Leng Sanniang covered her face and kowtowed to Shen Qingran.
“I’m sorry, miss. I failed to recognize a great person!”
“Truly, I am very sorry!”
“Thank you for sparing me!”
Lord Du cupped his hands.
“This Sanniang couldn’t recognize a great figure. Forget it—there’s no need to argue over money.”
Shen Qingran nodded. Her earlier action had only been to teach the person a lesson. Now that her point was made, she intended to leave.
Lord Du quickly asked, “Miss, what is your name? How can we contact you in the future?”
Shen Qingran replied, “Zhongyao Shen Family—my name is Shen Qingran.”
“Good! Miss Shen, it’s settled—we are now acquaintances!”
Ha ha ha!
Lord Du instructed Leng Sanniang to see Shen Qingran out.
Holding her sore neck and swollen lips, Leng Sanniang accompanied Shen Qingran outside. By now, all her earlier arrogance had vanished.
Just before leaving, she spoke:
“Apologies!”
Shen Qingran merely nodded.
…
“Political Commissar, I need to submit my marriage report!”
Wanning rushed straight to the commissar’s office, handing over a paper document.
Commissar Sun Han examined it carefully twice.
“You… are serious?”
“Not joking with me?”
Sun Han, nearing fifty, a rugged Northwest man long accustomed to the seaside, had a characteristic flush on his face.
Wanning nodded earnestly.
Previously, Sun Han’s wife, Liu Ting, had considered arranging someone for Wanning, but Sun Han had stopped it. The girl who had been rejected cried uncontrollably at the door—but Sun Han managed to calm her down.
This wasn’t the first time Wanning had been involved in such matters.
Sun Han had advised him before: “They are just young girls; perhaps you’re too direct. You should give them some face.”
But Wanning’s reply had been infuriating:
“Direct is better! If not, wouldn’t I be harming the girl?”
And he seemed perfectly justified!
Still, Wanning was undeniably handsome. Truly flawless in appearance.
Once, someone teased him: “If I looked like you, I’d have countless fiancées!”
Wanning snapped back: “So you’re ugly. That’s why you can’t find a wife!”
Everyone knew Wanning wasn’t only an outstanding naval officer but had also ranked in military martial arts competitions. No one wanted to provoke him. The last person who did had spent half a year in the hospital.
Gradually, some even whispered that Wanning might have unusual tastes, making Sun Han suspicious—but he realized it was just gossip.
“Are you really getting married?” Sun Han asked.
Wanning nodded firmly. “Yes, that’s right.”
Sun Han tentatively inquired, “The other party… male or female?”
Wanning gave him a look that said, are you kidding me?
“Commissar, are you feverish or what?”
No need to ask! Wanning thought. Previously he hesitated out of uncertainty, but now his fiancée was on the way. The rice was about to be cooked! He had to report immediately.
Seeing Wanning so determined, Sun Han finally relaxed.
“Looks like this kid is alright!”
Wanning: ………
Sun Han swiftly handled the matter.
All morning, Wanning refused to leave the office building, causing everyone to be curious. What kind of girl could captivate Wanning like this?
Some even tried to ask the guards near Wanning, hoping for information—but Xiao Chen knew nothing. How could he reveal that their regiment commander had reacted like a lovesick fool after receiving that call?
Ah, love—once it strikes, it makes people crazy! Xiao Chen imagined that if he ever found a girl he liked, would he act like his commander?
Finally, Wanning submitted the marriage report. Now, it was just a matter of waiting for the young lady to arrive.
In Wanning’s mind, Shen Qingran remained the same young lady he had always known. No matter what others thought, she was always the young lady to him.
Thinking further, Wanning returned to Sun Han’s office.
Sun Han had just taken a sip of tea, relieved that the “living ancestor” had finally left, when Wanning barged in without knocking.
“Commissar!”
Hearing the address, Sun Han felt dizzy. Inviting a god is easy; sending one off is hard!
“What are you doing now? Cough, cough!”
Perhaps from excitement, Sun Han accidentally spat out tea leaves. Wanning quickly patted his back.
“No, Commissar, calm down!”
He pressed harder. Sun Han waved him off weakly: “You rogue, why so much force?”
After Sun Han gestured, Wanning finally withdrew his hands.
“You truly are my nemesis!”
Sun Han spat out the tea leaves, helpless. Strong generals may have no weak soldiers, but Wanning was exceptional—and quite a handful!
“Uh… I want some tickets.”
“Tickets?”
“What kind of tickets?”
Wanning: “Just ration tickets and other vouchers. My fiancée is coming—I want to buy some things!”
Sun Han nodded. That made sense. But now, everything was urgent. Where to start?
Wanning had saved some tickets before; originally, as a bachelor, he lent them to fellow soldiers as needed, with IOUs. It was no big deal.
Now, however, his fiancée was coming—the girl he had longed for all these years! Wanning never imagined his mother could successfully arrange the proposal. Perhaps it was fate. What’s mine is mine!
He reviewed the IOUs to prepare in advance. If she ran off, he’d truly be a lifelong bachelor!
Wanning glanced mischievously at Commissar Sun Han.
Sun Han instantly felt nervous.
The two stared at each other for ten minutes. The commissar ultimately yielded—what could he do? This was his beloved subordinate! Truly helpless.
And then—Wanning was surprised.
Could it really be done this way?