Keeping the promise

Seeing that Zheng Wancheng still ignored him, Li Yunting's anger was ignited again.

He could no longer tolerate Zheng Wancheng torturing him like this, and on impulse, he took a step forward, picked up Zheng Wancheng and walked downstairs.

Zheng Wancheng was startled by this sudden action and began to struggle, shouting, "Li Yunting, let me go!"

But Li Yunting was not moved at all. He held her tightly, with firm and quick steps.

When they got downstairs, Li Yunting stuffed Zheng Wancheng into the car, then quickly got in, started the car, and left the military camp without hesitation.

Lei Wanjun, who was standing in front of the window on the second floor of the military camp, looked at the car driving out of the military camp and said with a sense of relief: "These two little ancestors are finally gone. They are really capable!"

The soldier next to him echoed: "Yes, these two little guys are really powerful."

Lei Wanjun smiled and recalled the little things he had experienced with them before. These two people were sometimes naughty and mischievous in the military camp, but they always showed their talents at critical moments.

He sighed and said, "That's what young people should do." Then he turned and left the window.

Along the way, Zheng Wancheng kept yelling, "Li Yunting, are you crazy? What are you doing?"

Li Yunting pursed his lips, said nothing, and just focused on driving. The car sped towards home.

When Li Yunting returned home, he immediately told Mrs. Zhang, "Mrs. Zhang, hurry up and prepare the meal." After that, he carried the still struggling Zheng Wancheng and strode to the bedroom.

Zheng Wancheng twisted his body vigorously and shouted, "Li Yunting, let me go!"

Li Yunting didn't care, and carried Zheng Wancheng into the bedroom and put her directly on the bed. When Zheng Wancheng was about to get up, Li Yunting leaned over and pressed on her, trying to calm her down.

Zheng Wancheng's eyes widened with anger, and she kept waving her hands to push him away. Li Yunting was so anxious that he kissed Zheng Wancheng's lips directly. Zheng Wancheng was shocked and angry, and bit Li Yunting hard.

Li Yunting opened his mouth in pain, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Zheng Wancheng, his eyes filled with helplessness and affection: "Wancheng, stop making trouble."

Zheng Wancheng panted and shouted, "Li Yunting, you bastard!"

Li Yunting left Zheng Wancheng, turned around and walked quickly to the kitchen, and saw the durian in the corner. He picked up the durian without hesitation and returned to the bedroom.

After entering the bedroom, Li Yunting walked straight to Zheng Wancheng, then bent his knees and knelt down on the durian with a "plop".

Zheng Wancheng was so shocked by his sudden action that he forgot to be angry and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Wancheng, I was wrong this time. I shouldn't have failed to explain things to you clearly and caused you to misunderstand, and I shouldn't have restricted your freedom. I admit my mistake and beg you to forgive me." Li Yunting looked sincere, his eyes full of regret.

Zheng Wancheng turned his head away and snorted coldly: "Do you think I can forgive you so easily like this?"

Li Yunting gritted his teeth. Although the thorns of the durian pricked his knees and hurt, his tone was still firm: "Wancheng, no matter how you punish me, it's fine as long as you can calm down."

Zheng Wancheng looked at his painful expression and couldn't help but waver in his heart, but he still said firmly: "Just kneel down!"

Li Yunting nodded: "As long as you can vent your anger, I can kneel for as long as I want."

Zheng Wancheng looked at Li Yunting kneeling on the durian in pain, and finally softened her heart.

"Get up, don't kneel anymore." Although Zheng Wancheng's tone was still cold, there was a hint of relaxation in his eyes.

Li Yunting shook his head and insisted, "If you don't forgive me, I won't get up."

Zheng Wancheng sighed and said, "Get up first and explain everything to me."

Li Yunting then carefully got up from the durian, with some blood already on his knees.

He ignored the pain and quickly sat down next to Zheng Wancheng and began to explain: "Wancheng, the lipstick mark on your collar that day was really a misunderstanding. I had a quarrel with you and went to Qin Huaifeng's place. Later, he went to get some wine. A female employee from the cooperative company came in. I asked her to leave, but she said she was going to toast and leave. Then she pretended to sprain her ankle and accidentally rubbed it. I didn't notice it at all at the time. Later, I found out that you were angry because of this, and I was anxious, but I didn't know how to explain it to you so that you would believe it."

Zheng Wancheng listened quietly, his expression gradually relaxing.

Li Yunting continued, "I know I have ignored your feelings recently and made you feel wronged. I will pay attention in the future and will not let this happen again. Wan Cheng, can you forgive me this time?"

Zheng Wancheng was silent for a while, then said: "I will trust you for now, but if you do it again, it won't be as simple as kneeling on a durian."

Li Yunting felt relieved and hugged Zheng Wancheng into his arms: "No, absolutely not."

At this time, Mrs. Zhang shouted outside the door: "Master, the meal is ready."

Li Yunting took Zheng Wancheng's hand and said, "Let's go and have dinner first. You haven't eaten anything all day."

Zheng Wancheng nodded, and the two walked out of the room together.