His eyes gleamed, and his attitude remained firm as he said, "Manzhi, if you don't dislike me, how could I regret it?"

"Okay, remember what you said today."

Xu Manzhi accepted his money without any trouble.

She is his wife.

It's only natural for him to spend his money.

That's why she's not pretentious.

"Once the Zhou family's affairs are settled, we'll hold the wedding. Wait for me..." to conquer the world.

To get married.

We can't go empty-handed.

We should at least show some sincerity.

She wanted to make money herself, take the empire she had built, and marry the ugly husband with the resolute look in his eyes.

That's great.

His face was ruined, which is why he's been single all this time, until he met her...

"good."

A strange sense of greed arose in Yan Lin's heart.

When he met her, he truly had high hopes.

She desperately hoped that God would have mercy on her, that she could see his sincerity towards her through his ugly face, and that she could look at him with the same eyes she used to look at "ordinary people" for the rest of her life.

On the battlefield, he was arrogant, confident, and decisive.

But on ordinary days, especially when he was around girls, his inferiority complex was indescribable.

Her gaze, like ripples on a lake, pierced through the darkness and filled his heart.

Beautiful...and even more wonderful.

“Then I’ll go first. As for that group of people, I have a rough idea of ​​who it is. See if you can get any useful information out of them,” Xu Manzhi said.

"I will."

When it comes to the life and death of Manzhi, he will never be negligent.

"Bye-Bye."

Xu Manzhi quickly leaned in and gave him a light, quick kiss on the cheek.

Whew.

Whew.

Yan Lin, who never drinks, was surprisingly slightly tipsy.

He chuckled foolishly as he brushed his cheek.

A cherished mystery surged through his chest...

Even after seeing Xu Manzhi off, Yan Lin was still dizzy. It wasn't until Zhou Wen bumped his arm hard that he said irritably, "What's going on?"

Zhou Wen shook his head.

He said, "Look at you, Comrade Xu has been gone all morning and you're still dizzy and absent-minded. If you keep this up, you can forget about participating in the afternoon's activities."

Shooting competitions can be very dangerous.

Yan Lin seemed not to hear his words, raised his eyes to look at Zhou Wen, suppressed his impatience, and said, "Zhou Wen, you went to university, you've read a lot, you've seen a lot, do you really think my face, which looks like a demon, is worthy of being liked?"

Manzhi kissed him three times.

Three times.

He was almost convinced that he could appear in front of people with dignity, just like a normal person.

"Are you obsessed? Does a person's appearance really matter that much? Look at us, who would look down on you, who would even glance at your face?" Zhou Wen mocked.

Although sometimes the new recruits are curious and gossipy, asking about the God of War Yan Luo and paying close attention to Yan Lin's face, once on the battlefield, Yan Lin is an ace in the military region. The survival rate is the highest when they go on missions with him. Even if they are afraid of his ugly face, they still want to be in the same team as him.

In the military, strength is the most important thing.

She doesn't rely on her looks to make a living.

Yan Lin gently stroked his cheek with his fingers, the tender touch still lingering. He greedily circled the scar, not daring to touch the spot she had kissed, her smile echoing in his mind.

He thought: She really is a different kind of girl.

It was only after a very long time, after his perception of her was overturned time and time again, that he realized what kind of wife he had married.