Witty Wife, Better Life

Chapter 231: Chapters 217-223 Who Touched My Chicken_2

Shen Yunfang sat there, her mind relentlessly churning, considering all the possible scenarios, but most importantly, she was trying to figure out who was trying to harm her.

Moreover, those people had come to her home and knew to knock on the basin to call the chickens back, which meant they were familiar with her usual practices. She meticulously went through the possibilities in her mind.

The only people who had seen her feed the chickens were Li Hongjun, Wang Dashuan and his wife, but they would not have told these people. So who else could it be? Right, there was also Old Zhou, the leader of the work group, who had once seized the chance to visit her home, and she had called the chickens back in front of him. It must be him then.

What was their true purpose?

For the chickens in her family? They could have easily taken the chickens away, so why bring her here?

Could it be that they wanted to use her to deal with Li Hongjun? She immediately shook her head. Li Hongjun was not some high-ranking leader; although a deputy battalion commander was a significant position, it wasn’t worth such elaborate schemes.

Shen Yunfang sat there, thinking over these matters again and again. Some things she could understand, while others seemed completely illogical no matter how much she pondered.

Time ticked away gradually, and those who had captured her seemed to have truly forgotten she existed.

Having sat for a long while and feeling hungry, Shen Yunfang thought she should eat something. The body is the capital of revolution, and given that she was in the dark about her current situation and what the future might hold, taking good care of herself and her unborn child was paramount.

Still, she considered the issue of smell and didn’t dare to take out any strongly scented food, settling for simply gnawing on a couple of pancakes and drinking a bowl of soup before calling it a meal.

Old Mr. Shen made a call to Hongjun’s side, and the person on the other end said that Li Hongjun had gone to attend a competition and was not currently in the military zone. When he would return was unknown, and even his contact number was classified. Old Mr. Shen didn’t know what to do.

On the other end of the phone, the young soldier sat down after hanging up, pondering for a moment. From the tone of that old man on the phone, there must be some difficulty at the battalion commander’s house. After thinking it over, he stood up and jogged off to the leader’s office.

However, the leader was not in the military zone either; he had gone to a conference and would not return until the next morning. The young soldier had no choice but to call back and tell the caller to wait until the next morning.

Old Mr. Shen felt a chill in his heart, but right now, even with his anxiety, there was nothing he could do. Looking at the sky outside, he decided not to go home and just waited there.

At the same time, Wang Dashuan also arrived at the county armed forces department, only to be stopped right at the entrance.

"Sir, this is the armed forces department, isn’t it? I’m looking for Captain Xing," said Wang Dashuan, who only knew Captain Xing by his surname.

The gatekeeper looked him up and down a few times, not resembling a relative of Captain Xing’s. "What’s your relationship with Captain Xing, and what do you want with him?"

Wang Dashuan stammered and couldn’t state his relation to Captain Xing; he didn’t really have any, in truth. To claim they were unacquainted, when they had only met once last year, just didn’t seem right.

Seeing his hesitation, the gatekeeper didn’t even wait for his explanation and shooed him away.

"Clear off, clear off, do you think you can just come here as you please? Careful, or a single bullet will do you in."

"Sir, sir, I really have urgent business with Captain Xing," Wang Dashuan protested as he was pushed backwards, insisting repeatedly.

"You don’t even know Captain Xing; whatever your urgent matter is, you can’t just bring it to him. Young man, you need to be realistic, don’t chase after pie in the sky," the gatekeeper said, not believing a word.

Just as Wang Dashuan was at a loss for words, he suddenly spotted a large dog lying next to the gatekeeper. His eyes lit up, and pointing at the dog, he exclaimed, "I know it, it’s called Langya, right?"

The next day, the young soldier informed Wu Guoqiang about Old Mr. Shen’s phone call from the previous night,

Wu Guoqiang pondered for a moment, then stood up.

"Let’s go, I’ll go have a look with you," said Wu Guoqiang as he strode out.

The young soldier hurried to the telephone, picked it up and dialed the number left by the old man the day before. Old Mr. Shen had been wandering around the commune all night, occasionally picking up the phone to see if it was broken, listening for a dial tone, and when the phone actually rang, he was taken aback.

"Old Shen, what are you pondering? Hurry up and answer the phone," the operator beside him reminded.

"Ah, right." Old Mr. Shen snapped out of it and quickly lifted the receiver with both hands. "Hello, who are you looking for? I am Shen Yeqing."