Fu Jiexuan gritted his teeth and completed the near-impossible task while inwardly wailing and cursing:
Leng Yunting!
You bastard who uses his position for personal revenge!
I just delivered a letter! Is
it really that big of a deal?
I didn't ask Bai Yiyao to write the letter!
After training, the young men huddled together whispering, "Why is our commander so angry today?"
"Brother Fu, what did you do to offend the boss?"
"Isn't that right? We're all suffering because of him."
Leng Yunting was usually very calm and composed, not the type to show his emotions on his face.
He always did things quietly, but when he did, it was always a fatal blow.
Today was indeed rare; he made his expression so obvious, especially by tormenting Fu Jiexuan in front of so many people.
The political commissar and the others naturally noticed that something was wrong with Leng Yunting.
He was cold, as if he had just come out of an ice cellar.
Fu Jiexuan finished showering and came over.
"Are you serious? I just delivered a letter!"
Leng Yunting slapped him like a dagger upon seeing him. "Last time, didn't I tell you to make things clear with her?"
"Alright, alright, it was my fault, but do you think Miss Bai will listen to me?"
Fu Jiexuan paused for a moment after speaking, then asked, "Sister-in-law, are you angry?"
Leng Yunting didn't want to talk to him, then coldly said, "If you do something like this for her again in the future, I'll definitely break your legs first."
Fu Jiexuan hadn't seen Leng Yunting so deeply angry in years.
They were both children of cadres, and they were indeed a bit unruly when they were young. But as they grew up and became more sensible, they naturally wouldn't act as recklessly as they did when they were young.
Their relationship was even more obvious, and this was the first time he had seen him get angry at him.
"I know."
Fu Jiexuan had only wanted to confirm that Liu Jingyi had already made a deep impression on Brother Ting.
Leng Yunting left in a huff at noon; Liu Jingyi wouldn't tolerate him!
It wasn't her fault; this time it was clearly his fault!
Liu Jingyi finished the pork rib soup that Leng Yunting had stewed, cleaned up, and went back to take a nap.
After her nap, Liu Jingyi took out two pieces of fabric she had bought from the state-run department store. She had actually been choosing these two pieces of fabric for a long time, but she wasn't entirely satisfied. However, she could only make do for now.
Liu Jingyi cut the two pieces of fabric, hemmed them, and began to embroider.
For Liu Jingyi, such a small task as embroidering handkerchiefs was so easy that she didn't even need to draw a pattern; she could just visualize it in her mind and start embroidering.
Before she knew it, it was evening, and Liu Jingyi had already embroidered two handkerchiefs.
She shook her arms and put everything away.
She then noticed a shirt she had made for Leng Yunting on the day she altered clothes, but hadn't had a suitable opportunity to take it out until now.
They had a sewing machine at home, which Leng Yunting had bought for his wedding to the original owner of this body—all three major items were still there.
The original owner of this body had never used these clothes. After Liu Jingyi transmigrated, she found the clothes uncomfortable and altered them herself. Seeing some fabric, she made one for Leng Yunting while he was away on a mission.
She even picked out the buttons for the shirt from a state-run department store, which said they were sourced from Shenzhen. Even so, she chose the best quality ones.
She discovered that Leng Yunting was actually a very picky person.
He always used the best, and even if there was no other way, he would never settle for less.
However, Liu Jingyi was still angry and struggling with whether or not to give it to him when Leng Yunting returned.
He even brought back food from the cafeteria, all meat dishes, and all of Liu Jingyi's favorites.
After dinner, she found that the man was still very indifferent. When she spoke to him, he would only give a few cold replies, or simply not answer at all.
Liu Jingyi's anger flared up.
Fine, Leng Yunting, you've got guts!
I haven't even confronted you yet, and he's already acting all high and mighty.
Usually, Leng Yunting was known for his composure in all aspects, but when it came to emotions, especially with Liu Jingyi, he simply couldn't remain calm.
He would get jealous, he would get angry, and he would become irritable because she didn't care about him.
Leng Yunting felt really pathetic. If Liu Jingyi couldn't care about him, why should he cherish her?
Oh well, let it be!
In fact, Leng Yunting had already bought train tickets to return to the capital next month, wanting to take Liu Jingyi back to meet his parents, but now he hesitated.
Liu Jingyi also had a temper, and seeing his indifferent appearance made her very uncomfortable.
"Leng Yunting, what are you doing?"
Liu Jingyi's voice wasn't loud, and she stared directly at Leng Yunting, her clear eyes filled with tears.
At this moment, Liu Jingyi was truly both angry and aggrieved.
This bastard?
His ex-lover, who was also the female lead in the book, wrote him a letter, and she didn't say anything?
And yet, he's giving her such a hard time.
Liu Jingyi had originally planned to give him the shirt she had made, but now she just wanted to throw it away.
She never wanted to like him again.
At this moment, Liu Jingyi really wanted to ignore the original owner's ending in the book and live a carefree life on her own.
Of course, Liu Jingyi only dared to think about it in her heart, after all, she was still very timid and afraid of death.
Liu Jingyi was born spoiled, so no matter where she was, she couldn't endure any hardship.
Moreover, Liu Jingyi was extremely afraid of pain. Even the slightest exertion from Leng Yunting would cause her to whimper for a long time, let alone the prospect of a gruesome death.
Liu Jingyi initially tried to endure it, but she couldn't stand Leng Yunting's attitude.
That night, for the first time, they didn't sleep in the same room.
For several days in a row, they remained in this stalemate.
Liu Jingyi went about her own business each day, unwilling to speak much to Leng Yunting.
Leng Yunting, however, remained unchanged, leaving early and returning late.
Every morning he would get up early to prepare soup for her, and at noon he would still come back to bring her lunch, wash the lunchbox, and then go back home.
Liu Jingyi didn't understand what Leng Yunting meant.
It wasn't cold, but it wasn't hot either. He'd done everything a husband should do, and his politeness annoyed Liu Jingyi.
"You don't need to run back and forth like this. I can take care of myself!"
The man looked at Liu Jingyi with a meaningful gaze: "What? Now you don't even want to see me?"
Liu Jingyi was actually very lazy; she'd rather sit than stand, and lie down than sit—this hadn't changed in either her original self or her current state.
Liu Jingyi felt even more annoyed by Leng Yunting's abrupt question.
Sure enough, in his eyes, she had no redeeming qualities.