Your determination, sir

  Holding a cup of milk to drink, a trace of foam was left on the small lips, and the shiny eyes looked at the mother who was supporting her forehead from time to time, and then glanced at the uncle opposite who was leisurely putting his legs up.

  The world of adults is something children can't fully understand, but one thing they're sure of: these two grown-ups are a bit weird.

  Discretion is the better part of valour for a clever child.

  "What do you want?" In front of her was a cup of boiling water, but she couldn't even drink saliva, Jiang Mei couldn't figure out what was wrong with herself and how she ended up discussing things with the husband of the little third.

  Headache

  "I want a divorce from her, so I must catch evidence of her violating military marriage laws." Luo Dawei crossed his arms, his eyebrows and eyes stern.

  A chilling aura emanated from the man's eyes.

  This kind of aura is something you can't see on her elegant husband.

  "How did you end up marrying her in the first place?" Jiang Mei asked skeptically.

  Logically speaking, such a man wouldn't be able to control his wife.

  "I knew she was promiscuous and had a relationship with another man before marriage. But I thought she would give up after deciding to marry me, didn't expect her to cause such a big trouble for me this time! Considering her father is my superior, I won't let her off!"

  Boom!

  Iron Fist

  A cold intent to kill people in black eyes.

  Both of them were shocked and swallowed their saliva.

  "Can't forgive her!"

  Luo Dawei's eyes flashed with a hint of cleverness: this kid is really interesting.

  Jiang Mei was stunned: watching them, big and small, clapping hands in alliance.

  Suddenly remembered, pulled down his son's small hand: "What are you doing? He is not someone we know."

  "Hey, hey, I told you, don't educate children like that." The sandy pig man opposite her started pointing and scolding again.

  Jiang Mei stood up decisively, pulling her son: "Alright, I know what you want to say. Sorry, I'm still busy."

  She pulled her little son, seemingly fleeing in a hurry. The originally dark and deep eyes smiled slightly, seeing the little boy turn his head to look at himself again, the color in his eyes gradually sinking down.

  This child is only five years old and will soon lose his father. And that woman who did such a thing!

  Before, no matter how he was, she could tolerate him. Now, she doesn't mind destroying other people's families and other people's feelings.

  Uncontrollably, he slapped the glass cup with his palm.

  Hmph.

  His heart has been broken into pieces like those on this earth and can never be mended again.

  ……

  "What?"

  "Divorce lawsuit." Gu Xiu Ai threw the two court notices at her daughter, her face turning green with rage. "How am I supposed to explain this to your father!"

  Jiang Yue never thought that apart from Jiang Mei's, now even her own husband Luo Dawei.

  "Didn't you communicate well with Dawei? Wasn't he coming to see you? What did you say to him?" Guan Xiuyi asked in a series of questioning tones.

  Jiang Yue couldn't say a word, because she had always thought her husband was under her control. Since their marriage, Luo Dawei hadn't interfered with her affairs at all. The intimate life between them could be counted on one hand, and Luo Dawei never complained, nor did he show excessive care for her. But what she wanted was exactly this lack of interference and obedience from him.

  "I'll call Da Wei tomorrow and have him come over." Guan Xiulove said resolutely, "This matter can't be allowed to deteriorate any further."

  She certainly knew that since she was played by that man today, she was done for.

  The weight that threatened Jiang Mei has disappeared.

  And became a laughing stock for the whole army and society!

  No, she's hiding in her room and doesn't dare come out.

  "Mom, otherwise you call dad out." Jiang Yue pulled her mother's hand and begged.

  "Your father's temper, can you stand it?" Guan Xiulove sat back in her chair.

  She had pinned all her hopes on this daughter, and the daughter had always tried to live up to her expectations. But now something unexpected has happened. To think that it's still because of the husband's adopted son's misdeeds.

  She had been displeased with this adopted son from the very beginning.

  Ironically, her husband was extremely doting on this adopted son, liking him even more than his own daughter.

  "What's going to happen? Who can we find?" Jiang Yue realized that something was wrong and became anxious, "Mom, didn't you ask the doctor here to help me keep it a secret? You have someone who can continue to help me, right?"

