When Song Yaoyao rushed out of the villa with several guards, she was stunned by the scene before her.
There were about a hundred soldiers in military uniforms lined up neatly in front of the Zhao family's small villa.
Zhou Jiuzhen stood at the front, ramrod straight, his eyes fixed on the person emerging through the iron gate, his voice cold and deep: "Hand over Ling Huanwu!"
Zhou Shuyao jumped out through the iron gate and started cursing at Song Yaoyao, "Song Yaoyao, I heard you weren't behaving yourself in the detention center, and you even hooked up with an old man. You haven't even divorced me yet and you're already rushing to be someone else's mistress. Don't you have any shame?"
Song Yaoyao was so angry that she wanted to scratch his face, but because of Zhou Jiuzhen and the group of tall and strong brothers behind him, she didn't dare to act rashly. She gave her subordinates a look and told them to bring Ling Huanwu out quickly.
Ling Huanwu came out rubbing her aching forehead, equally terrified by the commotion outside.
The lush greenery that met her eyes at the entrance was almost blinding.
As soon as the large iron gate opened and Ling Huanwu stepped out, she was suddenly pulled into someone's arms by a strong force.
The man's arms were like iron hoops around her back, his shoulder blades almost digging into her flesh.
Ling Huanwu could even hear his rapid breathing hitting the back of her neck, and the rusty sweat droplets hitting the top of her hair, each drop hotter than the last.
"Comrade Ling," the man's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded, as he pressed his chin against her forehead and rubbed it hard, as if he wanted to knead her into his bones and blood, "I thought I would never see you again."
Her face was pressed against his military uniform, soaked with cold sweat. She could clearly feel the violent rise and fall of his chest and the wildly beating heart. Even through the fabric, it vibrated like a drum, making her eardrums tremble.
Behind her, the soldiers cheered enthusiastically, but at that moment, all she heard was his suppressed sobs, mixed with the breathy whispers of his name, which made her eyes sting.
Zhou Jiuzhen suddenly tightened his arms, lifting her off the ground as if he wanted to knead her into his bones.
At this moment, Ling Huanwu seemed to deeply realize that this man, who was only "eighteen years old," loved her so passionately and sincerely.
These were things she had never experienced with Zhou Jiuzhen when he was twenty-three.
Ling Huanwu's hair was disheveled, and the man's stubble stung her cheeks, but neither of them let go.
The wind whipped up dust from the ground, blinding her, but she knew that the man who had held her had just broken military discipline and brought his brothers to rescue her.
It's obvious without even guessing that the family Song Yaoyao has climbed up to this time is probably not simple, otherwise Zhou Jiuzhen wouldn't have needed to call so many brothers to pick her up.
She never imagined that the man who was self-disciplined and always prioritized the military would run towards her so resolutely.
Amidst the increasingly loud cheers, she buried her face in his chest and her eyes quietly welled up with tears.
Zhou Shuyao, who was standing to the side and witnessed this scene, was like a stone statue, motionless, his eyes fixed on the two people's tightly embraced bodies, as if he was about to shatter at any moment.
As Qin Jin, who was hiding in the shadows, let out a deep sigh of relief, he collapsed to the ground, looking at his blood-soaked cloth shoes, feeling as if his heart was bleeding.
The large iron gate closed again.
Song Yaoyao stood there, stunned, in front of the little villa she had always dreamed of living in, watching the heartwarming scene of others embracing, feeling as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
At this moment, she saw a burning love in Zhou Jiuzhen's eyes that she had never seen in her previous life.
Her husband from her previous life, the husband who had never held her, now held Ling Huanwu as if he possessed the whole world; his overflowing love could not be hidden.
Song Yaoyao clutched her stomach, her face deathly pale, as a sudden pain shot through her lower back.
"What...what happened to me? Quick, take me...take me to the hospital!"
Song Yaoyao screamed and cried, her hands supporting her stomach.
The iron gate opened quickly.
Ling Huanwu was the first to hear the cries and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Song Yaoyao being surrounded by a group of people as she got into a car.
At Zhou Jiuzhen's command, the soldiers outside quickly made way, and the jeep sped past them toward the hospital.
"Hurry up and go with her, see if your wife is about to give birth!"
Zhou Jiuzhen nudged Zhou Shuyao, who was still standing there in a daze, urging him to catch up quickly.
Zhou Shuyao remained motionless, his expression dazed. "That's not my child. I'm not going. I'll go buy train tickets and we'll go back to the island."
As he spoke, he stiffened and walked toward the train station.
Ling Huanwu opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
On the train back.
The three of them bought standing tickets.
Zhou Shuyao bought a folding chair and placed it in the aisle, then tugged at Ling Huanwu's sleeve, gesturing for her to sit down.
Zhou Jiuzhen shook his head. "You sit down by yourself. If you sit so low, won't Comrade Ling be smelling the stinky feet of us stinky men the whole way?"
He glanced at Ling Huanwu beside him, who was munching on a meat patty like a little hamster, and a blush crept back onto his cheeks. "Comrade Ling, if you don't mind, how about I carry you on my back on the way..."
As Zhou Jiuzhen spoke, he pulled out a back chair from behind him. It was a uniquely designed chair that was wrapped around the back of a child or an adult with mobility issues.
Zhou Shuyao glanced at the folding chair on the ground, then at the bamboo chair with soft cushions on Zhou Jiuzhen's back, and his face turned red.
This is simply a case of overwhelming force.
His folding chair was instantly crushed in front of this large, human rocking chair, leaving not a trace.
Ling Huanwu reluctantly agreed, but in the end, under Zhou Jiuzhen's pouty, stern, and aggrieved expression, she sat down on the backrest chair.
The moment Zhou Jiuzhen carried his wife on his back, he immediately stood tall and proud, looking arrogant, as if he wanted everyone in the carriage to see him carrying his beautiful wife.
The men, women, and aunties in the carriage all covered their mouths and chuckled.
In another carriage, Qin Jinshen, who had paid a high price for a seat, returned to find an excuse to let Ling Huanwu sit down, only to witness the heartbreaking scene once again.
Ling Huan sat on the bamboo chair behind Zhou Jiuzhen with a charming smile, her lips occasionally brimming with laughter as she swayed back and forth.
Qin Jinshen almost lost his balance and fell to the ground again.
The guard quickly helped him up, saying worriedly, "Sir, please sit in that seat yourself. Your foot is still bleeding, don't worry about it..."
"I'm not sad," Qin Jin glared at him, his eyes brimming with competitive spirit. "Didn't you see that Zhou Shuyao looks the saddest?"
Following his gaze, the guard looked at Zhou Shuyao.
Sure enough, Zhou Shuyao, who had seemed relatively normal before, appeared to have gone mad again.
Every time Zhou Jiuzhen lifted Ling Huanwu up on his back, making her giggle, Zhou Shuyao would sit on a folding chair and bang his head against the metal wall of a train.
His appearance was as miserable as could be.
Zhou Jiuzhen carried Ling Huanwu on his back all the way, and even on the ship back to Wantan Island, he couldn't bear to put the woman down.
Zhou Shuyao and Qin Jin, hiding in a corner, watched with envy the whole way, completely unaware that behind them, there was another pair of eyes staring intently at them, their resentment almost overflowing.
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