Marrying Leng Libing Wang and having four children, traveling back to the 70s

Before the two operators' high voices had completely fallen, they received bursts of cold light from Lu Chenting's dark eyes, a bone-chilling chill, as if everything around them was instantly frozen, and they felt like they were in an ice cellar. Well, even if it was icy and snowy outside, it couldn't withstand the cold and chilling eyes of the Living King of Hell, which were as cold as an ice cellar.

Operator 1: "Hehe, Deputy Captain Lu, please, please—"

Operator 2: "Yes, yes, Deputy Captain Lu, please, please—"

The two operators said embarrassedly, as if they had escaped death.

"Fuck, a phone call is like being on a battlefield killing enemies and capturing prisoners. I almost pooped and pissed myself—"

Operator Two sighed inwardly, still dissatisfied, and murmured secretly.

***

"Beep, beep, beep—"

As soon as the guard Xiao Wei left the study, the phone on Mr. Lu's desk rang urgently.

Mr. Lu, with a bright voice, answered the phone directly, "Hello..."

"grandfather--"

When Lu Chenting heard that it was his grandfather's voice, he shouted hurriedly.

Mr. Lu: "To the army."

Lu Chenting: "Yeah."

Old Master Lu frowned and said calmly, "That's all?" Well, Old Master Lu began to look joking, waiting patiently for his unrestrained and usually pure-hearted grandson to speak.

"..." After a long moment, the cold and abstinent Lu Chenting clenched his left fist. "Grandpa, I'll buy furniture for the family compound in the next two days, then go back to pick up Nian Nian and bring her to join the army."

Uh, this is not a request for opinion, Deputy Captain Lu Chenting, the Living King of Hell, this is a notification.

Mr. Lu, who was in charge of the overall situation, raised his right eyebrow. The phone bill was expensive, and there was a monitor. He said decisively, "Okay, your grandmother and I have done some ideological work with your wife, and she has agreed to follow you to the army."

After saying that, Mr. Lu picked up the enamel cup on the desk, took a sip of hot tea slowly, and thought to himself, "I've finally waited for this day, Brother Maoshan." He felt relieved.

Operator 1: "Uh, the living devil is going to pick up his illiterate, extremely ugly, lazy country bumpkin wife to join the army? And she's volunteering!!!"

Operator 2: "Ugh! 'Dark', 'fat head and fat ears', oh my god—but, what a pity! Even though he was a living devil, he was also a precious snow lotus on the top of a mountain. How could he be destroyed like this? The female comrades in the military art troupe, the female military doctors and nurses in the military hospital, it's over! They will cry for 365 days."

Operator 1: "This old leader Lu is really good at choosing his grandson's wife. Deputy Commander Lu also has a strong taste. Wow——"

The two operators standing by heard that Deputy Commander Lu Chenting was going to pick up his wife to join the army. Their faces were as if they had been attacked by frost, and they were all chapped. They looked at each other in disbelief, as if they had seen an alien, and their faces were full of regret.

"grandfather……"

"she--"

"There's no—"

It had been about a week since he last saw Su Nianxi. Deputy Captain Lu Chenting, a cold-faced living devil whose longing for his daughter-in-law was as surging as the tide, asked in a dull voice, as if his throat had been polished by sandpaper.

Operator 1: “!!!”

Operator 2: “She???”

The two operators looked at each other in confusion, straightened themselves up, continued to monitor, and waited for bigger news.

"Little brat—"

"Wait!"

The energetic Mr. Lu raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with a hint of sarcasm.

After saying that, he gently placed the microphone aside, then took big strides and walked towards the living room with a vigorous and brisk pace.

You know, ever since they learned that their eldest grandson, Lu Chenting, and his sweet granddaughter-in-law, Su Nianxi, seemed to be in love, Mr. and Mrs. Lu have been extremely busy these past few days. They have spared no effort to strengthen the couple's marriage.

So, the two old people took advantage of this enthusiasm and struck while the iron was hot. They did not hesitate to risk their old faces and launched round after round of soft and hard persuasion on Su Nianxi. The old couple used reason and emotion to persuade Su Nianxi. And Su Nianxi, who was not pretentious at heart, had already agreed with a shy face and understanding.

Soon, Su Nianxi came to the study with light steps.

"Niannian——"

Lu Chenting, who had a keen sense of hearing, heard the light footsteps like elves and the sound of someone carefully picking up the microphone. His face was as cold as ice and his jaw was as tight as iron, which made people shudder. Suddenly, his face softened and he couldn't wait to utter a melody that was more beautiful than the sound of a cello, like the sound of nature, and long-lasting.

Su Nianxi, who was voice-activated, felt her breath catch the moment she heard the voice from the microphone. It was as if the whole world had suddenly gone silent. Her mind froze for a moment, as if struck by lightning. Her thoughts went blank.

At that moment, a tiny yet incredibly strong electric current, like a nimble little snake, swiftly slithered through her limbs. Wherever it passed, it brought an indescribable tingling sensation, causing her body to involuntarily go limp.

After a long while, Su Nianxi finally managed to calm herself down. She took a deep breath and tried to calm the turmoil in her heart.

However, when she wanted to speak, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she could only utter a soft and trembling syllable: "I..."

At this moment, she felt as if there was a naughty little deer running rampant in her chest, and every impact made her heartstrings tremble.

Nearly seven days have passed. Lu Chenting on the other end of the microphone is both familiar and unfamiliar to Su Nianxi.

"Niannian, I will return to Beijing in two days to pick you up and join the army—"

"OK?"

Lu Chenting stood there, motionless as a statue, and asked with great uncertainty. His left hand was clenched tightly into a fist, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging from excessive force.

His brows were furrowed so tightly that they looked like they could pinch a fly to death, and his deep gaze revealed an unconcealable anxiety and worry. His right hand was gripping the microphone so tightly that his knuckles were turning pale.

Even though his grandfather had assured him that he had done enough ideological work with Su Nianxi to make her accept the idea of ​​joining the army with him.