After capturing the spy, he noticed a red glow rising from Moxing Ridge, accompanied by thick smoke.
Lu Yanchen instantly realized something had happened to Gao Shun’s team.
He handed the spy over to Chen Ping, instructing them to take the person back for interrogation.
He, meanwhile, rushed to the scene.
Suddenly, a typhoon swept through, bringing violent winds and heavy rain all at once.
Fortunately, the downpour extinguished the mountain fire.
The military facilities on the mountain remained intact, preventing further casualties.
He hurried down the mountain, intending to pursue another spy.
On the way, a tree uprooted by the storm struck him, sending him rolling down to the foot of the mountain.
He lost consciousness.
The house he awoke in looked like a forest ranger station or something similar.
The woman before him had most likely saved his life.
But there was something unusual about her.
The soft, smooth fabric she wore was not something ordinary people could afford.
Her skin was delicate, like fine porcelain, clearly the result of a pampered upbringing.
Her features were striking, like spring waters—radiant, translucent skin, dark yet fair, eyes pure and clear.
Not only was her appearance outstanding, her clothing and demeanor were refined.
She was the image of a wealthy young lady.
But now was a special period—anyone associated with capitalists had long been sent to the countryside.
The Great Movement had been going on for nearly nine years.
After nine years, even the most beautiful faces would gradually wither under daily hard labor.
Even the strongest spirit would falter under repeated criticism and struggle sessions.
Yet she looked radiant, her eyes bright and clear as stars.
Not a trace of hardship marked her body.
Her fingers were smooth, free of calluses.
She showed no signs of ever doing physical labor.
Lu Yanchen immediately drew a conclusion.
This area belonged to the Yangcheng Military District Production and Construction Corps, with only Baiyun Mountain Military Farm nearby.
This girl’s identity was likely a city youth sent to the countryside—just recently assigned.
Wen Qiao noticed the man staring at her and, sitting by the bed, introduced herself.
“My name is Wen Qiao. I’m a city youth from Beijing. I just arrived today. When I went to the foot of the mountain to help save the granary, I saw you injured and unconscious, so I rescued you.”
Lu Yanchen raised an eyebrow.
“Alone?”
Wen Qiao nodded.
“Yes. I was going to get help, but the road was blocked by stones that rolled down from the mountain, so I had to rescue you first.”
Lu Yanchen appraised her quietly, his gaze lingering for a few seconds on her pale, flawless wrist.
He was unusually silent for a moment.
Perhaps he had misjudged her—she seemed fragile but was incredibly strong.
The tree root that had pinned his leg must have weighed over a hundred pounds.
Not only did she save him, but she had also dragged the tree trunk away.
Even he might not have managed that in such harsh typhoon conditions.
Lu Yanchen sincerely thanked her.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Wen Qiao assumed he would continue asking questions.
She had prepared her lies in advance.
But he didn’t speak again, merely observing her with an expression that revealed nothing.
Seeing his silence, Wen Qiao smiled and asked,
“What’s your name?”
The man finally spoke sparingly.
“Lu Yanchen.”
Hearing his name, Wen Qiao’s heart settled completely.
Surname Lu, three-character name—a name that commanded respect, clearly not for an ordinary person.
Wearing a uniform, he was undoubtedly a soldier.
The only nearby military presence was the Yangcheng Military District.
He must have been on a mission nearby to get injured and unconscious.
Everything matched.
She was sure—he was the male lead.
Wen Qiao grabbed a green military water bottle and poured a cup into an enamel mug.
She blew on it, then thoughtfully held it to his lips.
“Thirsty? Have some water to wet your throat.”
“Thanks, I’ll drink myself.”
He nodded in thanks and took a few sips.
After drinking, Lu Yanchen felt a warm current sweep through his body, invigorating every pore.
He sensed something extraordinary.
Over the years in the military, whether in tactical exercises, rescue missions, or other operations, he was always the first to go.
He constantly ranked first in various competitions within the district.
No matter how dangerous the mission, he could handle it successfully.
For his repeated achievements, he had been transferred from a remote island to the Yangcheng Military District.
His position as commander of the independent regiment was entirely earned through his skill and risk.
His uniform was nearly covered with medals.
But with these honors came countless injuries.
Sometimes a new wound hadn’t even healed before the next mission.
Over time, injury piled upon injury.
On rainy days, old pains would resurface.
It felt as if rusty wires were scraping inside his bones.
Now, it all seemed gone.
He felt invigorated, full of energy, reborn.
Before losing consciousness, he remembered the tree root pressing on his leg, the branch piercing his thigh, and his head suffering a severe impact.
Now, his legs felt normal. Not a fracture, not even a scratch.
For the first time, Lu Yanchen doubted himself.
Had all his previous memories been illusions?
Wen Qiao leaned closer, eyes curved in a gentle smile, interrupting his thoughts.
“Comrade Lu, do you have a partner?”
Lu Yanchen’s brow twitched.
As she leaned closer, a sweet scent instantly reached his nose.
He was momentarily dazed.
“No.”
Wen Qiao moved even closer.
“What a coincidence—I don’t either. Then let’s be a couple!”
Lu Yanchen, still drinking water, nearly choked at her bold suggestion.
He refused bluntly.
“Sorry, I’m not looking for a partner right now.”
“Why not?”
Wen Qiao didn’t lose heart. Her eyes sparkled, lips curved, and she nearly pressed herself against him.
Lu Yanchen frowned slightly.
“Comrade Wen, please maintain your dignity.”
“I’m not heavy! I’m very light. Here, try holding me.”
She pressed against him as she spoke.
Lu Yanchen subtly moved back.
Wen Qiao didn’t mind his rejection.
She advanced as he retreated.
Until he could retreat no more, she teasingly let her gaze travel from his high nose bridge down to his sensual lips.
His jawline was sharp and defined, the prominent Adam’s apple tempting.
Wen Qiao blinked, letting her gaze linger, then drifted to his broad, firm chest.
His chest muscles were firm and smooth—simply irresistible to touch.
And she wasn’t done exploring yet.