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Chapter 52 Is Wei Hong pregnant?

An Min successfully completed the task this time, leaving Liu Jianguo and Zhang Chunlan speechless.

The two wanted to make things difficult for Anmin again, but they couldn't think of any way to do so.

All I could do was watch as Anmin stayed in the Department of Education and Culture.

They were both self-taught, but had some education and could be considered as half-college students.

But An Min is different; she is a true intellectual.

Not only is their writing beautiful, but their word choice and sentence structure are also better than theirs.

Anmin is particularly skilled at creating bulletin boards.

The task of drawing blackboard newspapers assigned by the Education Department has now been mostly given to Anmin.

Now that the higher-ups know that Anmin was doing all these things, they've basically given her all the work.

Liu Jianguo and Zhang Chunlan were targeted repeatedly because their work did not meet the standards.

The two of them were increasingly dissatisfied with Anmin.

However, Anmin pretended not to hear and focused on doing her own thing.

Recently, Liang Yi has been coming home early, while An Min usually goes home right after work.

Anmin had to cook dinner for the two of them before Liang Yi returned.

In the Northwest, it gets dark early. As soon as I stepped out of the gray two-story building of the Education and Culture Department, a cold wind blew straight into my neck.

This happened in Haicheng, around late autumn.

However, in the Northwest, it's already considered winter.

It had been a long time since that incident in Dongxiang Village, and Anmin hadn't made a point of asking about it.

However, Liang Yi had told her that the people in Dongxiang Village were continuing to cultivate the land according to her method.

But the rain a couple of days ago ruined all the land she had worked so hard to build.

An Min smiled but remained silent after hearing this.

She genuinely wanted to do something practical for Dongxiang Village, but unfortunately, her good intentions were not rewarded.

Anmin was also very sad.

They brought this upon themselves.

Anmin shrank her neck and pulled her scarf up even higher, covering half of her face.

The dirt road under her feet was full of potholes, making her stumble and fall, but Anmin felt as if she had a warm stove in her heart.

The two faces of Liu Jianguo and Zhang Chunlan, both pale with suppressed anger, kept circling in front of her, and she couldn't get rid of them.

Those two are completely silenced today.

The department assigned her, Anmin, the new bulletin board task, and she was specifically chosen to be in charge.

Liu Jianguo's flowery writings and Zhang Chunlan's crooked chalk handwriting.

The last time they submitted it, it was criticized by their superiors as worthless, and the two of them were so ashamed that they didn't dare to raise their heads for several days.

On the contrary, the work handled by An Min resulted in bulletin boards that were both visually appealing and well-written, making the entire Education Department look brighter.

Her superiors knew exactly what was going on, so naturally all the work was piled onto her shoulders.

As for Liu Jianguo and Zhang Chunlan?
They could only stand by and watch helplessly, making a few sarcastic remarks about how capable people should do more work, without even finding a legitimate reason to intervene.

Anmin didn't bother with it; she just wanted to get home quickly and soak her frozen hands and feet in the warm water on the stove.

As soon as I turned into the narrow alley next to the residential compound, there was a long queue in front of the supply and marketing cooperative, and the noise was deafening.

Anmin subconsciously moved to the side and walked close to the wall.

Just then, a familiar yet jarring voice reached her ears.

"Oh! Who do we have here? It's none other than the intellectuals from Anhui University!"

An Min paused, then looked up.

There, I saw my aunt's eldest daughter, Wei Hong, leaning against the peeling paint on the door frame of the supply and marketing cooperative, arms crossed.

His face was red from the cold wind, but his chin was held high. The familiar, undisguised contempt and smugness in his eyes almost overflowed.

She was wearing a worn maroon cotton-padded jacket that was wrapped tightly around her, and her chest was bulging.

The warmth that had just begun to rise in An Min's heart was instantly doused with cold water.

She remembered Wei Hong's face clearly when she first came to the Northwest.

It was she who instigated and pressured her, making Aunt Qin Shulan feel embarrassed.

He squeezed himself into that drafty, dilapidated cave dwelling where rats had dug holes.

Anmin will never forget the humiliation and coldness of that time.

"What? Just came from your respectable government office?"

Wei Hong dragged out her words, raising her voice high as if afraid the people queuing next to her wouldn't hear her.

"Tsk tsk, look at these neat clothes... Ah, much more presentable than when we lived in that dilapidated cave! Back then, tsk tsk, we were covered in dust and dirt, not much different from beggars, right?"

She deliberately emphasized the words "broken cave dwelling" loudly, with a look of pleasure on her face, as if tearing open other people's wounds was her greatest pleasure.

The neighbors in line were drawn by the loud voice, and many curious glances swept over, shifting back and forth between An Min and Wei Hong.

Those gazes were filled with ill intent, fixed on An Min.

She gripped the cloth bag containing the documents tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white, a surge of anger rising to her head.

Just as he was about to speak, his gaze was suddenly drawn to the unusual behavior of Wei Hong.

Wei Hong's arms crossed seemed casual, but the thick maroon cotton-padded coat was clearly pushed up in a rounded curve at her lower abdomen.

The fabric of her cotton-padded jacket rippled slightly as she spoke.

An Min's sharp gaze swept across Wei Hong's face.

That face, which was originally harsh and flamboyant, now had an unnatural, puffy appearance.

The flesh on his cheeks was somewhat loose and sagging, revealing an indescribable fatigue and bloating.

Looking further down, Wei Hong was wearing a pair of old cotton shoes that were clearly a size too big, and her ankles were badly swollen.

These unusual things made Anmin frown.

She recalled that not long ago, she had caught a glimpse of Wei Hong struggling with a man in a postman's uniform on a street corner.

The man looked to be in his mid-thirties; he was none other than Mr. Wang, the old postman responsible for this area.

At the time, she only noticed that Wei Hong looked flustered and strange, but now... An Min's brow twitched suddenly.

With Aunt Qin Shulan's strong personality and Uncle Wei Yaozong's arrogant attitude, how could they tolerate Wei Hong marrying an old postman who was both old and of low status?
Absolutely impossible!

An Min's anger was strangely calmed down after thinking about this.

She didn't even deliberately look at Wei Hong's belly; she simply slowly raised her eyes.

His gaze calmly fell on Wei Hong's face, which was contorted with smugness, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards very slightly.

"Wei Hong".

An Min's voice was not loud, even calm: "How have you been lately...?"

This unexpected greeting was completely unexpected by Wei Hong.

She paused for a moment, then her fierce temper returned, and she raised her chin even higher: "I'm doing fine! I don't need your pretense! What, you've learned this kind of empty flattery now that you've gotten to the higher-ups in the Education Department?"

An Min seemed not to hear her sarcasm. Her gaze slowly, with an invisible pressure, fell on the area below Wei Hong's tightly clasped arms.

The bulge that even a thick cotton-padded coat couldn't hide.

Her gaze was focused, as if she were carefully examining an object.

Wei Hong felt uncomfortable under her gaze and instinctively tried to hide her belly.

He tightened his grip on her arms and turned his body slightly to the side, his forced arrogance starting to crumble.

"What are you looking at!"

(End of this chapter)