  "Gu Xiu Ai's face sank: 'If your dad doesn't take action, I'll have to find someone else. In short, these things of yours must be suppressed. They're just a bunch of small ants, I don't believe they can't be suppressed.'"

  ……

  Her husband fell asleep, and Manman carefully opened the collar of her husband's neck, looked at it carefully, and then looked at that scar again.

  The scars have faded after many years, becoming old and pale in color. Yet, looking at them still hurts deep down inside.

  The husband in the quilt lightly turned over.

  She hastily withdrew her hand.

  Turning around quietly, I pressed my face into the pillow and, with a sliver of moonlight coming in through the window, took off my glasses for the first time to take a close look at my husband's face.

  Eyebrows, nose, mouth, each one is so full of personality, slightly raised corners, fully embodying the arrogance and unruliness of a proud son of heaven.

  Trembling, wanting to stretch out and touch her husband's facial features with the tip of her finger, lightly trembling as if afraid of accidentally breaking through a layer of something.

  Still feeling uneasy in her heart, she got up and walked out into the corridor, where she found a public phone.

  Her finger hesitated for a long time on the keypad before finally dialing that unfamiliar number.

  This is a place in the military zone. Mobile phones can still access the internal LAN on the fixed cat, but making calls is completely blocked and impossible, only through fixed telephones.

  Beep, beep, beep——

  It's already 2 o'clock in the middle of the night now.

  The switchboard operator who helped her connect the outside call was very displeased: "Comrade, don't you know that making calls to the outside requires approval from a leader?"

  "This is the army's phone number," she tried to say.

  Unexpectedly, the operator may have checked the number she dialed and agreed to connect her.

  She was shocked by her brother's greatness, even a phone number could shock people.

  However, whether her brother would answer the phone after it was transferred was a problem.

  A long "toot" - two times.

  Ah.

  The other party picked up, with a cold voice that was even more unpleasant than the operator's: "You're calling me for the first time, and you choose this time?"

  Nervously licking her lips: How did he know it was her calling him, does he have a thousand-mile eye and a windy ear?

  No sound, intentional probing.

  He became tense instead and asked in a questioning tone: "Nang Nang?"

  "Yes, it's me..." She let out a long sigh. Fortunately, he wasn't someone with superhuman vision and hearing, or else she wouldn't be able to hide anything from him. The feeling of being transparent all the time was unbearable.

  "Why didn't you speak up just now?" He was so startled, thinking that something had happened to her. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be the case, if anything happens, he would be the first to take his brother-in-law down.

  "It's so late already."

  The furrowed brow was about to loudly scold, but then thought better of it and the rich voice lowered: "You know it's not suitable to call so late, what's the urgent matter that made you choose this time to call me?"

  "My husband is asleep, I just quietly got up." As she spoke, she carefully covered the receiver and took a sneak peek at the slightly ajar door to see if anyone had been disturbed.

  "Across from her, a cold hum sounded, with a hint of indulgence and blame in his voice that was hard to detect: 'You're getting more and more skilled at sneaking around, aren't you?'"

  "The moon's eyebrows suddenly rose: 'Where did I steal and sneak around?'"

  "You're not sneaking around, why are you secretly calling me behind your husband's back? Are you trying to tattle on your husband? What's going on between your husband and that woman?"

  "You clearly know that my husband and that woman have nothing going on." Fuming, Jiang Yue's news had spread all over the world, how could he not know?

  "Nothing, it's just that something made you look for someone you'd rather die than find." A hint of triumph crept into his cold voice.

  Yes. She must be out of her mind. Clearly aware that this man likes to use this as leverage against her.

  "I'm telling you, I won't agree to anything." She bit her lower lip and said firmly.

  Across from him was silent for a moment, as if considering the same question.

  She gasped for breath.

  If he says no, she will definitely hang up the phone. But this is her first time looking for him, a rare opportunity.

  Thick and heavy, with emotions that have been accumulating for years, a hoarse voice like silk threads, with layers of colors: "You are always my sister, what can I do."

  Cut.

  He really can twist things around, making it seem like she's bullying him instead.

