After the marriage, the charming educated youth is eye-catching

Zhong Heyang was eating his meal. When he heard his wife's words, he nodded and said, "I only listen to your sister-in-law, so you should be nice to her."

Zhong Xuexi was so embarrassed that she looked at the ribs in the bowl and suddenly felt that they were not delicious anymore.

"By the way, I received a call from my second sister this morning."

Li Guixiang immediately asked, "What did she say to you?"

"Aren't I going to marry Xiuyuan soon? My second sister wants to come back and attend our wedding."

Zhong Xuexi was a little worried. "But once she comes back, Wei Zhihe will definitely know about it, and then it will be troublesome. So I advised her not to come back."

Lin Ziqiu pursed her lips. "That being said, is it true that my second sister will have to stay away from home forever just to avoid him?"

"Siyu's disease has no cure yet. I'd like to go over and help Yuan'er, but she always tells me she doesn't want me to go."

Li Guixiang was worried about her two great-grandchildren, and felt bad for her granddaughter, who was out there with two children. "God damn Wei Zhihe! A bastard like him should be arrested!"

Zhong Heyang put down his chopsticks, his eyes filled with a solemn murderous look, "Grandma, wait a little longer, he can't escape."

Not only Wei Zhihe, but the entire Ruan family, he wants to uproot it.

It also takes time.

Li Guixiang couldn't help but wipe away her tears. "After Xuexi gets married, I will go to the capital. No matter what, it would be good for me to help her take care of the child."

"Grandma, there's no rush. My second sister didn't want you to go because she knew you weren't used to life there. Let's discuss it together when the time comes."

Zhong Xuexi comforted him, "Besides, Wei Zhihe hasn't found my second sister for so long. He might have been keeping an eye on our house. If you really go there, he might even know where my second sister lives now."

This is why Zhong Xueyuan refused to call the military compound.

Usually she either contacts Zhong Xuexi or Ruan Qing.

But most of the time, it was Ruan Qing who contacted her first, and the location of each call was different, because she was afraid that Wei Zhihe would find out something.

"You're right." Li Guixiang sighed, "When will this kind of life end?"

Zhong Xuexi patted her grandmother's hand and said, "Don't be sad. Nian Nian and the others must miss you very much. Come with me to school tomorrow and call my second sister and the others."

Li Guixiang felt better now.

-

A dim light bulb swung on the beam, and the warm yellow glow filled the small bedroom.

Lin Ziqiu lay on her side on the bed, her fingers unconsciously circling the corner of the quilt. She hesitated for a long time before whispering about Zhong Xueyuan.

"How about after Xuexi gets married, I'll take Grandma and the Zhao family on a long trip together, saying we're going on a honeymoon with Xuexi and her family."

In this day and age, the concept of honeymoon is not common. After marriage, most newlyweds usually start their normal family life directly without much awareness of setting aside time and spare money for a honeymoon.

"Honeymoon?" Even Zhong Heyang had never heard of this term.

Lin Ziqiu turned over and faced him. "Yes, it's just the two newlyweds choosing a place to go for fun after their wedding."

Zhong Heyang found this quite novel. "We haven't had our honeymoon yet, so where do you most want to go? I'll take you there sometime."

Lin Ziqiu pushed him and said, "I'm serious. It's definitely not just my second sister who wants to go home. The two children haven't seen their great-grandmother for such a long time. They must want to come back too."

Zhong Heyang reached out and gently smoothed the hair by her ear, and said gently: "I'm talking about serious matters."

Lin Ziqiu blushed a little embarrassedly, "This... let's talk about our business later. Besides, you're at a critical moment right now. You've already taken leave to go to Su City. It's not good to take leave so frequently."

Seeing his wife thinking so much about him, Zhong Heyang felt a little guilty, "I'm sorry for wronging you by marrying me."

When he thought about why he had refused to marry her, Zhong Heyang couldn't help but shudder.

It’s hard to imagine what Lin Ziqiu would have faced if she hadn’t married him.

In this era, a woman's reputation is very important. A woman who is abandoned by her fiancé may find it difficult to remarry.

She was helpless at the time. If she really went back to the Li family's den of wolves, he couldn't imagine what Lin Dahai would do to her.

