu, following behind Haohao, glanced at her but didn’t respond. She wasn’t even fond of her own granddaughter—why expect someone else to be filial? Pure daydreaming.

Seeing Grandma Gu ignore her, Wang’s mother lost interest and turned back to finish the laundry.

At this time, Lu Huailin arrived at the gate on his bicycle with Gu Yihan. He glanced at the lonely radio sitting on the chair and smiled.

“Grandma, can you still catch what the story is about?”

Grandma Gu was completely focused on Haohao’s little legs and hadn’t noticed the surroundings, let alone that Lu Huailin and Gu Yihan had returned.

Hearing Lu Huailin, she looked up and froze in surprise when she saw her little granddaughter behind him.

“Xiaohan, why are you back so early?” she exclaimed.

Gu Yihan smiled at Grandma Gu, not wanting to worry her, and rephrased: “The factory isn’t busy. I took a few days off to stay home and spend time with you and Haohao.”

“Ah?” Grandma Gu’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You took leave?”

Gu Yihan nodded with a smile, walked over to Haohao, grabbed him under the arms, and lifted him with effort.

Seeing Gu Yihan holding her, Haohao’s wet little mouth reached for her face, calling out, “Mama!”

Gu Yihan’s eyes curved like a crescent moon at his affection. She puckered and kissed his cheeks repeatedly.

After parking the bicycle, Lu Huailin frowned at his wife carrying Haohao. He quickly approached her, concerned: “You’re still injured.”

“What injury?” Grandma Gu hurried over, checking her granddaughter’s legs and arms.

Gu Yihan rolled her eyes at Lu Huailin, twisting her body to dodge Grandma Gu’s hands.

“Granny, don’t listen to Huailin,” she said with a smile. “I just tripped while walking—no bones hurt.”

Haohao, hugging Gu Yihan’s neck, thought it was a game and giggled.

Gu Yihan glanced at Lu Huailin, standing stiffly like a wooden post, and urged, “Weren’t you busy? Go back to work!”

She worried that if Lu Huailin spoke carelessly, Grandma Gu would find out about the minor injury and nag her for days.

Lu Huailin looked at her fondly. He had indeed been busy: last night, he interrogated black market contacts linked to Min Erhua; early this morning, he controlled their family at Deputy Battalion Commander Ding’s house.

Looking down at his wife’s dark hair, he whispered, “I’ll go out for a bit. I’ll tell you about Min Erhua tonight when I get back.”

Gu Yihan nodded.