Chapter 61 Qingyun Rong Chengzhou, I want you.
This message froze Rong Chengzhou in place.
He immediately turned around and said to Xing Kaiyu as he walked, "Kaiyu, help me apply for the best family room. I'll use it tonight."
"Huh?" Xing Kaiyu was stunned, and had to jog to keep up with him. "Where am I supposed to apply for it for you in the middle of the night?!"
Rong Chengzhou continued walking, his voice cold: "Then go find the commander. He owes me several conditions, and it's time to pay them back."
"...Brother, you're telling me to say this to the commander? Aren't you trying to get me killed?!"
Rong Chengzhou: "If you can't see the family quarters by 5 o'clock, you'll lose your head here first."
Xing Kaiyu: "..."
Living father!
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Jiang Mingxue didn't know what she was thinking. She cried in her room for a while, then changed her clothes and took a taxi to the station.
The only available train ticket was for the train, and she stood on the train for more than five hours before finally arriving in Ancheng.
A month ago, she casually asked Rong Chengzhou which city he would visit next, and he said Ancheng, which she remembered.
Actually, she wasn't quite sure if Rong Chengzhou was here; there was a high probability that the location of the temporary mission would be changed.
But she had no choice; this was the only place she knew.
I came because I wanted to see him.
Whether he was in Ancheng or not, at least she had been there.
At 4:30 a.m., Rong Chengzhou drove his SUV from the base to the train station and immediately spotted Jiang Mingxue hunched over in the corner of the steps.
The wind, carrying the sounds of people coming and going at the station, rushed in. She was only wearing a thin light brown coat, which did not keep her warm at all.
She was all huddled up, hugging her knees, a tiny, fragile figure, like a kite forgotten in a corner of this bustling station, easily blown away by the wind.
Years later, Rong Chengzhou still couldn't forget this scene.
His frail wife once traveled hundreds of kilometers alone from east to west at four in the morning on a rainy night, on a standing-room-only train for five hours, to see him.
He couldn't describe how he felt at that moment.
All he knew was that for the next few decades, no matter how much she hit or scolded him, he could no longer get angry at all when he thought of that thin and frail girl outside the station.
He carefully walked over, took off his windbreaker, and draped it over her shoulders.
A weight settled on her shoulder, and she saw a pair of spotless military boots. Jiang Mingxue slowly raised her head, her clear eyes brimming with tears, her eyes red-rimmed, but when she saw him, they seemed to be filled with stars, shining brightly: "You've come."
The man's throat tightened, and after a long while, he finally uttered a short syllable: "Mmm."
He knelt down on one knee, bent down and carefully held her in his arms, shielding her from all the cold wind: "I'm sorry I'm late."
Jiang Mingxue shook her head, her voice trembling slightly from the cold: "No, it's just that I didn't tell you before I came."
Rong Chengzhou: "What will you do if I'm not in Ancheng?"
Jiang Mingxue thought about it carefully, her voice gentle yet firm:
"Then I'll stand there for another five hours before going back."
She spoke without any emotion, just a serious statement, so easily, yet Rong Chengzhou's throat tightened, and he couldn't utter a word.
He was indeed not in Ancheng last week; he was temporarily assigned to another city.
He couldn't imagine how long she would have waited for him at the station if he hadn't been transferred back, if he hadn't just gotten off the plane, if he hadn't seen the news, and what kind of disappointment she would have felt going back.
And what kind of dangers might she face during this process?
He tightened his arms and pulled her into a tight embrace.
His usually calm voice trembled slightly: "Peipei, I'm sorry."
Since he left, he has apologized to her countless times.
Saying sorry is polite, but feeling bad means you owe someone something.
He owes her a debt he can never repay in this lifetime.
What Rong Chengzhou didn't know was that Jiang Mingxue wanted to see him, but she didn't necessarily need to see him.
Seeing him would be perfect, but not seeing her would also be acceptable.
She knew he was on a classified mission, knew he might not see the message, and even knew he might not be in Ancheng.
She knew all the consequences that would happen, but she still came without hesitation.
It was simply because of her motives, which were purely impulsive.
—I want to see him, I really, really want to.
At least on her journey to find him, there would be a glimmer of hope to ease her longing.
It was on the way that Jiang Mingxue finally understood.
Fourteen days is enough to change a habit, and now it's the fifteenth day. Her longing for him has long since exceeded her usual habits.
Those feelings she couldn't distinguish before gradually became clear and distinct in the two weeks of separation.
It was a feeling that she craved and that made her willing to give it her all.
She figured it out.
The dry, cold wind swept through the hall, but didn't touch her at all.
She leaned against his chest, listening to that long-lost, strong heartbeat, and all the unease of the night seemed to find its home.
Fearing her legs would go numb from squatting, Rong Chengzhou picked her up and carried her to the SUV.
As soon as she stood up straight, she frowned: "Why have you lost weight again?"
In just half a month, I lost several pounds.
He finally gained a little weight, but then became so thin he looked like he weighed nothing.
Jiang Mingxue wrapped her arms around his neck, denying it guiltily:
“I eat a lot every day.”
"Then you should eat more in the future."
"Oh, okay."
After placing her in the passenger seat, I suddenly thought, "Where's your luggage?"
Jiang Mingxue rubbed her red nose: "I didn't bring any luggage."
"What about the bag?"
"...I didn't bring it either."
Rong Chengzhou lifted his eyes to look at her: "So what did you bring?"
He pulled both hands out of his pockets, each holding two items: "I brought my phone and my ID card."
