Well, as long as he's her fiancé, he has to keep a good eye on her. He'll do whatever it takes to fulfill his duty.

She nodded slightly. "Fiancé, come here! Make the bed, fetch hot water, wash the lunchbox. There's a kerosene stove in the nylon tote bag."

"Take it out and light it, warm the liquor in the glass bottle, and then go get a few meals from the dining car."

I stomped my already numb little feet and went back inside. It was so cold; it was incredibly cold in Heilongjiang Province.

How can a green train be without alcohol and a license?

Isn't he her fiancé? Throughout history, anyone who wants to be a concubine must first learn to serve the master.

Old Master Ruan naturally had his second wife completely under his control.

Behind him, Jing Si's gaze was sinister as he carried out her instructions one by one, under her roof...

Once he returns to Beijing, he will repay this woman tenfold, no, a hundredfold, for the humiliation she inflicted upon him!

Holding two lunchboxes in his hand and two more in his arms, Jing Si, who was determined to make a move towards the dining car, was about to walk when a tall and burly soldier walked out of the next private room.

Without saying a word, he followed behind.

Jing Si turned around several times, "Is something the matter?"

Soldier: Yes, of course. If you don't follow along, what if you poison the leader's food or spit on him?

He didn't speak, but silently followed behind Jing Si, his eyes sharp as an eagle.

Meanwhile, in the Ruan family home in Beijing, the lights were off, and Ruan Kangri, sitting in a dark corner, picked up the phone.

"Hey! My granddaughter and your grandson have already boarded the train back to Beijing."

"Get everything ready. When the train arrives, you can take the two young people directly to get their marriage certificate."