Chapter 113 Trust Me

But Qiao Wanyin had no interest in appreciating the tranquil night scene.

"Comrade Qiao Wanyin, are you home?"

A clear female voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Qiao Wanyin suddenly snapped out of her daze and looked up at the door.

Under the moonlight, a familiar figure stood outside the door; it was Liu Piaopiao.

She was dressed in simple casual clothes, her hair was neatly combed, and she was carrying a cloth bag with red characters printed on it.

The moonlight shone on her fair face.

Her lips curled slightly upward, her smile gentle.

But Qiao Wanyin knew perfectly well how many insidious schemes were hidden behind that seemingly harmless smile.

"Comrade Fang, we meet again."

Qiao Wanyin remained seated, without getting up to greet her.

Liu Piaopiao, however, did not take it to heart, and her smile deepened.

She didn't wait for the host's invitation and went straight in.

She walked familiarly to the opposite side of Qiao Wanyin and sat down without any hesitation.

"Sister Wanyin, we've known each other for a long time. I made a special trip to visit you this time and brought some fruit to express my appreciation."

Qiao Wanyin stared at her coldly, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.

"Really? You didn't specifically transfer here because Fu Lian is here, did you? You came here not for the fruit, but for the person, right?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Piaopiao gently covered her red lips and let out a charming chuckle.

"Oh my, Sister Wanyin is still as straightforward as ever, she hasn't changed at all."

She blinked and said, feigning grievance, "I'm not as complicated as you think. I just missed an old friend and wanted to come see you."

As she spoke, she gently placed the cloth bag in her hand on the stone table.

A corner of the fruit was visible.

"I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I brought some fruit," she said gently, with a hint of ingratiation. "Don't mind, I picked them out especially for you."

"Need not."

Qiao Wanyin coldly uttered two words, without even glancing at the bag of fruit.

"I don't like to eat it, and I don't accept things from people who give them to me for no apparent reason."

Don't be so formal.

Liu Piaopiao blinked.

“I grew up with Li An, and we’re as close as siblings. When we were little, he carried me up mountains and took the blame for me when I was a child. I remember all those little things. Now that we’re working here, we’ll see each other all the time. There’s no need to be so reserved.”

Qiao Wanyin squinted.

"What do you want to say? Just say it. I don't like beating around the bush."

Liu Piaopiao suddenly leaned forward and lowered her voice.

"Sister Wanyin, you probably know best what I want to do, right? Why do I have to spell it out for you? Some things are more interesting when they're left unsaid, aren't they?"

That's right.

Her goal has always been singular.

That was Fu Li'an.

The boy who once held her little hand as they walked along country lanes and promised to protect her for life is now someone else's husband.

She was unwilling to give up and had no intention of backing down.

Qiao Wanyin's lips curled up slightly, but the smile was so faint it was almost invisible.

“Fu Lian and I have registered our marriage. We are a legally married couple officially registered with our organization and recognized by law. No one can deny or change this fact.”

Liu Piaopiao waved her hand with a smile, her relaxed expression infuriating.

"Sister Wanyin, don't rush to use the marriage certificate to pressure me. Actually, I know your secret."

"secret?"

Qiao Wanyin's brow furrowed, and alarm bells rang in her mind.

"Explain yourself clearly."

"You have space, don't you?"

A glint of greed flashed in Liu Piaopiao's eyes.

“I can sense that aura about you that doesn’t belong to ordinary people. Every time you take out supplies from your space, no matter how discreetly you do it, you leave behind a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation. Do you really think no one notices? If you’re willing to give me that space… maybe I’ll lose interest in Fu Li’an.”

Qiao Wanyin's heart skipped a beat, and her breath hitched slightly.

How could she possibly know?

The Spirit Spring Space is her biggest trump card.

Even Fu Li'an only gradually noticed the signs long after their marriage, so how did Liu Piaopiao...?

"What are you saying? I don't understand."

She forced herself to keep her voice steady and shook her head, feigning composure.

"What space? Have you been reading too many novels?"

"Playing dumb won't help."

Liu Piaopiao chuckled, stood up, and looked down at her.

"Do you think no one noticed the things that suddenly appeared out of nowhere? Medicinal herbs that appeared out of nowhere during the war, scarce fabrics, even spiritual water that can heal serious injuries... are these all just coincidences? Do you think Fu Lian'an's old injuries healed simply because of proper care?"

She paused, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips.

"Let me tell you, you can hide it for a while, but not forever."

She stood up and looked coldly at Qiao Wanyin.

“I will definitely find the evidence. As long as I catch you using the space, not only will that space belong to me, but Brother Li An... will also definitely come back to my side! He should have belonged to me all along.”

That night, Fu Lian returned home very late.

A cool night breeze rustled the sycamore trees outside the courtyard wall.

His steps were light, but he was a little tired. He had just finished his task and rushed back without even having time to drink some water.

Qiao Wanyin tossed and turned, unable to sleep, her mind replaying the conversation from the daytime.

Until I heard the familiar creaking sound of the door hinges in the yard.

She was startled and quickly closed her eyes, pulled up the corner of the blanket, tried to regulate her breathing, and pretended to be asleep.

Fu Lian gently pushed open the door, his movements extremely careful.

He took off his military boots, tiptoed to the bedside, then slowly climbed onto the bed and lay down on his side.

A moment later, he gently hugged her from behind, his arms encircling her waist, his nose close to her hair, and kissed her hair.

"Still not asleep?"

He asked in a low voice.

"Stop pretending, I know you're not asleep."

Qiao Wanyin slowly turned around, her eyes slightly red, and staggered as she buried her head in his warm embrace.

"Liu Piaopiao came by today."

Fu Li'an's body stiffened abruptly, his heart almost stopped for a second, and his arm instinctively froze in mid-air.

Then he slowly tightened his grip, pulling her even closer into his arms.

What's she doing here?

Qiao Wanyin buried her face in his chest.

"He said some things... over and over again, all old stories, and his tone was sarcastic."

She paused, but ultimately didn't mention the spirit spring, fearing it might cause more trouble.

"She...is still hung up on you."

Fu Li'an remained silent for a while, his brows furrowed, before suddenly speaking in a low voice, his tone icy.

"The division commander announced in public that Liu Piaopiao had been transferred to the cultural troupe. Not only that, he also emphasized that she and I had a 'friendship since childhood' and asked me to take good care of her."

Qiao Wanyin's heart sank, a chill ran down her spine and up to the top of her head, and even her fingers felt cold involuntarily.

"Then... what did you say? Did you agree?"

“I said,” Fu Li’an said, emphasizing each word, “work is work, and personal feelings cannot interfere. I will obey the organization’s arrangements, but I have my own choices in my personal life.”

He lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead against hers.

"Qingqing, believe me. No matter what she's up to or what she's doing, I won't let her succeed. You're the only one I'll ever love."