Chapter 25 Wen Qing: You, a Miss Capitalist, dare to run to the army?
Wen Qimin lives in a small, single-family house in the staff housing complex, which has a quiet environment.
Shen Zhaoyue followed Wen Yanxi into the house, but the living room was completely different from the Shen residence in its simplicity.
The coffee table was made of rattan, and on it lay an enamel pot with the words "Advanced Model Soldier" printed on it, and two military books.
The sunlight shines through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on the cement floor, making the calligraphy of "Serve the Country with Loyalty" on the wall look particularly powerful.
"If you need anything, you can go to the next yard to find the orderly." Wen Yanxi placed Chen Zhaoyue's small suitcase next to the sofa in the living room.
"Okay, thank you, uncle." Chen Zhaoyue thanked him with a bright smile.
But Wen Yanxi didn't look at her and had already walked to the door.
Chen Zhaoyue thought he had something urgent to deal with, so he didn't pay much attention to it. His uncle was the regiment commander, so he was naturally busy with official duties in the army. This time, he assisted the local police in capturing two enemy spies.
Now that she's back in the army, he's taken her to see the commander again. My uncle must still have a lot of official business to attend to.
After Wen Yanxi left, Chen Zhaoyue was the only one left in the huge house.
“You didn’t tell me which room I should sleep in…” After looking around, Shen Zhaoyue sat on the sofa.
The sofa is also made of rattan and is padded with soft cushions.
Although it is not as good as the soft big bed in her space, it is still much better than the hard bed on the train.
Chen Zhaoyue rubbed his aching waist and curled up on the sofa.
She hadn't slept well on the train and was already tired. She fell into a deep sleep soon after lying on the sofa.
…
In the evening, the door was pushed open.
As soon as Wen Qing entered the room, he saw an old suitcase on the ground. It didn't look like the type his family would use, and he subconsciously frowned.
"Who is it?" He rushed into the living room without even changing his shoes.
The soldier's alertness made him tense his muscles instantly, but he was suddenly stunned when he saw the scene on the sofa.
There was a girl lying on the sofa who looked like a porcelain doll. Her long eyelashes cast a light shadow on her cheeks, and her cherry lips opened and closed gently with her breathing.
Her loose braids hung over the wicker armrest, revealing her snow-white neck, like new snow about to fall from a branch.
Wen Qing subconsciously breathed lighter.
Such a delicate girl, how could she possibly be... a thief?
Besides, what kind of thief would bring luggage with him to rob someone?
But... who is this girl? Why did she end up in his house?
And he sleeps so defenselessly!
He was thinking, but Chen Zhaoyue frowned slightly because of the slight movement, her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Chen Zhaoyue: “?”
Wen Qing: “!”
The moment their eyes met, Wen Qing's breathing stagnated, as if he had been caught red-handed. He suddenly took two steps back, his heels hitting the coffee table with a dull "bang".
"hiss--"
Wen Qing gasped, endured the pain, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and opened his mouth, trying to explain that he didn't mean to stare at her.
But when the words came to his lips, he stuttered inexplicably: "You, you..."
Chen Zhaoyue rubbed his sleepy eyes, sat up straight, and his eyes fell on the tall man in front of him.
He was wearing a neat military uniform, with broad shoulders and long legs, handsome features, and a profile somewhat similar to Wen Yanxi.
But his eyes were not as cold as his uncle's. Instead, they showed a youthful brightness.
Although he is still handsome, this younger boy style is not her type. She thinks her uncle's mature and steady style is more attractive.
"Oh, are you Wen Qing?" She blinked, her mind not fully clear yet, and asked subconsciously.
"Ah..." Wen Qing was stunned: "Do you know me?"
Chen Zhaoyue took out the engagement letter from his pocket and handed it over: "I am Chen Zhaoyue, your fiancée."
Wen Qing: “……?”
He took the engagement letter and looked down. It clearly stated the agreement between the two families and his grandfather's signature.
