Chapter 1689: Fu Yan Cheng's Scheming Heart

Zhang Yanyan was no pushover either: "Classmate Jiang Wenxing, you saw that everyone received their books today; we can't help you carry them. You'll have to think of another way."

Hearing her refusal, Jiang Wenxing issued a threat: "You're a class cadre; you won't even help with such a small favor?"

Chuxue hated people who constantly tried to morally coerce others. She spoke up: "Classmate Jiang Wenxing, instead of wasting time arguing here, you'd better return the books sooner."

"This is a school. Leave your bad habits at home. Here, we have only one identity: students."

The words were already subtle enough; most people in the classroom naturally understood.

Jiang Wenxing already had a grudge against Chuxue, and now she flew into a rage: "Xiao Chuxue, I didn't ask you for help. Why are you sticking your nose in?"

Chuxue gave her a cold glance: "I'm just helping out when I see injustice. If you have an objection, keep it to yourself."

Saying that, she ignored her, hugged her books, and walked out of the classroom.

Zhang Yanyan naturally wouldn't stay to argue with Jiang Wenxing either; clutching her books, she hurriedly followed out.

Once they left, the other students in the dormitory followed suit.

This made Jiang Wenxing so angry she stamped her feet.

The reason she was late was that she had gone to find a place to call home, hoping the Jiang family patriarch would vent her anger for her.

But as soon as the call connected, the old man scolded her from head to toe, saying that if she kept causing trouble, she might as well quit school.

Naturally, she couldn't accept that. She said some unpleasant things over the phone. The Jiang patriarch was furious, and some remarks weren't suitable to make over the phone, so he simply hung up.

But since being brought back to the Jiang family, Jiang Wenxing had never been treated this way. She kept redialing. With no other choice, the old man ordered someone to unplug the telephone line, and only then did she stop.

Who would have thought that this worrywart Jiang Wenxing would call her next-door neighbor's house and ask them to call her family to answer the phone.

If Uncle Huang hadn't always carried medicine on his person, the old man might have died of anger today.

That's why the class meeting was delayed, leading to today's scene.

As soon as Chuxue stepped out of the teaching building, she saw Fu Yan Cheng standing not far away. Her heart warmed, yet she couldn't help cursing inwardly: "Scheming man."

Seeing her come out, Fu Yan Cheng smiled and approached: "Wife, Auntie Wei made dumplings, so I brought some for you."

As he spoke, he reached out to take the books she was holding: "Let me carry them down for you."

Chuxue glanced at him: "Aren't you going back to the military district today?"

A smile lingered on Fu Yan Cheng's lips: "After I deliver the dumplings to you, I'll rush back."

Hearing this, Chuxue couldn't help feeling sorry for him: "Drive slowly later."

Fu Yan Cheng knew his wife was worried about him: "Don't worry. I cherish my life very much now."

That was no lie. Since getting married, he had been even more cautious and careful on missions than before, let alone after having triplets.

Now he could better understand his parents' feelings back then when they urged him to marry.

Qi Xiaoyu and Zhang Yanyan greeted Chuxue cheerfully and left first. Several roommates behind them who didn't know Fu Yan Cheng hurriedly chased after them: "Xiaoyu, Yanyan, who is that person?"

Zhang Yanyan rolled her eyes at them: "It's so obvious; can't you tell? Besides, didn't he just call Chuxue 'wife'? Didn't you hear?"

Hao Jingchun shook her head: "We were at the back; we really didn't hear."

"Xiao Chuxue is actually married?"

"I really couldn't tell at all."