  Cold-faced King Yan, icy and ruthless Ice Master, practitioner and leader of the Thick Black School.

  Gnash one's teeth.

  "Yes. Are you my brother after all? What can I do?" Throw his words back at him directly.

  As expected, she was the only one who dared to confront him like this. Her cold eyes were very sharp.

  "Brother, you're not sleeping? Who are you talking to on the phone?"

  The eyes were startled by the movement in the next room, and he stretched out his hand to push back the head of his brother who was poking it out. He then walked to a relatively quiet study, locked the door behind him.

  "What's on your mind, speak up." This time, he didn't beat around the bush with her, directly getting to the point with a stern tone that revealed his military nature.

  "I, who was rescued on the yacht last time, seem to have remembered something." Looking back at these, she couldn't help but feel uneasy, wondering if she had guessed wrong, and felt that he should also have remembered something.

  She didn't expect that her words would hit his weak spot, a weakness that had just been ridiculed by Master Yao.

  Furrowed brows and wrinkles, however, were undeniable facts. He let out a long sigh and admitted, "Yes."

  "What is it?"

  "We've met before."

  "For a moment, I was stunned, and my mouth could fit half a fist: 'You said we met before, but how didn't you recognize me, and I didn't recognize you?'"

  "At that time and place, I was picking up and dropping off hundreds of patients a day, would you remember me?"

  "How did you suddenly remember?"

  "Specific environment."

  It was because of a scene that was exactly the same that memories buried at the very bottom were turned over.

  "You don't have a deep impression of me, do you?" Manman suddenly found an excuse, because she herself had no impression of this matter at all, and only remembered that when she and a group of villagers were trapped on the mountain, the person who came to find them in a speedboat seemed to have his shadow among them. At most, it was just a fleeting encounter.

  At that time, he was much younger and had not yet cultivated his current Asura aura that could make people unforgettable at a glance.

  "Hmm. You and I met twice. Once on the yacht, you fell asleep as soon as you got on the yacht. I was even worried that something had happened to you and went to cover you with a blanket."

  Man Man Daze: Really didn't have this impression.

  Maybe her brother is different from others, gentle and likes to secretly touch her.

  "What about the second time?" She had even less impression of it the second time around.

  The second time, if it weren't for Jiang Dashao's information being dug up, he wouldn't have remembered either.

  "You sent an injured person to our medical team."

  This sentence was like a spark of electricity, and it seemed that some part of her brain had been connected to the live wire, ready to explode.

  At this time, a flashlight shone over and directly onto her half face: "Hey, why aren't you sleeping, comrade?"

  She and her husband slept in an empty hospital room at night, which was patrolled by nurses on night rounds.

  "Hang up the microphone immediately: 'I'm going back to sleep.'"

  Slipped back into the room without saying anything else.

  The nurse was staring at her shadow and the closed door, seeing that there was no movement, she walked back to the nurse station, pressed a few keys: "Director Wang? Yes, you asked me to pay attention to her, she's sneaking around, getting up in the middle of the night."

  As she lay back on her bed, her heart was pounding thump-thump-thump, as if it had jumped into the palm of her hand.

  When her husband's hand suddenly landed on her shoulder, she lowered her voice and exclaimed: "A Yan?"

  His fingers slid down her arm to her slender wrist, where her pulse throbbed against his fingertips like a jumping ball, causing him to raise an eyebrow: "My wife has a guilty conscience."

  "What was I supposed to have?" Eyes gazing at the ceiling, not daring to look at her husband.

  "Have you told your uncle about me?"

  "How did you know I was calling my brother?" The little head turned back instantly, staring at him.

  In the dark of night, his eyes opened, shining brightly as if to suck her in. The corner of his mouth curled up: "If I wasn't calling your brother, would I be lying peacefully in bed? Manman, you think too highly of your husband's self-control, don't you?"

  My husband is a jealous man.

  "Am I a vinegar jar, aren't you?" pinched his wife's cheek.

  At that time, she really didn't know what to think, suddenly, she just stuck her lips on his mouth. She finally understood why couples do these things, because it's wonderful, because it's harmonious, when the physical contact is like two pieces of red-hot iron melting together, everything can be communicated.

