Chapter 130

Chen Zhaoyue pulled her lips with a forced smile: "Thank you so much! You are very good at comforting people. Don't comfort me next time."

No news is the best news. She must be 100% sure that Wen Yanxi is safe.

During the past few days when Wen Yanxi was away on a mission, Chen Zhaoyue had been eating at Wen's house, and she treated Wen Qing as her dining partner.

Through the interactions at the dinner table these past few days, Shen Zhaoyue discovered that Wen Qing had no bad intentions, but he just had low emotional intelligence. When he wasn't talking, he looked like a decent person, but when he spoke, especially when he spoke to her, he was like a quarreling elementary school kid.

Chen Zhaoyue wouldn't indulge him, so the two of them wouldn't talk more than a few sentences before they started bickering with each other.

Wen Qing curled his lips: "I comforted you, and you didn't thank me, and you even despised me."

Chen Zhaoyue smiled at Wen Qing, but that smile was clearly not sincere: "I didn't ask you to comfort me. You know how thoughtless you are when you speak. You should be glad that I didn't give you two injections to make you shut up."

Chen Zhaoyue narrowed her eyes slightly: "Or do you want to experience the feeling of being speechless?"

Wen Qing choked and glared at Chen Zhaoyue: "The book says that only women and villains are difficult to raise. It's absolutely right!"

Chen Zhaoyue sneered: "Oh, you still know that only women and villains are difficult to raise? Then you should know the saying that the sting of a wasp is the most poisonous, and the heart of a woman is the most poisonous, right? If my needle can save your life, it must be more poisonous than the sting of a wasp!"

Facing Chen Zhaoyue's half-smile, Wen Qing shuddered and his hair stood on end.

This woman looks harmless, how could she say such cruel words with such a sweet voice?

Wen Qing lowered his head and ate his meal quickly, but he didn't look very afraid of Chen Zhaoyue, nor did he take her words about being stabbed in the face seriously.

Seeing that Chen Zhaoyue's mood seemed to be better than before, Wen Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Never mind. This wasn't the first time he'd been left speechless by Shen Zhaoyue's criticism. Wen Qing was used to it. As long as it could distract her, he'd make some sacrifices.

Chen Zhao didn't know that Wen Qing thought she was worried about Wen Yanxi, so he deliberately interrupted her.

She was actually thinking that when she returned to the clinic after dinner, she would take some herbs out of the space and put them in the pharmacy to make life easier.

Before she could figure out what was going on, Wen Qing interrupted her thoughts by bringing in his braised pork.

After dinner, Chen Zhaoyue returned to the health center.

Chen Zhaoyue and Wen Qing parted ways at the cafeteria entrance.

Wen Qing had just walked a short distance when two soldiers from the same regiment rushed over, one hugging his neck.

Wen Qing staggered as the two of them pulled him, and he almost threw the lunch box in his hand away.

"Pai Wen! You're so lucky!" The soldier on the left, who had his arm around Wen Qing's neck, nudged him in the stomach with his elbow and smiled ambiguously, "We all saw you just now. You took the initiative to go find that female comrade with the food!"

The soldier on the right who was hugging Wen Qing's neck chuckled and said, "Will we be able to drink at Wen Pai's wedding soon?"

Although Wen Qing is the commander's grandson, he is not arrogant. Everyone in the regiment has a good relationship with him. Usually, a group of young people get together and talk about everything.

Wen Qing rolled his eyes at the two of them and responded with an elbow: "When is the wedding banquet? You should ask my uncle."

The two little soldiers' mischievous smiles froze: "Huh?"

Wen Qing smirked and said, "The woman sitting across from me just now is my uncle's wife, Doctor Shen from the health center, and the heroine who captured the enemy spy and was commended in the last report—Shen Zhaoyue!"

The two little soldiers stopped laughing immediately after hearing this.

They dared to joke with Wen Qing, but they didn't dare to make trouble with Wen Yanxi.

By then, forget about the wedding banquet, what awaits them might be a cross-country trek with a heavy load.

They were far away and couldn't see Chen Zhaoyue clearly. The two soldiers laughed awkwardly, "So she's your aunt."

Hearing this address, Wen Qing felt a little complicated, but he quickly concealed his strange emotions and changed the subject: "Still no news about the people on the mission of the Fourth Regiment?"

Don’t be fooled by Wen Qing’s relaxed words when he comforted Chen Zhaoyue, saying that no news is the best news. In fact, he is no less worried about Wen Yanxi than Chen Zhaoyue.

Precisely because he was also a member of the army and had been on missions before, he knew how dangerous Wen Yanxi's mission was. It was no exaggeration to say that it was a life-or-death situation.

It is undeniable that Wen Yanxi is very powerful and has strong combat capabilities, but it is easier to avoid an open attack than to guard against an arrow from the dark. Those enemy spies lurking among the masses are insidious and vicious, and it is difficult to guard against them.

After Wen Qing asked the question, the smiles on the two little soldiers' faces were replaced by solemn expressions.

They both shook their heads and guessed, "I haven't heard anything about him, but he should be back soon."

The soldier on Wen Qing's right patted his shoulder and said, "Others may not understand the Wen Group, but don't you know the strength of the Wen Group? Don't worry, the Wen Group will definitely complete the mission successfully this time."

Wen Qing pursed his lips and nodded, hoping that his uncle would successfully complete the mission and return safely, otherwise Shen Zhaoyue would have to change his name to Shen Jiefan.

In the evening, Chen Zhaoyue went to the Wen family for dinner. Wen Qing was afraid that she would lose her appetite because of worrying about Wen Yanxi, so he frantically picked up food for her.

Looking at the various dishes piled up like a small mountain in the bowl, Chen Zhaoyue smiled politely at Wen Qing, her gentle voice sounding a little sinister: "Hand cramp? Do you want me to give you an injection to heal it?"

When Wen Qing heard her words, he turned the piece of fish that was about to be put in her bowl and put it in Wen Qimin's bowl.

Chen Zhaoyue, this woman, really doesn't know what's good for her.

Wen Qimin looked at the abnormal Wen Qing. It is said that those who show kindness to others without any reason are either treacherous or thieves. Could it be that this brat has done something stupid that deserves a beating again?

Wen Qimin narrowed his old eyes, which were full of brilliance, and with a dry laugh, he praised Wen Qing: "You little brat have finally grown up."

Wen Qing laughed dryly and picked up another piece of greens for Wen Qimin with his chopsticks: "Grandpa, please eat more."

Without Wen Qing's crazy food-grabbing, Chen Zhaoyue didn't have to worry about her stomach bursting.

After dinner, Chen Zhaoyue said goodbye to Wen Qimin. Wen Qimin didn't keep her and sent her out with Wen Qing.

Until Chen Zhaoyue's figure disappeared around the corner, the smile on Wen Qimin's face was gradually replaced by a serious and scrutinizing look.

Wen Qimin turned back to the house and asked Wen Qing, who was following behind him, what happened today: "What did you say wrong again to make your aunt unhappy?"

Apart from the fact that Wen Qing said the wrong thing, Wen Qimin really couldn't think of any reason why Wen Qing was being so attentive to Chen Zhaoyue.

Wen Qing was confused by the question: "Huh? I didn't say anything?"

Wen Qimin didn't believe it: "You didn't provoke her, so why were you frantically picking up food for her during dinner just now? Don't you know that your aunt has a small appetite?"