Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 1142: I am Your Father

Ning Shu touched her chest, her heart felt stuffy and uncomfortable. Zhu Suniang truly had a severe inferiority complex. This inferiority complex was especially strong when she was in front of Zhu Yanqiu.

Originally, she should have addressed Zhu Yanqiu as ‘mister’. When introducing him to others, it also should have been ‘this is my husband, my mister.’ However, she was afraid that Zhu Yanqiu would get angry so whenever someone asked, she would say that she was Zhu Yanqiu’s older sister.

As of now, the atmosphere within the nation was getting increasingly tense. The Japanese had taken over the three northeastern provinces and within the country, two forces were entangled in a civil war. The central government’s policy was ‘to resist foreign aggression, we must first get rid of the enemy within,’ so they were focused on suppressing the Red Army. Spies were everywhere and assassinations and destruction ensued, causing the state of affairs to become even more volatile. A blanket of unease fell over the entire nation.

Every day, people ranging in status from being officials and nobles to being street peddlers were arrested and thrown in jail. The government was trying to get rid of everyone who seemed to be part of the Red Army.

Layers of unclearable heavy clouds seemed to hang over the entire nation as the soil beneath them howled in grief. In this chaotic world, Ning Shu felt so small. That kind of bitter struggle, that suffering, that pain, slowly grew and wound around her heart.

Every single person should do something for this suffering nation.

Zhu Siyuan asked Ning Shu for books to read, so Ning Shu immediately took him to the bookstore to buy books. As of now, Zhu Siyuan was able to recognize some words and so he could read a little.

In this era, books were extremely expensive. The only visitors to bookstores were pretty much students in school uniforms or well-dressed intellectuals.

As Ning Shu and Zhu Siyuan were picking out books, they heard a voice filled with uncertainty and shock. “Zhu Suniang?”

Ning Shu turned around and found Zhu Yanqiu standing there with a book in his hand as he stared at her in a daze. Ning Shu looked at him in confusion. “Who are you?”

Zhu Yanqiu’s heart jumped. He had been stunned and found it absurd to see this person who never should’ve been here in this bookstore. After the initial shock faded, the word ‘crap’ immediately replaced everything else that he felt.

“What are you doing here?” Zhu Yanqiu’s voice was a little loud so everyone in the bookstore looked towards him. Zhu Yanqiu quickly walked over to Ning Shu and yanked her arm to pull her out of the bookstore.

Ning Shu shook Zhu Yanqiu’s hand off, then picked up Zhu Siyuan before walking out of the bookstore.

As soon as they left the bookstore, Zhu Yanqiu started yelling at Ning Shu, “What are you doing here? What about Mom? I sent you so many telegrams, why didn’t you answer!? And you didn’t even bother to tell me that you were coming to Shanghai! You shouldn’t be here, hurry and go back home! “

Ning Shu still maintained a dumbfounded expression as she asked hesitantly, “You are?”

“Zhu Yanqiu,” snapped Zhu Yanqiu. A smile abruptly appeared on Ning Shu’s face and she said happily, “Mister, I’ve finally found you!”

Zhu Yanqiu frowned and asked in a disbelieving tone, “What did you call me? Mister?”

“I think the people here all call their husbands mister,” said Ning Shu. She then turned to Zhu Siyuan and said, “Siyuan, this is your father. Your father isn’t dead yet. Come on, greet your dad.”

Zhu Siyuan:????

His father wasn’t dead yet?