Chapter 1269: What Kind of Expression Is That?

On the other side, Fu Yan Cheng, who had rushed up from the meeting room downstairs, was stunned: "Why did the call get hung up?"

Guo Zhanrong, who followed him in, still insisted: "It didn't hang up! I told Sister-in-law I was going to call..."

The word 'you' hadn't even left his mouth when he reached the table, slapped his head, and said: "Regiment Commander, I was wrong. I got too excited just now and hung up the phone."

As he spoke, his face was full of embarrassment.

Fu Yan Cheng glared fiercely at him: "My wife finally called me. If it weren't that we have no grudge, I'd suspect you're taking revenge on me."

As he spoke, he slapped Guo Zhanrong's shoulder: "Alright, it's no big deal. Hurry up and scram."

Guo Zhanrong felt extremely uneasy: "What if Sister-in-law gets angry and doesn't call again?"

He wore a look of regret as he spoke.

Seeing his expression, Fu Yan Cheng said: "My wife isn't that petty."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the phone rang again. Fu Yan Cheng answered with incredible speed: "Wife."

His voice was so loud that Liu Chuxue quickly pulled the receiver away: "It's me."

Fu Yan Cheng's face was all smiles: "Wife, how are things going? Do you need me to come pick you up?"

Liu Chuxue coughed lightly: "I originally planned to return tomorrow, but there's still something I need to take care of tomorrow. I'm calling just to tell you: if I can't make it back tomorrow afternoon, it'll be the day after tomorrow."

Hearing that his wife might not be able to return to the family compound tomorrow, Fu Yan Cheng felt a bit disappointed, but he still said: "Wife, can you tell me what it is? Maybe I can find someone to help you?"

He spoke sincerely, though his true motive was to get his wife back to the family compound sooner.

Since the matter wasn't resolved yet, Liu Chuxue didn't want to mention it in advance, especially since this call had been transferred; she didn't know how it might be twisted by others: "No one else can help with this. When I get back to the family compound, I'll explain in detail."

Fu Yan Cheng could only offer various reminders before reluctantly hanging up the phone.

Guo Zhanrong, who had already ducked out into the hallway, heard the call end and stuck his head in: "Regiment Comman..."

He had intended to tease his Regiment Commander, but seeing the Commander standing there expressionless, the rest of his words got stuck in his throat: Could it be that Sister-in-law took her anger over the hung-up call out on the Commander? What should I do?

Fu Yan Cheng was actually amused by his expression: "Alright, it has nothing to do with you. Stop overthinking it."

Guo Zhanrong wore a look that said, "Do you think I believe that?" which made Fu Yan Cheng's hand itch again.

Fearing the young man might feel burdened, Fu Yan Cheng asked: "What kind of expression is that?"

Guo Zhanrong told the truth: "I just saw you didn't look very happy, so I was a bit worried."

Fu Yan Cheng scoffed: "You haven't even found a partner yet; what would you know?"

Guo Zhanrong was now upset: "Regiment Commander, I just received a letter from home the day before yesterday. My sister wrote in it that she wants to introduce her classmate to be my wife. I've already written my reply. I'm about to have a partner."

Fu Yan Cheng rolled his eyes at him: "Until it's confirmed, you'd better save your breath."

Guo Zhanrong wanted to argue back, but then thought it over; if the Miss hadn't agreed, he would just look awkward.

He coughed lightly and quickly changed the subject: "Then why did you look unhappy just now?"

Fu Yan Cheng reached out and slapped him: "Which eye saw me unhappy? I was just worried about my wife."

Guo Zhanrong couldn't help but laugh: "Regiment Commander, you've only been married, and you've turned so fussy and nagging. Sister-in-law is a grown woman; what is there to worry about?"

Earlier, Liu Chuxue had instructed him not to spread the news about her pregnancy unless absolutely necessary, so he had to hold his tongue.