  His wife's fiery temper has made life difficult for him as a husband under her rule.

  Gently kiss her back, satisfy her, he has only had this one wife, this one woman, all his life, everything belongs to her alone.

  Endless spring in the night.

  ……

  The wind blew through the floating curtains, holding onto the phone, on the other end was a busy tone, and finally a shout from an unfamiliar woman.

  His resolute eyebrows were focused on this, and in his heart, a faint sense of unease arose.

  "Mr. Lu." Knock, knock, a light tap on the study door.

  The sound of father's voice.

  The door opened and the father and son looked at each other.

  A pair of old eyes with wise plans, a pair of calm and composed faces.

  Lu Shangming clenched his fist: Cough. Go ahead.

  Made way, closely followed by his father, and walked into the study room.

  Neither of them sat down.

  Commander Lu lowered his head, his eyes fixed tightly on a point on the floor: "I had an agreement with Nangnang that we wouldn't get involved in this matter. But now is not the time for that."

  "Dad." He could roughly guess what his father wanted to ask, and every sentence he replied was meticulous. "I've been tracking this matter with Zi Ye all along, tomorrow I'll sneak into that brigade, won't let Nannan be alone."

  "Hmm—" Commander Lu nodded slowly, "Did Nang call you tonight?"

  "Yes."

  "What was it again?"

  "I wonder what might have caused the loss of that part of her memory, not ruling out the possibility of a head injury from a fall. She asked me, and I told her a few fragments now, but I don't know if she'll remember because of this. This is exactly what he was worried about after hearing that someone had hung up on her, worrying that he might have done something wrong. Maybe it would be better not to tell her these things."

  Lu's thoughts seemed to be in a dilemma, pacing back and forth in the room with a military man's habitual gait: "If I don't tell her, the other party may not make a move. If I tell her, she herself may fall into a predicament."

  "Dad, she's with Ah Yuan. I'll be joining the army tomorrow."

  He looked up and met his son's deep, iron-like eyes, and Commander Lu felt that if his son couldn't solve it, he believed no one else in the world could.

  "Good!"

  A good word from an old leader represents supreme trust.

  When sending his father back, Mei Yu hesitated for a moment and then said: "Tomorrow I will meet with someone first."

  "Hmm?" Commander Lu was quite skeptical of his son's sudden serious announcement.

  "As long as the backyard is not on fire, the problems in front can be solved."

  The son's words are rational, profound and full of masculinity.

  Lu Shang praised: "Talk well with her, I know, my son will absolutely not be a person who forces himself."

  A raised eyebrow: No one knows a son better than his father.

  He indeed will not force himself, his own path, must be fully controlled in his own hands.

  ……

  Twelve o'clock at noon.

  When she got off work at the unit, she received a phone call.

  This is probably his first call to her unit in recent years.

  "12:10, there is a western restaurant opposite the entrance of your unit, let's meet there."

  Didn't even ask if it's convenient for her?

  She was quite surprised. This didn't seem like his style towards her. He might be used to ordering others around, but with her, he had always been careful and polite.

  In her heart, she couldn't help but feel a thread of apprehension and doubt.

  She walked into the bathroom and reapplied lipstick to her lips, not for beauty, but to give herself an extra bit of courage for her decision, then she walked out.

  In the Western restaurant, classical music was like a cup of thick coffee that had been knocked over, with the rich and mellow sound of the cello intertwined with the relatively light and airy sound of the violin, as if it were writing a symphony of life. She listened on one side, standing at the door, able to see him sitting on the sofa in the distance, his tall silhouette, crisp shirt, angular profile, handsome and cold was his natural color.

  You can never think of this man being in a state where emotions are above reason.

  Before he could turn around, she took a step forward.

  "Come, sit down." As he asked her to take a seat, his strict eyes glanced at her brightly painted lips, but only for a moment, without any expression. His left hand flipped open the menu, and his right hand made a gesture.

  The waiter who had been waiting nearby immediately walked over: "Sir, would you like to order?"