Even being beaten was considered a light punishment.

Maybe he would just marry her off to some random guy.

You can also get some betrothal money.

Zhong Heyang couldn't help but hug Lin Ziqiu in his arms, "Whatever you want to do in the future, just go for it. I'll take care of anything. I'll always be your most reliable supporter."

Lin Ziqiu was a little confused by his sudden sentimentality, but thinking about the upcoming college entrance examination, she was a little unsure how to tell Zhong Heyang. When the acceptance letter came, she would definitely leave here. She would go to college, and Zhong Heyang would stay in the army.

They were destined to live apart.

Lin Ziqiu bit her lower lip, trying to avoid the question, "I... I'm sleepy."

Zhong Heyang lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "Okay, let's sleep together."

-

It was just daybreak and the morning mist had not yet dissipated, but Jiang Shen was already waiting downstairs for someone. Many people passing by looked at him sideways, thinking that the leader had come to visit his mother.

But almost no one dared to come up and chat with him. They just greeted him from a distance and left.

Zhong Xueyuan took her child downstairs, and when she raised her eyes, she met the man's deep eyes.

She hurriedly looked away, "Sorry to have kept you waiting!"

"Good morning, Uncle Jiang!"

Zhong Niannian called him sweetly, and Jiang Shen's originally cold face showed a hint of warmth. He leaned down and hugged her, "Have you had breakfast?"

"Eat it!"

As she spoke, she took out an aluminum lunch box from her bag and stuffed it into Jiang Shen's arms. "My mother made buns this morning. This is yours."

Jiang Shen looked at Zhong Xueyuan with a little surprise.

Zhong Xueyuan, thinking about her nearly failed attempt at making steamed buns, was a little embarrassed and warned the other person in advance, "I'm not very good at making noodles...it might not taste as good as the ones in the cafeteria..."

Zhong Niannian praised enthusiastically, "Of course not! Mom's cooking is the best!"

"You!"

Zhong Xueyuan felt a little embarrassed by the praise and just wanted to end the topic quickly.

Her original intention was to ask the other party to help pick them up and drop them off, and she had nothing to repay him. She still remembered that Zhong's mother mentioned that Jiang Shen liked to eat buns the most, so she got up early and tried to make some.

However, she inherited her cooking skills from her grandmother Li Guixiang. After she married into the Ruan family, the whole family mostly ate in the military canteen and rarely cooked, so she basically had no chance to practice her cooking skills.

Everyone has their strengths, and she tried to learn them seriously, but her performance was just mediocre. However, the Ruan family made a big fuss about the fact that her cooking was not tasty.

Later on, he even blamed it on her laziness.

They said she was wasting food on purpose.

Wei Zhihe never defended her once and tacitly allowed his parents to throw such unreasonable dirty water on him.

So what is love?

The so-called love that Wei Zhihe kept talking about was clearly a joke.

Jiang Shen didn't say anything. He carried the two children into the car and put the aluminum lunch box that Zhong Niannian gave him into his army green shoulder bag.

Zhong Xueyuan didn't dare to sit in the passenger seat, so she sat in the back with her two children with a depressed look on her face.

The sound of the car's engine startled the sparrows in the sycamore tree. The man's deep voice, mixed with the click of gear shifts, said, "Hold on tight."

In the back seat, Zhong Niannian leaned against the back of the front seat, squeezing her head forward. "Uncle Jiang, will you and mom come pick us up after school?"

Zhong Xueyuan hurriedly tugged at her daughter's clothes, "Don't move, be careful not to bump into Chief Jiang."

But Zhong Niannian refused to sit down, so Zhong Xueyuan had to reach out and hug her. She accidentally touched Jiang Shen's arm, and she was so startled that she retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted.

The pair of stern brows in the rearview mirror seemed to bend slightly. Amidst the bumps of the jeep rolling over the gravel road, his deliberately soft voice came, "Who would you like to pick up, Xiao Niannian?"

The little girl showed an innocent smile, and her voice as sweet as a silver bell touched people's hearts, "I like them all!"

At such a young age, she has learned to be fair and just. "I would be even happier if Uncle Jiang and Mom came to pick us up together."

