The original shape is exposed

  "Do you want to tell your dad?" Mr. Lu shook his newspaper, "How old are you this year?"

  Is this child mentally challenged?

  I remember it was a child from the Jiang family, who played in their own courtyard and had a good relationship with his granddaughter Nangnang?

  "I'm five years old. The kid shouted 'I'm five!' like a loud cannon, with a force that shook people."

  Lu Lao Tou was a clever man and wouldn't get into an argument with a little boy, so he casually asked: "Tell me, what's going on between you and your dad? Has your dad been bullying you?"

  "No, he bullied my mom."

  A couple's quarrel is settled by their little kid.

  This Jiang family is getting more and more hopeless.

  "How did he bully your mom? Did he scold your mom?"

  "He has a woman outside!"

  The soldiers on duty were frightened by the little boy's words and hastily looked around to see if anyone had heard.

  The men in the Jiang family are all soldiers.

  Lu kept a certain level of vigilance and suspicion, after all, couples quarreling, complaining back and forth, suspecting each other for no reason, was a common occurrence.

  Saying someone has a mistress might just be angry words, but children who hear it take it seriously.

  "Alright, go back." Old Man Lu hurried the kid away, because he didn't have a good impression of the Jiang family.

  "Don't you believe?" Wu's bright eyes grew as big as the sun, staring at him, piercing.

  Finally found this child has a moving place, like Nangnang, eyes are very real.

  Lao Lu put down the newspaper and said seriously to him: "No evidence, how can you believe it?"

  "Alas..." A long sigh escaped his lips.

  Lü Lǎotóu was surprised and asked, "How come your sighs are even longer than mine?"

  "He said that woman is too cunning," Little Mouth said seriously.

  "Which woman?"

  "My dad's mistress."

  "How cunning!" Old Man Lu became more and more interested as he listened. This kid is good at telling stories, quite suspenseful!

  "She framed my mom for pushing her down the hill, saying that her own foot had crippled my mom, and secretly threatened my mom not to reveal what happened between her and my dad."

  The orderly who was also present covered his mouth with his hand: Is this kid talking about the journalist Jiang who is known for being kind and generous?

  Furrowed brows turned into a scowl. No matter how much he disliked the Jiang family, he detested even more those who harmed people behind their backs. Old Master Lu pulled down his old glasses: "Tell me, how did you know about these things? Did your mom ask you to come and report on her behalf?"

  "It wasn't my mom who made me come over, actually it was my dad who, for that little mistress of his, pulled me in front of my mom and wouldn't let her speak, even using me to threaten my mom. I really hate this kind of dad! He's not a real soldier standing tall on the earth, he shouldn't be wearing his military uniform!" The little face was filled with righteous indignation, small fists clenched tightly, head held high like a proud and unyielding stance.

  The people present saw something pure in this child, because purity is touching and shocking.

  He loves his mother and may still love his father.

  But he chose justice.

  Like her, like his granddaughter Nannan, and like the style of the Lu family.

  "I understand." Old Lu said with a serious tone and patted Xiao's shoulder.

  "Will you accept my report?" The serious look on her small face didn't fade away, she was determined to get what she wanted.

  "As your father said, I have accepted the trial for this matter. Next, both your father and mother may receive an investigation and may go to prison. Have you thought about what you will do at that time?" Lao Lu said.

  The old man's eyes had a warm glow at this moment.

  He was quite surprised, remembering that the old man had been hiding in his own attic all day, looking down on others, being very cold and a bit unpleasant, especially after hearing other adults say that Mr. Lu had fallen out with his aunt. But now it seems that this old man is not as heartless as he thought.

  The little kid said word by word with confidence: "I believe my mom is innocent, and my dad should receive the corresponding punishment. I believe that you, the leader of the troops, will help our family uphold justice and won't let me lose my mom."

  Lu Lao Tou's face turned black: This kid has won him over.

  The orderly who heard this secretly smiled: This kid is very clever.

  "I'm retired now and don't care about the troops' affairs anymore." Lao Lu said angrily.

  "But can you help me report it up?" A child who has been influenced by being in a military family since childhood is not easy to fool.

  "What can you do if I don't help?"

  "It doesn't matter, what I just said was so loud that the high-ranking officer in the neighboring unit also heard it."

