Chapter 19 Huo Tingkun, Let’s Separate

Fortunately, Jiang Cha had been holding Ye Surong's arm to support her, so she didn't really fall down.

"Did you hear that sound just now?"

Ye Surong desperately wanted to hear the answer from Jiang Cha's mouth to prove that she was not hallucinating.

Jiang Cha said "hush" to her, and the two of them walked quietly into the grove together.

"Brother Huo, I'm in this state now, can't you give me a hand?"

Wang Qing's voice rang out again. Jiang Cha and Ye Surong hid behind a thick tree and saw the scene in front of them clearly.

Huo Tingkun frowned. Three men were lying in front of him. Wang Qing's collar was torn open by someone, revealing her collarbone and half of her shoulder. The rest of her clothes were tightly grasped by her hands.

She looked at Huo Tingkun hesitantly, with tears in her eyes, as if she was about to fall. She was shocked and afraid, and I felt sorry for her. Any soft-hearted man would not have the heart to reject her like this.

What's more, the man from Wang Qing's family died to save Huo Tingkun. Although Bai Jianjun made the most correct decision on the battlefield that year and pushed Huo Tingkun away from the front of the artillery position, saving the lives of all the remaining brothers who had retired from their army, Huo Tingkun still felt guilty.

Huo Tingkun clenched his fists, and Ye Surong's heart tightened as well.

Jiang Cha pushed Ye Surong and said, "Hurry up and go."

Ye Surong's heart was in a mess. Jiang Cha whispered in her ear, "Mom, what happened between you and Uncle Huo is our family affair. You have to protect Uncle Huo's reputation outside. After all, you are the woman whose name is written on the same marriage certificate as Uncle Huo."

Jiang Cha encouraged her, and Ye Surong finally adjusted her mentality temporarily. She walked out from behind the big tree and walked towards Huo Tingkun gently and firmly.

"Su Rong, why are you here?"

"I'll take you home for dinner."

Wang Qing never expected that Ye Surong would appear here at this time. She hadn't succeeded yet, and now Ye Surong was here. How could she continue the show?

"Uncle Huo, what's going on?"

Jiang Cha also rushed out from behind the big tree, "Isn't this Aunt Wang? What happened to you?"

Wang Qing was surprised to find that there was someone standing behind her.

"I met these hooligans on my way home from get off work. I've already asked someone to go back and report it. Someone will be here soon to arrest them."

Huo Tingkun held Ye Surong's hand and said, "I'm sorry for making you worry. I should have sent someone back to give you a message."

"Are you okay?"

You are already in your forties, and you are fighting three people at the same time. Do you really think you are still young?

Ye Surong looked Huo Tingkun up and down. Huo Tingkun was very touched by Ye Surong's concern.

"These three bastards can't do anything to me."

The two people talked as if no one was around, and Jiang Cha walked step by step to Wang Qing.

"Aunt Wang, now that you're out of danger, you should put your clothes on first before we talk. You're so disheveled and asked Uncle Huo to help you. It's a good thing my mother and I heard this. If others misunderstood, wouldn't Uncle Huo's reputation be ruined by you?"

The moment Huo Tingkun held Ye Surong's hand, Jiang Cha saw clearly the jealousy in her eyes.

This woman might have been directing and acting in today's drama, just to make it easier for her to rely on Uncle Huo and drive her mother away, killing two birds with one stone.

Jiang Cha reached out and pulled Wang Qing's clothes. The pure cotton fabric wrapped around her exposed shoulders. Jiang Cha kindly helped Wang Qing up from the ground.

She was taller than Wang Qing. She bent down to tidy up Wang Qing's messy hair and warned in a low voice, "Aunt Wang, am I right?"

Wang Qing forced a smile that was uglier than crying, "Yes, I was inconsiderate."

This girl is even more difficult to deal with than that woman Ye Surong.

For some reason, just by looking at her like that, Jiang Cha made her feel panicky that her lies would be exposed at any moment.

Jiang Cha whispered in her ear, "You are much more sensible than your daughter!"

Wang Qing was startled again. Jiang Cha brushed the dust off her body and said, "Aunt Wang, your daughter accidentally broke her leg and has been sent to the infirmary!"

"What? Yaoyao, my Yaoyao!"

How could Wang Qing care about anything else? She ran towards the infirmary.

"Commander Huo, I've brought some people here. How's your situation?"

Huo Tingkun's bodyguard Fu Tianyou got off the military vehicle and rushed to Huo Tingkun quickly.

"They are just a few minions. Take them away for questioning."

"yes."

Fu Tianyou brought two soldiers, and together with Fu Tianyou, the three of them, each holding a gangster in one hand, stuffed the man into the car and drove away.

Only when there was no one around did Ye Surong shake off Huo Tingkun's hand, turn around and go home without saying a word.

"Su Rong, wait for me."

Jiang Cha followed worriedly.

