Military Port Guesthouse.
The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy scent, rustled the clothes hanging on the laundry lines.
The military wives who were to board the island the next day sat on stone benches in the courtyard, chatting while knitting sweaters and sewing shoe soles, creating a lively atmosphere.
Suddenly, a cart loaded with goods arrived at the main gate.
“Comrade, hello! These are the things Comrade Lu Yancheng’s wife bought at the supply and marketing cooperative. I helped bring them over. Where should I put them?”
The soldier on duty had never seen such a scene before. He stood frozen for several seconds before snapping back to reality.
“Put them here. I’ll move them.”
“I’ll help you.”
It took the two of them a full seven or eight trips to unload everything from the cart.
Just as they finished unloading one cart, another piled high with goods arrived.
Unsurprisingly, all of it belonged to Fang Muyu.
The military wives watched, clicking their tongues in amazement.
“My goodness, she’s practically brought the entire supply and marketing cooperative back with her!”
“How much money must all this have cost?”
“Company Commander Lu’s wife sure has money!”
Liu Mei stood among the crowd, her heart souring with envy.
“Isn’t she just spending her husband’s money?”
“What? My husband is willing to give me money to spend. Isn’t yours?”
Fang Muyu had just reached the entrance of the guesthouse when she overheard Liu Mei’s jealous remarks.
“You…”
Liu Mei was caught off guard, her face instantly flushing red to the tips of her ears.
“If you like, you can also go to the supply and marketing cooperative and buy two cartloads.”
Fang Muyu stood before Liu Mei, smiling enchantingly.
“Just turn left out of the supply and marketing cooperative and go straight. No need to thank me.”
Liu Mei, flustered and embarrassed, wanted to retort but couldn’t muster a strong comeback. In the end, she could only stew in her own frustration.
Fang Muyu looked at Liu Mei, rendered speechless with anger, and felt a bit surprised.
Her combat skills were truly exceptionally weak. Not even sharpening her blade would help.
Forget it. No point stooping to her level.
…
The next day.
As dawn broke, Fang Muyu boarded the ship bound for the island.
On the ship, Fang Muyu was violently seasick.
She didn’t get seasick, but the baby in her belly probably did.
Fang Muyu nearly vomited up her bile.
Fortunately, by the afternoon, the silhouette of Qingyu Island finally came into view.
…
On the island.
Company Commander’s Office.
Lu Yancheng lifted his head and once again turned to look out the window.
On the vast, endless sea, a small white dot had appeared.
It was the ship coming to the island.
Lu Yancheng appeared calm on the surface, but his heart tightened.
Early that morning, as soon as Fang Muyu had boarded the ship, Lu Yancheng had received the news.
“Huh, isn’t that the ship coming to the island?”
Song Hao had initially wondered why Lu Yancheng kept looking out the window. Now he understood.
“Sister-in-law must be on this ship, right? Company Commander, aren’t you going to hurry to the port?”
Lu Yancheng shifted his gaze from the window back to his desk. “I still have work to finish.”
“Then what about when Sister-in-law arrives?”
Song Hao’s question received no answer from Lu Yancheng.
Yes.
What should he do when she arrived?
Even Lu Yancheng himself had no answer in his heart.
“What else needs to be done? I’ll handle it. Picking up Sister-in-law is more important.”
Unaware of the turmoil in Lu Yancheng’s heart, Song Hao simply wanted to take over his tasks.
Lu Yancheng was momentarily at a loss for words. “I… have to go report on work later.”
“Report on what work?”
Zhao Haijiang, who happened to be passing by the office door, poked his head in curiously.
“Battalion Commander, good afternoon.”
Lu Yancheng and Song Hao immediately stood at attention and saluted.
“Work? Didn’t you just report yesterday?”
Zhao Haijiang looked at Lu Yancheng with a suspicious expression.
Song Hao also watched Lu Yancheng with curiosity.
Lu Yancheng remained calm and composed. “I remembered some details today and wanted to add them for you, Battalion Commander.”
“Add my foot! Don’t delay me getting off work.” Zhao Haijiang strongly suspected this kid was up to no good. “Your sister-in-law is cooking today, and I don’t have time for those messy, complicated meals.”
“Don’t worry, Battalion Commander, the company commander is busy, and Sister-in-Law has arrived on the island.”
Song Hao spoke quickly and bluntly.
Lu Yancheng: …
He had the urge to sew this kid’s mouth shut.
“Ah, that’s great! Xiao Lu, hurry to the port to pick her up!”
“That’s right, Company Commander, go quickly. The ship is about to dock.”
…
Even as he stood on the dock, Lu Yancheng didn’t understand how he had ended up there.
Looking at Song Hao’s excited face beside him, Lu Yancheng had the illusion that this kid was the one here to pick up his wife.
Soon.
The ship docked.
Lu Yancheng’s expression grew increasingly indifferent.
Soon.
One military spouse after another disembarked.
Song Hao craned his neck eagerly. “Company Commander, which one is Sister-in-Law?”
Lu Yancheng didn’t speak. His gaze remained fixed on the ship’s exit, but he still didn’t see that familiar figure.
As all the military spouses boarding the island disembarked, there was still no sign of Fang Muyu.
Lu Yancheng’s brow furrowed slightly.
Just as he lifted his foot to step forward, Fang Muyu’s figure finally appeared.
She wore a moon-white dacron blouse with delicate little daisies embroidered around the collar, the hem tucked into light gray high-waisted trousers. On her feet were white mid-heel leather sandals. A small pearl brooch, not large but with a fine luster, was pinned to her collar.
Compared to the other military spouses nearby, Fang Muyu looked as if she had stepped out of a magazine, exceptionally bright and striking.
“C-Company Commander, is this Sister-in-Law?”
Song Hao couldn’t believe it.
Lu Yancheng’s brow tightened.
What’s wrong with this woman?
Is seeing him that unbearable?
And her face is so pale!
Fang Muyu hadn’t told her family about coming to the island, much less Lu Yancheng.
As soon as she disembarked and saw Lu Yancheng looking ruddy and full of energy, her anger flared up.
I was vomiting my guts out on the ship, and this culprit, on the other hand, has kept himself looking dashing and handsome, like a flower that even wild bees on the roadside would want to sting a few times.
Fang Muyu stomped angrily toward Lu Yancheng.
Lu Yancheng watched Fang Muyu approaching step by step, his expression growing colder and more severe.
Song Hao glanced back and forth between his company commander and the newly arrived sister-in-law, thinking they were simply too well-matched. He, the third wheel, really shouldn’t be here.
Fang Muyu stopped when she was one step away from Lu Yancheng.
Though she was 169 cm tall, standing before Lu Yancheng, who was 187 cm, she still appeared quite petite.
Lu Yancheng looked down at Fang Muyu’s delicate, lovely face, his expression cold and rigid, devoid of any emotion.
Fang Muyu looked up at him, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, her pale cheeks flushed with two spots of red—from anger.
The couple stood silently facing each other, one cold as ice, the other burning with fury.
Standing to the side, Song Hao watched with clear-eyed foolishness, eagerly anticipating the sparks that would fly between the couple.
“You…”
In the end, it was Lu Yancheng who spoke first.
However, he only managed to utter a single word before Fang Muyu grabbed his arm.
Lu Yancheng was momentarily stunned.
Looking into Fang Muyu’s gradually misty eyes, his heart suddenly softened.
Before he could say anything more, Fang Muyu leaned her forehead against his chest.
Lu Yancheng’s expression remained unchanged, but his ears turned red.
Fang Muyu couldn’t hold back any longer—she retaliated with a continuous sound.
“Ugh—”