Chapter 65 Where does Qingyun want to kiss?

Jiang Mingxue's eyes widened slightly: "What are you talking about??"

How could there be such a bizarre building name? Rong Chengzhou must be lying to her again.

Rong Chengzhou chuckled: "That's what people in the military call them, because they only have 45 days of leave a year, and most of them can only try to conceive in the family compound."

Jiang Mingxue paused for a moment before asking, "Is this the case for all branches of the military?"

Rong Chengzhou nodded slightly: "Yes."

Jiang Mingxue understood.

No wonder Xiaonan said today that if she's not trying to conceive this time, she'll have to be next time.

The two changed their shoes and went into the living room. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, she turned her head and asked, "Rong Chengzhou, do you want a child?"

This question calmed Rong Chengzhou down.

He then took Jiang Mingxue's hand and sat down on the sofa.

Composing himself, he solemnly said, "I have no plans regarding children for the next two years."

Jiang Mingxue looked up at him in surprise: "Then why were you so eager to please in front of my grandfather back then?"

He even asked her how many she wanted, and she thought he really wanted children.

Rong Chengzhou chuckled: "Grandpa meant well."

Jiang Mingxue glanced at him: "You're so good at playing innocent."

Rong Chengzhou cooked dinner. After dinner, since it was still early, the two of them went downstairs for a walk in the family compound.

The night was quiet, and the poplar trees along the road were arranged more neatly than elsewhere. Even the benches and streetlights were painted dark blue.

The family compound is located inside the air force base. Occasionally, the low roar of fighter jets returning to base can be heard from the clouds. Not far away, several teams of soldiers are conducting evening training exercises.

The evening breeze rustled the poplar trees. Rong Chengzhou held her hand as they walked along the brick path. The streetlights had just come on, and their warm yellow light stretched their shadows long and overlapped.

They rarely have the opportunity to take a walk like this.

“I don’t want children because I don’t want you to have a harder life, and I don’t want them to be without their father,” Rong Chengzhou explained to her.

Jiang Mingxue nodded: "I know. I don't have any obsession with children, and we agreed not to have children before we got married."

“But you have the right to change your mind at any time,” Rong Chengzhou said slowly. “Grandpa’s words make sense. In two more years, you will be past your prime childbearing age.”

Jiang Mingxue smiled indifferently: "No rush, we have a year to consider it."

Rong Chengzhou: "Alright, then it's up to you to decide."

"I will apply to my superiors for extended marriage leave this year, but the exact timing is still uncertain. When would you like to hold the wedding?"

Jiang Mingxue thought for a moment and said, "I'm fine with any time, but I'd like to finish it in the fall. It's too cold to wear a wedding dress in winter, and wearing a base layer will make me look bulky."

Finally, fearing it might put pressure on him, she added, "But actually, it's okay to have a wedding in winter. Anyway, many weddings these days are indoors, and it might even be romantic if it snows."

Rong Chengzhou listened attentively and took notes: "Okay, I understand."

The two chatted as they walked, passing the training ground where loud and clear slogans could be heard. Jiang Mingxue curiously peeked inside.

A group of young air force soldiers with dark skin and a masculine demeanor were doing push-ups on the lawn. Their white t-shirts were soaked with sweat and clung to their skin, revealing glimpses of their muscles beneath the fabric.

Jiang Mingxue couldn't help but take a second look.

Rong Chengzhou tried to pull her hand but couldn't. When he turned around, he saw Jiang Mingxue staring intently at several hot-blooded young recruits doing push-ups.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Let's go."

Jiang Mingxue continued reading without turning her head: "Right away."

"......"

After a few seconds of silence, Rong Chengzhou gently pinched the web of her hand, his usually calm voice lowering:

"Have you seen enough?"

Jiang Mingxue belatedly came to her senses and reluctantly withdrew her gaze from the playground.

"Are other men good-looking?" Rong Chengzhou's grip remained firm.

“Okay…” Jiang Mingxue subconsciously wanted to say “good-looking”, but then she suddenly stopped herself, coughed lightly, and said seriously, “I’m not interested in them. I’m just helping Xu Yan find a blind date.”

Rong Chengzhou sneered, too lazy to expose her.

He simply moved to a spot closer to the training field without making a sound, blocking her view.

Jiang Mingxue tightened her grip on her hand noticeably, controlling her gaze and trying to keep her eyes straight ahead as she walked.

They had only walked a few steps when they bumped into a young couple, just like them, walking hand in hand. They looked to be only twenty-four or twenty-five years old.

They were holding hands and embracing each other sweetly when the boy saw Rong Chengzhou in front of him. He quickly suppressed his playful expression, let go of Rong Chengzhou's hand, and took a big step away.

He saluted them and shouted, "Hello, Captain Rong! Hello, Sister-in-law Rong!"

Jiang Mingxue responded with a smile, and Rong Chengzhou nodded slightly without saying anything polite.

The two couples passed each other by.

Jiang Mingxue noticed the boy's deliberate distancing.

As we walked back to back, I could faintly hear them arguing.

"What are you doing? Why are you so far away from me and not holding my hand!"