  "Two sirloin steaks and another pork chop." The menu was handed over to the waiter neatly.

  Carefree, yet with a plan in mind.

  Even an ordinary waiter can feel the oppressive atmosphere that he has at all times, and after taking the menu, not a word dares to be asked, and he quickly leaves.

  The feeling of being overwhelmed by him, she often has, at all times, she knows it's normal, anyone who is with him will be overwhelmed and can't breathe. Because you don't know what this man is thinking, especially when facing each other at such a close distance, so close yet completely out of her control.

  "You didn't ask me why I ordered three sets of meals?" Elegant fingers lifted the red tea pot and poured some into her high-footed cup, her voice seeming rather casual.

  "I was thinking she forgot to ask you how ripe you wanted it." She smiled, with a perfectly placed curve at the corner of her mouth.

  When he heard her cold joke, he smiled at her, a very casual and natural shallow smile, with a faint dimple floating at the corner of his mouth, momentarily softening the hard lines that had just come down, beautiful as if it were the most perfect arc.

  Her eyes narrowed and she lowered her head: He had never smiled at her like that before.

  What's wrong with him today?

  Soon, someone's arrival seemed to have answered all her questions.

  Yang Xiu, dressed in a crisp suit, walked up to their dinner table and even nodded slightly at her when he saw her.

  She suddenly felt as if she had been shot by a bullet, her fingers clutching the tablecloth below, and for an instant she had the urge to stand up and storm out.

  "Get Mr. Yang a chair." But as if he had noticed nothing of her change in expression, he pointed to the waiter and told him to bring another chair for Yang Xiu.

  Yang Xiu's idea of sitting next to her was dispelled, and his knife-shaped eyebrows moved slightly: he was actually very interested in what the other party would let him do.

  Do you want to make it public?

  Did his last move really provoke this man?

  Or perhaps there was already distrust between them.

  Men, indeed, are all afraid of being cuckolded.

  "Mr. Yang, I ordered a pork chop for you, don't mind, do you?"

  "It doesn't matter." Yang Xiu replied with these three words, and Fang Wu suddenly realized that there was a problem with the question. The word "pig" appeared twice, and the sharp eyes under his knife-like eyebrows scanned over, seeing that he was sitting there drinking tea without any reaction. Perhaps it was just his own paranoia, but he couldn't shake off the feeling. He countered, "It seems like we haven't seen each other for a while since our last meeting. You're my distant relative, so calling me Mr. Yang is a bit too formal. In terms of age, I'm probably younger than you, so you can just call me Yang Xiu."

  "This title is beyond me." His eyes didn't even lift, seemingly only pondering the tips of his crossed fingers.

  "How can I afford it?" Yang Xiuxiu chuckled twice.

  "To put it bluntly, we don't acknowledge this kind of relative from the Yang family."

  Directly, without leaving any face, sarcastic remarks in public made even the very tolerant Yang Xiu's face turn blue with rage.

  "Blood relation, will you acknowledge it or not?"

  "I didn't come here today to discuss this already settled matter." With one sentence, he took the initiative back into his own hands.

  It seems like she could guess what he was going to say next, so she suddenly stood up: "I'll go wash my hands."

  Her cold eyes lifted, and with two words that brooked no argument, she commanded: "Sit down."

  If she believes in herself believing him, then she should sit down.

  At this time, Yang Xi saw her reaction and seized the opportunity: "It's just going to the bathroom, why stop her?"

  "Your cunning dog mouth that thinks it can get away with things, shut up. No one will blame you." Cold words and sarcastic remarks, stripping people of their dignity.

  Yang Xiu's palm almost slapped the table, this was the first time he had been provoked by someone: "Sir, sir, isn't it just cold?"

  "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? You think you're so smart, thinking that I won't be able to marry her, thinking that your few words can shake her. I invited you over today, not to expose what's going on between you and her, but to tell you to stop using those despicable tricks. Honestly, I'm sick of seeing them."

  Lofty disdain, contempt, scorn.

  Yang Xiu's face was cold, trying to be even colder than him, but found it couldn't be done, so he changed to a gloomy tone, smiling gloomily: "I'm doing this for the sake of helping others, you're hurting her feelings, hurting her life."

