Chapter 89 You're so ugly, why would I agree to go on a blind date with you?

"Then I'll just call you Uncle, that way it'll be more legitimate."

Upon hearing her words, Huo Zhenhua froze. A sense of powerlessness surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he felt as if his energy and spirit had been instantly drained away, leaving him visibly frustrated.

He glared at Wang Qinglin, who was eavesdropping, his eyes fixed on the girl's pretty and delicate face, and said through gritted teeth, "Can't you just call me brother?"

Or it could be a lover, so how did it become a younger brother-in-law?

He felt a sense of powerlessness and helplessness, like a scholar encountering a soldier.

But then I remembered her saying that she learns everything quickly, except cooking; she can only boil food.

Could it be that she's completely clueless when it comes to love, even less adept at it than cooking?

Forget it, I'll teach myself what I like slowly!

Before Su Meng could speak, he quickly added, "You've never been in a relationship, so you don't know how treacherous people can be."

If any sleazy men approach you in the future, you can tell me so I can help you spot them, okay?

He was very serious, as if he would keep staring at her if she didn't agree.

He exuded an aura that left no room for argument, like a collapsing building, firmly enveloping her and making the surrounding air seem thinner.

I'm having some difficulty breathing.

She frowned, a rebellious streak quietly emerging within her. Stubbornly meeting his gaze, she saw only his earnestness and persistence. Her heart trembled, and her heart pounded in her chest as if it were about to leap out.

"Okay!" Forced by his intimidation, she obediently nodded.

With the help of Huo Zhenhua and Wang Qinglin, the missing furniture in Su Meng's dormitory was quickly moved over from the logistics department, filling the empty room to the brim.

She got three townhouses all by herself.

One room serves as a study, one bedroom, and one living room.

“My place is spacious. But my uncle’s house is too crowded. Sigh! I wish I could bring my whole family to live here.”

Wang Qinglin carried in a table and joked, "It's only because there are few female colleagues in your research institute that the regimental commander couldn't have gotten you three rooms."

Comrade Su, according to regulations you are not allowed to bring family members here, but our regimental commander can.

Upon hearing this, Su Meng's eyes lit up, but then dimmed again in an instant.

She pouted, "That's your commander's, not mine, stop talking nonsense!"

Wang Qinglin glanced at someone who had rolled up their sleeves to clean the furniture, leaned closer and said, "Why don't you just marry the regimental commander?"

Su Meng was stunned and stared at Wang Qinglin in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

Then, she said even more softly than Wang Qinglin, "Your regimental commander is so cold, who would dare to come near him?"

After saying that, she crossed her arms playfully and shivered.

Wang Qinglin suppressed a laugh, glanced at the person who was working diligently, feeling smug but daring not to speak.

Huo Zhenhua seems to have gotten used to being hurt by her.

He glared at Wang Qinglin, then turned to Su Meng and said gently, "It's damp and cold here in winter. I'll buy a wood-burning stove next time."

Su Meng was most afraid of the cold, so she casually asked, "Is it colder than Shanghai? I miss the fireplace at home when I was a child."

Why don't we use a heated kang (a traditional heated platform bed), like the ones in Northeast China? I'm afraid of the cold!

Huo Zhenhua silently kept it in mind. He couldn't conjure up a fireplace, but a heated kang bed was no problem for him.

When I was on a mission in Northeast China, I used a heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed), which was indeed more convenient, warmer, and safer than a wood-burning stove.

As evening approached, the dormitory was already set up.

Su Meng planned to invite them to her home for dinner.

But when I turned around, I saw Wang Qinglin's retreating figure.

"Hey! Comrade Wang."

She called out after him, but Huo Zhenhua stopped her, saying, "Don't worry about him! He needs to go back to training."

Su Meng gave a soft "oh," her gaze sweeping over Huo Zhenhua before she said enviously, "Being a regimental commander is still the best, so free!"

Huo Zhenhua's lips curled up slightly. "Really? Keep up the good work, and I'm sure you'll surpass me soon."