The soldier lowered his voice: "It wasn't that I let go on purpose. There are regulations in the army that prohibit holding hands, playing around, or engaging in intimate behavior in the family compound, otherwise it will have a bad influence."

"What's wrong with holding hands? You just don't want to, and you're just making excuses for yourself."

“Oh, baby, I finally get to see you, how could I not want to hold your hand?”

"Okay, then come and take my hand now."

"...Wait, wait, wait until the boss is far away, please, baby."

"Zheng Yinglong, you're a scumbag! I'm going home tonight!"

"No, please! I really didn't mean to..."

"......"

On the empty asphalt road, the sounds of the young couple arguing gradually faded into the distance.

Jiang Mingxue overheard everything and turned around curiously, asking, "Does your military have such a regulation?"

It was her first time visiting the family compound, and she was unaware of all these hidden regulations.

No taking photos, no free entry or exit, no wearing revealing clothing—these were all things several military family members told her yesterday. I never expected there would be a rule against holding hands.

Rong Chengzhou nodded: "There is indeed such a rule. Although it's not a big problem, it's easy to get criticized if the leaders see it."

Jiang Mingxue lowered her eyes to look at their hands: "Then why are you able to hold my hand?"

Rong Chengzhou raised the corners of his lips and turned his head to look at her: "Because I am the leader."

His tone was indifferent, somewhat arrogant, but not offensive.

Jiang Mingxue glanced at him: "Colonel Rong, when did you become so arrogant?"

Rong Chengzhou smiled faintly; he was simply stating the facts.

It's no wonder Rong Chengzhou was arrogant. There were indeed few officers in the army with a higher rank than him. The few who could outrank him were all veteran officers in their fifties, including the commander, deputy commander, and political commissar. They were all soldiers trained by General Rong and treated him like their own son, hoping he would earn more first-class merits for the brigade.

Only capable people have a voice. As long as major military regulations are not violated, such minor issues are usually overlooked. So, although Xing Kaiyu was scolded by the commander that night, the decision was still approved on the spot, and the apartment was the best-designed, newest, and cleanest in the entire family compound.

The streetlights cast a warm yellow glow, blurring the outline of his clear profile and revealing a glimmer of light in his deep eyes.

Jiang Mingxue turned and stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "With such power and influence, is it okay for a leader to kiss and hug you?"

Rong Chengzhou glanced at her and lectured her like an old cadre: "It's best not to, it will have a bad influence."

After all, it's a public place, and holding hands is already the maximum tolerance limit.

Jiang Mingxue didn't intend to kiss or hug him here; she just wanted to tease him.

She grabbed his arm, deliberately stood on tiptoe to get closer to him, hooked her index finger under his chin, and teased, "Boss, can I have a kiss?"

Rong Chengzhou didn't even glance at her, walking straight ahead without looking to the side.

Undeterred, Jiang Mingxue followed, pulling his hand and swaying it back and forth.

"Boss, don't be so aloof."

Rong Chengzhou's jawline was noticeably taut, but his strong self-control and discipline made him nothing to fear.

She took big steps forward: "Peipei, stop fooling around."

Jiang Mingxue ignored him and affectionately wrapped her arms around his forearms:

"Boss, just one kiss."

Her soft breasts inevitably brushed against him, and Rong Chengzhou's prominent Adam's apple bobbed slightly. Knowing she was doing it on purpose, he still went along with her:

"I'll kiss you again when we get back."

"No." Jiang Mingxue didn't want to kiss him at all; he just liked seeing his expression on the verge of breaking down. "I won't let you kiss me when we go back. I want to kiss you here."

Rong Chengzhou silently took a deep breath: "This isn't a suitable place."

He looked away from her, remaining unmoved no matter how much she tried to charm and entice him.

Jiang Mingxue was completely defeated; she hadn't expected Rong Chengzhou to be so composed.

She stood back obediently and stopped teasing him.

With half the distance to their family quarters still to go, Jiang Mingxue looked down at her shadow on the ground, inwardly marveling at how deeply military regulations were ingrained in people's minds.

Normally, he would stick to her for over ten hours without wanting to leave, but now he's become a virtuous man who remains unmoved even with a woman in his lap.

Jiang Mingxue deeply admired Rong Chengzhou's self-control, seeing him as two different people, one for internal affairs and one for external affairs.

"Ah—" Just as she was lost in thought, a strong force suddenly came from her wrist, pulling her towards the corner of the wall covered with green vines. Jiang Mingxue couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

It was a dead corner between two buildings. The once bright and open view had become dark, and even the wind was blocked out. My back was pressed against the cool wall, but my head was resting on the man's palm. I didn't feel any pain.

Before she could react, the man she had just respectfully called "Liu Xiahui" pressed down on her, blocking out the only sliver of light.

Jiang Mingxue held her breath instantly: "Rong Chengzhou, what are you doing...?"

Before she could finish speaking, a scorching heat descended upon her.

The man's hand, resting behind her head, gently clasped the back of her neck, his voice slightly hoarse and rising at the end:

"Weren't you going to kiss me?"

His fingertips brushed against the corner of her slightly parted lips in surprise, burning with an intense allure, his deep voice unusually husky:

"Peipei, where do you want to be kissed?"