As soon as she returned to the house, Ye Surong began to pack her luggage. She took out her bag, opened the cabinet, and put her clothes in. She put one in and Huo Tingkun took one out. She repeated this three times. Finally, Ye Surong couldn't stand it anymore.

"Huo Tingkun, let's separate!"

She shouldn't be here at all. Ye Surong felt that she was like a vicious woman who broke up a couple who should have ended up together.

"You know what you're saying? We just got married."

"Because we just got married and haven't reached the point where we're inseparable, ending this wrong marriage as soon as possible is the best solution right now."

"How do you know I haven't reached this point?" Huo Tingkun stepped forward without hesitation and pressed Ye Surong into his arms. "I've already explained the relationship between Wang Qing and me to you. You said you would understand."

"Didn't you realize she had feelings for you?"

Ye Surong struggled twice but failed to break free from Huo Tingkun's arms. She tilted her head back, tears streaming down her cheeks and onto Huo Tingkun's military uniform. "I thought I could accept it, but today I realize that I can't accept it."

Huo Tingkun didn't know what happened in the family compound. He buried his face in Ye Surong's neck. "I didn't intend to pull her, and I didn't even look at her. I never gave her the wrong signal. You believe me, okay?"

Jiang Cha stood outside the door and hesitated for a while, but still didn't go in.

She stood in front of the outer wall between 304 and 305, but heard rustling sounds coming from the next room.

Jiang Cha went over in search of the sound.

Huo Jingchuan didn't know what he was looking for at home.

Jiang Cha knocked on the door.

Huo Jingchuan poked his head out from under the sofa.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Huo Jingchuan blinked and took out a square iron box from under the sofa without saying a word.

This is a biscuit box. It looks a bit old. A lot of the red paint has fallen off, revealing mottled rust, which makes it look very old.

"Want to see my dad's secret?"

Jiang Cha blinked. Is this... something she can see?

A faint smile appeared on Huo Jingchuan's stern face. "Cha Cha, come here."

Chacha?

I don’t know why, but these two words sounded so magical when they came out of Huo Jingchuan’s mouth.

Huo Jingchuan sat on the sofa and opened the iron box in his arms.

Jiang Cha walked over doubtfully.

Huo Jingchuan patted the seat next to him.

Ginger tea sit down.

The box just opened.

The iron box, about the size of three of Huo Jingchuan's palms, was filled with letters.

There were beige envelopes, each with a different stamp on it.

Huo Jingchuan picked out a letter at random and handed it to Jiang Cha.

The address filled in with vigorous and powerful handwriting was Ye Family Mansion.

Recipient: Ye Surong.

Jiang Cha didn't open the envelope.

Huo Jingchuan had no intention of opening it. He randomly picked up letters, and on each letter, the same address and the same recipient were written.

"This is?"

"This is the letter my father wrote to Aunt Ye, as well as the suicide note he wrote before going on an emergency mission. For over 20 years, my father didn't send a single letter. He put them all in this box."

Jiang Cha was shocked. There were at least fifty letters in this box.

For more than 20 years, Uncle Huo has been writing letters to my mother, but he has never sent a single one.

Doesn't his wife have any objections?

"Your father has been writing letters to my mother, so your mother..."

Huo Jingchuan sighed and stuffed the iron box in his arms into Jiang Cha's arms.

"My mom and dad are not what you think."

Huo Jingchuan did not explain too much. Old Huo had given up so much for him and Huo Jingye!

He is already in his forties, and fortunately he has found his lost lover again. Neither he nor Huo Jingye can hold Old Huo back.

"Also, my dad and Wang Qing, it's okay. He's never asked Wang Qing to do his laundry, but you know, there are only three rough men in our family, and we live a relatively casual life. We save our clothes and wash them every two days. Wang Qing always takes our clothes to wash secretly when we're not paying attention."

Jiang Cha was stunned. How could this be possible?

"My mom and I have only been here for two days, and Wang Qing's mother and daughter are already buying groceries and cooking to entertain us. They even came to me and told me that your pen was left with her. They look more like the hostess of your family!"

When Jiang Cha said this, the expression on her face was both coquettish and pretentious. Far from being annoying, she looked quite cute.

Huo Jingchuan stood up, untied the apron around his waist, and threw it casually on the back of the chair.

"Wang Qing's lover died saving my father. Although swords and guns are blind on the battlefield, my father still can't get over it. So, when Wang Qing showed him attention, although he couldn't refuse directly, every time he accepted something from her family, my father would convert it into money and return it to her. She was a woman, and raising a child was not easy. If we still took advantage of her, what kind of people would we be?"

"Is that so?"

"Besides, Old Huo only calls Aunt Ye's name even in his dreams. If it weren't for what happened to your grandpa, Old Huo would never have been able to get married in his life!"

Huo Jingchuan looked at Jiang Cha's fair and well-behaved face, took out one hand, pressed the soft top of Jiang Cha's head, and pushed down the two standing hairs on Jiang Cha's head.