The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Jiang Chaohui's sudden words instantly changed the tense atmosphere in the living room.

Hu Xiuqing's anger suddenly disappeared, as if he didn't understand: "What? Say it again!"

Jiang Zhaohui seemed to realize his own recklessness and took a half step back in fear, his voice becoming softer: "I, I heard that my dad is going to change his career."

Hu Xiuqing murmured, "Re-employment? Your father wants to re-employment? Who told you that? How come I don't know?"

This news was so sudden that it was hard for people to accept its truth.

Jiang Zhaohui stammered, "My classmate said so. She said my dad and her dad are both on the list of people who need to be transferred to civilian jobs."

Hu Xiuqing stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Zhaohui's arm, dragged her into the living room, and asked through gritted teeth, "Tell me what's going on! Who is your classmate's father? How did your classmate know? Explain it to me clearly!"

Jiang Zhaohui had a bitter face, wanting to hide his tears, but the tears refused to cooperate and he could not squeeze them out. He could only hunch his shoulders and hesitantly say, "My classmate is called Xu Baohui. Her father and my father are in the same department. I heard her tell me that, but I, I don't know if it's true."

Hu Xiuqing poked Jiang Zhaohui's forehead fiercely: "Useless thing, you can't even get a clear answer. Ask me again tomorrow!"

Jiang Zhaohui whispered, "Tomorrow is Sunday. There's no school, so I can't ask."

Hu Xiuqing prodded again: "Why don't you go to her house to look for her?"

Jiang Zhaohui almost shrunk his head into his neck, and his voice became even smaller: "I have never been to her house. They used to live in the artillery regiment, not in our courtyard."

Hu Xiuqing slapped him in the face: "You can't do anything, you useless piece of shit!"

Jiang Chaohui didn't expect to be beaten and had no time to dodge. He was slapped hard on the face. He was stunned and covered his face with his hands, not daring to cry.

Jiang Xiaocui was stunned. She had wanted to protect Jiang Furong from being beaten, but who knew Hu Xiuqing would do this and vent her anger on Jiang Chaohui. Even if she wanted to stop him, she couldn't. She could only look at Jiang Chaohui and then at Jiang Furong with heartache. She was also worried about the child in the room who might be scared.

Jiang Furong was extremely angry. No matter what Jiang Zhaohui's purpose was, he didn't deserve this slap.

This was purely Hu Xiuqing taking his anger out on others.

Jiang Furong pulled her arm free, walked over to stand beside Jiang Zhaohui and asked, "Does it hurt? Let me see."

Jiang Chaohui suddenly sobbed, big tears rolled down his face, and he cried uncontrollably.

Hu Xiuqing raised her hand to strike again: "You dare to cry!"

"Stop!" Jiang Furong grabbed Hu Xiuqing's wrist with one hand and pulled it aside. With the other hand, she grabbed the bowl on the table and raised it up: "If you dare to hit anyone again, I will fight you!"

He must fight hard, but his job will not fall on Hu Xiuqing's head.

Jiang Xiaocui hurried forward, but did not intervene to stop the fight. She just nervously shouted, "Furong, don't be angry."

She shouted "don't fight", but her body language was very honest, because she stood in front of Jiang Furong.

The situation suddenly changed again, and three people stood opposite Hu Xiuqing.

"Get out of here! I'm teaching my child a lesson, it's none of your business!" Hu Xiuqing, still trying to embolden herself, shouted at the top of her lungs, "Want to fight me? Just give it a try!"