  Nowadays kids are too clever.

  The comrades who walked with Lao Yezi had all booked seats in a row.

  As expected, another old man walked over from next door with a smile and said to Old Lu: "Lu, you should admit defeat. He came to find you first, he's got plans, he's got tricks up his sleeve. Am I right or not, young fellow?"

  "I didn't mean to calculate him, I just told him the truth of the matter." The small face that did not affirm this still held a serious spirit.

  "What else do you want to tell me is true?" Lao Lu narrowed his eyes, waiting for this little brat to come up with something new.

  "I heard someone say that the woman gave you a mask."

  "Huh?!" A huge doubt floated on Old Man Lu's normally calm face, "How did you know about this?"

  Others were also astonished and sensed that there was another profound meaning behind the child's words.

  "I'll tell you what happened," said the little face, tight and serious, not a single thread out of place. "That day, when you weren't around, Aunt taught me how to make dough figurines, and I personally saw her make one that looked just like you."

  What a shock.

  So that's what you're saying, is that doll really made by your own granddaughter Nannan?

  "Little Zhao." Old Lu said.

  The orderly soldier immediately replied: "As you ordered, it is packed in the luggage box on the way back."

  "Bring over the suitcase."

  The orderly hastened off to fetch something.

  To verify the authenticity of things, Old Lu continued to ask the child: "Tell me, what kind of face did your aunt make for you in my likeness?"

  "You look like you just read a book, but without glasses."

  Consistent, completely consistent. But, could it be that this child's information came from hearsay?

  "What evidence do you have to prove it was your aunt who did it?"

  They had thoroughly examined every inch of the surface, leaving no signs behind.

  She pouted, looking at the doubting crowd with disdain: "Except for my aunt, who else can make a face mask that looks so much like yours? And besides, there are fingerprints on the mask. If you investigate, won't you know who made it?"

  Everyone, including Old Lü, fell down.

  A group of people are no match for a five-year-old child, let alone Zhuge Liang.

  Fingerprints, how could they have not thought of the fingerprint issue?

  The person who did it probably didn't even think of it himself, so he's extremely daring and unscrupulous.

  If Jiang Yan's act of plagiarizing his granddaughter's work is true, then it is highly likely that his framing of Jiang Mei is also true. Because at the very least, it can be proven that Jiang Yan's moral character has been corrupted.

  "Are you here to take your aunt's side and tell me about this matter?" Mr. Lu asked the little boy with a knock on his head for the last question.

  "No, I just don't want bad people to do evil things."

  A little kid can stand up for himself on principle; shouldn't these adults be ashamed of themselves?

  ……

  Watching Jiang's father fall asleep, Manman tiptoed out of the ward.

  My husband went to ask the doctor about the transfer and hopes it can be done as soon as possible.

  Manman walked up to the nurse's station when, because of her light footsteps, those nurses who were chatting didn't hear her approaching, they were all saying:

  "Haven't you heard? The one with the surname Jiang is having an affair with someone else's husband."

  A thud in the heart, which Jiang is this referring to? In fact, no need to think about it, I already know. But when the east window incident broke out, was it Jiang Mei herself who exposed it?

  Those nurses continued to chew:

  "Really? Can't see it, isn't he a vanguard of advanced troops, a model soldier who is praised every year? It turns out they were all fake?"

  "The fox spirit is invisible."

  "Isn't her husband good enough? Still having an affair with someone else?"

  "What's even more ridiculous is that her husband is a high-ranking official, and in terms of background, they are all very impressive, far surpassing the husbands of the people she has been involved with by at least one level."

  "Lu Zhongxiao is a talented person, what does she dislike about him?"

  "A woman who is promiscuous like a willow flower in water is always unreliable. No matter how good her husband is, she treats him as trash. She deserves to be exposed now."

  "Is she done?"

  "It's not necessarily true. I'm telling you, she said it was an accident that left her disabled, but in fact, it was because she had an affair with someone else's wife. This thing will definitely continue to cause trouble."

  This is exactly what Manny was worried about.

  Jiang Mei's axe sinks the boat at a cost that needs to be paid.

