Xu Xinghe stood outside the office building, the cold wind brushing against her hair.
She looked up at the familiar window on the third floor.
A dark shadow flashed by, so fast it was almost an illusion.
Xu Xinghe smiled wryly at the empty window, a faint sense of melancholy creeping into her eyes.
She could understand Jiang Linchuan; after all, she had been so immature before, hurting him so deeply…
It's normal that he's somewhat wary and distrustful of himself now, and unwilling to open up.
Moreover, Jiang Linchuan's personality has always been like this: rigid, cold, and strict about rules. He seems to never care about the outside world, and he can keep even the biggest emotions to himself. He always has that calm and strong appearance on his face.
He only shows a different side of himself when he is facing Xu Xinghe.
If Xu Xinghe hadn't died once in her previous life and glimpsed the hidden side of his heart, she probably would never have known that this man's love was so deep.
Xu Xinghe exhaled softly, and a white outline could be vaguely seen.
It's really cold now.
She tightened her collar, making up her mind.
You have to pamper your own man.
She will prove the hurt she suffered through her actions.
Back in the courtyard, Xu Xinghe immediately checked her online space.
She picked out all sorts of winter supplies she had specially bought for Jiang Linchuan: several thick cashmere coats, as well as various wool socks and wool pants, all of which were high-quality goods from Hong Kong.
In the corner were also her expensive cold medicine, frostbite cream, and ginger tea bags to prevent colds; she found a whole bunch of them.
Finally, Xu Xinghe took out more than a dozen bottles of juice made with spiritual spring water, as well as external wound medicine made with medicinal herbs.
It covers all aspects of life, including clothing, food, housing, and transportation.
Xu Xinghe took out a list and sorted all the items into categories before handing it to Zhou Chengmu, whom she had met before. "Please give these things to Commander Jiang and tell him it's... a token of our appreciation."
Yes, to express condolences.
Comfort his wounded little heart.
Zhou Chengmu was initially very happy to see Xu Xinghe, so excited that he didn't know where to put his hands. But upon hearing this, he felt a sudden pang of sadness, as if a stone was lodged in his chest. "Okay... I'll go give it to Commander Jiang right away."
Xu Xinghe took out a bag of milk candy. "This is for you. Thank you for your hard work."
Zhou Chengmu took the milk candy, put it in his innermost pocket, and then left.
Watching his retreating figure, Xu Xinghe silently prayed that this warmth could gradually heal Jiang Linchuan's broken heart.
In the office.
Jiang Linchuan frowned as he looked at the object in Zhou Chengmu's hand.
He originally wanted the other party to send it back directly, but a thought suddenly flashed through his mind—if he didn't want it, would he just send it to Li Xingzhou instead?
Thinking of this, Jiang Linchuan took the package with his large hand and said, "You can go now."
Zhou Chengmu pursed his lips. "Yes."
The door closed.
Jiang Linchuan opened the package, and the contents inside made him slightly stunned.
The thick wool knee pads were something he had previously refused.
He needs a warm coat and wool pants.
There are also medicines for treating colds, and even fruit juice, which has a faint sweet aroma as soon as it's opened.
This must have been brought from Shanghai; there's no such thing in Heilongjiang Province.
Jiang Linchuan picked up the juice and could still feel the coolness of the glass bottle.
The discomfort I felt gradually subsided.
He tilted his head back and took a sip. It wasn't very sweet, but it was refreshing. After drinking it, he felt completely relaxed, inside and out.
Jiang Linchuan twisted the lid on, hesitated for a long time, and finally poured it all into his water glass.
That way, others won't be able to tell what's inside...
However, since he has already accepted it, he certainly cannot return it.
Thinking about his attitude towards Xu Xinghe today, Jiang Linchuan pursed his lips slightly.
Or... should I bring her some firewood tonight? And maybe start a fire for her myself? Or perhaps I should boil some extra bathwater for her...