Just as Su Meng was about to speak, she saw someone walking over.

The newcomer wore a white dress with a fitted waist and small chrysanthemums. Her most striking feature was her pair of large, round eyes. Two long braids hung down in front of her chest, giving her a neat and tidy appearance.

She blurted out, "What a beautiful dress."

She flew over like a bird returning to its nest.

She was about to greet him warmly when the woman, her face flushed and her eyes burning, looked at the man beside her, her excited smile stretching to her ears.

She was like a glowing pink cloud, with pink bubbles surging towards Huo Zhenhua.

"Huo Zhenhua, you're back!"

Her clear, sweet voice was like honey, and her bright, sparkling eyes held only Huo Zhenhua.

At this moment, Su Meng and everything else became mere background scenery.

Huo Zhenhua is her everything.

Surprise flashed in Su Meng's eyes, and her heart felt inexplicably like a balloon that had been maliciously punctured, leaking air.

My heart is deflated, empty!

She didn't understand why she had such a misconception, but she was used to being independent since childhood, so she managed her expression well, remaining calm and detached as if watching fireworks from the sidelines.

Huo Zhenhua didn't miss the surprise in her eyes, but he also didn't get to see her anger or hear her accusations.

In an instant, boundless disappointment felt like someone had played a prank on you in winter, pouring a bucket of ice water over your head and face, leaving you feeling icy cold.

So refreshing!

Although he had long known that the girl had no romantic feelings for him, reality cruelly crushed any lingering hope he had.

My heart is bleeding.

Even so, as the man lunged at him, he pulled Su Meng in front of him, preventing her from being pounced on.

When the man saw that he was hugging Su Meng, he stomped his feet in anger.

She looked at Huo Zhenhua with a wronged expression, clutching her handbag tightly, looking pitiful. "Huo Zhenhua?"

Huo Zhenhua stood behind Su Meng, expressionless, his voice icy, radiating the same cold and aloof aura that Su Meng was familiar with. "This lady, please have some self-respect!"

"I'm Sun Qiao! We went on a blind date and then you went on a mission, don't you remember?"

She spoke with conviction, her eyes blurry with tears as she looked at Huo Zhenhua, then her gaze returned to Su Meng, as if she had discovered a new continent.

His face darkened instantly, his fingers trembling as they darted back and forth between Huo Zhenhua and Su Meng, looking at them as if they were scumbags, as if he had suffered a great humiliation. "You, what is your relationship?"

"Huo Zhenhua, you wouldn't admit that after going on a blind date with me, you took a liking to the new girl, Su Meng, wouldn't you? That's harassment, don't you know that?"

Huo Zhenhua glanced quickly at Su Meng, then rubbed his temples and looked at the blustering but cowardly Sun Qiao, saying almost ruthlessly, "There are plenty of people who want to go on blind dates with me, who do you think you are?"

"You're so ugly, why would I agree to go on a blind date with you? Go look in the mirror first."

Upon hearing this, Sun Qiao was stunned.

She pointed at Huo Zhenhua incredulously, her voice trembling, "You, you, you..."

She angrily uttered "you" several times, then glared fiercely at Su Meng, covered her face with her hands, and ran away crying.

Su Meng was caught in the crossfire, looking blankly at Sun Qiao, then tilting her head to look at Huo Zhenhua, "No wonder you're still single, your emotional intelligence is questionable!"

Huo Zhenhua: "......"

This heartless little brat is now criticizing his emotional intelligence.

Aren't you afraid she'll take her anger out on you?

Su Meng shrugged. "What's the use of being afraid? At worst, when she makes a scene, I'll just tell you to handle it yourself."

Huo Zhenhua smiled with pleasure, "You're a quick learner! You can come to me if you need anything in the future, understand?"

Su Meng was about to retort when she remembered his sharp tongue, and swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth with difficulty.

"Let's go home for dinner."

However, as soon as they stepped out of the gun research institute, they were stopped at the door by Sun Qiao and a woman.