  That day, the people who came to Jiang Yue's ward to ask questions were not only the investigation team members from the troops involved in the military marriage issue, but also public security organs. These public security organs can be divided into two categories: one is from the local authorities where the accident occurred, investigating her unexpected event; the other is the Beijing Court, as Jiang Mei had filed a lawsuit regarding the military marriage.

  For a time, what was originally a quiet place belonging to the local hospital became bustling with people coming and going.

  Manman sat at the stairs entrance with her husband, each holding a lunch box, eating their lunch secretly.

  "The doctor agreed and said that he would arrange for an ambulance to be dispatched in the next two days to help with the transfer. Jiang Yan immediately reported the situation to his wife."

  She picked up the meat from her lunchbox and habitually put it into her husband's: she wasn't used to eating greasy things.

  Seeing her eating less than usual now, Ying Mei frowned: "Don't you like to eat these? What do you want to eat, I'll go buy it for you."

  "It's okay, I haven't been eating much lately. They say it's normal for the appetite to be affected during early pregnancy." She nibbled on a piece of celery and told her husband not to bother.

  "What's normal? You can't even eat plain rice and you call that normal? Do I need to feed you?" As he spoke, he picked up the spoon, scooped up a mouthful of white rice, and directly stuffed it into his wife's slightly stunned mouth.

  She hadn't reacted yet when her husband forcefully fed her a mouthful of rice, this People's Liberation Army comrade's movements were too quick. She blinked her crescent-shaped eyes with all her might and hastily retreated three feet before the second spoon came.

  "Come on." Her husband, holding a white rice ladle, coaxed her like he would call a dog.

  Rolling her eyes: "I'll eat when I want to, and unlike some people, I'm not disabled."

  "What's wrong, don't you want to enjoy the privilege of being fed by me as your wife?"

  Jiang Dashao brought out his trump card, playing both the red and black faces, using intimidation and temptation to achieve his goal.

  Seeing her husband holding a rice scoop as a weapon, getting closer and closer, forcing her to the wall, forming a dangerous posture. When she raised her hands in a surrendering gesture, her tongue suddenly licked her lips, itchy and sweet, unable to help but suck it in, she hurriedly bit her lip.

  Her bright eyes sparkled with amusement: "What's it going to be? Are you going to eat me or dinner?"

  The vines were embarrassed, and the little paws pounded on his shoulder: "Everyone else has heard."

  Outside the stairs, it seems like someone really passed by, and I just heard someone say:

  "Did you hear? She said it wasn't an affair with someone else's husband, but that someone else's husband forced her."

  This refers to Jiang Yan, who is currently at the center of a storm.

  "Want to accuse someone of rape? Not reporting it earlier or later but now?"

  "It's embarrassing if my husband finds out."

  "Do you believe it?"

  "Believe it or not, it's all good. Most rape cases are based on the woman's word alone, and that's enough to completely ruin a man."

  Manman and her husband stared at each other in surprise: Jiang Yue actually picked up the Buddha's foot in a crisis and bit Cheng Siyuan back?

  What's even more frightening is that Cheng Si Quan didn't know whether he was foolish or what, and later someone came to report that Cheng Si Quan had confessed to the crime by himself.

  This matter has made Jiang Yan lose his appetite for food.

  Watching her husband put down his chopsticks, Manman held out the palm of her hand to him and stroked his back: "Now it's your turn to lose your appetite?"

  With only his hands supporting his forehead, Jiang Yan didn't know how to describe the state of mind he was in. He and Cheng Si Quan had some old connections. When Cheng Si Quan came to his house to ask for his sister's hand in marriage, this brother-in-law was honest and down-to-earth, not like his own older brother who was a spoiled rich kid, leaving a good impression on him.

  It turned out that Cheng Si Quan had made no mistakes in his career, but ultimately fell because of a woman.

  Is it necessary? To degrade oneself to this extent for a woman who is neither fish nor fowl?

  A fire ignited in her heart, and with a loud "slam", she slammed down the chopsticks again.

  She lifted her husband's chin with her fingers and turned his handsome face that was full of anger: "Don't be angry."

  His wife's slightly pleading voice suddenly hooked his soul.

  "It's not worth it for someone like him."

  The voice is soft and fluffy like a powerless cotton flower, but it has a sharp sword hidden in the middle, pointing to no enemy.