The air froze for three seconds, and Wen Qing suddenly raised the paper to his eyes, flipping through it repeatedly with his knuckles turning white.
"No..." His Adam's apple rolled and his voice tightened: "How did you find this place?"
As he spoke, his hands were shaking with excitement, and the engagement paper rustled in his hands.
When he looked up again, there was no longer the same amazement in his eyes when he looked at Chen Zhaoyue.
"You, you, you...you're a capitalist lady!" He took two steps back, as if he had seen the plague god. "How dare you sneak into the military compound?"
No!
Is his fiancée a tiger?
What kind of lousy identity do I have?!
Now is the time to crack down on capitalists, and yet his fiancée just came to see him so charmingly...
Wen Qing closed his eyes: I dare not open my eyes, I hope it is my hallucination!
When Wen Qing opened his eyes again, Chen Zhaoyue was still in front of him, looking pretty.
"You...you came here to kill me?" His voice was extremely low, but every word was like poison. "What if someone reports this?"
Wen Qing ripped open his collar, as if he was suffocated by the paper.
He rushed to the door in two or three steps, and the wind he created when he opened the door blew the engagement paper away: "This engagement should have been annulled long ago! You should..."
The voice stopped abruptly in the middle of the words.
There was a sound of strong footsteps outside the door, and soon, Wen Qimin appeared outside the door with a document in his hand.
When he saw him, Wen Qing's back instantly straightened up, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the engagement letter turned white.
"Oh, have you met up there?" Wen Qimin, who was unaware of the situation, was happy to see the two of them.
"Wen Qing, this is the Shen family's girl, Zhaoyue. Grandpa was holding you when we got engaged."
After Wen Qimin finished speaking, he looked at Chen Zhaoyue and his smile deepened a little: "Zhaoyue, this is my useless grandson, Wen Qing. You young people should chat more and get to know each other quickly."
Listening to him speak, Wen Qing stamped his feet anxiously.
He knew about this child marriage. When he was young, he heard his family mention it many times.
However, Wen Qimin was later promoted and moved to Liao Province. He hadn't seen the Shen family for many years and had less contact with them. No one mentioned this child marriage anymore, and he just thought it was in the past.
Unexpectedly, when he was 19 years old, this marriage contract suddenly exploded in front of him like a cannonball that had been duds for many years.
It would be fine if she was a girl of good family background, but she is...
"Grandpa, are you crazy? What era is this and you're still practicing arranged marriages?" Wen Qing tried to hold back, but couldn't help but speak: "Not to mention her background is questionable!"
Snap——
Wen Qimin's slap was as forceful as on the battlefield, making the back of his head buzz.
"What do you know, kid? Her grandfather donated a lot of supplies to the army. If it weren't for those supplies, I might not have survived, let alone you!"
"..." Wen Qing covered the burning back of his head and hid away like a wolf cub with its fur standing on end.
"The issue of class background is a matter of principle!" He stiffened his neck, his tone filled with dissatisfaction. "What you said was in the past. It doesn't change the fact that she's the daughter of a capitalist... If this is discovered, even our family will suffer!"
"You kid, you're asking for a beating! Do you have the right to speak here?" Wen Qimin was so angry that he was fuming and glaring, ready to use force to suppress him.
Seeing that the two were about to fight, Chen Zhaoyue hurriedly said, "Commander Wen, since he doesn't want to, then forget about the engagement."
Her tone was calm, and she wasn't angry at Wen Qing's attitude: "It would be the same if I married someone else."
Originally, she came here with an engagement, but she didn't say she had to get married. She just wanted to have a place to stay.
What's more, Wen Qing is still a teenager and doesn't look stable at all. There will definitely be many things for them to quarrel about after they get married.
"How can that be possible?" Wen Qimin was stunned, then glared at Wen Qing.
This brat deserves a beating!
"You're still picking?" Wen Qing didn't notice his grandfather's reaction at the moment. He glared at Shen Zhaoyue angrily: "You still think you're a lady. Do you think now is still the time for you capitalists to be picky?"
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