Feng Qianqian, who was several steps behind, didn't live over there. If she went that way and someone saw her, she didn't know what would happen.
You can't exactly say it's on your way, can you?
Watching He Tingchuan walk away quickly, taking advantage of his long legs, Feng Qianqian laughed in exasperation: "Fine, you can ignore me now, but you'll be begging to be pampered later."
He Tingchuan was unaware of Feng Qianqian's delusions. He hung the clean clothes to dry on the clothes rack that had been specially extended outside the corridor. As for his underwear, he took it back to dry.
Since it's worn close to the body, it's not appropriate to hang it out to dry in public. Everyone is quite careful about it, and he can't let people laugh at him.
After hanging up the clothes, He Tingchuan looked at the bed, which was completely still with the curtains drawn to block out the light. Through the curtains, he saw a blurry figure and knew that Yun Jin was still asleep.
He Tingchuan didn't want to disturb her nap, so he quietly locked the door and left.
That day, several regimental and battalion commanders, who had never taken a break, returned from the training ground together and saw He Tingchuan standing under a tree, expressionless and upright.
He glanced at them with a cool gaze and gestured for them to come over.
The group exchanged glances, wondering what He Tingchuan wanted to see them about.
This person rarely sought them out after the match, which they found quite strange.
Ten minutes later, the curiosity on their faces vanished, replaced by gloomy expressions and intense anger in their eyes. They gritted their teeth, clenched their fists, and went home.
Their wives prepared their husbands' favorite dishes at home, and even stir-fried peanuts to accompany the wine. Occasionally, they would have a few drinks to relieve their fatigue: "The husband is back! The food is all ready, you..."
Looking up at the man's gloomy expression, the children were too frightened to move, afraid that their trouble would be discovered.
The woman's heart skipped a beat as she thought of what He Tingchuan had said earlier that day.
Could it be that Commander He really did complain?
Seriously? How can a grown man be so gossipy?
Despite their apologies and kind words, he still wouldn't let them off the hook. He was just saying it; he didn't mean any harm.
At this point, they still didn't realize how serious their actions were.
The men looked at the women who were trying to please them with a guilty conscience, and thought of what He Tingchuan had said: "Insulting martyrs and humiliating their relatives, you women are really something. If I wrote a letter to them, what do you think the higher-ups would do to punish me?"
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