Rong Chengzhou stared at her for two seconds, then burst into laughter in exasperation.
She wanted to scold him in a low voice, but her tone remained gentle: "Where did you get the nerve to do that? What if you get lost?"
In the dead of night, a girl dared to go on a long trip without taking anything with her.
Jiang Mingxue retorted, not to be outdone: "With these two, we won't lose them."
Rong Chengzhou was too lazy to refute her.
Looking down, he noticed the slight bulges on the sides of her thin coat and casually asked, "What's in your pocket?"
Jiang Mingxue glanced to the side and said, "Toilet paper."
Rong Chengzhou understood. Although he didn't know why she packed so much toilet paper, he didn't press her for an answer, closed the passenger door, and got into the car.
Turn on the car's heater, and it warms up quickly.
Ancheng experiences large temperature differences between day and night, with daytime temperatures in the twenties and nighttime temperatures dropping below ten.
On the way, Xing Kaiyu sent the location and room number of the family compound, and Rong Chengzhou drove Jiang Mingxue there.
The best family compound that was approved in the middle of the night was obtained by Rong Chengzhou through his past military achievements.
The furniture in the room was old, but the bedding was new and the toiletries were all provided.
Rong Chengzhou put her on the bed and took a shower first. Afraid that she would wait too long, he came out in ten minutes.
Without even drying his hair, he leaned against the headboard, reached out and hugged her tightly, asking softly, "Have you been mistreated at home?"
Jiang Mingxue shook her head and denied it: "No."
Rong Chengzhou remained silent, but gently brushed aside the stray hairs on her forehead, revealing a bruise she had been deliberately concealing: "What happened to the injury on your head?"
"..." Suddenly exposed, Jiang Mingxue rolled her eyes guiltily.
She deliberately let her hair down to cover it in the car, but he noticed it so quickly.
He had initially tried to argue his way out, but he was defeated by Rong Chengzhou's sharp gaze.
“Okay,” she replied, giving in. “I was hit by a troublemaking patient during the day.”
Rong Chengzhou frowned slightly: "What did you use to smash it?"
Jiang Mingxue answered honestly, "Tea cup."
The surrounding air was instantly cooled, and the air pressure dropped frighteningly low.
Jiang Mingxue involuntarily shrank her shoulders and called his name: "Rong Chengzhou..."
Hearing her voice, the man's cold expression softened, and he tightened his grip on her arm: "I'm here."
His fingertips carefully traced the skin around her wound, his voice trailing off with a tension he himself didn't realize: "Does it hurt?"
Jiang Mingxue shook her head subconsciously, then nodded emphatically two seconds later, looking at him with a pained expression: "It hurts."
Her eyes were still slightly red, and her voice was choked with sobs, which made Rong Chengzhou's heart clench.
He immediately sat up and said, "I'll take you to the hospital."
Jiang Mingxue quickly grabbed him: "I was just kidding. I applied medicine before I came, and it doesn't hurt much anymore."
Rong Chengzhou asked incredulously, "Really?"
Jiang Mingxue nodded emphatically: "It really is true."
She wrapped her arms around his waist: "I can't stay here with you for long. I don't want to waste my time in the hospital."
Rong Chengzhou tentatively believed her and leaned back against the headboard: "This is a family compound. You can stay as long as you want."
Jiang Mingxue shook her head: "No, I have to go back to work. I can't stay here for long. I can only stay until tomorrow at the latest."
"Peipei, please stay with me for a few more days, okay?" The man looked down into her eyes, his cold voice seemingly carrying a hint of pleading.
Her clear, deep eyes were like a still pool, drawing people in deeply.
When had Colonel Rong, who was always aloof and indifferent, ever shown such an expression? Jiang Mingxue's heart softened completely; she couldn't bear to refuse, nor did she want to.
This was the first time she yielded to her emotions over reason, and smiled.
"Okay, I'll stay and keep you company."
His cold, stern features seemed to melt away with warm water; the man's brows relaxed slightly as he held her and lay down.
At six o'clock in the morning, the sky was already mostly bright, and the faint light shone through the simple white gauze curtains onto the couple embracing.
Rong Chengzhou gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips, staring at the wound on her forehead for a long time. Finally, he bent down and kissed the uninjured part of her forehead, coaxing her gently, "You've been traveling all night, go to sleep."
Jiang Mingxue nodded, then looked up at him: "Didn't you sleep tonight either? Do you have a mission today?"
He was still wearing his flight suit when he came to pick her up, clearly having just gotten off a plane.
Rong Chengzhou hummed in agreement, gently patting her back with his palm: "Originally I needed to, but I switched shifts with Kaiyu, so I can spend time with you today."
Jiang Mingxue: "That's good."
Rong Chengzhou looked down at her: "Is there anywhere you want to go today? I'll go with you when you wake up."
Jiang Mingxue shook her head: "No."
"Then when you wake up, I'll take you to get something to eat and take a walk around the neighborhood."
She had finally managed to travel far away, and Rong Chengzhou wanted her to have some fun nearby, just to relax.
Jiang Mingxue shook her head again: "I don't want to go."
Rong Chengzhou paused, unable to think of anything else to do in this desolate wilderness: "So what do you want to do today?"
Jiang Mingxue didn't say anything, but simply released her arms from his waist, propped herself up on one arm, cupped his face in one hand, and leaned down to kiss his lips.
In the dim light, she lowered her head slightly, her clear eyes filled with an alluring glint of water.
"Rong Chengzhou, I want you."
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