  "How did you know what she wanted? How did you know what I wanted?"

  "I certainly know what she wants, she just wants a most ordinary affection that can be reciprocated."

  "Really?"

  Across the table from her, he met her gaze.

  At that moment, she didn't think of anything else, not arrogance, nor aloofness, but only what she thought and decided for herself: "I am not an ordinary woman, I don't want to be an ordinary woman, there are many things I want, and only one person can give them to me. From the very beginning, I was very clear and understood."

  Cold eyebrows, raised, corners of mouth, smiling with an air of inevitability.

  Yang Xiu did not expect her to say such a thing, and his eloquent tongue had a moment of stuttering: "No one wants to pay for love without getting anything in return."

  "He will repay me."

  Yes, she's clear, she understands, that's the kind of man he is. He will repay her in various ways. Because the path he wants to take is also the one she yearns for success in her heart. She finally figured this out thanks to Manman. She wants to walk this path shoulder to shoulder with him. Therefore, she can't be like an ordinary woman, thinking that all she needs is that kind of ethereal love, which no one can actually give her. In this world, love is only about being down-to-earth, living a good life every day, not just talking about romance and love.

  Yang Xiu suddenly lost his voice, and suddenly realized that the man and woman sitting in front of him were not human, but machines. The psychology he had learned was for dialogue with humans, not machines.

  He laughed, his icy handsome face laughing loudly, making people feel a sense of doom that made their hair stand on end.

  "You——" He suppressed his anger, his eyes cold and sharp as he stared at him, "What are you laughing at?"

  "I laugh at you for finding the wrong target. In our family, including the woman I'm with, none of them are what you think they are, it's impossible for them to be what you think. She is indeed a woman rich in emotions, but precisely because she is a woman rich in emotions, she understands better what is the bigger picture, and what her responsibilities and obligations are, because she needs to protect the people she loves. Psychology isn't just something you've studied, I've also studied it, and I'm more normal than you. You're an abnormal person who has suffered psychological trauma." Elegant scholar-like fingers interlaced, poised in a superior attitude, looking down on all with an air of supremacy.

  When he heard the last sentence, Yang Xiu's slender white hand trembled slightly.

  "Do you want to hear my analysis?" Eyes fixed on him, dissecting him, tearing him apart at will. "I had loving parents since childhood, elders who taught me with all their heart, trustworthy friends and family, a promising future, and good self-discipline. You, on the other hand, were separated from your parents since young, discriminated against, looked down upon, knowing that if you didn't work hard, you'd end up in a hellish situation. You desperately tried to win over your elders' favor, even going so far as to fawn all over them. You have no self-discipline; it's impossible for you to have any, because once you develop self-awareness and a conscience, you'll fall into a predicament. You have the typical underlying factors of social crime. And this is also because someone in your family was once burned to death, so you can take revenge on society, manufacturing arson cases."

  She was shocked when she heard this, and the Yang family's intelligence had not been found by the White family, and she believed that the Lu family would not be able to find it either. However, obviously, his words were all correct. Yang Xiu was already in a state of being on the verge of explosion.

  To thoroughly defeat a person, just take his most proud weapon and turn it back to attack him. Taking the enemy's gun to shoot the enemy himself, there is no greater sense of victory than this.

  The waiter walked over with a plate and said, "This is pork chop, which lady or gentleman's is it?"

  Bang.

  In an instant, the waiter's plate was flipped over. The pork chop that had fallen to the ground and was rolling around, making a rustling sound, was the greatest mockery.

  "You wait." The three words were spat out by Knife, who had finally lost his temper and broken into a rage.

  Rushed out of the Western restaurant.

  The people around were stunned.

  Only the man and woman sitting in the middle were calm as if nothing had happened.

  "Serve the dish." She coldly spat out a sentence at the still stunned waiter.

  The waiter hastily bent down to clear the plates, today he opened his eyes wide, seeing a pair of men and women who didn't look like humans.

  "Sorry, I thought he wouldn't lose his composure so easily."

