Political Commissar Lin intended to delay Zhai Qingping's marriage application and give the young man more time to consider it.

First, the girl came to his door expressing her desire to get married. Then, Zhai Qingping received a phone call from his father in Beijing, who implied that he hoped the young man could get married as soon as possible, settle down, and focus on his work.

Seeing this, Political Commissar Lin stopped interfering and simply handed the marriage report to the relevant department to complete the procedures.

Two days later, after completing the procedures, Zhai Qingping and Fu Jiarong went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificate.

Lu Xiangqian ate the wedding candy again, but felt a little sour inside.

However, he later discovered that the newlywed Zhai Qingping was neither particularly happy nor in a hurry to apply for housing, but was still living in the military academy dormitory.

"Old Zhai, why does your wedding seem like it never happened?" Lu Xiangqian couldn't help but ask.

"What difference could there be? It's just one more person nagging around." Zhai Qingping scoffed, picked up the washbasin and towel, and walked outside.

The bachelor Lu Xiangqian was a little confused when he heard this theory, but he quickly realized: "That's not right. I think Lao Zhou really enjoys his wife nagging him."

Feng Mingshu, who had already boarded the ferry, didn't have the energy to nag Zhou Jinshan; she didn't even have the strength to speak.

Because she was seasick.

Zhou Jinshan quickly poured her water and patted her back.

Feng Mingshu pushed him away, saying, "Leave the basin here, and stay away from me."

After saying that, he started gagging again.

Zhou Jinshan quickly hugged her: "Mingshu, we are husband and wife, there is no need to avoid suspicion. It's okay if you throw up on me."

Feng Mingshu couldn't push him away, so she let him be.

After more than two hours of this ordeal, the ferry finally docked.

She disembarked from the boat, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, and only then did she finally have the mood to appreciate the breathtaking scenery where the sea and sky met.

It was truly beautiful and magnificent; the discomfort I felt in my body quickly dissipated.

At this moment, a young soldier came up to the couple and saluted: "Commander Zhou, I am your bodyguard Xiao Lin. I drove here to pick you and your wife up. Please give me your luggage."

"No need, you lead the way for your sister-in-law, I'll carry the luggage myself."

After loading the luggage into the jeep and getting into the car, Feng Mingshu still couldn't figure out whether Zhou Jinshan was the head or deputy head of the regiment, or whether he had been promoted one or two levels.

It's not appropriate to ask this in front of outsiders.

The island is neither big nor small. After driving for about half an hour, we arrived at the military family compound and finally stopped in front of a two-story building.

Feng Mingshu was somewhat surprised: "Are two families living in the two-story building?"

Zhou Jinshan was also visiting for the first time, and he looked at Xiaolin.

Xiao Lin quickly replied, "No, sister-in-law, there's no one else in this building except you and Commander Zhou. We're close to the sea here, so the air is humid. The first floor is too damp, and many leaders transferred from the north can't get used to it, so the houses built in recent years are all two-story buildings."

Feng Mingshu laughed upon hearing this: "That's pretty good."

This two-story building can't compare to her villa, but it's still a brick house and looks quite new. When I opened the door, I found that the packages that had been sent a while ago were all in the living room on the first floor.

It almost filled the entire living room.

Xiao Lin quickly explained, "Sister-in-law, I don't know how to arrange it, so it's all piled up here. Please give me instructions, and I'll set it up right away."

Feng Mingshu was unsure whether it was appropriate to direct the young comrade to do the work, so she looked at Zhou Jinshan.

Looking at his wife's pale and tired face, Zhou Jinshan took out a chocolate from his pocket and handed it to her: "Have a piece of chocolate first. Xiaolin and I will tidy up the bedroom upstairs, and you can go in and rest. You don't need to worry about anything else."

Xiao Lin looked at his boss in shock. He had never seen anyone on the island dote on his wife like this.

Zhou Jinshan's gaze swept over, and Xiao Lin quickly suppressed his surprise and got back to work.

Feng Mingshu was indeed a little hungry. She unwrapped the chocolate, snapped it in two, put one piece in her mouth, and then, when Xiao Lin wasn't looking, stuffed the other piece into Zhou Jinshan's mouth.

Zhou Jinshan held a chocolate to his cheek, looked down at her, and said with tenderness in his eyes, "I still have some candy in my backpack. Eat a few to tide you over. I'll go to the cafeteria to get food later."

Feng Mingshu waved her hand: "I'm not hungry, you can start cleaning."

After the two men went upstairs, Feng Mingshu didn't really wash his hands of the business.

I first inspected the first floor. Apart from a living room, there was a kitchen and a bathroom. It was very clean, but it was indeed a bit damp.

She took an old towel and wiped the kitchen down, then carried in the kitchen utensils that had been mailed to her, one by one.

When Zhou Jinshan came downstairs and saw this, he quickly took the iron pot from her hand: "The upstairs is all cleaned up. Go wash your hands in the yard and then go upstairs to rest."

The second floor has a courtyard, but no well, only two large water vats, which are full, presumably filled by Xiaolin beforehand.

Feng Mingshu used a ladle to scoop water, first washing a clean towel, then washing her hands with soap.

Suddenly, she noticed something was wrong. She looked up at the courtyard wall and saw several teenagers peering at her from the top of the wall.

Feng Mingshu was taken aback at first, then asked with a smile, "Whose children are you?"

One of the older boys among the children replied, "We're from the Qin family. Which family are you from?"

Hearing the boy's Shandong accent, Feng Mingshu laughed: "I'm from the Zhou family."

The boy tilted his head and thought for a second: "I know, you're the wife of the new Commander Zhou."

"You brats, who gave you permission to climb the wall? Get down here right now!"

A woman's voice rang out from the other side of the courtyard wall. Several children on the wall jumped down in unison, and faint cries of pain could be heard, whether from a fall or from being beaten.

The houses in this area are connected one after another, sharing the same courtyard walls.

From the boy's words, Feng Mingshu roughly guessed that the man next door on the left was surnamed Qin, and the woman was probably his wife, but Feng Mingshu did not plan to visit her now.

Unexpectedly, the woman quickly came over, smiling broadly as she entered the yard to greet her: "You must be the new Commander Zhou's wife, right? I'm from next door. My husband's surname is Qin, and so is mine. You can just call me Sister-in-law Qin." Then she bluntly complimented her, "You're so pretty, and your hands are so white. Is it because you wash your hands and face with soap often?"

As Sister-in-law Qin praised the soap, her eyes were fixed on the milky white soap in the box beside her.

Feng Mingshu was somewhat surprised by Qin's straightforwardness. Seeing that her hands were covered in mud, she picked up the soap and handed it to her, saying with a smile, "Sister-in-law, wash your hands and try it."

Sister-in-law Qin happily accepted it: "Then I won't be polite."

As Feng Mingshu fetched water for her, she smiled and said, "We don't usually use scented soap. This bar was a gift from a friend when Lao Zhou and I got married."