Song Yuntang answered seriously, “You’re in the early stages of heart failure.”
The symptoms of early-stage heart failure included chest tightness, shortness of breath, difficulty breathing, night sweats, swelling in both legs, and easy fatigue. Commander He matched every one of them.
Moreover, early-stage heart failure was a latent condition. It needed to be discovered early and treated early. Even after treatment, if one suddenly couldn’t catch their breath, they might lose their life at any moment.
Song Yuntang clearly explained the severity of the condition to Commander He and continued to advise him, “Commander He, my acupuncture can only temporarily relieve your breathing difficulties. You need to go to the hospital for a thorough examination and develop a treatment plan. Only then can the root cause be treated and your health restored.”
Commander He nodded repeatedly. The soldiers beside him, seeing that the treatment had ended, gathered around to ask about his condition.
“I want to get down.”
An’an tugged at Fu Weicheng’s coat and spoke softly.
Fu Weicheng set the little girl down. An’an and Niannian immediately rushed to Song Yuntang’s side, happily calling out, “Mom!” It turned out their mother was so amazing—she could even treat illnesses.
With the appearance of the two children, Commander He’s attention was drawn once more. His gaze repeatedly shifted toward the trio of mother and children.
Looking at Song Yuntang, Commander He asked, “Girl, why are you traveling alone with two children? Where’s your husband?”
Song Yuntang looked up at him. Thinking that this group were all soldiers, possibly belonging to the Beijing Military District, and that she planned to go there after getting off the train to find Fu Weicheng and divorce him, she began to calculate.
Beijing was huge, and transportation in this era was inconvenient. There were no taxis you could just hail. If she traveled with them, she might even get a ride.
Besides that, she also considered how difficult it was to divorce in a military marriage. Since she had, in a way, saved Commander He’s life, she might be able to ask for a favor, making the divorce procedures smoother later.
After thinking it through, Song Yuntang made up her mind and decided to tell the truth.
“My husband abandoned me and the children. He left the three of us in the countryside for five years without care. This time, I came to the capital by train to find him in the army and divorce him.”
Commander He and the others were stunned. They couldn’t help but think—such a beautiful and capable wife, along with two adorable children—what kind of blind man would do something as heartless as abandoning his wife and children?
Fu Weicheng’s heart skipped a beat, and his brows knitted tightly together.
An unbelievable thought slowly formed in his mind.
Commander He grew even more interested and asked with a frown, “Girl, all the troops in the Beijing Military District are under my command. I’ll stand up for you. Tell me—what’s the name of the man who abandoned you? And what’s your name?”
Song Yuntang raised her eyes. “My husband is called Fu Weicheng. My name is—Song Yuntang.”
In an instant—
The train carriage fell into complete silence, an eerie stillness where even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.
Everyone turned their heads, shifting their gazes away from Song Yuntang and toward another direction.
Song Yuntang found it strange. Why had everyone suddenly stopped talking? And why were their expressions so odd?
She followed their line of sight and looked over, her gaze landing on the handsome man who had just helped catch the human trafficker.
The man’s expression was even more complicated. His brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes deep and dark, his face cold, yet intense emotions churned within his gaze as he stared fixedly at her.
Fu Weicheng pressed his lips into a straight line and asked in a low voice, “Weren’t you dead?”
Song Yuntang was stunned by the question. Clearly displeased, she retorted, “Who are you cursing? Who’s dead?”
She glared at him irritably.
She had even thought he was handsome and given him a high score in her mind. But how could such a good-looking man speak so unpleasantly? Was his emotional intelligence that low? He might as well have stayed a silent handsome man!
Her face flushed red as she fumed inwardly.
The man kept staring at her stubbornly, and she refused to back down, glaring right back at him.
But in that stare, a small problem emerged.
Song Yuntang had already felt that this man looked familiar. Now, face-to-face, as their eyes met, the sense of familiarity surged even stronger.
She frowned uncertainly, growing more confused.
As her thoughts tangled, vague images surfaced in her mind. In those images, there was also a tall, upright, cold man.
Only that man wasn’t wearing a military uniform. Instead, he wore rough, shabby clothes, with pant legs that were too short, looking somewhat ridiculous and dirty all over—yet still possessing an undeniable presence.
