Xiao Yuheng's hand trembled, and when he looked up, he saw his usually calm wife looking at him with slight anger. He immediately put down his pen and explained, "I wasn't planning on working, I just wanted to look at the materials."

Gu An'an glanced at the stack of documents in his hand, said nothing, but it was as if she had said everything.

"I'm sorry, honey, it was my fault. Let's go home and have dinner."

Quickly locking everything in the drawer, Xiao Yuheng hurriedly got up and carefully apologized.

Gu An'an ignored him and dodged away when Xiao Yuheng tried to take her hand.

"An'an, are you angry?"

"No."

He said no, but in his mind he was thinking of all sorts of ways to deal with the other party.

Durian shell? No.

Kneeling on instant noodles without them breaking? No.

But you could get a washboard.

Of course, Xiao Yuheng's health is definitely not something to be taken lightly right now, so let's just make a note of it and punish him for all the mistakes if he makes the same mistake again.

For some reason, Xiao Yuheng felt a chill down his back.

"An'an, how can you bear to ignore me?"

After all, it was still an office area, and Gu An'an didn't want to cause any gossip by pulling and tugging. "Hurry up and leave, don't pull and tug."

"What's wrong with me pulling my wife?"

Xiao Yuheng didn't care. He grabbed Gu An'an's hand and wouldn't let go. This was the army, where there was no bloodshed outside. Besides, he was holding his own wife's hand, so who would dare to say anything?

Sure enough, his wife's hands were soft, the breeze was sweet, and even the envious and jealous looks from his comrades were unforgettable.

"Commander, you haven't gone home yet? Look at my wife, she's come all over here to drag me home for dinner."

"Political Commissar, why did my wife come to the camp? She came to call me for dinner because she was worried I was hungry."

Commander Zhao and Political Commissar Fang: ...Did they just speak?

Gu An'an: ...Is this really Xiao Yuheng, whom she knows? Could it be that he was switched out during this mission?

After everyone left, Regiment Commander Zhao whispered in Political Commissar Fang's ear, "If I had known that this brat would be so smug after getting married, I would have definitely delayed his marriage application."

Political Commissar Fang found his expression amusing. "You're all talk. Can you really do it?"

"But it's good to be young! To be honest, it's good to be young."

Even if his love for his wife hasn't diminished at all, someone his age can't hold hands with her and go out like a young couple.

It would be a lie to say I'm not envious.

Even after his old partner exposed his weakness, Commander Zhao wasn't angry. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's go home for dinner."

Both of them had to pass by the Xiao family's house to get home. At this moment, Gu An'an was lifting the lid of the pot, and the aroma of pork ribs and kelp filled the air.

"Hmph! This brat really married a good wife. She treats him to good food and drink every day. No wonder he recovered so quickly."

Commander Zhao muttered something, then quickened his pace and went home. The aroma was too overpowering to bear; if he kept smelling it, he was afraid he'd end up begging for food.

However, once I got home, I couldn't help but have a few words with my wife.

“You’re right. Xiao Xiao has excellent taste. Not only does he take meticulous care of her, but he’s also a rare talent.”

"Oh? A talented person?"

Seeing the man's interest, Aunt Zhang recounted what she had heard: "That was an international trade fair. She's so young, yet she's able to participate and earn foreign exchange for our country. That's amazing!"

Commander Zhao agreed with this point. People these days are so simple; as long as someone can contribute to the country and the people, that person is definitely a good comrade.

However, Commander Zhao was concerned about something else: "Does Xiao Gu speak foreign languages?"

Aunt Zhang was taken aback by the question; she hadn't asked that before, but...

"That's an interesting question. Xiao Gu has even attended those trade fairs, so he must know foreign languages. Otherwise, how could he negotiate with the foreigners and exchange their village's wild vegetables for valuable foreign exchange?"

Now that you mention it, there really isn't a problem. Commander Zhao thought of something, and his smile widened even more, his chopsticks flashing like afterimages.

"You old geezer, who's going to steal your food or what? Eating so fast, aren't you afraid of choking?"

What were meant to be caring words turned out to be tinged with hostility because the two had become accustomed to this way of interacting.

However, Commander Zhao was already used to it. If his wife were ever to act as gentle and affectionate as someone else, he might start to wonder if he had done something wrong.

"I need to go find Xiao Xiao after I finish eating."

Commander Zhao finished his meal quickly and was about to leave when his wife grabbed his sleeve. "You really are so clueless! They're probably eating right now. What are you going to do over there? Are you going to freeload or be a third wheel?"

"I, I really do need to talk to them about something."

Aunt Zhang didn't let go, saying, "Let's talk about it tomorrow. The young couple needs to rest after dinner. What are you, an old geezer, doing interfering?"

Aunt Zhang knows her husband well. If it were something extremely urgent, he would have left without even eating. The fact that he finished his meal means that it wasn't urgent.

Commander Zhao thought about it and realized that when he first got married, he also wanted to be with his wife 24/7, especially at this time of day. If anyone was so oblivious as to look for him, he would definitely remember it for a while.

Never mind! Things aren't urgent.

While enjoying the delicious meal, Xiao Yuheng felt an unprecedented sense of peace. After the two finished eating, he diligently went to wash the dishes.

Seeing that he was indeed fine, Gu An'an let him be.

When Xiao Yuheng finished washing the dishes and returned to the room, he saw that the original large kang (heated brick bed) had been divided in the middle by a quilt.

"Wife, what are you doing?"

He was finally discharged from the hospital, and his mother had also gone home. He wanted to enjoy some time alone with his mother, but suddenly a line was drawn between them. How could he not feel wronged?

“You’re not fully recovered yet, so you can’t do anything reckless. Starting today, I’ll sleep on this side and you’ll sleep on that side until you’re completely better.”

Xiao Yuheng never expected that Gu An'an, with her 37-degree demeanor, could utter such cold words: "Wife, you must be joking with me."

His sweet and soft wife was right beside him, yet he could only see her but not have her. What could be more torturous than that?

"Who's joking with you? You know your own condition. If you don't recover properly, don't touch me again."

The consequences were too severe. No matter how unwilling Xiao Yuheng was, he could only obediently lie down on the other side. In truth, he knew himself too well. If he really slept with his wife in his arms, who knew what might happen at night? What if his wounds reopened...

Forget it! He would still choose temporary happiness over lifelong happiness.

Gu An'an had fallen asleep long ago, but Xiao Yuheng stayed awake until midnight, staring at Gu An'an's face in the moonlight.

The next day, Commander Zhao started paying attention to the Xiao family's movements very early in the morning, and immediately ran over when he heard a noise in the courtyard.

"Xiao Xiao, you, you've been beaten up?"