  She was amused by his cold joke for the first time. This time, a smile with the corners of her mouth raised, like May's pear, sweet and beautiful.

  "If you like, next time I have some free time, I'll invite you out for a meal." As he spoke, he poured some more water into her highball glass.

  "I like it." She was candid and sincere, no longer pretending to be reserved or aloof.

  The first time, she felt this proximity, which was not as far as she had imagined, and only heard his slightly awkward cough.

  "Be yourself again, Bai Lu." He finally said this meaningful sentence to her.

  Two pairs of eyes collided in the air, intertwined, no longer a bitter and thick coffee, but a summer tea emitting a faint lemon fragrance.

  "I will." She raised her cup to him and drained it in one gulp.

  ……

  In the afternoon, I helped my father-in-law pack his luggage for tomorrow's hospital transfer in the ward.

  "Take a rest for a while." Jiang's father seemed more worried about her exhaustion than his own physical condition.

  "Dad—" Manman smiled, to show that she was strong and healthy, intentionally raised her two arms in a pose, "Don't look at me being thin, but I have strength."

  "You have the energy but can't be so reckless, you have kids." Jiang's father doted on his own grandsons and granddaughters.

  Being a pregnant woman is nice, but everything has to be controlled by others. Sometimes I feel helpless too. Just as I was about to talk to my father-in-law again to comfort him, a nurse walked in through the door of the hospital room.

  "Is the patient's family here? The doctor wants to talk to you." said the nurse.

  "Dad, I'll go for a bit." Mianmian said to her grandfather and followed the nurse.

  At this time, the car Lu Jun was sitting in had already passed through the military checkpoint and from here on out, it was basically impossible to make phone calls. Of course, occasionally a signal might be caught, and maybe one or two calls could get through. The sentry post didn't always confiscate mobile phones. Especially for officers who were clearly on official business, their mobile phones would rarely be confiscated, mainly because they didn't want to offend anyone.

  The army is a small society in itself, where everyone carries guns and the potential danger is beyond imagination.

  I remember a phrase often said by my father Lu Shuai: If you can't overpower someone in the army, you won't be able to get along.

  Pressure refers not to oppression, but to the need to control the situation in one's hands at all times.

  So he went straight to the scene of the crime.

  The instructor he followed in the troops back then is now the president of this hospital. It's been many years since they last met, and it's hard to say what changes have taken place, but some things remain the same.

  Getting off the bus and entering the hospital's reception desk, a middle-aged woman walked towards me.

  "Ms. Guan."

  Gu Xiu Ai, who was about to brush past him, stopped in her tracks and turned around, looking at him with a stunned expression: thick eyebrows, deep eyes, a man who exuded an aura of intimidation.

  "Who are you?" Guan Xiulove searched her memory carefully but couldn't find anyone.

  "My surname is Lu. I used to work with the old leader here before. I know that at that time, you were still by our old leader's side, and our old leader introduced you as his classmate."

  She could instantly sense the chill in this: it was something about Director Wang's former classmate, and very few people knew about it.

  "You said your surname is Lu?" Cold sweat broke out on her forehead in two beads.

  What a coincidence! The Lu family?

  "Yes. Speaking of which, it seems that my brother-in-law has some connection with your family's master. Of course, I've also heard a bit about the lawsuit between your family and my brother-in-law's family."

  Gu Xiu Ai was already unable to keep up with the conversation, because from start to finish, she had been led by the nose by her opponent, and this terrifying man who smiled warmly and spoke gently had no intention of letting her have even a bit of control.

  "Sorry, I still have something - " wanted to slip away, but didn't finish speaking.

  "Ms. Guan, let's go visit our old leader together. I came to see our old leader today just to ask him to put in a good word and save face in front of you."

  Save face? The words sounded good, but in reality, she was being dragged into the office and didn't know what would happen to her. Could it be that she really feared he would do something to her?

  "Alright, let's go."

  What can Lu's family do? They are just a bunch of young whippersnappers.

  Her cold eyes watched as she led the way towards the elevator, a flash of sharp light flickering across her face for an instant before disappearing.

