PWE – Chapter 156

With Fang Qiaoyu no longer causing a scene, the atmosphere immediately became harmonious.

Commander He turned to Xiao Wange and said, “Comrade Xiao, you’ve been wronged.”

Xiao Wange hadn’t felt wronged at all. If anyone was truly frustrated today, it was Fang Qiaoyu—she was probably stewing with rage by now.

But since Commander He expressed concern, Xiao Wange naturally accepted it politely. She said, “Thank you for your concern, Commander. Actually, it’s fine—I’m not really wronged.”

Commander He thought that Zhan Zeyan’s wife was really generous. If this were an ordinary young wife, she would probably be in tears right now and might even complain to the authorities.

A faint appreciation for Xiao Wange flashed across his eyes. He then turned to the other family members: “Everyone, I hope you all get along well. I want our compound to remain harmonious.”

No one dared say “no.” Besides, they themselves wanted the compound to be peaceful—after all, a harmonious environment makes life happier.

So all the family members nodded and promised to get along.

After saying a few more words, Commander He left with Zhan Zeyan leading the way to the opposite building.

Naturally, Xiao Wange and Zhaozhao quickly followed alongside.

Seeing his wife carrying two large flowerpots, Zhan Zeyan immediately took one from her.

A man in military uniform walking behind Zhan Zeyan saw that Xiao Wange was still holding a flowerpot. He stepped forward, wanting to help: “Sister-in-law, that flowerpot looks heavy. Let me take it for you.”

This man was Hou Dayong, deputy commander under Zhan Zeyan. The previous deputy, Qiu Haiyang, had lost his position due to a mistake, so Hou Dayong had been transferred in. He was competent, and after completing two assignments, he was promoted directly to deputy commander.

Hou Dayong was tall and spirited, with a simple, honest-looking face. Standing next to him was his wife, Qin Xiaoling.

Qin Xiaoling was carrying a bag filled with apples and pork—gifts they brought for the meal at Zhan Zeyan’s house.

She looked up slightly, smiling at Xiao Wange: “Yes, Sister-in-law, let Dayong carry the flowerpot. He’s a man, and men should do these things.”

She gave Hou Dayong a subtle glance, signaling him to quickly take the flowerpot.

Hou Dayong understood immediately and reached out to receive it.

Xiao Wange looked at the couple for a moment, her eyes moving slightly, and handed over the flowerpot: “Thank you.”

Even though she could carry it herself, since they were showing goodwill and trying to build rapport, she naturally wouldn’t refuse. Sometimes, refusing someone’s kindness can make you seem aloof or unapproachable.

Hou Dayong took the flowerpot, his expression becoming even more earnest and honest-looking.

But the instant it was in his arms, he was slightly startled.

He had known the flowerpot was heavy when he saw it, but holding it properly now, he fully realized its weight. The flowerpot must be at least several dozen pounds, filled to the brim with soil, almost overflowing.

And just moments ago, Sister-in-law had carried this flowerpot with no sign of strain or redness in her face—and initially, she had been carrying two of them.

How could Sister-in-law be so strong?

Hou Dayong couldn’t help but glance at Xiao Wange again, both surprised and astonished.