Red Star Brigade.

Yan Xiao rode back slowly for almost two hours.

When we returned, it was already sunset, and the red glow painted half the sky.

It's time to get off work right now.

The couple from Yanxiao's family entered the village one after the other in a jeep, and their stopping at the entrance of Yanxiao's house at the foot of the mountain attracted a crowd of onlookers.

Even children gathered around the car, curiously examining this large, four-wheeled object.

For a time, the area in front of Yan Xiao's house was quite lively.

.........

Inside the courtyard at this moment.

Gu Mingde looked at the yard full of brightly colored girls' clothes drying in the sun, except for a pair of black pants and a gray jacket hanging in the corner.

The baggy design, with long arms and legs, clearly makes it a man's piece.

A pavilion was built in the courtyard, extending to both sides of the path leading to the main hall, which was filled with flowers.

There was a small pink and white blanket draped over the rocking chair in the pavilion.

Everywhere you look, there are traces of life, and every detail is carefully considered.

Gu Mingde felt increasingly disheartened as he looked at the scene.

Thinking of the man's gentle and caring attitude towards Wen Qinghe, and the fact that the little princess's complexion was no longer as pale as before, all told him that she was being well cared for by that man.

Deep down, he had already begun to believe it, but he still clung to a sliver of hope.

What if Wen Qinghe is willing to go back to the city with him?

...........

When Yan Xiao went to the kitchen to cook, only Wen Qinghe and Gu Mingde remained in the pavilion.

Although he didn't want the two of them to be alone, the kitchen smelled strongly of cooking oil, and he couldn't very well let his wife come in and smell the fumes with him.

He couldn't bear to do that.

All that could be prepared for the little girl were dried fruit and candied fruit, as well as a sponge cake, which were placed in front of her. Where Gu Mingde sat, there was only a bowl and a thermos.

"Comrade Gu, I'm sorry, the food at home is all my wife's favorite snacks. I apologize for the poor hospitality. Please have some plain water."

Gu Mingde: Plain water? Why don't you pour me some water? I only see a bowl!

Fortunately, he wasn't particular about such things and opened the thermos himself, pouring water into a bowl.

Yan Xiao waited until he finished pouring before raising an eyebrow and going to cook.

...

"Sister Wen, we need to go back..."

"Comrade Gu, please call me Comrade Wen or Wen Qinghe."

Gu Mingde paused for a moment, then said, "Qinghe, do you want to come back to Beijing with me? Did that man force you? Don't worry, I'm here to take you back to Beijing."

Wen Qinghe frowned and interrupted him.

"No one forced me. Comrade Gu, before today, I didn't even know who you were."

The man you're talking about is my husband. We're very much in love. If you're worried about me because of my father, then you can go back without worry.

Gu Mingde was stung by her description of her husband, and his words became harsh:

"You're still young, and he's just a country bumpkin! Your mentor is a professor in Beijing; he and you are from completely different worlds!"

If you're worried about not being able to get a divorce since you're already married, don't worry. In rural areas, a wedding banquet alone has no legal effect.

I'll take you back to the capital, and no one will know you were ever married.

"No need for Comrade Gu to worry. My father knows about our marriage and gives his blessing. We have already registered our marriage."

Wen Qinghe's illusions about this so-called beloved student of her father shattered completely.

Unwilling to speak to him any further, she simply said, "I'm a little tired, so I won't keep Comrade Gu company. Comrade Gu, please make yourself at home."

Then I went back to my room.

Gu Mingde couldn't believe that his teacher would marry the little princess to this peasant!

Perhaps it's because the teacher is in a bad situation that he was forced to entrust the matter to that peasant.

He lost his appetite now, since things weren't going well with Wen Qinghe.

He was going to ask the teacher what had happened.

Without informing Yan Xiao, he got up and drove away.

…

Yan Xiao didn't leave. It wasn't that he was petty or jealous, but he was afraid that person would bully his precious baby.

Having just stood in the corner and listened to the whole thing, the man's face had turned as black as ink.

This person actually spread rumors in front of his wife?

He also wants to take his wife away?

He was just about to go out and teach that man a lesson when he heard what his wife said.

He couldn't care less about the man with impure thoughts in the pavilion; all he could think about was his wife saying she was tired.

Worried about her health, I quickly followed her back to her room.

Hearing footsteps, Wen Qinghe turned around and saw the man following her in.

"Where does my baby feel unwell?"

"Um, no, I want a hug."

After saying that, she rushed over and hugged the man's strong waist. Yan Xiao also bent down and embraced the person in front of him.

The sound of an engine came from outside the door, but neither of them paid any attention.

Knowing that the person had left, Wen Qinghe had only wanted to seek comfort by acting coquettishly because she was angry in the pavilion.

Later, feeling the man's firm abdominal muscles beneath her palm, she couldn't resist slipping her small hand inside.

"Hiss, Qingqing... don't move... I'll go close the door..."

After saying that, he gently released her and walked unsteadily to the yard to close the gate.

Wen Qinghe: ? ? ? ?

She just wanted to casually touch his abs, why is she closing the door?

The people who had been watching the commotion outside had long since dispersed as the jeep drove away.

Yan Xiao closed the door and quickly returned to the room, leaning in to kiss the small mouth that pleased him.

She gave him many surprises today.

That's Beijing, after all. He never imagined that a young girl would be willing to give up the chance to return to the city.

Thinking of this, my overflowing love seems to have nowhere to go, and I can only try to prove that this is not a dream by seizing the sweetness between my lips.

She can only belong to him.

No one can take it away.

...

Many things, once done the first time, will happen again.

When Wen Qinghe was kissed until she was dizzy and put on the bed, she felt a chill on her chest. Thinking of her weak legs, she tried to push him away by pressing her small hands against his chest.

"No... um..."

But Yan Xiao silenced her with his lips, and even put her little hands inside her clothes.

"Sweetie, didn't you want to touch my abs? Here you go."

The man's breathing was heavy, his voice hoarse and seductive...

………

Wen Qinghe ate her dinner tonight while nestled in the man's arms, letting him feed her.

Normally, she would never agree to this.

But that man went too far just now!

He...he...he doesn't even mind that...

Wen Qinghe was utterly shocked.

Let him feed us if he wants to; after all, it's not me who's doing the work.

After finishing her bowl of rice, Wen Qinghe couldn't resist the drowsiness and went to sleep.

She was unaware that the man had stayed up all night to finish some handicrafts.

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(Next chapter tomorrow morning at 7 AM.)