Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife-Chapter 1744: Red Plaid Skirt 1

With the music guiding her steps, Feng Qingxue suddenly felt as though she had returned to a modern dance ball.

Gentle music, elegant dance steps, men and women with shoulders touching and speaking in whispers, the aroma of liquor wafting through the air, all blending into what could be called the splendor of luxurious attire and rich fragrance.

Lu Jiang hooked her slender, soft waist with one hand, "What are you thinking about?" She even stepped the wrong way and trod on his foot.

Feng Qingxue snapped back from her wandering thoughts, quickly changing her dance steps to match Lu Jiang’s rhythm. Everywhere she looked, there was only a dim black, gray, blue, and green, none of the vibrant colors she had glimpsed in her daze.

Lu Jiang asked again, and she curled her lips into a smile and said, "It’s my first time attending a dance like this, a bit nervous."

Lu Jiang didn’t believe her, but he knew the environment they were in didn’t permit further questioning, so he said, "If there’s a chance, I’ll bring you to the next dance again."

"It has to be when there’s a chance." When work is busy, she felt embarrassed leaving her post.

Sometimes she felt work was important, maintaining her economic independence while also contributing to rescue and healing. Sometimes she felt work was troublesome, for being busy she had neglected her family, neglected her loved ones, and time spent with her husband was scarce, leading to a monotonous married life over the years.

Luckily, she was born in an era where purity coexists with absurdity, where a sense of responsibility outweighed later generations, and social conduct was managed very strictly. Though some had affairs, they were ultimately a minority.

Luckily, Lu Jiang wasn’t like others, wholeheartedly devoted to her, otherwise she would still have to worry about the seven-year itch and such.

Lu Jiang naturally understood the implication of his wife’s words and whispered in her ear, "This phase is too important; neither of us can act impulsively. Let’s wait, wait until the new generation of successors comes, then we’ll step back and live a life that’s just the two of us."

Feng Qingxue pouted and sighed, "Who knows how long that will take."

The higher the rank, the later the retirement time, some even only retire in name but still work, and professionals don’t necessarily retire when they reach the right age.

This year she was thirty-two and still had at least twenty years of work ahead.

"Then cherish the present." After finishing the dance, Lu Jiang took her to have some tea.

Several old cadres, unable to keep up physically, were already sitting on the sofas outside the dance floor talking. Upon seeing the couple, they immediately waved, and Wang Xinsheng directly said, "Lu Jiang, Xiaoxue, come over here."

The two approached, exchanged greetings, and then sat down.

Service staff swiftly brought two bowls of tea in front of them, and the table was also adorned with some fruits and snacks. A missing apple from the fruit plate was at this moment in Jiang Yun’s hand, half eaten by him.

The weekend dance was naturally not just about dancing; the old revolutionaries were discussing matters of work.

Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue listened quietly, without rashly interjecting.

Unknowingly, the topic turned to the Xisha Sea Battle, and Marshal Lu smiled at Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue, "You two have both made contributions, especially you, Lu Jiang, truly remarkable."

Lu Jiang modestly replied, "It’s only right, I dare not claim credit."

He knew that Marshal Lu was referring to that special forces team, which had quietly moved to the Capital by now, undertaking secret missions, and was no longer under his jurisdiction.

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