Shen Jichuan's dormitory was a standard single dormitory, but it was quite well-equipped.

The bed was small, only big enough for him to sleep alone, and the sheets and blankets were neatly made and clean.

On the liver-colored table was a stack of military books, along with a few books, a bottle of ink, and neatly arranged fountain pens.

Shen Jichuan accepted the food brought by the cooks and turned back into the house.

He placed the food on the table and glanced at Wen Qiao standing inside the room.

"Eat something first, and you can sleep here tonight."

Wen Qiao asked instinctively, "What about you? I slept in your room, where did you sleep?"

Shen Jichuan said, "There are beds in the dormitory. I'll stay there for one night. It'll be fine."

Wen Qiao watched him open the lunchbox. The meal was indeed quite plentiful, with meat, vegetables, steamed buns, and some rice.

This must be the food for leading cadres.

Or perhaps the female psychologist wanted to give Shen Jichuan some good food, so she personally instructed the cooks to prepare special meals for him.

"Do you no longer have feelings for me? Or do you harbor resentment towards me for having a wedding with He Muyi abroad? Do you feel that I no longer belong to you, that my body is no longer pure?"

“Wen Qiao.” Shen Jichuan immediately interrupted Wen Qiao with a stern face, “I’ve said before that I respect and support your choice. However, you are divorced from me now, and I can’t be as intimate with you as before.”

He was even worried that if Wen Qiao came to see him this time and was discovered by those people abroad, she would have to go back. How would she face them when she returned?

Wen Qiao simply couldn't understand what Shen Jichuan was saying, or perhaps it was because his stern face made him seem too serious.

Wen Qiao felt that Shen Jichuan had become truly indifferent to her and had changed his mind.

Wen Qiao hummed softly, "I understand."

Shen Jichuan set out the food, and Wen Qiao didn't stand on ceremony. She came here to find Shen Jichuan as soon as she got off the plane. She hadn't eaten lunch, so she had to eat something for dinner, otherwise she wouldn't be able to get through the day.

Seeing her eat, Shen Jichuan finally felt relieved.

It wasn't that he didn't want to be close to Wen Qiao, but given their current status and relationship, and the fact that they were in a military camp, it would not only affect him but also cause some damage to Wen Qiao's reputation.

Shen Jichuan was a little puzzled, though, as Zhao Qingzhou knew that he had come to the post to avoid Wen Qiao, who was returning to China.

Zhao Qingzhou also gave Wen Qiao his address.

Wen Qiao clearly didn't have much of an appetite while eating. She only ate a few mouthfuls of rice and didn't seem to have much of an appetite.

She was actually hungry, but she had no appetite.

After Shen Jichuan finished eating, he noticed that Wen Qiao's bowl of food was barely touched, and her expression looked a little strange.

Shen Jichuan asked, "Wen Qiao, are you feeling unwell? If you are, tell me and I'll go get the army doctor right away."

Wen Qiao looked up at him.

"What's it to you? Didn't you say to keep your distance? Then keep it that way."

"I'm a little tired, so I'll stay in your dorm for the night and leave tomorrow morning. Shen Jichuan, you're always bullying me. You didn't say this to me at all before. Men can change their minds pretty quickly."

For Wen Qiao, she was full of anticipation. She had come back from abroad just to see Shen Jichuan and the children.

But for Shen Jichuan, her married status was important, and her influence on him was significant.

He knew perfectly well that she had no choice but to do this because of that damned mission.

Moreover, she and He Muye had absolutely no real relationship.