She's a shrewd and sweet woman who transmigrated into a book.

Chapter 67 Sour Plum

Leng Yunting was already considered a formidable figure by many.

This battle further cemented his reputation.

Young in age, he is brave and resourceful, and fearless in the face of death for the sake of his men.

These young soldiers admired him even more.

Men naturally admire the strong, let alone a group of spirited young men like this.

They admired Leng Yunting and his men even more for taking down the enemy's stronghold.

The word spread quickly, and many people wanted to see this Commander Leng.

No, to be precise, I want to see Liu Jingyi.

Let's see what kind of person he is who has recruited Commander Leng.

Liu Jingyi was already experiencing mild symptoms due to her pregnancy, and boarding the train made it even later.

Even though people come to visit from time to time, she can no longer care about anything else.

Once on the train, he immediately took over Leng Yunting's bed.

Listening to the rumbling of the train, my stomach was churning, and I couldn't fall asleep.

Liu Jingyi tugged at Leng Yunting's sleeve, her brows furrowed, looking distressed.

Leng Yunting sat on the edge of the bed and asked softly,

"Are you feeling unwell? Do you feel like throwing up?"

Liu Jingyi shook her head.

Leng Yunting could only watch helplessly as Liu Jingyi looked on like this.

Then he hugged Liu Jingyi tightly, letting her stay close to him, and patted her gently so that she could sleep comfortably for a while.

This time was different from usual; this train was full of military personnel.

The place was packed with people, including many young soldiers who wanted to watch the spectacle.

Leng Yunting merely raised his eyelids, made a shushing gesture towards the connecting area between the carriages, and then ignored it.

When the leaders in the unit saw this, they still came over to remind him, "Comrade Leng, shouldn't we be careful?"

Without even looking up, Leng Yunting said bluntly, "Then let them get lost!"

Leng Yunting's voice wasn't loud, but the young soldier in the carriage could still hear it clearly.

They exchanged glances and then dispersed.

After all, in their eyes, the Cold King of Hell had always been meticulous, so his sudden display of tenderness was quite a surprise.

The young lady is so beautiful, no wonder their cold-hearted king of hell fell for her.

Most of Leng Yunting's men were young lads, full of youthful vigor.

Despite how fierce they are on the battlefield, they don't even have a partner.

Seeing all of this makes me want to get married.

"The eldest brother is so stingy. His wife is so beautiful, yet he keeps her hidden away."

"You have no idea how much the eldest brother likes his sister-in-law. He carries her photo with him all the time, and he takes it out to look at it whenever he has a spare moment."

"Really? How do you know?"

"Hehe, I saw it secretly once."

"When the eldest brother was found injured, he was holding a photo of his sister-in-law in his hand, and there wasn't a single trace of blood on him!"

"But to be honest, my sister-in-law is really beautiful."

The envy among them became increasingly obvious.

These people, who used to wonder why they needed to get married, now actually want their families to arrange partners for them.

Although she can't compare to her sister-in-law, at least she's someone who cares about her.

They all felt that those kinds of days weren't so bad.

Leng Yunting ignored those young punks.

He looked down at the sleeping person in his arms, her brows furrowed as if she were dreaming. He smoothed her furrowed brow with his hand and kissed her forehead.

Throughout the journey, not only did he not get much sleep, but Liu Jingyi also didn't get a good night's sleep.

Liu Jingyi felt nauseous but couldn't vomit, and she also couldn't eat much of the food on the train.

Leng Yunting had to take care of her, and since the wound had scabbed over and become itchy, he didn't sleep well.

Given their current state, Liu Jingyi seems more like a patient.

Her already fair face was now even paler, completely devoid of color.

Leng Yunting covered her with a blanket and then got up to go find the train conductor.

"Comrade, my wife is experiencing severe morning sickness. I was wondering if you have any fruits like oranges?"

He had asked a doctor before, who said that smelling citrus scents could help suppress nausea.

The train conductor, a middle-aged woman, said kindly, "I'm afraid we don't have any fresh fruit, but..."

She thought for a moment and said, "If you don't mind, I have some pickled plums that I brought with me. You can take them back and let your loved one try them."

Leng Yunting was very grateful and took Meizi from him, saying, "Thank you so much!"

As a soldier, he couldn't accept things from others for free, so he took out some money from his pocket and handed it over.

The older sister quickly waved her hand, "No, no, it's just a few plums. You should go back now. It's very uncomfortable for a pregnant woman to travel by train."

Leng Yunting was about to refuse when a leader happened to pass by and said, "Alright, it's just a few plums, just accept them!"

When Leng Yunting returned to the carriage, Liu Jingyi was already awake.

She lay on her side, her brows furrowed, her hand pressed against her stomach, her face pale, and fine beads of sweat glistening on her forehead.

Liu Jingyi, who had just opened her eyes, had a vacant look in her eyes.

"Wake you up?"

Leng Yunting sat down on the edge of the bed, his voice very soft.

Liu Jingyi shook her head weakly, wanting to speak, but a wave of turmoil rose in her throat, and she immediately covered her mouth.

Leng Yunting quickly opened the oil paper package in his hand, and a strong sour smell instantly spread out, along with a faint fruity fragrance.

He picked up a plum and held it to Liu Jingyi's lips. "These are pickled plums given to me by the train attendant. She said they're very effective. Try them."

Liu Jingyi hesitated before taking the plum he offered her.

Sour! Extremely sour!
The nausea churning in her stomach was actually suppressed quite a bit, and her tightly furrowed brows relaxed considerably.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Mmm." Liu Jingyi nodded, let out a long sigh of relief, and felt as if she had come back to life.

"That's good." Leng Yunting gently wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, feeling very sorry for her.

"Are we almost there?" Liu Jingyi asked, now that she was a little more energetic.

"Yes, we'll be there in a little over an hour."

Looking out the window, Liu Jingyi touched her lower abdomen. At this moment, she felt a sense of belonging.

She missed home, the home that belonged only to her and Leng Yunting.

An hour passed quickly, and with Meizi by her side, she felt much better.

The train whistled a long blast; it had arrived at the station.

Someone came to pick them up. The driver saluted Leng Yunting and then took the two of them back to the military compound.

The car drove straight in and stopped at the entrance of the yard.

Hearing the commotion, Sister Chen hurried out to greet them.

Seeing Leng Yunting return unharmed, I was quite happy for the young couple.

She looked around again, but didn't see her husband, and was still a little disappointed.

Leng Yunting understood what Chen's wife meant, "Zhiguo should be back this afternoon."

"Really? Good, good!"

(End of this chapter)