  Her originally wrinkled starry eyes relaxed, holding her hand, then found that her hand bones were a bit chilly, and pinched her mouth: "Look, the result of eating less food, your hands are cold."

  "It's not because of that, it's just that the air conditioner is on here and I'm not used to it." She explained with a slight frown.

  He heard that and quickly took off his coat, put it on his wife's shoulders, pulled the two sides tight, and carefully helped his wife adjust her collar.

  This feeling of being served by her husband is certainly great, with a low-hanging small face and a shallow dimple appearing at the corner of her mouth.

  Ouch.

  The spring door of the corridor was pushed open, and the wheels of the wheelchair had just entered halfway. Turning back, they saw a couple facing each other intimately, their eyes narrowing coldly.

  His fingers were just helping his wife to smooth out the flipped collar, Jiang Yan had no reason to stop his actions, his rough fingers, carefully and cautiously, trying his best to gently flip the lower collar.

  Her neck was like a turtle's, occasionally withdrawing into her collar, making way for her husband's movements.

  The two faces, without realizing it, had drawn so close there was no distance between them, and they could hear each other's breathing.

  But for them it seems like nothing out of the ordinary because they are husband and wife.

  This scene, this realization, once again felt like a knife stabbing into Jiang Yue's heart, with blood gushing out.

  Fingers, on wheelchair like a knife scraping, scar after scar.

  "Somebody's here." Mianmian reminded her husband on purpose.

  "What's wrong with that? You're my wife, I'm your husband." Jiang Dashao was as usual, always showing evidence of his righteousness and innocence in the matter of stealing his wife's tofu.

  "Principal Jiang!" Jiang Yue raised his voice.

  "Someone is calling you." The little wife deliberately tugged on her husband's sleeve.

  "Let her call, I'm not on a mission now, and my life is not over yet." Jiang Dashao, as usual, refused to interrupt his sneaky eating of his wife's tofu with great indignation.

  "Jiang Yan, don't be so presumptuous!" someone shouted hysterically. "Think back, when you were injured at the disaster site, who was it that sent you to the medical team and saved your life?"

  An unheard-of story, with eyes wide open.

  Jiang Yan's hand gently rubbed his wife's face, which looked like it was about to get angry, and said: "Don't you believe me?"

  Her husband's hand pulled her face like a noodle, it can be seen that the husband is even angrier. The little wife-in-law admitted defeat: "But you have to get some evidence for me to believe you."

  "I only know that anyone could have saved me, but it was definitely not her." The dangerous information flowing in his eyes shot towards the person sitting in the wheelchair.

  Jiang Yue Meng was taken aback, suddenly feeling as if he had fallen into some kind of trap. His voice suddenly became low and weak: "Sorry, Jiang Yan Ge, I lost my temper for a moment and said the wrong thing."

  "Your temper has always been good, but you suddenly said these words today, making me wonder which one is the real you."

  Previously, this young lady said she was interested in him, but she always maintained an innocent and harmless demeanor, saying things that sounded good, but emotional matters couldn't be forced. Since he didn't accept her, she wouldn't force him either. Now, her gentle face suddenly underwent a 180-degree change, becoming ferocious and terrifying as she glared at his wife.

  "Jiang Yan-ge, I haven't changed." Jiang Yue hastily patted her chest to emphasize.

  "I believe you have always remained the same."

  Manman looked on from the side and suddenly discovered her husband's face had changed to be just as terrifying.

  The usually handsome face, once covered with a layer of iron, suddenly seemed to be blown by a gust of cold wind from the underworld, and the ox-headed horse-faced demons came rushing in.

  Jiang Yue's eyes turned cold.

  She knew her elder brother's temper, if he got angry, even women wouldn't be spared. It was a beating, not just a fight.

  "I, I..." Just as she was about to say something, she covered her face with both hands. "Is Brother Jiang Yanzhong blaming me for not keeping my promise and taking Second Sister to court? But this isn't my fault, it's all because of Second Sister's coercion."

  "How did she force you? Did she say if you didn't tell her, she wouldn't dare tell you?"

  The sarcastic words made Jiang Yue's face suddenly stiff like a stone.

  "Of course not. But you can't blame me, I'm just telling the truth under the review of the public security organ, it was indeed my second sister who pushed me down the hill."

