"Both of you sit down. Have those antiques and artifacts already been handed over?"

"I handed it over to the museum. I just finished the handover with Director Wu and came here right away."

"Good job, Xiao Zhe. You'll get a first-class merit for this mission. If they promote you, I might hold off on it."

After all, you were only recently promoted from company commander to battalion commander. A promotion that comes too quickly could be detrimental to you.

Rising too quickly during this period is not a good thing; it might arouse jealousy in others, as human nature is unpredictable.

"Dad, I'll do whatever you say, whatever needs to be done."

"Is there anything else? If not, I'm going out with Su Tian."

"That's it. You've only been here a short time, and you're already leaving. Hurry up and go, I need to get busy too."

Goodbye, Uncle.

"Okay, goodbye sweet girl," Mr. Song said cheerfully.

The two walked downstairs together, opened the car door, and got in.

Su Tian sat quietly in the passenger seat, her head tilted slightly to one side, her eyes fixed on Song Zhe beside her.

Song Zhe's eyes were somewhat vacant, his expression slightly blank, and his hands, which had been gripping the steering wheel, unconsciously loosened.

Su Tian was filled with curiosity, wondering what could have made the usually composed man so absent-minded, and her mind began to speculate on various possibilities.

Song Zhe pondered for a moment, looked at Su Tian in front of him, and lowered his voice to say, "If all the credit for this is given to me, will you feel uncomfortable?"

Su Tian chuckled. So that's what caused her usually composed younger brother, Song Zhe, to lose his composure.

"Put your head over here."

Su Tian's lively and playful voice made Song Zhe obediently stick his head over.

Su Tian gently stroked his head and said, "No, didn't I tell you last time that all the credit would go to you after the mission is completed?"

You contributed the most, so this is what you deserve. Don't feel too much pressure.

I'm not a soldier, I don't need these. I know your promotions depend entirely on completing missions, so giving these to you is better for you.

Your short hair feels so nice to touch, it's so soft.

Song Zhe was pleased to hear Su Tian's words of comfort. He remained sitting quietly, feeling that Su Tian's actions were like petting a dog's head.

Just as he thought of this, Su Tian casually said, "I want to get a dog, a dog with lots of fur, like a Samoyed. I want to pet its head."

He knew Su Tian mistook his head for a dog's head, otherwise why would she touch him?

He had thought Su Tian touched him because she had special feelings for him, but who knew... she probably just hadn't figured it out yet, Song Zhe could only comfort himself with that thought.

"Can you tell me what breed of dog it is? I'll see if I can help you find it," Song Zhe asked expectantly.

After Song Zhe noticed that Su Tian had stopped touching him, he sat up straight.

Then, while quietly listening to Su Tian speak, he slowly drove out of the military region.

"Oh, no need now. In such turbulent times, it's not safe to keep that kind of dog. It's a Soviet breed; we don't have it in our country."

"Some rural dogs have a lot of fur. If we find one when we go back to Songjia Village, we'll keep it."

"Okay, I'll keep an eye out for you then. If you want to pet the dog's fur, just call me and I'll pet its head for you."

"Haha... Okay, thank you then, you're so cute. The first time I met you, you had a cold face, like an ice cube."

I wanted to stay far away from you then, afraid you'd neglect me, but who knew we'd have so much in common later.

"Then how lucky am I? I didn't let you drift away from me," Song Zhe said thankfully.

"That's not true, we might still be strangers. By the way, shall we go home now?"

"Yes, I'm going home. I'll go home for lunch and chat with the elderly for a while."

Song Zhe and Su Tian chatted as they drove their jeep back to the compound, bumping along the way.

As soon as they stepped into the house, Su Tian sensed an unusual atmosphere; she keenly noticed an unfriendly gaze.

She looked up and saw a girl sitting on the living room sofa, wearing a pink sweater, with long shoulders, short hair, and slightly yellow skin, staring coldly at her. Her eyes seemed to hold countless sharp thorns.

Su Tian ignored these irrelevant people and greeted Grandpa and Grandma Song warmly.

"You're back, sweet girl. You went out so early this morning. Are you tired? Are you cold?"

"Aunt Zhang, pour them both a cup of hot water. Have some hot water first, sit down and rest for a while, and you can eat in a little while," Grandma Song said kindly to Su Tian and the others.

"Hey, Song Zhe, you're back. Why haven't you visited Aunt Feng's house in so long?"

Su Tian noticed that the middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa, whose eyes were full of shrewdness and calculation, was speaking to Song Zhe in a fawning and ingratiating manner.

"Yeah, I just got back last night, I'm busy."

Song Zhe picked up the water from the table and handed it to Su Tian, ​​saying softly, "Try a sip first, see if it's too hot."

"Okay, this water isn't too hot, it's just right to drink. It feels very refreshing after taking a sip," Su Tian said with a smile to Song Zhe.

Seeing how much her Song-gege cared for and looked after Su Tian, ​​the vixen sitting next to him, the girl clenched her hands tightly, biting her lower lip slightly, her jealousy growing wildly like weeds in her heart.

Seeing her daughter's expression, the middle-aged woman quickly patted her hand, signaling her to calm down.

"Xiao Hui, hurry up and greet your brother Song! He's been back for so long, don't you know how to say hello?"

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