After Hu Keke and Li Jinfeng went back to work, Zhao Huanhuan and Zhang Zheying said goodbye and also went home.

She took a shower, rested for a while, and then began to conceive the layout of the factory. Although she wanted He Jun to provide a plan, she also needed to have a general idea in mind.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, she also drew a simple plan for the future of the factory.

Just as she was about to start making a job structure diagram for the factory, she heard the sound of a key turning in her front door.

She turned to look at the door and saw Lin Yuan had returned.

She glanced at the clock on the wall in surprise. "So early today?"

Lin Yuan was pleasantly surprised to find her at home.

He changed his shoes, walked over to her, bent down, and put his arm around her.

Zhao Huanhuan looked up at him. "What's wrong?"

Lin Yuan saw her sitting at the table writing in only a bathrobe, and his heart fluttered. He bent down, picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom.

Seeing that he wasn't saying anything and was just hugging her, Zhao Huanhuan knew he had something on his mind, so she stopped him from kissing her.

“Speak,” she asked, staring at him.

"I have to go on a business trip tonight, and I'll be gone for three months." He looked down at her, lost in thought.

"I'm sorry, Huanhuan, you have to go now. I could have helped you, but the mission is urgent. A small team of mine is going there, and I have to go with them. I can't let anything happen to any of them."

So that's how it is. Zhao Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him down, and kissed him. "I don't need your help. Your matter is more important. It's a matter of national importance. I can take my time with my affairs, but yours are matters of life and death. I understand you."

Lin Yuan sighed softly, lowered his head and kissed her lips passionately and urgently. He felt very guilty. Every time Huanhuan was at her busiest and most critical moment, a major task would come up on his end. It was really a coincidence, but this coincidence seemed to be deliberately arranged by God.

"Draw the curtains, do you want others to see?" Zhao Huanhuan smiled helplessly and reminded him when she saw his eagerness.

Lin Yuan hummed in agreement, got up to draw the curtains, and while taking off her clothes, she didn't forget to take the family planning supplies from the bedside table.

Yuancheng has now begun requiring women who have given birth to undergo sterilization surgery.

The neighborhood committee on her parents' side also spoke to her once, but because Zhao Huanhuan's household registration is now in Linyuan, the neighborhood committee on her parents' side can't control her; they only reminded her twice when they saw her.

As for Lin Yuan, because he is a soldier, he has not yet required Zhao Huanhuan and other young female family members to undergo sterilization surgery.

After using two contraceptives, Zhao Huanhuan was so tired that her legs went weak. She grabbed his hand and pulled him down to lie down, not letting him move anymore. If it happened again, she wouldn't be able to get out of bed for the rest of the day.

Lin Yuanyi complied, embracing her and covering her with a thin blanket to let her rest.

"Aren't you tired? You're over thirty and still so greedy." Zhao Huanhuan poked his chest and muttered a complaint.

She was thirty-three, and he was thirty-eight. There was a five-year age difference between them!

Lin Yuan smiled and said, "It's alright. I train every day, so my stamina is still good. This is only twice, so I'm not tired. Have you forgotten how many we can use at once?"

"Stop, let's change the subject." Zhao Huanhuan quickly stopped him from continuing on this topic.

Lin Yuan chuckled a few times, gently stroking her smooth back, and softly hummed in agreement, "I'm heading south this time. They'll provide all the necessities there, so I won't bring anything except my ID card."

"I suppose I can't write to you either. I won't know what's going on at home until I get back. So, if you encounter any problems that you can't resolve, just go to Director Ding."

"Okay!" Zhao Huanhuan agreed.

"Also, you can take your time to tidy up your factory. There's no rush. If you're having cash flow problems, apply for a loan at the credit union. Remember to ask Director Ding to take you there; he has a way to help you get the loan."

"You don't need to worry about his favors. I'll arrange it when I get back. He'll need my help if he needs it," Lin Yuan said softly, afraid that she was under too much pressure.

To better protect his wife, he now has many connections that he can use, and none of them violate military principles and morality.

Having served in the military for many years, he knew very well what he could and could not do.

“Okay,” Zhao Huanhuan agreed.

"Take care of yourself while you're out there. Like I said, I hope you don't have to be a soldier. All I want is for you to come back alive," Zhao Huanhuan said softly, tracing the outline of his brow bone with her finger.

Lin Yuan's throat tightened after hearing this, and she softly hummed in agreement, then kissed her lips.

Huanhuan would say this every time he went on a critical mission.

The couple lingered until six o'clock before getting up, tidying up, and going to their parents' house for dinner.

An'an now lives with his grandparents and goes to school.

When the Lin couple heard that Lin Yuan was going on another business trip that night, they sighed inwardly. Every time Huanhuan was busiest, Lin Yuan would be away on a business trip. This time, he would be gone for three months. They both felt that their son was doing it on purpose.

But they knew it wasn't true. In the military, one has no choice but to follow one's own path, especially now that their son has a higher position and greater responsibilities.

Lin Yuan didn't see An An when he left. This autumn, An An was admitted to Yuancheng No. 1 Middle School and started her first year of high school.

When he came back from evening self-study, he found out that his father had gone on a business trip again.

As a high school student, he knew the importance and danger of his father's job, so he could only silently pray for his father's safe return.

Knowing that his father had passed away, An'an decided to go back to his own home to stay with his mother. He now rides his bicycle to school by himself, so it's very convenient for him to go back to his own home.

Zhao Huanhuan was very happy to know that her son was so filial. That night, after taking him home, she even helped him rearrange the bedroom.

In the days that followed, Zhao Huanhuan became busy with things at the factory, would go to the store whenever he had free time, and would go home on time to cook dinner for An'an. He would still eat lunch at his grandfather's house.

When the seasons change, she still takes her father or mother out to buy goods, and also takes the opportunity to let them see the outside world.

Two months passed in this busy routine.

Just as he himself said, after Lin Yuan left, not a single message came back.

After more than two months, Zhao Huanhuan's factory has undergone a complete transformation.

The old iron gate was demolished, and the old street-facing wall was rebuilt as a new street-facing wall for the factory area. Three ground-floor shops were also built facing the street, and a new high-end and classy gate was constructed.

The gate was changed to a wide gate measuring 3.3 meters, and the old two-panel iron gate was no longer installed.

Zhao Huanhuan asked He Jun to design and commissioned a company to make an electrically controlled sliding gate with tracks.

Once the gate is open, two vehicles can enter and exit at the same time, and there is no problem for trucks to enter and exit the factory.

Moreover, the entrance and exit are through two electrically controlled gates that retract to both sides.

This is common in modern times, but not so much in this era.

Putting everything else aside, Zhao Huanhuan's impressive gate immediately attracted the attention of passersby.