  "This matter will naturally come to light on a certain day."

  "Gritting his teeth: 'At that time, Second Sister will be in prison, don't blame me, Jiang Yan.'"

  "I don't blame you, because nowadays who sits in prison doesn't know."

  The wheelchair was like an angry arrow ready to exit the corridor door.

  But suddenly, with a bang, a hand reached out from beside her and grabbed the door of the corridor.

  Jiang Yue was taken aback for a moment, then immediately delighted, and couldn't help but lift her head: "Yan gege——"

  Is he trying to persuade her not to leave, has he finally realized her importance? Should he apologize for what he just said to her?

  Filled with joy, it was in Jiang Dashi's smile that now appeared before her, never seen before.

  Her husband smiled at other women with excessive enthusiasm, and the little wife should have been furious, but her husband's smile was not right, it was too exaggerated, it was a fake smile. Yuèyá (the little wife) blinked: Is this woman stupid? Can't she see that?

  Smiling, Smiling Chiang Da Shao's fingers seemed extremely gentle as he turned her wheelchair around and pushed it forward.

  Jiang Yue's face was initially filled with joyful smiles, but suddenly turned pale when the wheelchair was about to fall down the stairs, and she let out a sharp cry: "Ah!"

  At the moment when the wheelchair tilted less than thirty degrees on the stairs, her originally disabled legs stretched out and her toes touched the step.

  This crippled foot, wrapped in a blanket, is now willing to stretch out of the blanket and show a corner, which can be described as a small lotus tip, a beautiful picture. At the right moment, she picked up her phone camera and snapped it.

  At the sound of the camera shutter, the crippled toe immediately retracted into the blanket, and cold sweat flowed.

  Without a professional examination, she would naturally not allow anyone to give her that paralyzing injection. As a result, unintentionally arrived here, unintentionally - exposed.

  Is it really unintentional?

  Raised the corners of her eyes, upwards, saw him leaning down with a handsome face, still smiling, pupils stunned, just as she was dazed, the wheelchair tilted forward again, this time tilting over 45 degrees.

  It seems like she's going to fall down, she closed her eyes, letting her two legs not move, making herself ready for a desperate situation: Jiang Yan, this is what you've forced me into!

  The collar on the back of her neck was suddenly lifted by a strong hand, and she didn't fall down the stairs, but left her wheelchair. When the hand grasping her collar suddenly loosened, she was caught off guard, and her two legs naturally stretched out in panic, standing hastily on the steps, with both hands empty and nothing to hold onto on either side.

  This very standard standing posture, the little daughter-in-law is once again timely, click, take a photo to keep as a memento.

  At the same time, don't forget to secretly give your husband a V sign of victory.

  This time, Jiang Yue was fully dressed, as if she had been pulled out of the water. The so-called patient's uniform made her feel suffocated.

  Two lines of sight became straight, and when they saw Manman holding up her phone as if she was about to send out the photos she had just taken, Gao shouted loudly: "Please don't post it!"

  "This is unacceptable! Journalist Jiang, don't you know that your suffering and disability have moved the hearts of hundreds of millions of people? Your miraculous recovery now is a joyous occasion for the entire nation to celebrate, and it's necessary to inform everyone so they can join in congratulating you."

  Upon hearing this, Jiang Yue's face turned white and her lips red, as if she was about to die. She suddenly sprinted down the stairs like a short-distance runner, going to grab Mengmeng's phone.

  The spring door suddenly "slammed" open, and a group of people squeezed out at the stairwell, each stretching their necks, staring with wide eyes, and their eyes were filled with astonishing shock.

  Thanks to those two crippled feet, I can now stand, walk and even run!

  Jiang Yue rushed towards Manman like Liu Xiang sprinting towards the finish line, prompting some people to raise their professional camera phones. Click! The angle, lighting and quality of this shot are absolutely superior to Manman's knockoff phone worth only a few hundred yuan, by at least a thousand times, and is worthy of being on the front page of major newspapers.

  Listening to the crackling sound behind her, Jiang Yue grasped her knee and imitated an injured athlete, making a painful pose: "My foot——"

  However, no matter how she called, nobody believed her words anymore.

