Howard calmly ignored Minglang.

He let Minglang choke him hard.

"No."

Minglang immediately stopped, touched his nose, and glared at him fiercely.

"You remember this, Mingzhao is your sister, understand?"

"I won't allow you..."

Howard grabbed Minglang's hand: "Mingzhao and I are legally married..."

Minglang rubbed his head in frustration.

Countless solutions flashed through my mind, but in the end I said in despair, "How can you two be together?!"

"I shouldn't have gotten married in the first place..."

But this can't be blamed on Howard. If he hadn't married Mingzhao and vouched for her, Mingzhao might be nowhere to be found now.

Minglang is feeling down, Minglang is unhappy...

"It's all Huang Weiguo and his wife's fault. I never imagined they were spies. My poor Mingzhao has really suffered."

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked hesitantly, "How about... you divorce Mingzhao?"

Howard's face darkened: "Sorry, I will not initiate a divorce."

The light in Minglang's eyes had disappeared.

"Then what can we do? You don't want a divorce, and Zhaozhao doesn't want a divorce either. Are you two just going to live like this for the rest of your lives?"

Upon hearing that Mingzhao also did not want a divorce, Huo Hua's expression gradually softened.

Mingzhao doesn't want a divorce... does that mean...?

Howard: "Why not?"

Minglang looked pained. He didn't want to face reality.

"You're my brother, she's my sister..."

"Mingzhao has no objections, does he?"

“She doesn’t understand anything, and you…”

The clear voice suddenly stopped.

Mingzhao opened the door and came out: "Brother, don't worry about it. Huo Hua and I are husband and wife."

Minglang looked at Mingzhao's calm and unquestionable expression.

He sighed.

In the end, I was too late.

Zhao Zhao doesn't need this belated concern. On the contrary, it will only become a burden for her.

He took the luggage from Mingzhao's hand and peeked into the room. He found that the sheets and blankets were still there.

Why didn't you take these with you?

"That belongs to Director Liu. It's not mine. I'm just using it temporarily."

Minglang nodded. These days, fabric is a precious commodity.

Since it belongs to someone else, he doesn't plan to touch it.

He looked at the environment Mingzhao had been living in these past few days, and it seemed alright.

People nowadays are frugal. In fact, as long as you have a separate room with clean bedding and chairs, your living conditions are already considered very good.

"Yes, I also have things from the studio."

Mingzhao opened the door to the room next door.

Minglang also took a look. He realized that compared to where he slept, this studio was more like where Mingzhao would spend most of his time.

Tools and parts were piled up everywhere, and two long tables were put together to form a large table, which was covered with blueprints and drafts.

Minglang looked around, unsure where to begin tidying up.

"I'll take care of it."

Minglang and Howard then stood at the door, watching Mingzhao pack up the blueprints on his own.

"Are you taking these with you?"

Howard walked in, not even glancing at the blueprints, and began tidying up the parts.

Mingzhao paused for a moment, looked at what was in front of Howard, and nodded.

"Thanks."

Howard smiled gently. "Of course. I'll take care of these things. You just need to organize your drawings."

Minglang's teeth ached from watching from the doorway.

"What's with all this mushy stuff..." he muttered to himself.

He went in to help as well.

After everything was packed up, we went back to No. 17 Xiangyang Courtyard with them.

At the entrance of the family compound, several people got out of the car.

The people chatting under the big tree greeted the three of them warmly.

"Commander Huo is back!"

"Oh! Isn't that the regimental commander's wife?"

"But it's been a while since I've seen him!"

"Where did they go? And they're carrying so many bags and packages."

"Deputy Commander Ming is with us too! Where did you all go?"

...

People in this era were still quite gossipy. They all looked at Mingzhao and his companions with curiosity.

Mingzhao did not respond.

Howard and Minglang, on the other hand, answered their questions one by one with smiles or nods.

They kept walking away.

Li Xiaocao was tidying up beans at the doorway.

He Yuchun also struck up a conversation with her from the side.

From afar, sharp-eyed observers spotted Mingzhao and his group approaching.

"Hey! Mingzhao!"

Li Xiaocao stopped preparing the beans and put them on the ground to the side.

He stood up, took a few steps forward, and ended up in the path that Mingzhao and the others were walking on.

About a month later, Li Xiaocao's belly was already noticeably showing.

Mingzhao's gaze lingered on her stomach for a moment.

"Sister Xiaocao".

"You just got back from work?" Li Xiaocao looked Mingzhao up and down.

Her eyes were full of tender warmth: "You seem to have lost a little weight. Have you not been eating properly?"

Mingzhao stood still, without replying.

He Yuchun's eyes lit up when she saw Huo Hua and another man following Ming Zhao.

That guy looks pretty good too, he has the air of a soldier.

"Mingzhao, what is this?"

Minglang chimed in, "I'm Minglang's older brother."

Then he held up what he was holding, indicating that it was heavy: "Let's go inside and put our things down first. We'll talk later."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiaocao took two steps back to make way for them.

On the contrary, He Yuchun stepped forward and offered to help them carry their things, but was not annoyed when she was refused.

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