For Yuan Zhong and Jiang Xiu, life is all about face and reputation, and Jiang Wanqing's request is like putting them in a frying pan!
Jiang Xiu was so angry she almost ground her teeth to powder. The saleswoman, quick-witted, pretended to make a phone call.
"I think I should call the police. This guy looks resentful and doesn't seem like he'll repent. I don't want to bother the other guys."
"etc……"
She clenched her fists tightly and pulled Yuan Zhong up.
"We'll just give a verbal apology and reflect on our actions, please... please don't call the police."
She swallowed hard, filled with both hatred and fear. Yuan Zhong felt like strangling her. If it weren't for the fact that she could still help him lighten his workload in Xiyang Village, he wouldn't stay with such an idiot!
"Then let's hurry up, everyone's watching."
A newspaper reporter was also in the department store. Knowing there was news material there, he immediately squeezed over and took pictures of the scene with his old-fashioned camera...
Jiang Xiu thought that the matter was over after the self-criticism, so she helped Yuan Zhong and slunk away from the scene with her tail between her legs.
"Tch, you bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong. Don't let me see you again!"
The saleswoman swayed her two ponytails and gave Jiang Wanqing an admiring look.
"Comrade, your solution is excellent. If the police had been called, our shopping mall would probably be in trouble too."
"We've caused you trouble."
"No, no, no, it's both of our faults." The saleswoman waved her hand and exclaimed, "Oh dear, I almost forgot! Take a look at this. It's a new shoe that hasn't hit the shelves in our store yet. In my opinion, it will definitely become the next trendy style."
She showed off her shoes, a pair of apricot-colored high heels with simple decorations, featuring only a small bow on the upper—understated yet perfectly tasteful.
Even Cheng Ran, a straight man who doesn't really understand women's aesthetics, was immediately impressed. He glanced at Jiang Wanqing and noticed that she was clearly more interested in these shoes than the red ones from before.
"I'll take these two. Wrap them up."
“But…it’s so expensive.” Jiang Wanqing gently tugged at his sleeve: “There’s no occasion where we’ll need it, so let’s forget about it.”
If it were Jiang Wanqing spending her own money, she would definitely take it without hesitation, but Cheng Ran is also risking his life to earn money, so she can't feel at ease about it.
He selectively ignored her words, had already completed the transaction with the salesperson, and led her to another product area.
"Let's go see what else we can buy."
Jiang Wanqing was both amused and exasperated, so she didn't say much. After two hours of shopping, all the items she bought were for her and her family, but she didn't buy anything for herself.
When she reached the candy section, she remembered she still had tickets on her...
"Wait for me for two minutes."
"Do you want some candy?" he said, and was about to take another step to buy some, but Jiang Wanqing stopped him.
"Stop right there."
She took the ticket, walked to the counter, asked for a pound of milk candy, and quickly returned to his side to give him the candy.
"Well, it's only fair to reciprocate. I can't afford to give you an expensive gift right now. You're leaving home for work tomorrow. Promise me that before you act impulsively, eat a piece of candy to calm yourself down. Your life isn't just your own anymore."
She didn't know what would happen to him during the mission, and her efforts to save him required his calm and rational cooperation.
"Eating a piece of candy reminds me of you, right?"
He, who never jokes, subconsciously replied, and by the time he realized it, it was too late to take it back.
Jiang Wanqing blinked, and the two of them looked up at the same time, their eyes meeting.
She softly hummed in agreement, "It would be good if you could think of me too."
A strange, indescribable feeling welled up inside him, a tingling and itchy sensation that made him, as if possessed, raise his hand to rub the top of her head, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down twice.
"good."
Cheng Ran didn't want to be too conspicuous while shopping, so she asked Hong Xing to wait in the car.
After they got back to the car, Hung Hing couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong, but he felt something had changed, so he turned his head to look at it again and again.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, no, shall I take you and your wife back now, Battalion Commander?"
"Um."
That night, Jiang Wanqing tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She only knew that Cheng Ran would sacrifice himself in this mission, but she couldn't remember the exact day, let alone the details. It would take a lot of effort to save him.
Hearing the noise from inside the room, Cheng Ran woke up in the middle of the night, glanced into the room, hesitated for a moment, and then went to knock on the door.
Are you asleep?
Her breath hitched, and she gripped the blanket tightly with her fingers.
"No, is there something you need?"
"I have something to tell you, but I'm afraid I'll forget it when I leave tomorrow morning."
"Come in, the door's unlocked."
"good."
After a few seconds of silence, the lock clicked open, and the old-fashioned wooden door creaked open from the outside, shrouding his figure in darkness.
She turned on the light bulb, and the dim yellow light slowly illuminated his silhouette, making it gradually clearer.
She sat up in bed, her hair disheveled, and her eyes bloodshot.
He frowned and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, I just can't sleep. What about you?"
He didn't speak, but instead took a combination lock leather suitcase from the top of the wardrobe, dusted off non-existent dust, and looked around the room. There were no extra chairs...
Jiang Wanqing realized what was happening and patted the edge of the bed.
"Please sit here."
He nodded slightly, and as soon as he sat down, he was greeted by her unique scent, not a face cream or floral water, but a distinctive, faint fragrance.
He cleared his throat, opened the suitcase, and told her the combination.
"This box contains all the savings I've accumulated over the years. If something happens to me, it will all be yours. If you don't have any huge spending needs, this money is enough for you to live comfortably in your old age, and there will definitely be a compensation payment..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Wanqing leaned over and covered his mouth, making the fragrance that was already lingering around his nose even stronger.
Thump... thump...
Jiang Wanqing's heart raced uncontrollably, and she quickly withdrew her palm as it was burned.
"Don't say discouraging things, everything will be alright." She pushed the suitcase back: "Keep this where it is, I can keep it for you for now."
He didn't want to leave himself any way out of his job, but now he felt that only if he could come back alive would he have no regrets.
He hesitated, then clenched his fingers and finally told her where everything in the house was kept, just in case.
Jiang Wanqing hadn't slept all night, and although she got up early in the morning, she still couldn't make it to see him off. He left her a note.
"Knock knock knock..."
She had just finished reading the note when there was a loud knocking on the door. She frowned and went outside. When she opened the door, she saw the Qiao sisters standing there looking fierce.
They came right after Cheng Ran left; it's hard to say they weren't looking for trouble.
As she expected, Qiao Hongmei peeked inside and, not seeing Cheng Ran, breathed a sigh of relief, her expression becoming even more arrogant.
"Battalion Commander Cheng isn't here, so why are you still shamelessly staying in our family compound? Do you even have the right to do that? You're really shameless!"
"Oh? Didn't Dr. Qiao see Cheng Ran and me getting our marriage certificate yesterday? Why don't you dare spread the news?" Jiang Wanqing looked at Qiao Xuemei with a leisurely air.
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