  The last frame of the video freezes on her seemingly painful expression, and the author who shot it, even being a learned scholar, gave it a title: The Most Painful Fake Disabled Athlete in History. It seems that fake disability is more painful than real disability. Paying tribute to the greatest fake disabled person in history!

  The little daughter-in-law is holding her belly, just looking at this Weibo can make you laugh to the point of abdominal pain.

  Afraid that his wife would laugh so hard she'd get a stomachache or even pass out, husband Jiang Yan gently rubbed her back to help her catch her breath.

  The little wife took a tissue, pinched her nose and blew out the snot that was running down, while giving her husband a thumbs up: Husband, you're amazing.

  It seems that Comrade Jiang Yan has been waiting for the best opportunity to flay this woman all along.

  "How's it going? Your husband is quite charming, isn't he?"

  The little wife didn't notice her husband's intention for a moment, thinking that he was showing off, and nodded to give him a rewarding candy: "Not bad."

  Pinched his little daughter-in-law's face.

  The crescent moon's eye blinked, like her husband's smiling face, still with that hypocritical smile.

  All over his body, he couldn't help but get goosebumps.

  Don't mention it, but my husband is really quite scary like this.

  "A Yan——"

  "Scared? It's good that you're scared." His thumb pinched his wife's small face, "I'm usually more even-tempered than your brother, but to be honest, when I get angry, I'm not much better than him."

  "What did I do wrong?" She felt that her husband had finished dealing with the fake disability and was now interrogating her, cold sweat dripping down.

  "She just ran over to grab your phone, won't you hide?!"

  Roar!

  Just now, he saw someone pouncing on his wife like a fierce tiger, and his heart was hanging in mid-air. Fortunately, Jiang Yue, this flying man, had not moved for several days and lacked leg strength.

  But his little wife not only didn't hide, but also planned to take out her mobile phone for continuous shooting.

  The little wife naturally wanted to take a dynamic photo, which would be more convincing as evidence. However, after being scolded by her husband, she knew that she had touched his bottom line.

  "Remember, I'm no worse than your brother." Jiang Yan's angry voice warned his wife fiercely.

  Today, she found out that her husband's temper was no better than his brother's. The scolding shook her ears and made the baby in her belly feel frightened too, making her stomach growl with hunger.

  "I'll go buy you a bowl of noodles, and then you eat it."

  My husband is in a bad mood today and won't indulge her, instead he's using intimidation and threats.

  The little wife could hear the child in her belly seemingly responding: "Waaahhh..."

  Noodles were bought and brought over, opened mouth by mouth, obediently letting her husband feed her.

  The happiest one was Jiang's father, who heard that Jiang Yue had no disability and his illness improved by more than half.

  "This doesn't make sense, saying that she was pushed down the slope is definitely flawed evidence, the public security organs won't easily believe her words." Jiang's father was overjoyed, for his second daughter wouldn't have to go to prison.

  "Dad." Jiang Yan's tone was somewhat awkward, "Do you know who went to the court to accuse my sister?"

  "Who?"

  Little Dongzi.

  Children can grow up in an instant, and their growth rate is beyond what adults can imagine.

  This young nephew moved Jiang's father extremely: "He is a good kid, but it's hard for him. But how can one child make people believe?"

  That's because Xiao Dongzi went to her grandfather to tattle on her.

  The old man's eyebrows twitched: Finally this time, his eyes weren't blind and his ears weren't deaf.

  "Man man, in a few days, I have to go thank your grandfather."

  This won't make that old man happy.

  Manman hasn't forgotten how to give people the cold shoulder.

  "He has said he won't intervene."

  The little daughter-in-law's stubborn mouth made Jiang father stunned and then smiled.

  Anyway, the old man didn't intervene, but instead spoke kindly of the child in front of the court staff.

  "What's going on with this confession? Is it really a crime?" Since Jiang Yue was talking nonsense, Father Jiang naturally had to question Cheng Si Quan's so-called confession.

  "Dad, his heart is not with us or Dongzi at all, what can you do about it?" Jiang Yan threw away the things in her hand and said.

  Even if it's for that woman's sake and I'm put in prison, I had it coming.

  The little wife said, "Cough, cough, remind your husband: 'That's not okay, if it was her fault, just because the second brother-in-law is willing to take all the responsibility alone, she can't get away with it.'"

