Chapter 361 Chief of Staff Gu's will to survive: Spare me, you tigress!

"You brat, don't touch that injured leg." Gu Beichen lifted his son down and put him on the ground. "Go, get your sister's milk bottle."

Gu Ningjing sat on the mat next to her, chewing on Gu Beichen's medal, drool dripping from her mouth.

Gu Beichen sighed, salvaged the medal, wiped the drool off it, and then gave his daughter a teething toy.

This is his current status.

The lowest price in the family.

This is the scene that Su Yue saw when she pushed her bicycle through the door.

The setting sun cast its rays into the courtyard. Although the man looked helpless, the way he wiped his daughter's mouth was so tender it was almost heart-melting.

"You're back?" Gu Beichen looked up, his eyes lighting up instantly.

He tried to stand up, but Su Yue stopped him with a gesture.

"Don't move. How was today's follow-up checkup?"

"Director Liao said the recovery is going very well, and the callus has already started to grow." Gu Beichen pointed to the kitchen, "There's pork rib soup simmering in the pot, with your favorite lotus root in it."

Su Yue put down her bag, walked over and kissed him on the cheek: "Good job."

As soon as Gu Ping'an saw his mother return, he immediately abandoned his father, rushed over with his short legs, stood still, chest out, and head held high.

The chubby boy raised his hand to his eyebrows, palm facing outwards, and gave a very imperfect salute.

"Reporting, sir! Dad secretly ate a piece of candy today!"

Gu Beichen: "..."

Is this his biological son?

Su Yue raised an eyebrow and looked at Gu Beichen: "Hmm?"

Gu Beichen touched his nose somewhat guiltily: "That was...that was because Ning Jing insisted on feeding me, and she cried when I didn't eat. I was just trying to comfort the child."

"Really?" Su Yue squatted down and pinched Gu Ping'an's little face. "Ping'an, what else did Daddy do?"

Gu Pingan thought for a moment and then reported loudly, "Dad said that Mom is a tigress, and we have to be obedient, or we'll get a spanking!"

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Gu Beichen felt his injured leg starting to ache again. He chuckled awkwardly, trying to explain, "Children say whatever comes to mind, this kid's only half-learned..."

Su Yue stood up, stretched her wrists, and smiled so brightly it sent chills down one's spine.

"Chief of Staff Gu, it seems that your ideological education work over the past three months has not been thorough enough."

She approached step by step.

Gu Beichen leaned back until his back hit the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

"Um... honey, let's talk this out. There's a child here."

"Kids?" Su Yue pointed to the two little ones who were intently taking apart the Jeep model. "They're busy."

She leaned down, placed her hands on either side of Gu Beichen, and trapped him between the chair and the wall.

"I heard I'm a tigress?"

Gu Beichen looked at the face so close to his own, his Adam's apple bobbing. This woman, even when she's angry, is so alluring.

"It's a lie. Absolutely a lie." Gu Beichen raised his hands in surrender. "In my heart, you are Guanyin Bodhisattva."

"Stop being so cheeky." Su Yue bit his chin. "I've finished looking at the factory blueprints. The second phase of expansion requires leveling the wasteland on the east side, and we'll need to hire another fifty workers. If you're free at home tomorrow, write me the recruitment notice."

"Yes, ma'am." Gu Beichen wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her chest. "Write as much as you want. But tonight..."

He gently pinched her lower back.

Can I apply for a reduced sentence?

Su Yue felt a little ticklish from his teasing and laughed as she dodged away, saying, "It depends on how you do."

The atmosphere in the Gu family courtyard was strangely serious.

There was no smoke of gunpowder, only white flour flying everywhere...

Gu Beichen sat in his wheelchair, his injured leg propped up on a small stool, holding a rolling pin in his hand, and tapped the flour-covered floor.

The ground was scribbled all over, but you could vaguely make out that it was a map of the island's defense terrain.

"Gu Ping'an, step forward."

Gu Ping'an, who was just over a year old, was wearing open-crotch pants and his face was smeared like a little white cat. He stood up unsteadily.

The little guy, with his round belly sticking out, tucked the little wooden gun in his hand—actually a large scallion—under his arm with a snap.

"arrive!"

The shout was delivered in a childish, babyish voice, with a hint of drooling.

Gu Beichen, with a stern face, pointed a rolling pin at a block in the pile of flour: "Hill 3, charge."

Gu Ping'an took short strides and ran forward, panting heavily.

Before he could run two steps, he tripped over his own feet and fell into a pile of flour with a thud.

"puff."

A suppressed laugh came from the side.

Gu Ningjing sat on the straw mat, holding a rattle drum in her hand and stuffing it into her mouth. When she saw her brother fall, she didn't cry at all; instead, she clapped her hands happily.

"fool!"

Gu Beichen rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

This batch of recruits is no good.

They're too difficult to manage.

"Ningjing, don't eat that." Gu Beichen stretched out his arm, trying to snatch the rattle from his daughter's mouth. "That's for signaling, not food."

Gu Ningjing held on tightly, blinking her big eyes, pouting, and pausing for two seconds.

"Wow--"

A heart-wrenching cry instantly echoed throughout the courtyard.

Gu Beichen was in a flurry of activity.

He had never panicked while commanding thousands of troops on the battlefield, nor had he ever blinked at the sight of enemy guns, but now he was completely subdued by this little girl who was less than half a meter tall.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Daddy was wrong."

Gu Beichen threw down the rolling pin, took out a White Rabbit milk candy from his pocket, unwrapped it, and stuffed it into his daughter's mouth.

The crying stopped abruptly.

With a candy in her mouth and her cheeks puffed out, Gu Ningjing's expression changed instantly. She grinned at Gu Beichen, and drool dripped down her chin onto Gu Beichen's military pants.

This isn't a daughter, this is a little tyrant.

Gu Beichen sighed, and just as he was about to scoop his son out of the pile of flour, the courtyard gate was pushed open.

Su Yue stood at the door carrying a vegetable basket.

She glanced at the flour scattered on the ground, then at the two children with bruises on their faces, and finally her gaze settled on Gu Beichen.

The "baton" that hadn't been put away yet—the rolling pin—lay forlornly in the pile of flour.

That's what she used to make dumplings.

That bag of flour was high-gluten flour that she had just bought from the supply and marketing cooperative yesterday with a ration coupon.

"Gu Beichen".

Su Yue placed the vegetable basket on the ground. The sound wasn't loud, but it sent a chill down Gu Beichen's spine.

"Is this what you call militarized management?"

Su Yue pointed at the flour on the ground, "You just wasted my high-gluten flour like this?"

Gu Beichen coughed lightly, trying to salvage the situation.

"Honey, this is called a sand table exercise. We need to cultivate tactical awareness from a young age so that we don't fall behind from the start."

He spoke with such seriousness, if one ignored the smear of white flour on the tip of his nose.

Su Yue laughed in exasperation.

She walked over, picked Gu Pingan up from the ground, patted the flour off his little bottom, and wiped Gu Ningjing's mouth.