After returning home from work in the evening, Lanxiang, the neighbor next door, also came over and brought some pickled vegetables she had made herself.
“Qianyi, that guy from yesterday—that was your boyfriend, right? He looks really impressive,” Lanxiang said. She had seen him yesterday too.
“Yes,” Lin Qianyi replied with a smile, looking a little shy.
“Well, that’s great. He’s from the military. You don’t have to worry anymore. Those people spreading nonsense should finally shut up now.”
No wonder Qianyi had said she’d already resolved everything that day—so she really did have a boyfriend.
Having a boyfriend in the military was something people envied, and hers was even a young, capable officer.
Lanxiang couldn’t help but gossip a little more.
Lin Qianyi smoothly repeated the same story she had told everyone during the day.
Lanxiang sighed repeatedly as well. This girl was truly lucky—she really was blessed.
When Lanxiang left, Lin Qianyi packed quite a few pastries for her.
Lanxiang’s husband was a technical worker at the machinery factory, and they lived on the same floor, though in a different layout—a small two-bedroom unit.
Lanxiang was a decent person and had always been friendly toward the original host.
She refused several times, but in the end couldn’t resist and left repeatedly thanking her.
……
At a certain military base in Licheng Military Region.
Division Commander Lu stared at the two reports in his hands, his eyes nearly popping out.
Was he seeing this wrong?
A dating report and a marriage report from Meng Junchuan? That was urgent—he actually submitted both at once. Who does that?
No, that wasn’t even the key point. The key point was—this was submitted by Meng Junchuan!
Who on earth had the ability to take him down?
Which leader in the entire military region hadn’t tried to introduce him to someone? He had never even acknowledged them. And now, without a sound, he had directly submitted two reports.
Lu couldn’t help but feel curious. That girl from the machinery factory in the county—what kind of person was she?
The division commander quickly reported it upward, and even the military district commander was startled. News spread quickly, and in no time it swept through the entire military region.
Licheng Military Region was shaken: the proud, untouchable genius Meng Junchuan had submitted a marriage application.
The military arts troupe and the military hospital were instantly filled with the sound of shattered hearts. The news came too suddenly, catching all the young women off guard.
Only one person remained calm—Zhao Xiangdong.
After all, he had witnessed the whole dramatic scene himself. You’re shocked now? Could you be more shocked than I was that day?
Meeting a girl by the roadside, eating a meal, and deciding on marriage—that was what Meng Junchuan did. Could you believe it?
What shocked him even more was that after finishing business, Meng Junchuan had actually made him take a bus back to the base alone, leaving him stranded halfway.
And this was his childhood friend!
To this day, he still felt it was unreal.
Had Meng Junchuan really settled his entire life in just a few words? Now that the reports had already been submitted, he had no choice but to believe it.
Zhao Xiangdong already felt he had enough material to brag about when he returned to Beijing—he was the only eyewitness.
……
Beijing, Meng Family.
Ring—ring—
The phone rang.
Meng Junchuan’s mother, Jiang Mingshu, picked up. “Hello?”
“Mom, it’s me,” came her son’s voice.
“Hmph, so the busy man finally remembers to call home.”
She sounded pleased, but couldn’t help complaining. He never called—what a rare occasion.
But she wasn’t going to waste it.
“You’re always so busy. When are you going to find me a daughter-in-law? I’ve picked a few candidates again. Come home during your leave and go on a blind date.”
“No,” he refused flatly.
“What do you mean no? You’re not young anymore. At your age, people are already married. You don’t even have a girlfriend!”
She was getting angry now. How could such an excellent son not have a partner? No matter how many outstanding girls she introduced, he never liked any of them.
Was he too hard to please? She even had to personally drag him to blind dates sometimes.
It worried her—was he not interested in women at all?
That would be a disaster.
“I do,” he said, a faint smile in his voice.
“You do what? Don’t tell me you’re just making excuses again—”
“I have a girlfriend.”
He moved the phone slightly away from his ear.
A sharp scream came through the line. Even Father Meng, reading a newspaper nearby, jumped in shock.
“Son, are you serious?” his mother asked, disbelief and joy mixed together.
“Do you think I would joke about something like this?” he replied helplessly.
“Who is she? Who is she that she’s so capable?” she almost cried with joy.
“Your future daughter-in-law is very capable,” he said with a hint of pride.
“When are you bringing her home?” she rushed.
“I’ve already submitted the report,” he said.
“Oh, oh, I’ll urge them to process it quickly!” she said happily.
“Mom…”
“Alright, alright, I won’t interfere. We’ll follow proper procedure.”
“Good. That’s all. I’m hanging up.”
“Hey, wait—tell me more!”
But he had already ended the call.
Jiang Mingshu stared at the phone, both frustrated and delighted.
Her son finally had a girlfriend.
Meanwhile, she wasn’t worried at all about whether the girl was good enough. After all, the girls they had introduced before were all excellent, and he hadn’t liked any of them.
If he chose her himself, she must be extraordinary.
He had been picky since childhood—only softened a bit after joining the military.
So whoever he chose couldn’t possibly be ordinary.
“Son has a girlfriend,” she said happily to Father Meng.
“I heard,” he replied, equally pleased.
……
The machinery factory soon received the investigation letter from the military. This confirmed it completely—the marriage to a deputy regimental commander was now official.
The whole factory was once again in an uproar, everyone sighing that Lin Qianyi was unbelievably lucky.
And what was the “lucky” Lin Qianyi doing?
She was at home, doors and windows shut tight, secretly taking out her robot vacuum cleaner to do housework in the middle of the night.
Luckily, the floor was cement. If she had transmigrated to a rural place, the robot wouldn’t even be able to work.
Even so, the uneven ground made it bump and jolt as it moved—nothing like its smooth, elegant performance from the future.
Finally, after struggling through its task, the poor machine finished cleaning.
Satisfied, Lin Qianyi put it back into her space.