  How should this be resolved?

  Jiang Yan was considering whether to give his second sister Jiang Mei a call, when he suddenly saw his wife's gaze flicking back and forth towards his neck. His hand naturally went up to touch his neck, wondering if he had gotten something on it, only to find the scar below his neck.

  The young wife's thoughts were understood by her husband at once.

  "When I'm in bed and not wearing clothes, you don't touch me. Now you want to touch, go ahead, go to the bathroom." Her husband quickly pulled her hand and rushed to the toilet.

  This was said in front of her father-in-law, making it sound as if she was dissatisfied with her husband.

  She burst into tears on the spot.

  Entering the bathroom and closing the door, her little paws couldn't teach a lesson to her husband who had no filter on his mouth.

  Her husband had already begun to take off his clothes with nimble hands and feet.

  Manman busily supported the door behind her back, pinching her nose with one hand to prevent a nosebleed.

  Her husband's figure is definitely not bad, with tight abdominal muscles and a wheat-colored complexion that is as enticing as a dish.

  As he caught his wife's gaze on him, Jiang Yan suddenly felt a lump in his throat, and the lower abdomen was burning with heat. He also felt the danger. No way, his wife is pregnant, hastily turning around, only taking off the lower half of his clothes.

  The finger stretched out and touched the scar for a moment, then quickly retracted as if electrified.

  "See, I didn't cheat you, did I? I have a scar, and it's quite ugly." Jiang Dashao proudly showed off to his wife.

  "It's really beautiful." Mianmian's little wife whispered in a small voice.

  "That's right, your husband is ugly but beautiful in your eyes." With a happy smile, she pulled her clothes back on and turned around, only to see her daughter-in-law looking unhappy. "Mengmeng?"

  The eyes behind the black-rimmed glasses were uncertain and searching, as if looking for something on his face.

  "Look at you, it's just a scar, the wound has healed." He thought his wife was scared by the scar and regretted it, so he held her in his arms to comfort her, "It's okay, I'm here."

  Two hands grasped on her husband's shoulders, and her ears were stuck to his chest, listening to the naked heartbeat inside. Her own heart couldn't calm down.

  ……

  A car stopped at the entrance of Jiang Mei's residential area. The man leaning against the car door, lit a cigarette with the lighter, took a puff, and flicked it away.

  Xiao Dongzi hopped and skipped to the entrance of the residential area, saluted the guard: "Mom asked me to go buy something across the street."

  A five-year-old boy became famous overnight after intervening in his parents' case.

  The sentry at the gate handed over a word to his comrade and accompanied the boy to a supermarket across the street.

  The man leaning against the car door watched as the little boy walked in front of him, his two hands tucked into small pockets, like a little adult.

  Noticing the man's gaze, Xiaodong turned his head, furrowed his small brow, and scrutinized him with his shiny black eyes.

  The man caught sight of it from his line of vision, seemed to have noticed the cigarette stuck between his fingers, hastily extinguished the flame at the tip and said: "Sorry."

  "Who are you?" The guard holding Xiao Dongzi thought of this man who had been standing at the door for a long time, and should be on guard. "Which unit is yours?"

  So this man was also a soldier, wearing a green military uniform.

  Xiao Dongzi recognized from the epaulets on his shoulders that he was a lieutenant colonel, just like his father and uncle. He asked in surprise, "Are you a lieutenant colonel?"

  "Yes." The man's face, originally scrunched up, relaxed as he looked down at the little boy's small face.

  Smiling, very young and handsome, looks about the same age as his uncle.

  "Uncle, who are you looking for? Maybe I know them and can help you find them." Little kids have no immunity to people who are friendly to them and look good.

  The man, perhaps having no immunity to good-looking and kind-hearted little kids, squatted down and introduced himself to the little boy: "My surname is Luo, you can call me Uncle Luo."

  "Uncle Luo, have you come looking for me?"

  This kid is so clever, he actually saw through him with just a few words and glances.

  Lu Da Wei's chest was filled with complex emotions, and after opening his mouth several times, he couldn't say a word.

  At this time, the child's mother may see that the child has not returned for a long time and walks out of the community to find someone: "Dongzi, what are you doing? I asked you to buy soy sauce, why are you talking to someone here?"