"Beep beep beep—"
The phone rang suddenly and urgently.
Jiang Linchuan picked up the receiver, and a serious, deep voice came from the other end, "Commander Jiang, this is a classified mission, you cannot refuse. Please provide your unique identification number..."
Five minutes later.
The call ended.
Jiang Linchuan looked solemn. This was an urgent mission, and they were to depart in an hour.
He stood up, looked at the water glass, and finally decided not to tell Xu Xinghe yet.
This is a good opportunity to calm myself down and properly handle the relationship between the two of us.
This also gives Xu Xinghe a chance to think carefully: does she really want to be with him?
Or does she mean that she can continue to see Li Xingzhou even when he's not around?
"Lieutenant Wang."
"Commander Jiang, I'm here."
Jiang Linchuan ordered in a deep voice, "I'm about to go on a confidential mission. Send two people to keep an eye on Xu Xinghe and ensure her safety."
Lieutenant Wang paused for a moment, then nodded knowingly, "Yes, Commander Jiang, don't worry, Miss Xu will definitely be alright."
He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "This commander clearly wants to know Xu Xinghe's every move. What danger could there be in the compound?"
Sigh, this person in charge is good in every way, except for one thing: he's all talk and no action.
Everyone could see that he treated Xu Xinghe differently, yet he remained indifferent to her, avoiding her at all costs, for reasons unknown.
Well, that's not something he can control.
Jiang Linchuan didn't notice Wang's expression. After giving his instructions, he picked up his military overcoat, strode out of the office, and went to carry out his mission.
His departure went unnoticed by anyone.
Everyone was used to the commander disappearing for a period of time from time to time.
Xu Xinghe, however, knew nothing.
She waited and waited, but Jiang Linchuan never replied.
She could only ask Wang Chunmei for information.
In the small house full of life, Wang Chunmei was sitting cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed) knitting gloves. When she saw Xu Xinghe, she immediately smiled and said, "Oh, Xinghe is here. Come and sit down."
She reached under the small blanket beside her and pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds and peanuts. "Have some, they're still warm."
Xu Xinghe took the chair and, imitating Wang Chunmei, sat cross-legged next to her, her two thick black braids hanging down to her waist. "Aunt Mei, Jiang Linchuan and I had a little argument, and he suddenly stopped talking to me. What should I do?"
Wang Chunmei's ears immediately perked up, her eyes lit up, and her face clearly showed her eagerness to hear gossip. "What's going on?"
"I don't really know either..."
Wang Chunmei's hands didn't stop moving, the knitting needles flying nimbly as she jokingly said, "Young couples always have their disagreements. You two are now engaged and will get married sooner or later, so a little friction is nothing. Just speak your mind. Anything will be fine as long as you talk it out."
Xu Xinghe listlessly fiddled with the yarn in her hands. She was telling the truth, but the problem was that Jiang Linchuan didn't believe her at all!
"Aunt Mei, I've said everything I can, but Jiang Linchuan is still cold to me."
Wang Chunmei stopped what she was doing, patted the back of her hand, and said, "Then you should put more effort into coaxing him. Men are sometimes like children. You have to give them a little treat from time to time, give them some gifts they like, and let them know how you feel. Look at my husband, I often cook his favorite dishes and knit him gloves and socks. He feels so comfortable."
"I sent them all." Xu Xinghe counted on her fingers, "I sent everything I could think of, things to keep warm, things to treat illnesses."
She did want to give him gold bars or something, but the problem was that Jiang Linchuan's personality made it impossible for him to accept them.
Wang Chunmei held up the yarn in her hands, her gaze falling on Xu Xinghe's fair little hands. "Did you make that yourself? Those ready-made things are not as sincere as handmade ones. When Commander Jiang wears something handmade, it's like you're by his side. It's guaranteed to calm him down!"
Xu Xinghe's eyes finally lit up. "Great idea, Aunt Mei, please teach me!"
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