Chapter 177 If you dare to bully me, come and complain to my uncle
"Now that I've finished everything I need to do, I came to take you home early. I was afraid you'd be waiting anxiously." Wen Yanxi said briefly, and naturally took the water bottle and backpack from her hands, "Let's go."
The two walked out of the clinic side by side, their shadows stretched out in the sunset. Along the way, they met many soldiers and medical staff, all of whom greeted them with kind smiles, their eyes filled with blessings.
When they reached a less crowded area, Wen Yanxi suddenly spoke up, "They were joking around today, but they didn't make things difficult for you, did they?"
Chen Zhaoyue shook her head: "No, everyone is fine." She hesitated for a moment and asked softly, "What about you? I heard that you asked the fourth group to practice more?"
Wen Yanxi chuckled softly, "The news spread so quickly? It seems I was too kind to them."
Chen Zhaoyue couldn't help but laugh: "Can't you be a little gentle? You're so strict after just getting married."
"A strict teacher produces excellent students," Wen Yanxi turned his head to look at her, his eyes soft, "but a doctor did say that my injury needs 'gentle treatment' and I can't overexert myself."
Chen Zhaoyue heard the teasing in his words, and her ears felt slightly hot: "I'm doing this for your own good."
"I know." Wen Yanxi's voice suddenly dropped. "Thank you."
The two of them had unknowingly reached the gate of the family compound. The setting sun had completely sunk into the horizon, leaving only a hint of orange afterglow on the horizon.
Wen Yanxi suddenly stopped and turned to face Shen Zhaoyue: "I am very happy with these three days of wedding leave."
Shen Zhaoyue raised her head and met his deep eyes, not knowing how to respond for a moment.
Could she say she was happy too?
cannot.
I told you my waist will only hurt more tomorrow.
"I'm not good at saying nice things," Wen Yanxi continued, his voice much softer than usual, "but I will try my best to be a good husband."
Chen Zhaoyue looked at the man in front of her who was always resolute and cold. At this moment, there was a rare tenderness and uneasiness in his eyes, and the softest part of her heart was gently touched.
"I know." Chen Zhaoyue responded softly, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, "Let's go home."
As dusk fell, two figures walked into the courtyard side by side, with lights lighting up behind them.
After the honeymoon ended, the next day when Chen Zhaoyue and Wen Yanxi returned to work, Wen Qimin called Wen Yanxi to his office.
Wen Yanxi stood expressionlessly in front of Wen Qimin's desk, his heart pounding. He had just gotten married a few days ago, and the leader was probably going to send him on a mission, right?
The injuries he suffered during his last mission haven't fully healed yet!
Even though he had removed the bandage from his arm, Chen Zhaoyue still had to give him acupuncture and apply medicine every night, fearing that the shock wave from the explosion would cause irreversible damage to his body and leave him with sequelae.
He only removed the bandages to make the wedding look good and not leave any regrets for Shen Zhaoyue at the wedding.
Wen Yanxi was thinking about how to reasonably refuse if Wen Qimin asked him to go on a mission, when he suddenly heard Wen Qimin say to him: "Bring your wife to dinner at home tonight."
When Wen Yanxi heard that he was not asked to go on a mission, his frown relaxed and he responded in a deep voice, "Okay."
Wen Qimin sighed softly: "Although Yueyue is your wife now and our family is her in-laws' family, but if we really count the relationship between me and his grandfather, our family is also half of her maternal family."
"Yueyue's family is deserted, but we must follow our rules. Today is Yueyue's homecoming day." Wen Qimin was extremely pleased when he mentioned his niece, Chen Zhaoyue. A gratified smile appeared on his old face. "Fortunately, although Wen Qing made a mistake and broke off the engagement with Yueyue, you were still sober. Otherwise, Yueyue, such a good girl, would have been taken away by some stinky boy."
In the afternoon, Wen Yanxi picked up Chen Zhaoyue and told her that they were going to Wen Qimin's place for dinner in the evening.
Chen Zhaoyue readily agreed. She didn't have to cook anyway, so it didn't matter where they ate.
In the living room of the Wen family, Wen Qimin was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. When he saw them come in, he put down the newspaper and smiled slightly: "Come on, come and sit down."
"Uncle." Wen Yanxi greeted him and naturally put his arm around Chen Zhaoyue's shoulder.
Chen Zhaoyue nodded slightly: "Hello, uncle."
"Come on, sit down. Why are you more reserved than before after getting married?" Wen Qimin's gaze lingered on Shen Zhaoyue's face for a moment, as if he wanted to see if she was happy after marriage.
At this time, Wen Qing came out of the kitchen. When he saw them, he paused and a trace of imperceptible embarrassment flashed across his face.
Wen Qimin glanced at him, his tone carrying a subtle urging: "Wen Qing, call someone."
Wen Qing's eyes quickly swept over Wen Yanxi, and finally landed on Shen Zhaoyue. His lips moved slightly, and his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "Uncle...Aunt."
Compared to the forced address at the last wedding, this one seemed smoother, but the stiffness and weakness remained the same.
Wen Qimin sighed almost inaudibly, with a hint of disgust: "Not generous at all."
Wen Yanxi didn't care at all, and even found it amusing. He curled his lips and said, "It's okay, uncle. You'll get used to it after a few times. Right, Wen Qing?"
Wen Qing lowered his head and said "hmm", then turned around and went back to the kitchen to bring out two plates of food: "Grandpa, uncle, aunt, it's time to eat."
The dinner atmosphere was quite harmonious.
Wen Qimin asked some common questions about whether they were getting used to married life, and Chen Zhaoyue answered most of the questions, her witty remarks making up for any awkwardness. Wen Yanxi didn't say much, just smiling and nodding at the right time.
Chen Zhaoyue could feel that Wen Qimin's sharp eyes would always fall on her inadvertently, with scrutiny and a concern unique to an elder.
After dinner, Wen Yanxi and Wen Qing, uncle and nephew, were instructed by Wen Qimin to go to the kitchen to wash dishes, leaving only Wen Qimin and Shen Zhaoyue in the living room.
Wen Qimin poured a cup of hot water for Chen Zhaoyue, pondered for a moment, and then spoke in a voice a little lower than before: "Zhaoyue, I'm sorry that you've been wronged by marrying into our Wen family, especially marrying Yanxi."
Chen Zhaoyue was slightly startled, and his index finger gently stroked the teacup: "Uncle, you are too kind."
Wen Qimin waved his hand, his eyes full of insight and clarity: "I know what kind of person that kid is. He seems indifferent to everything, but he is actually very thoughtful. Some things... Sigh."
He paused, his voice slower, but every word clear, "From now on, if he dares to bully you or makes you feel wronged, you don't have to endure it. Just come to uncle and I will help you teach him a lesson."
Chen Zhaoyue held the slightly hot cup wall, and a warm current flowed through her heart. She understood the deep meaning of Wen Qimin's words.
The unspoken words refer to Wen Yanxi's hidden illness that he cannot reveal, and the hardships and grievances that this illness may bring to his marriage.
This seemingly dignified elder was giving her confidence and a promise of protection in his own way.
Chen Zhaoyue raised her eyes, her gaze clear and firm, and shook her head gently: "He really didn't bully me. Uncle... Yanxi is very good to me."
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