Lu Yancheng stood frozen for several long seconds.
He had imagined many scenarios for their reunion, but never this one.
“Fang Muyu, are you doing this on purpose?”
Though Lu Yancheng’s words were icy, his body remained unmoving.
On purpose, my foot.
Fang Muyu was too busy retching to have the breath to retort.
She had initially only been dry-heaving a few times, but the moment she caught a whiff of the faint tobacco scent on Lu Yancheng, she couldn’t control another, more violent wave of nausea.
“You, get away!”
Fang Muyu pushed at Lu Yancheng with a mix of annoyance and complaint.
Lu Yancheng didn’t budge, his face cold and hard as ice, his gaze sharp and piercing.
You won’t move? Fine, I will.
Fang Muyu simply walked to the side and resumed dry-heaving.
Song Hao glanced at Lu Yancheng, then at Fang Muyu, his eyes filled with sympathy.
Who would have thought? The company commander is usually strict when training his men, but he’s even scowling at his wife.
After a few more dry heaves, Fang Muyu finally began to recover.
She glared at Lu Yancheng.
It’s all this man’s fault. If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t be suffering like this.
The glared-at Lu Yancheng was utterly bewildered.
Not only had this woman, Fang Muyu, vomited all over him, but she had the nerve to glare at him too?
“Take your jacket off,” Fang Muyu said weakly.
“What for?” Lu Yancheng’s eyes held suspicion.
“Just take it off, less talk,” Fang Muyu’s tone was full of irritation.
Thinking Fang Muyu felt cold, Lu Yancheng promptly took off his jacket and handed it to her.
Fang Muyu pinched her nose, took the jacket, and then tossed it to Song Hao.
“Help hold this for a bit.”
“O-okay, sister-in-law.”
Song Hao caught the jacket.
The annoying smell of smoke was finally gone, and the displeasure on Fang Muyu’s face eased somewhat.
“Squat down.”
“What exactly are you trying to do?”
Lu Yancheng looked at Fang Muyu’s pale, weary face, hesitated for a moment, but still squatted down.
Seeing Lu Yancheng’s broad back, Fang Muyu didn’t think twice before climbing onto it.
The moment the soft sensation reached him, Lu Yancheng’s entire body involuntarily stiffened.
“I have no strength left. Carry me back.”
The soft, light voice sounded by his ear, carrying a faint, delicate fragrance. Lu Yancheng’s body tensed. “What will people think if they see?”
“I’m a patient right now. Helping a patient shows high ideological awareness.” Fang Muyu was exhausted to death; there was no way she was getting down.
Lu Yancheng was momentarily speechless.
In the end, he still supported Fang Muyu with both hands and stood up.
Way to go, Company Commander.
Song Hao gave Lu Yancheng a thumbs-up.
He had just thought the company commander and his wife weren’t getting along, but looking at this, they clearly were!
The tips of Lu Yancheng’s ears grew warm as he turned and started walking with Fang Muyu on his back.
After only a few steps, Lu Yancheng stopped again.
“Your sister-in-law’s luggage, help carry it back.”
“Sure thing, Company Commander, mission guaranteed.”
Song Hao agreed readily, completely unaware of what he was about to face.
When he saw the mountain-like pile of stuff, his whole world cracked.
…
Lu Yancheng’s back was very broad.
Fang Muyu lay against him, breathing in his clean, crisp scent. Her previously agitated heart gradually calmed, and the waves of nausea that had been churning inside her also subsided considerably.
After all the commotion, Fang Muyu was truly tired. Lying on Lu Yancheng’s back, she couldn’t help but start to doze off.
Lu Yancheng felt the breathing behind him gradually become steady and even, his eyes flickering.
This woman actually fell asleep?
What a pig!
Lu Yancheng instinctively slowed his pace, walking even more steadily.
…
On the sheltered slope of the mountain, residential areas for military families were spread out in clusters, with rows of neatly arranged small stone houses.
When Lu Yancheng submitted his marriage report to the military, he had also applied for a family residence.
However, this family residence was still empty, as he hadn’t tidied it up.
Moreover, since the two of them were about to divorce, Lu Yancheng simply carried Fang Muyu to the guesthouse.
The young soldier on duty at the guesthouse saw Lu Yancheng carrying a beautiful girl and immediately realized this was the legendary sister-in-law. He quickly stood at attention and saluted.
“Hello, Company Commander. Hello, Sister-in-law.”
Fang Muyu stirred but didn’t wake up.
Lu Yancheng nodded and lowered his voice. “One room.”
After a pause, he added, “The best one.”
The young soldier swiftly took a key from the drawer. “Yes, Company Commander. The room at the end of the second floor. A ten-yuan deposit, refundable for any unused amount. Please register the information here.”
After getting the key and going upstairs, Lu Yancheng placed Fang Muyu on the bed.
Throughout the entire process, Fang Muyu didn’t wake up.
Standing by the bed, Lu Yancheng looked at Fang Muyu’s peaceful sleeping face, his expression complicated.
Their marriage had been arranged by their elders.
During their initial meeting, he had taken a liking to Fang Muyu at first sight, and she had nodded in agreement.
It wasn’t until after they married that Lu Yancheng realized Fang Muyu had agreed to marry him not because she liked him, but to spite her stepsister, Gu Shiyi.
Because Gu Shiyi had always liked him.
Even more absurdly, Fang Muyu’s heart belonged to someone else.
No wonder!
No wonder she refused to let him touch her after their wedding night—she was preserving her purity for her beloved.
Lu Yancheng was furious.
After tossing a divorce application to Fang Muyu, he returned to the military.
Now, Fang Muyu had chased after him and was acting so intimately with him. What was she trying to do?
Win him back?
Impossible.
There are plenty of fish in the sea; why cling to just one flower?
It wasn’t as if Lu Yancheng was unwanted.
If she cried and begged him later, he would definitely hold his ground.
A flicker of determination flashed in Lu Yancheng’s eyes.
…
Lu Yancheng waited for over half an hour.
Instead of waiting for Fang Muyu to wake up, he waited for Song Hao to arrive.
The two stood downstairs at the guesthouse.
“Company Commander, I moved all of Sister-in-law’s things to the family residence.”
Song Hao’s forehead was covered in sweat.
There were so many things—if he hadn’t enlisted the help of a few other soldiers, he didn’t know how long it would have taken to move everything.
“Alright.”
Lu Yancheng was puzzled as to why Song Hao hadn’t brought Fang Muyu’s things directly to the guesthouse.
When he returned to the family residence and saw the room filled with belongings, his pupils widened in shock.
So many things?
What was she here for?
Could she be planning to join him as a military spouse?
Once this thought surfaced in Lu Yancheng’s mind, he couldn’t shake it off.
Why had she come?
Did she not want a divorce anymore?
Could she have discovered his good qualities?
…
Fang Muyu slept until eight o’clock in the evening.
If it weren’t for her stomach growling, she might have slept until morning.
It was all Lu Yancheng’s fault.
Sitting up in bed, Fang Muyu stretched lazily.
“Awake?”
The familiar, cool male voice froze Fang Muyu’s hand mid-air.
“What are you doing here?”
Lu Yancheng’s lips twitched.
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”
“Why have you come here?”
…