Ling Ruoke stared in astonishment at the unfamiliar male face, not understanding why he would suddenly ask such a question.
Zhuang Yuqi didn't have a mother, and she loved him as if he were her own child. If it were just about being Zhuang Yuqi's mother, she would naturally be willing. But Zhuang Yuqi's mother had another identity: the wife of this provincial party secretary. He wouldn't have forgotten, would he?
This was only their fourth meeting, and they hadn't really talked much each time. Where did he get the idea that he wanted to marry her?
"You're not willing?" Zhuang Yicheng asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Ling Ruoke didn't know how to answer. Should she say, "I don't want to be your wife?" But he didn't ask her if she wanted to be his wife! After thinking for a moment, she said, "These students are like my children. If they are willing to treat me like a mother, I naturally don't mind."
"Not everyone, just Zhuang Yuqi."
Ling Ruoke felt embarrassed. Just then, her phone rang, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She took out her phone and waved it at him. "Excuse me, I need to take this call."
She put the phone to her ear and strode out of the medical room.
Zhuang Yicheng naturally saw that she was using this as an excuse to run away, but he didn't stop her. Perhaps one day, she would agree.
...
Ever since receiving Qingfeng's call, Ling Ruoke had felt her right eyebrow twitching intensely. She endured it until evening, finally unable to resist asking her friend, "Peishi, has your Fu Peigang mentioned any secret training lately?"
Tan Peishi was eating sunflower seeds and watching TV when she replied with two words without even turning her head: "No."
Qingfeng and Fu Peigang always seem to be together, especially on missions. Why aren't they together this time? Could something have happened? No, she has to call Qingfeng.
She abruptly stood up, picked up the phone, and dialed a number. Only after hearing the message that the phone was switched off did she remember that Qingfeng had said they shouldn't contact the outside world for the next few days.
"Ruo Ke, what's wrong?" The commotion startled Tan Peishi as well.
Ling Ruoke shook her head and rubbed her temples. "Qingfeng called to say he has to participate in secret training these few days and can't contact the outside world. But doesn't he usually do everything with your Fu Peigang? I'm worried..."
Tan Peishi paused for a moment, then rolled her eyes. "Please, Fu Peigang's rank is different from the captain's. There are many operations that captains can participate in that Fu Peigang isn't even qualified for. Don't overthink it!"
Ling Ruoke thought about it and agreed. After all, Qingfeng was the captain, which was different from ordinary soldiers.
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City B. The capital of Ziyun.
Although the injury was severe, it was still just a superficial wound. After applying the medicine, the cool sensation made it less painful.
Huo Qingfeng had been awake for a while, but he was still lying face down with his eyes closed. The old lady was sobbing in his ear, crying very sadly. For Ruoke's sake, he refrained from moving or saying anything to comfort her.
The old lady didn't leave his room until dinner time.
Huo Qingfeng moved his stiff body and exhaled. The old man really went all out; his backside was truly bleeding this time. But if a bruised backside could solve the problem, then it was worth it.
The old lady, perhaps worried that he wouldn't be able to eat, returned shortly afterward and brought him some food.
"Qingfeng, you're awake? How are you? Does it still hurt? You silly boy, why didn't you beg your father for mercy? You just toughed it out!" She kept nagging, her voice full of heartache.
"Mom, I'm fine. It's just a beating, right? Look at my body, I have many more terrible wounds, and I've gotten through them all." Most of those wounds were gunshot wounds, blast wounds, or knife wounds.
His words made Yang Ziyun's heart ache again. Her son had already suffered so much while serving in the army, and now that he was home, his old man was beating him like this. That damned old man!
"You must be hungry too. Mom brought you some food, I'll feed you." Yang Ziyun was excited at the thought of feeding her son. This boy had been independent since he was little, and hadn't let anyone feed him since he was two, insisting on eating by himself. It made her, as his mother, feel very unaccomplished.
Huo Qingfeng shifted his body, turning his face towards the wall. "I'm not hungry, and I don't have much of an appetite. Mom, I want to sleep. You eat by yourself."
"How can you not eat? Son, just eat a little, half a bowl is enough, okay?" It seems like feeding him wasn't this difficult before he was two years old.
Huo Qingfeng simply ignored him, his breathing gradually becoming even and long, as if he had already fallen asleep.
Yang Ziyun stood by the bedside for a while, then sighed. She knew her son was blaming her. But what mother in the world would want her son to marry a divorced woman, and even ruin his future for her?
The door closed, and Huo Qingfeng suddenly opened his eyes, hurriedly getting up. The movement aggravated his injured buttocks, causing him to wince in pain. He clicked the door shut and locked it from the inside.
The cell phone was naturally taken away. There was a computer, but no internet access.
I walked to the window and saw that the place was guarded every ten steps, with a pavilion every five steps. I didn't even need to look to know the same was true outside the door. I drew the curtains, covered my mouth, yawned, and climbed back into bed. I hadn't slept well last night; now I could catch up on some sleep. Having enough energy is essential for doing things well—that's a truth.
He relaxed and quickly fell asleep. In his dream, a lovely little woman smiled sweetly. Her silvery laughter tinkled in his ears…
When Huo Qingfeng woke up, it was late at night, and the world was completely dark. He looked at his watch and saw it was three in the morning.
I threw back the covers and got out of bed, fumbling for the power button on the computer before putting it on the bed and covering it with the covers again. Then I crawled under the bed to retrieve something from under the mattress. I accidentally touched my wound, and grimaced in pain once more.
Once the pain subsided, I lifted the blanket and, sure enough, the computer had successfully booted up. I quickly turned on the sound control and switched it to mute mode.
The chat software had barely logged in when that silly penguin started jumping around incessantly. I clicked on it, and sure enough, it was that guy, Xuan Yuanqi. He wasn't online, but he sent an offline file with the words "Good luck," along with a bloodstained knife.
The internet speed was pretty good, and the files were received quickly. I casually sent the guy a grinning emoji and opened the files. One of them was a floor plan of a house, and the others were photos of the house taken from different locations.
It was a villa, built with great luxury and exquisite craftsmanship. Its security system was also extremely well-designed, taking into account almost every corner, making it very difficult to enter unnoticed and escape unscathed.
Huo Qingfeng's expression immediately turned serious. He found paper and pen on the bookshelf and, using the computer light, first drew the plan on paper. Then, referring to the actual picture, he made some marks on the plan.
In the dim light, his tall figure resembled a mountain, exuding both a sense of oppression and security. His eyes, however, were like sharp blades, radiating a light that instilled fear.
Yes, a sharp blade!
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