The next morning, Nanxi was still curled up in bed, but Balu had already woken up and started packing.
The newlywed wife had to pack so many things when she returned home that she had to pack three large suitcases, even though she couldn't pack any more.
The big man didn't quite understand the woman's obsession with small things. He just knew that if he couldn't find what she wanted when he returned to Yangon, he would have a hard time. He checked it carefully twice before taking the box downstairs and handing it to Biaozi and Fu Chai.
He came to China for medical treatment, and his luggage was less than half full of his marching backpack, which looked pitifully small next to his young wife's magnificent suitcase.
Biaozi and Fuchai were already fully aware of their boss's status in the family. They were too lazy to even sympathize with him and just kept their heads down doing their own work.
Only when all the things were loaded into the car did a dim light appear on the horizon.
Baru sat down beside the bed and pulled Nanxi out of the quilt with his long arms.
"Baby, get up, wash up, and sleep on the bus. I won't disturb you anymore. After we pass the border, I'll carry you directly to the plane and hold you until you wake up. Okay?"
Nanxi didn't even open her eyes, and reluctantly stretched out her hands to hook them around his neck. The man put slippers on her feet, carried her to the bathroom, and stuffed a toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed into her hand. Only then did she weakly begin to brush her teeth.
Baru looked at her confused expression and curled his lips in amusement, "You really are spoiled to death."
Nanxi then turned around and glared at him fiercely, "You are not allowed to touch me for a week."
Yesterday he insisted that it was his wedding night, and he tossed and turned until midnight, almost tearing himself apart, and now he's making sarcastic remarks again.
"Then you might as well just take a knife and kill your second brother. I can't control it anyway." Baru shamelessly stuck behind her.
"Wife, brush your teeth with me, it's comfortable."
"Go away, you annoying guy." Nanxi didn't bother to pay attention to him. She quickly washed her face, applied some skin care products and sunscreen, and left the bathroom.
At this moment, she was bare-faced and without any makeup. She had a natural beauty that was between the tenderness of a young girl and the charm of a young woman. It was pure, sexy and captivating.
Until this moment, Balu still felt a little unreal. Did Nan Xiaoxi really marry him?
He touched the notebook on his chest with his big hand, and then he felt a little more at ease.
Nan Xiaoxi is my real wife, no matter in the legal system of China or Myanmar, she is my real wife.
As a senior military officer holding real power in the Myanmar military, his wife must be registered with the national security department and the military confidentiality department. The name Nanxi will be tied to Baru for the rest of his life.
The handsome man frowned. He was a married man now, and he had a promise to his wife on his back. He could never act impulsively like before, and he had to leave a way out for his family.
Suddenly, he began to understand why Mengge acted so differently after getting married, especially after having children. He would rather spend time and energy thinking and scheming against the politicians in Congress than take action rashly.
Once a man has a soft spot, he starts to feel restrained. It's okay for him to suffer, but nothing can happen to his wife and children.
"Hubby, take down the calligraphy in the study for me. It was written by my great-grandfather. I have to take it to our new home."
Nanxi walked to the door and suddenly remembered something.
"Okay. Honey, I'll get it. You go have breakfast first."
"Yes." She took two steps. "Oh, and the inkstone on the desk, the one with the bamboo carvings on it, bring it to me too. It was used by my father, and I want to take it away too."
She thought of one thing after another, and the man behind her nodded, "Okay, anything else?"
"If possible, I would like to move my whole family there, but it's obviously not realistic." The little woman pouted and shook her head.
Baru laughed and said, "If you want to come back, we can come back anytime. If you really can't bear to leave, let's go back first. I'll ask someone to come and move the house. It's not impossible to move the house there."
"This isn't my home alone." Nanxi looked at the portraits of her grandfather and father on the table in the middle hall. "This is the home of my father and grandfather. We have to take them home during the holidays."
"I know, baby, this will always be your root. I will follow you in the future, and this will also be my home." The man understood her attachment to home and her reluctance to leave, and comforted her softly.
"I'll go back and have someone renovate the manor to look like this, okay?"
"No need. We can be as casual as we want in our little home. Just keep the old house in your heart." She smiled, "Go ahead, get it and come down to eat."
Aunt Ying busied herself packing a box of Yuncheng specialties and asked Nanxi to give it to Balut's colleagues and friends in Yangon.
Balu looked at the pile of things, his temples throbbing, and directed Biaozi and Fuchai to move them onto the car.
The original plan was to have one car go directly to the port, but they had to add another car specifically for transporting luggage. Neither Biaozi nor Fu Chai wanted to drive for the boss and be a light bulb, so Balu kicked the two and got into the driver's seat himself.
Nanxi had been sleeping since she got in the car. She woke up for a while when crossing the border, and then she snuggled in Balu's arms after getting on the helicopter, and slept all the way to the helipad outside Yiya Manor.
The helicopter landed and the cabin door opened wide. The man picked up a thin blanket, wrapped his drowsy little wife in it, and carried her down the elevator.
At this moment, he had lost all the simplicity, honesty and integrity he had in China. His face was stern, and he was murderous and powerful. He was surrounded by heavy troops. The youngest and most prestigious god of war of the Yangon military government had returned, and the political storm that had been set off a few days ago had welcomed its newest protagonist.
Thick clouds rolled in the sky, making it dark in broad daylight. The monsoon humidity in the Indochina Peninsula heralds the arrival of another rainy season.
"Deputy Commander!"
Poha, who stayed behind in the army, stepped forward and saluted with a solemn military salute.
"Yeah," Balu pursed his lips and nodded, then walked inside. His hands were as steady as a rock. The little wife in his arms didn't even notice the change in environment and was sleeping soundly.
"Deputy Commander, this is a secret message from the Military and Political Building in Naypyidaw, asking you to respond as soon as you land."
Baru pursed his lips, "What happened? Is Sakun making any movement?"
"Not yet." Boha answered truthfully as he followed the man who entered. "You'd better call back quickly. They sound very anxious."
"Brother Meng has a very impatient temper. He can get mad at the smallest things." Balu didn't care. No one was more important than his wife now, so he had to settle his wife first.
"Have you checked the identities of the servants in the manor?" The man's mind was still full of thoughts about his wife.
"We've checked. Those brought in from the villa have all gone through multiple rounds of screening. The new recruits have also been strictly vetted by the military government's security department according to procedures. They have the same confidentiality level as the general's mansion, so there won't be any problems."
"We can't take it lightly. You must personally conduct another screening. The Wu Mansion has such strict security measures. Sister-in-law Zhenzhen has even issued a killing order. My wife hasn't yet entered the role. We must ensure that anyone who comes into contact with her is absolutely loyal. The families of these servants are all included in the key monitoring list. Any unusual movements must be reported immediately."
"Yes." Boha nodded and stopped at the door of the main building, waiting for his young boss to change into military uniform and then set off for the military headquarters building.
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