  Everyone who met them along the way wisely avoided them. Guan Xiulove was a local and everyone knew she wasn't someone to be trifled with, and this new man didn't seem simple either.

  The two of them took the elevator and arrived at the Dean's office on the fifth floor.

  "Is Director Wang inside?" Guan Xiulian asked the soldier guarding the door, who was very rude.

  "He is inside, but the principal is talking with someone."

  "Who is it?"

  "A patient's family member."

  But a patient's family member, Guan Xiulove glanced at her watch and said, "You go in first and inform the dean that I'm here."

  The soldier pressed the phone in the office.

  It seemed like an eternity before someone inside answered.

  "After finishing the phone call, he said to both of them: 'The principal said it's okay to go in, they've already finished talking.'"

  The sentry opened the door.

  Guan Xiulove walked in with an attitude. As she entered, she was taken aback for a moment because she hadn't expected to meet someone here. Jun Ye, who followed her in, had his eyes locked tightly on her, the light in them flashing intensely.

  Manman stood there, and it wasn't until she felt a sudden gust of cold wind behind her that she came to her senses. She turned around to look at the person who had come, but Guan Xi didn't recognize him. Her own brother's face was so expressionless that she found it hard to pretend not to know him.

  "What? Do you all know each other?" Dean Wang asked with a smile, as if facing three people who were staring blankly at each other.

  "Gu Xiu Ai hastily said: 'I have never seen her.'"

  "Oh, she is the daughter-in-law of Jiang Haoping, Minister Jiang, who is hospitalized in our hospital." Director Wang introduced, seemingly thinking that Guan Xi'ai didn't know Manman. "I asked her to come today to discuss Minister Jiang's transfer tomorrow."

  "If nothing else, I'll go first," said Manman, mainly because she always felt a bit strange when running into her brother here.

  As he watched her walk past him and out, Lu Jun's mind suddenly flashed with multiple thoughts, causing his eyebrows to furrow into a knot that couldn't be loosened.

  "What's up? What can I do for you?" asked Dean Wang, sitting behind his desk with a dignified posture, like Maitreya Buddha.

  "This Mr. Lu, he says he's your former subordinate, Director Wang." Guan Xiulove mentioned.

  "Lu - Jun -?" Squinting, Dean Wang seemed to have difficulty recognizing the former Jun. He burst out laughing, "It's him, he was my student in the past. However, he has made a name for himself now, and I haven't seen him in many years."

  "Look at what you're saying, Dean. As an instructor, your current position is higher than mine, I think it's inappropriate for me to come see you."

  "What's wrong with that? When students come to visit their teachers, the teachers are always eager for it."

  "Dean, I'm here for no trivial matter." His eyes narrowed slightly.

  "Oh, is there anything I can help with?"

  "It's like this, the troops have recently had a case in your hospital that has been quite sensational, and experts can't help but respond to public opinion. I was sent to investigate the end of the matter and give the public an explanation of what happened with this case."

  Originally calm and composed Guan Xiuluo's face suddenly changed upon hearing this.

  "Which case?" Director Wang tugged at his outer garment, making unconscious movements.

  "Coincidentally, I met the patient's family member on the road. This won't take long, let her come over." He said to Guan Xiulove, "Ms. Guan, the leadership of our unit is very concerned about Jiang Journalist's physical health and has specially sent me here. Of course, later my colleague will also come to investigate the specific reason for Jiang Journalist's illness this time."

  "This isn't necessary! She's already fine!" Guan Xiulian hastily exclaimed, looking hopefully at Dean Wang.

  "This..." Dean Wang hesitated, "Lu Jun, you see, this patient has indeed recovered. Our hospital's doctors have carefully examined him and there is no problem."

  "It's no longer a question of whether there is a problem or not, Director Wang. We have been entrusted by the relevant supervisory departments to handle this matter. Someone wants to sue Jiang for false accusation."

  Gu Xiu Ai stretched out her hand to support the chair and stared at Dean Wang with all her might: You must hold it down for me!

  The director of the palace looked at Junye, who was studying his own shoelaces with a calm expression, and chuckled dryly: "I also need to let people prepare first, if it's an expert group coming to inspect."