Meanwhile, Fang Muyu was walking toward the residential compound.
She had no idea how Lu Yancheng had resolved yesterday’s incident.
In any case, as long as she lived on this island for even a day, no one else would dare touch her belongings.
Before she even reached the residential compound, Fang Muyu ran into Miao Guifen halfway there.
“Hmph!”
Miao Guifen held her head high, nostrils flaring, and glared sideways at Fang Muyu before stomping off angrily.
Fang Muyu paid it no mind.
When she arrived at the assigned house, her expression froze.
The fence that had originally separated the two yards was gone, replaced by a stone wall.
The stone wall enclosed the entire yard.
Who had built this stone wall? The answer was obvious. Who else but Lu Yancheng?
Fang Muyu curled her lips into a smile.
No wonder Miao Guifen had given her that look earlier. So she’d been put in her place, with no outlet for her anger.
It had to be said, this stone wall was exactly to Fang Muyu’s liking.
It not only directly cut off disputes with the neighbors but also blocked prying eyes.
Not bad!
The courtyard gate was pushed open from the inside.
Song Hao stepped out and, upon seeing Fang Muyu, looked pleasantly surprised. “Sister-in-law, you’re here? Perfect timing, come on in and take a look.”
“Hmm?” Fang Muyu stepped into the yard.
“The wall was built by the company commander, and the toilet and faucet still need finishing touches—he also ordered those repairs. Oh, and we repainted the inside of the house too, all on the company commander’s orders.”
Song Hao explained enthusiastically.
“You managed to do so much work in just two days?”
Fang Muyu was somewhat amazed.
“The company commander came over whenever he had free time and worked late into the night yesterday. Although we helped out too, most of the work was done by the company commander himself.”
Song Hao made every effort to credit Lu Yancheng.
Fang Muyu nodded without saying a word.
What did this sister-in-law think? Was she satisfied or not?
Song Hao’s heart pounded nervously.
He had done his best; the rest was up to the company commander himself.
Yesterday, she hadn’t had a proper look at her future home, but today Fang Muyu took her time examining it.
The house wasn’t very large, consisting of only two small rooms, plus a tiny kitchen. And, of course, the outdoor toilet.
The conditions were indeed tough, naturally incomparable to home.
However, given that Lu Yancheng had put effort into improving it, Fang Muyu decided not to nitpick.
“Company Commander, you’re here?”
At Song Hao’s exclamation, Fang Muyu turned around just in time to see Lu Yancheng standing at the courtyard gate behind her.
The tall, imposing, and stern-faced officer, exuding an air of toughness, was carefully cradling a cluster of snow-white fluff.
The scene resembled a battle wolf carrying a tiny kitten—ferocious yet somehow amusing.
Pfft!
Fang Muyu couldn’t help but laugh.
However, as soon as she met Lu Yancheng’s embarrassed and indignant gaze, she immediately suppressed her rising smile.
“Ahem, ahem… this flower of yours…”
Before Fang Muyu could finish her sentence, a sea breeze swept in, and the white fluff “whooshed” into the air, covering her face entirely.
Oh no!
Lu Yancheng reached out to block it, but it was already too late.
Fang Muyu’s face, hair, and clothes were dotted with dandelion fluff.
She fell silent for three seconds.
“…Lu Yancheng.”
“Yes.”
“Did you do that on purpose?”
“No.”
Looking at Lu Yancheng’s calm and composed expression, Fang Muyu laughed—out of sheer exasperation.
“You didn’t do it on purpose? Then why did you bring back a bunch of dandelions? Manual seeding?”
“I’ve been researching the medicinal value of dandelions lately.”
Lu Yancheng answered earnestly.
Internally, he was cursing Wu Weiguo’s ancestors eighteen generations back.
What a terrible idea that was.
He must have been blinded by lard to actually believe that roughneck Wu Weiguo.
“Hah~ hahaha”
Fang Muyu let out a few cold laughs.
“Hurry up and clean all these white fluffs off me, or you’ll get a taste of it too.”
Lu Yancheng didn’t speak, but his hands quite automatically began picking the white fluffs off Fang Muyu’s hair.
The two were very close.
So close that Lu Yancheng could smell the faint floral scent on Fang Muyu.
His hand involuntarily paused.
This scent was the same as that night.
Feeling no movement on her head, Fang Muyu looked up and happened to meet Lu Yancheng’s intense gaze.
She instinctively trembled slightly.
The large hand on her head instantly grew hot as well.
…
Song Hao watched their intimate posture, and his long-suspended heart finally settled.
Sister-in-law probably won’t be angry with the company commander anymore, right?
Was he being a bit in the way here now?
Should he slip away first?
Action speaks louder than thought. Song Hao quietly edged along the wall, trying to leave and give the young couple some space.
Swish—
Swish—
Two pairs of eyes simultaneously landed on Song Hao.
“What are you doing?”
“What are you doing?”
Song Hao froze in place.
Truly a married couple, such tacit understanding.
“Clumsy, I’ll do it myself.”
Fang Muyu quickly swatted Lu Yancheng’s hand away.
“Hurry up and fix this toilet, and the faucet too. It’s inconvenient for me to keep staying at the guesthouse.”
Fang Muyu busily searched for topics.
“It’d be best to build a pavilion in the yard, for shade in summer.”
“And plant something in it.”
“Also, the furniture in the house…”
…
Lu Yancheng watched as Fang Muyu’s little mouth kept chattering with instructions nonstop. Somehow, the gloom of the past two days suddenly dissipated, and his gaze softened.
“Alright.”
“Everything will be done as you say.”
Fang Muyu felt all her hairs stand on end.
What’s wrong with this male lead?
Is he sick?
That won’t do, this family still needs him to work!
“Are you sick or something?”
“What?”
Lu Yancheng was a bit unable to follow Fang Muyu’s train of thought.
“Maybe you should go to the island hospital and get checked!” Fang Muyu said seriously. “I think your eyes look off. See if they’re inflamed or something.”
Lu Yancheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed almost imperceptibly, his deep pupils darkening slightly, his lips pressed tightly together.
For a long moment, he couldn’t utter a single word, only feeling a throbbing at his temples.
“I. Am. Not. Sick.”
He spat out three words through gritted teeth, then with a cold face, picked up the shovel lying nearby and began vigorously digging up the yard.
Fang Muyu blinked her beautiful eyes and muttered.
“If you’re not sick, then you’re not sick. Why get angry all of a sudden? Really, you were fine just now, changing your face faster than the weather, even harder to figure out.”
Hearing this, Lu Yancheng grew even angrier.
The shovel in his hand was practically swinging fast enough to smoke.
This woman was truly infuriating.
Lu Yancheng felt he must have been kicked in the head by a donkey to even think about remarrying her.
Sharp-tongued, delicate, picky, spendthrift, troublesome…
He should be setting off firecrackers for divorcing her!
If it weren’t for the child, he wouldn’t be giving in to her.
Yes, that’s right, everything is for the child.
Everything he did was for the child, not for this malicious woman.
…