Gradually, the figure in her memory overlapped strangely with the man before her.
And… their faces were exactly the same.
Thump!
It felt as though something had heavily struck Song Yuntang’s forehead.
Could he be… the scumbag who abandoned his wife and children?!
Song Yuntang shook her head, unwilling to accept it. But then she heard the man’s deep, steady voice beside her ear.
Fu Weicheng looked at her with profound eyes and said word by word, “I am Fu Weicheng—the man you’re looking for.”
The surrounding soldiers thought: Today’s gossip was really something big!
…
The “reunion” of husband and wife on the train was interrupted as the train arrived at the station. The whistle from the locomotive sounded loudly ahead.
Song Yuntang stopped staring at Fu Weicheng. Her instincts told her this man was somewhat frightening—after all, no one liked being pointed at and accused of abandoning their family.
And what did he mean when he said she was dead?
There were too many things that didn’t make sense. But as the train arrived, passengers began disembarking one after another, and Song Yuntang also had to get off with the two children.
Niannian and An’an didn’t understand what had just happened. Faced with the surging crowd while getting off the train, they felt nervous and clung tightly to Song Yuntang, afraid of being separated from her.
Song Yuntang had to carry luggage while protecting the two children—two hands simply weren’t enough. Just as she was worrying, a pair of arms reached out, took the bundle from her without a word, and picked up Niannian.
Niannian looked tiny in his arms, and he carried him effortlessly.
Song Yuntang looked up at Fu Weicheng in surprise. He said in a low voice, “Watch the front. It’s time to get off.”
And just like that, the young couple each carried a child as they got off the train.
After getting off, before Song Yuntang could even figure out directions, she was already being led away by Fu Weicheng. His tone remained commanding: “Come this way. Stay close.”
There was even a hint of anger in his hoarse voice.
Was he angry?
Before things were even clarified, what right did he have to be angry? Hmph!
But Niannian was already in his arms, and the luggage was with him. This man was also the person she intended to divorce. Aside from following him, Song Yuntang had no other choice.
Following behind Fu Weicheng, they arrived at the parking area beside the train station. Several military-green jeeps were parked there.
Commander He had just returned from a meeting, and the military district had arranged vehicles to pick him up. The one leading the team was Third Company’s captain, Lin Xiangdong.
“Commander He!”
Lin Xiangdong arranged for Commander He and the others to get into the vehicles. After scanning the area, he finally spotted Fu Weicheng. The two had once been comrades on the Southwest Frontline, having gone through gunfire and life-and-death situations together.
Because both had earned considerable military merit, they were reassigned to the Beijing Military District after leaving the Southwest Frontline—a clear promotion.
Now they were in a superior-subordinate relationship, but also brothers. So when Lin Xiangdong interacted with Fu Weicheng, he often wasn’t too serious, carrying a somewhat unruly attitude.
“Regiment Commander Fu, you’re finally back! Your job is inhuman—I can’t handle it—”
Although Lin Xiangdong said he couldn’t handle it, what truly overwhelmed him was the sight of the little boy in Fu Weicheng’s arms.
His eyes darted back and forth, looking at the big one, then the small one, then back again. Wasn’t that just a miniature version of Fu Weicheng?
He exclaimed in shock, “Fu—Regiment Commander Fu, you were only gone for five days. How did you come back with such a big son? When did you have an illegitimate child out there?”
Fu Weicheng frowned—not because of Lin Xiangdong’s words, but because even Lin Xiangdong could tell that Niannian resembled him, yet he himself hadn’t realized it immediately. That made him deeply annoyed.
But the one truly angry was Song Yuntang.
Holding An’an, she glared at Lin Xiangdong without politeness. “Hey, Comrade soldier, do you even know how to speak? My son is not some illegitimate child—he is a legitimate child born in wedlock! Apologize to my son!”
Only then did Lin Xiangdong notice that there was actually a woman beside Fu Weicheng.
She looked delicate and gentle, yet her tone was anything but—fierce and imposing.
Before he could figure out her identity, he heard a low command.
Fu Weicheng said, “Xiangdong, apologize.”