  "Mom." Xiaodong looked at his mother with a hint of guilt as she rushed over.

  Jiang Mei ran hastily, somewhat panting. She had just arrived at the door and saw her son talking to a stranger, thinking that her son was about to be kidnapped, which made her anxious.

  Nowadays, once divorced, her son is all she has left.

  "Come on, let's go home. From now on, you're not allowed to come out and buy things by yourself."

  "Mom." Little Dongzi held her hand.

  "What's wrong with you?" With a look of dissatisfaction, Jiang Mei turned her head and this time, from her son's gaze, found the strange man beside her.

  "He came looking for me." Dongzi said seriously.

  Abductor? And an abductor wearing a military uniform?

  Jiang Mei glared at him fiercely: "My son doesn't know you."

  "Wait." Luo Dawei seemed to have come back to his senses, hastily chasing after them and standing in front of the mother and son. He directly declared his identity to Jiang Mei, "I am Jiang Yue's husband."

  That dirty little three's husband? The man who can't control his own wife?

  Jiang Mei gave him a once-over, scanning the man's handsome face: He didn't look bad at all. His physique was tall and straight, he seemed younger than her husband Cheng Si Quan, his facial features were more angular than Cheng Si Quan's, his eyebrows were heroic, his black eyes were deep like gemstones, his lips were tightly pursed, and his short hair had a strong masculine air to it.

  With such a good husband, why would Jiang Yue look for her own husband?

  Is there something wrong with this man himself?

  "Can we talk? Because I was just thinking of divorcing her too." Luo Dawei said.

  Jiang Mei was about to refuse when her child pulled on her sleeve, and she angrily said: "What are you doing?"

  "Mom, let him talk, what's wrong with that?" said Xiaodongzi.

  In a child's simple mind, this man should be in the same boat as his mother, and since they are in the same boat, they should unite and cooperate to fight against their common enemy.

  Lu Da-wei looked at the child with interest, having such a precious son, he couldn't understand why Cheng Si-quan would only think of that fox-like wife of his.

  The son opened his mouth, but was blocked by the man again. What he feared most was being surrounded by onlookers. Jiang Mei glanced at her watch and said, "There's a small coffee shop across the street, let's go there to talk."

  A man and a woman, with a little kid, sat down in the coffee shop.

  "What would you like to drink?" Luo Dawei asked as he opened the menu.

  "Boiled water." Jiang Mei's swift and decisive attitude.

  Lu Da Wei didn't listen to her and smiled at the little boy: "What would you like to drink? Uncle is treating today."

  "Wanting——" Someone treated him to a free meal, Xiao Dongzi pointed at the menu with his little finger.

  "Just a glass of milk for him will be fine." Jiang Mei hastily grabbed the child's hand and said to the waiter.

  What's wrong with this kid, why is he getting close to a stranger he just met?

  "East son." Scolded the child.

  Lu Da-wei's eyebrows furrowed as he said, "Don't say that, child. The child is not at fault."

  "It's none of your business to educate my son." Jiang Mei was furious upon hearing this.

  "With a temper like yours, how can you possibly educate children well?" Luo Dawei said matter-of-factly.

  Jiang Mei's voice was like a thorn, piercing to the point where her husband looked at her with disdain, and she coarsely said: "What do you mean by that?"

  What does it mean?

  Luo Dawei is not like Cheng Si Quan, who has a lot of tricks up his sleeve and doesn't say anything about them. He's a general who leads troops in battle and gets dirty on the battlefield. If Cheng Si Quan likes to sit in the office as a literary general, Luo Dawei is a martial general who likes to fight with his sleeves rolled up, so he naturally has a more impulsive temper.

  "I don't mean anything, I'm a straightforward person who doesn't beat around the bush. What I don't like is you taking out your temper on the child. If there's any issue, come at me directly. Luo Dawei dares to take responsibility." After that, he also winked at Xiaodongzi, "Don't worry, Uncle Luo is here."

  Jiang Mei jumped up, one finger pointing at him: You, you, you——

  It's really hard to continue the conversation.

  Xiao Dongzi looked up at his mother with a slightly open mouth: This is the first time I've seen Mom lose her composure like this.