Chapter 74 You Don’t Have to Do It Next Time

Fu Yucheng held Yun Tangyin tighter in his arms, his nose nuzzling the scent of soapberry on the top of her hair, his voice as low as if soaked in warm water: "Besides, if you want to hit me, then hit me. I'm here, so what's there to be afraid of?"

Yun Tangyin nuzzled into his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. All the anger she had just felt vanished. "I knew you would protect me."

"If I don't protect you, who will I protect?" Fu Yucheng lowered his head and brushed his lips against the ends of her hair. "Are you protecting that wild one?"

He reached out and pinched her earlobe. His fingertips were lightly callused, yet as light as a feather. "How's the wound on your arm? Let me see."

Yun Tangyin hid her arm behind her back and said, "It's fine now. She just scratched it with her nails. I applied the badger oil my mom gave me. It will be fine tomorrow."

"Let me see." Fu Yucheng refused and gently pulled her wrist, taking a closer look in the light of the setting sun.

The red mark was indeed not deep, but it felt like a thin needle, pricking his heart and making it tighten.

He lowered his head and gently touched the mark with his warm lips, "Next time someone dares to hurt you, you don't have to do it."

Yun Tangyin was tickled by his kiss, and she shrank her arms and smiled: "What? You want to fight for me? Do you still want your reputation?"

"My reputation is not as important as you." Fu Yucheng held her hand in his palm, rubbing the silver bracelet on her wrist with his fingertips. "Do you think I wear this military uniform just to watch my family get bullied?"

Yun Tangyin felt a warm feeling in her heart. She stood on tiptoe and pecked him on the chin. "I know you're powerful. But I didn't suffer any loss today. I even hit Xu Runli on the back with a spatula. I think everyone in the compound heard her scream."

Fu Yucheng chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest coming through the pressed lapels of his clothes: "Good job. To deal with someone like this, you have to make her feel the pain."

He suddenly bent down and picked up Yun Tangyin horizontally, and she was so scared that she quickly hugged his neck.

"Fu Yucheng, what are you doing?" Yun Tangyin patted his shoulder, "Mom and my two sisters-in-law are still in the house!"

"What are you afraid of? They can't see." Fu Yucheng strode towards the wing room, his steps as steady as if he were stepping on flat ground. "I'll let you rest for a while. You've been standing for a long time today, and your legs must be sore."

Yun Tangyin buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the faint scent of gunpowder on him. It was the smell of him just coming back from the shooting range, mixed with the scent of soapberries, which made her feel particularly at ease.

"Actually, I'm not tired, I'm just angry," she muttered. "The way that couple behaves, it's as if we've wronged him."

"It's better if you don't recognize her." Fu Yucheng put her on the bed and squatted down to take off her shoes. His movements were so natural that it seemed like he had done it a thousand times. "It will save his wife from coming to cause trouble every few days in the future."

He pinched the soles of her feet, causing Yun Tangyin to giggle.

"Stop messing around!" Yun Tangyin retracted her foot, "Let's be serious."

Fu Yucheng raised an eyebrow, stood up and sat beside her. He picked up the needlework basket and picked up the handkerchief she had embroidered halfway during the day. "Did you embroider this?"

Yun Tangyin snatched the handkerchief away: "Don't change the subject."

Although he said this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Fu Yucheng hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder: "No. I just feel that keeping someone like this who can't figure things out is a nuisance."

He suddenly lowered his head and bit her earlobe. "But you don't have to worry about these things. Just embroider your flowers and settle your accounts. I'll hold up the sky if it falls."

Yun Tangyin's ears turned red, and she didn't even notice the needle pricking her finger.

"Who asked you to do it? I can do it myself." She said stubbornly, but the needle in her hand was crooked and she embroidered the petals in the wrong place.

Fu Yucheng grabbed her hand and wiped the blood off her fingertips with his thumb: "You are my wife, if I don't love you, who will I love?"

He took the handkerchief and clumsily tried to thread the needle like her, but he couldn't get the thread through the needle hole. He was so anxious that a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Yun Tangyin laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back: "Forget it, you should just carry your gun. This job is not suitable for you."

Fu Yucheng threw the needle and thread into the basket, then turned her around and held her in his arms: "It's not suitable. What suits me is..."

He paused deliberately, looked at her flushed cheeks, and then said slowly, "It's suitable for rubbing your shoulders, pouring you water, and warming your bed."

Yun Tangyin's face got even hotter, and she pushed him away: "Not serious."

"Is there any need to be serious in front of your wife?" Fu Yucheng lowered his head, nuzzling his nose against hers, their breaths mingling. "Yinyin, let me tell you something."

"What's the matter?" Yun Tangyin's heart was beating like a drum.

"The higher-ups have approved three days of leave for me." Fu Yucheng's eyes were as bright as stars. "I'll take you to the Songhua River. I heard the fish there are very fat."

Yun Tangyin's eyes lit up: "Really?"

She has been in Northeast China for so long, but she has never had a good look at the river.

"Of course it's true." Fu Yucheng scratched her nose, "But I have to wait until you have sorted out the Jiang family's mess. If Second Sister-in-law still can't figure it out, I will send her back to the Jiang family's old house and let her figure it out on her own."

"Don't." Yun Tangyin shook her head. "We should leave her alone now, lest she get mixed up with Jiang Zhicheng when she goes back. That would annoy me to death."

Fu Yucheng pinched her face and said, "You are kind-hearted."

There was a hint of anger in his words, but his eyes were full of doting. "But whatever you say is what it is. You are the housekeeper, and you have the final say."

Yun Tangyin was amused by him: "So I'm your immediate boss?"

Fu Yucheng saluted solemnly to tease her, "Fu Yucheng, obey orders, it's all under the command of Comrade Yun Tangyin!"

This made Yun Tangyin laugh so hard that she slapped his arm.

After the fight, Fu Yucheng was combing Yun Tangyin's hair.

His big hands held a wooden comb, and with clumsy but gentle movements, he combed her scattered hair one by one.

"Tomorrow I'll ask Old Zhang from the kitchen to save a chicken for you and stew it for nourishment," he said. "You look so angry today, your face is all pale."

"How can I be that fragile?" Yun Tangyin looked at his serious profile in the mirror and suddenly felt her nose sore.

In the past, in the Yun family, Yun Zhixiong always said that she was the apple of his eye, but when difficulties really came, she still had to shoulder everything by herself.

Only after marrying Fu Yucheng did she know what it felt like to be cherished by someone.

"You have to be a little bit spoiled around me." Fu Yucheng tied her braid and kissed the end of her hair. "Otherwise, what's the point of me being her husband?"

Yun Tangyin turned around, stood on tiptoe, hugged his neck, and kissed him on the lips: "It's useful. I feel at ease when you are alive."

Fu Yucheng's heart suddenly sank and he hugged her tighter.

He thought of the bullets and shells on the battlefield and his comrades who stayed in a foreign country forever. He suddenly felt that being able to come back alive and hug the person in front of him was the greatest luck in his life.

"I will live forever." He whispered in her ear, his voice full of unquestionable determination, "Live until my hair turns white, my teeth fall out, and I can still braid your hair."

Yun Tangyin's tears fell and hit his clothes: "Yeah."

The setting sun outside the window gradually sank, stretching the shadows of the two people very long and overlapping them, like a painting that could no longer be separated.

The aroma of dinner wafted from the kitchen, mixed with the fragrance of locust flowers in the evening breeze, lingering under the eaves.

The farce between Jiang Zhicheng and Xu Runli was like a gust of wind, and did not leave much trace in Yun Tangyin's heart at all.