When Huo Beian and Gu Tingzhou finished their work and returned home, they were greeted by a fragrant aroma as soon as they entered the house.
Looking at the dining table again, it was already filled with four dishes and a soup.
Braised pork belly, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried bok choy with mushrooms, stewed pork and cabbage with glass noodles, and egg drop soup.
And there's fragrant rice.
"Wow, honey, I didn't know you could cook!"
Huo Beian was overjoyed, after all, he had always thought that his wife was a pampered young lady who never did housework.
They actually cooked such a big meal.
Gu Tingzhou was also very surprised, but also felt a little sorry for him.
That seemingly frail little princess actually learned to cook and prepare meals one day...
As expected, life has taken its toll...
"What are you waiting for? Wash your hands and eat."
Song Ning untied her apron and walked over.
Several people gathered around and began to eat.
During the meal, Song Ning thought that since it was Gu Tingzhou's first time visiting her home, she, as the hostess, should naturally serve him food.
"Brother Tingzhou, try this braised pork,"
"Thank you, little sister."
At this moment, Huo Beian was immediately displeased. He put down his chopsticks and coughed lightly.
Song Ning didn't mind. "Bei'an, your throat is sore. Drink some water."
After saying that, she poured him a glass of water.
As a result, Huo Beian coughed again, and after speaking, he deliberately glanced into the bowl.
Song Ning then realized that the implication was that she was upset because she was only putting food on Gu Tingzhou's plate and not on hers.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but secretly think to herself that Huo Beian was quite cute.
"Okay, I'll add one for you too."
After saying that, he added a piece of braised pork to Huo Beian's bowl, and Huo Beian's face finally showed a look of pleasure.
"How is it? Is it delicious?"
"It's so delicious! Honey, I never knew you were such a good cook," Huo Beian exclaimed.
Gu Tingzhou nodded as well, "It is indeed very good. However..."
He changed the subject, "Song Ning, you never used to cook. I'm sorry to have troubled you."
"What's there to feel aggrieved about? Sooner or later, you'll have to do it all yourself. It's not like the old society anymore."
Song Ning didn't take it seriously.
As a result, Huo Beian was unhappy and immediately put his chopsticks down on the table.
"Wife, I'll cook from now on. You don't need to cook. Just wait for me to cook for you. I can't let you suffer after marrying me."
"Um."
Song Ning was surprised by Huo Beian's response, and felt a warmth in her heart.
Gu Tingzhou smiled slightly, but felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
It's clear that Song Ning likes Huo Bei'an a lot, and Huo Bei'an also likes Song Ning a lot.
His presence here makes him seem like a third wheel.
...
I've only eaten half of my meal.
Then someone came over and said, "Battalion Commander Huo, you have a phone call."
"Excuse me, please continue eating. I'm going to take this call."
Huo Beian went to the gatekeeper's phone booth and answered the phone.
It was the voice of her mother, Li Yun.
She immediately started crying, "Bei'an! Something terrible has happened! Chunmei...she's pregnant..."
"What?"
Huo Beian felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
this……
“Bei’an, what should we do? Your sister is still so young, and she’s already pregnant. It’ll ruin her future… It’s all that Song Ning’s fault. If it weren’t for her, your sister wouldn’t be in this situation. Bei’an, have you divorced her? With this conflict, I don’t think we can get over it…”
Huo Beian felt a chill run down his spine.
I feel a bit choked up inside.
But he still tried to calm himself down. "Mom, please say less. I'll say it again, my sister's situation has nothing to do with my wife. Also, tell my sister to get an abortion while she's still in the early stages of pregnancy. This baby can't be kept."
"Okay, Bei'an..."
"Let my dad answer the phone."
Huo Zhengang's voice came from the other end, "Bei'an, what can I do for you?"
"Dad, I asked you to investigate that bastard who bullied my sister last time. Did you investigate? We can't let him get away with this. Even if he doesn't end up in jail, we have to get an explanation. We absolutely can't let this go."
"I've been busy lately and haven't had time to investigate yet. Okay, I understand."
After hanging up the phone, every step Huo Beian took on his way home felt like it was made of lead.
He knew that his sister and mother, probably because of this incident, might find their conflict with Song Ning irreconcilable.
Although he and Song Ning are now serving in the military, far from home.
But Gu Tingzhou is right.
After all, we're family; we'll have to face this sooner or later.
A lot of trouble is definitely waiting for him in the future...
I'm afraid he and his wife won't have a peaceful life in the future.
...
Just as Huo Beian went out to answer the phone.
Seeing that it was just the two of them, Gu Tingzhou decided to speak frankly.
"Song Ning, are you really sure you don't want to divorce him?"
"No, it's mainly because he doesn't agree to a divorce, so we can only stay like this for now."
"His family situation is complicated, and there will definitely be many conflicts waiting for you in the future. Can you handle them well?"
"I don't know, I'll just take it one step at a time."
Gu Tingzhou thought for a moment and then spoke, "Song Ning, I want to tell you something. I will always wait for you. If you are unhappy in the future, come to me anytime."
Song Ning immediately looked a little embarrassed. "Brother Tingzhou, don't be like that. There are plenty of fish in the sea, why be hung up on just one? Besides, I'm not that outstanding."
Gu Tingzhou smiled warmly, "Love arises without knowing why, and deepens with time. Song Ning, I've liked you since I was a child, it's etched into my bones, I can't explain it clearly."
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