Reborn in the ’70s, Married to the Military District’s Cold-Faced Officer
Reborn in the ’70s, Married to the Military District’s Cold-Faced Officer Chapter 23

Chapter 23: The Military Families’ Assembly

“I’ve never been good at writing reports. Every time I submit one, Commissioner Yan is never satisfied,” Lu Jinyuan said, feeling a headache coming on.

“Husband, I’ll help you write it,” Ran Jinnian said, a thought sparking in her mind.

“This isn’t like writing essays or keeping a diary,” Lu Jinyuan smiled.

Ran Jinnian frowned, unconvinced. “Then tell me, what exactly should this report include?”

“Operations, tactics, coordination, personal shortcomings, and strengths.”

After asking a few more questions, she took the notebook and pen and started writing.

Lu Jinyuan smiled but didn’t interfere. He bent over and continued working on his own report.

“Husband, here’s the summary report I wrote. If there are mistakes or shortcomings, you can revise them and then copy it,” she said.

Half an hour later, Ran Jinnian handed the report to Lu Jinyuan.

His pupils constricted as he read it. The more he read, the more astonished he became.

His voice carried a hint of excitement: “Wife, you’re incredible.”

Although there were slight differences, most of what she wrote was accurate.

“It’s basically the same as writing an essay—what to say, how to say it, and how to convey the central idea,” Ran Jinnian stretched lazily.

She tapped Lu Jinyuan’s stiff shoulders. “I’m still waiting to be your little secretary.”

“As you command,” Lu Jinyuan said, raising his hand.

Ran Jinnian laughed.

After a bit of playful banter, Lu Jinyuan revised her report and then recopied it himself.

By then, it was getting late. Ran Jinnian led Lu Jinyuan out of the space.

After washing up in the space, the couple went straight to bed.

The next morning, when Ran Jinnian woke up, Lu Jinyuan was already gone.

In the kitchen, a pot of porridge with eggs was ready.

After breakfast, Ran Jinnian planned to tidy up the yard’s vegetable garden when the broadcast suddenly sounded:

“Attention all military family members: an assembly will be held at 10 o’clock in the First Meeting Room. Please ensure punctual attendance.”

Ran Jinnian hadn’t expected a military family meeting. She checked the time—half an hour left.

She pinned her hair up with a clip, put on a green coat over a beige floral dress, and grabbed her bag with water, candy, and paper and pen.

Then she headed out to find Zhou Hongying.

Zhou Hongying was holding her youngest son and greeted Ran Jinnian warmly: “Sit wherever you like.”

She glanced at Ran Jinnian’s outfit and smiled: “Your coat and dress are really beautiful.”

As the only daughter in her family, Ran Jinnian had been spoiled since childhood.

Her father Ran Demin and mother Wang Xiumei both worked, but never begrudged her anything, always buying the newest styles.

Ran Jinnian had always dressed elegantly.

Looking at her own outfit, the coat and dress were from the space. The coat was a bit bright, but the overall style was simple and appropriate for this era.

“Just a bit flashy,” Zhou Hongying said without envy. Most women in the military family compound wore drab colors.

Ran Jinnian didn’t mind. Wearing nice clothes wasn’t a crime.

She smiled and changed the topic: “Sister-in-law, I heard on the broadcast that the military families are having a meeting. Usually, what do these meetings involve?”

Zhou Hongying shook her head: “I’ve been here four years, and there have only been two meetings.”

“What were the first two meetings about?”

“When the men achieved military merits, the families were commended for their support work.”

Ran Jinnian wondered if Lu Jinyuan’s recent mission might have earned him merits, and if the meeting was to recognize their families.

“Let’s go then,” Zhou Hongying said, tidying herself up. Her eldest daughters were in elementary school, so she carried her youngest son to the meeting.

Outside the courtyard, many families were already making their way to the meeting room.

Small groups gathered—some carrying children, some knitting, others husking corn. Ran Jinnian found it quite amusing.

“Hongying, Jinnian,” Qin Shulan called, walking over with Li Fengxia.

Ran Jinnian greeted warmly: “Sister-in-law Qin, Sister-in-law Li.”

They replied: “You’re not in delicate condition anymore, right?”

“Not that fragile,” Ran Jinnian realized they meant yesterday’s incident that had disturbed her pregnancy.

Li Fengxia muttered, “Fragile? You got your pregnancy upset just from doing laundry.”

Ran Jinnian: “…”

Qin Shulan and Zhou Hongying were speechless. Remarks like that were fine in private, but saying them out loud was inappropriate.

Ran Jinnian ignored it: “Maybe it was just a shock, which caused the upset.”

Li Fengxia: “…”

She gave an embarrassed smile and didn’t continue.

As everyone reached the main gate, the doors were already open for the assembly.

Ran Jinnian followed the crowd into the First Meeting Room, which was huge and could fit fifty or sixty people.

The room was simply decorated, with slightly worn tables and chairs.

“Jinnian, come, sit here. Be careful,” Zhou Hongying said, holding her youngest son while watching out for Ran Jinnian.

Ran Jinnian quickly replied, “Sister-in-law Zhou, watch out for Sandan.”

Zhou Hongying’s youngest was called Sandan—a common nickname in this era, symbolizing good fortune and survival.

The early arrivals sat in the first three rows.

This was Ran Jinnian’s first time seeing so many military family members—most were around forty years old, while younger families in their twenties were fewer.

Many young soldiers hadn’t married yet, and some married soldiers had families who didn’t come to follow them, making younger military family members rare.

Some who hadn’t met Ran Jinnian whispered: “Which family does that pregnant woman belong to?”

“No idea. Even so far along, she looks radiant.”

“That green coat is gorgeous. Must be expensive.”

“The floral dress underneath is lovely too. I wonder if she bought it or made it herself.”

People felt a sense of freshness seeing Ran Jinnian.

Someone asked aloud: “She’s Lu Jinyuan’s wife, right?”

“Ah, such a beautiful girl, married to that cold-faced commander.”

“Lu Jinyuan is so cold. Doesn’t his wife freeze sleeping next to him?”

Everyone laughed heartily.

Ran Jinnian noticed the commotion behind her but didn’t hear what was said.

At that moment, Yu Xiuzhi entered.

Her eyes immediately found Ran Jinnian—her outfit was too eye-catching to miss.

Ran Jinnian looked up and met her gaze.

They exchanged a glance charged with tension.

Yu Xiuzhi was still annoyed about being splashed with water yesterday, and seeing Ran Jinnian irritated her further.

Ran Jinnian was never afraid and didn’t intend to provoke her either.

After a while, a woman in uniform walked in.

“That’s Director Du from the Art Troupe,” Zhou Hongying whispered.

Having stayed in the military compound a long time, Zhou Hongying recognized many of the leaders.

Ran Jinnian was surprised—why would the Art Troupe be holding a meeting for them?

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