Jiang Shen glanced at her sideways and jokingly said, "Little rascal."

Seeing her daughter happily chatting with Jiang Shen, Zhong Xueyuan felt a little worried.

Even though Jiang's mother wanted to bring them together, neither she nor Jiang Shen had any feelings for each other.

What she was worried about was that over time, the two children would develop feelings and become dependent on Jiang Shen.

But all good things in life must come to an end, let alone a person like Jiang Shen. It is impossible for him to protect two children all his life.

Realizing this, Zhong Xueyuan forcibly took her daughter back and said, "Don't disturb the chief's driving. Sit tight. Look how well behaved your brother is."

Seeing that her mother's expression was a little serious, Zhong Niannian didn't dare to be naughty anymore and sat down obediently.

After arriving at school, Zhong Niannian held her brother's hand and walked into the school.

A classmate called out to them, "Zhong Niannian, is the guy who drove you there your new dad?"

When her father was mentioned, Zhong Niannian's face immediately turned serious, "No! Don't talk nonsense!"

"What about your own father? Does he not want you anymore?"

Zhong Niannian had been resentful of her father for not visiting her and her brother for so long, and now she was like a little hedgehog with its fur standing on end, her voice shrill.

"No! My dad wouldn't abandon me and my brother!"

Another short boy next to him immediately said, "Teacher Gao said your parents are divorced. Your mom must have given birth to a stupid brother like you, so he doesn't want you!"

"My brother is not a fool!"

What Zhong Niannian can't stand the most is others saying bad things about her brother.

"He can't even speak, what else can he be but a fool! Idiot, idiot!"

The two boys pointed at the siblings and laughed at them. Zhong Niannian clenched her fists and rushed forward to punch each of them.

"Zhong Niannian, you unwanted wild child, dare you hit me! Don't you want to live anymore?"

The boy who was beaten suddenly became furious and raised his fist to fight back.

The three of them were fighting. Seeing his sister being bullied, Zhong Siyu stopped being stunned and rushed forward with a brick from the side.

-

The car turned past the gray brick wall of the art troupe and the sound of piano music from rehearsal drifted over.

When they were almost at the main entrance, Zhong Xueyuan suddenly straightened her back. "Jiang... Commander Jiang, just stop here. I'll walk over by myself."

Her voice was so thin that it almost blended into the hum of the engine.

Jiang Shen glanced at her through the rearview mirror, understood her concerns, and parked the car next to her.

Zhong Xueyuan whispered a thank you and reached out to open the car door, but her wrist was stopped by a warm touch.

Jiang Shen originally wanted to help her open the car door, but his palm only touched it for half a second before he immediately loosened his grip. His Adam's apple moved against his collar, "Wait for me here at 5 pm."

His face remained stern as he added, "Let's take the child home together."

The sycamore leaves rustled outside the car window, and Zhong Xueyuan smelled the faint scent of camphor from his cuffs, mixed with the scent of jeep leather, which created a dizzying sweetness in her eyes in this early spring morning breeze.

The sound of a military bugle for morning exercises came from afar. Zhong Xueyuan came back to her senses, and her hot cheeks flushed.

She nodded nervously and got out of the car in a hurry.

Jiang Shen withdrew his gaze, reversed and turned around neatly. The sound of the jeep's engine startled the sparrows on the sycamore tree.

Zhong Xueyuan stood there, looking up at the taillights of a jeep flashing at the entrance of the alley in the distance, like red plum blossoms quietly blooming in the dark night.

"Yan'er, did you see that? The person who just got out of that car was Zhong Xueyuan, right? That car belonged to Chief Jiang!"

The person who spoke was Du Yingying, a female comrade who was also a member of the art troupe.

Wang Yan looked in the direction she pointed, only to see Zhong Xueyuan hurriedly entering the art troupe. She looked puzzled, "No way, don't talk nonsense."

Du Yingying curled her lips, crossed her arms over her chest, and said with disdain, "I saw it clearly. Zhong Xueyuan is a divorced slut with a child. I don't know how she got lucky enough to hook up with the leader!"

"She's a vixen indeed! Ugh!"

Wang Yan didn't want to cause trouble, so she pulled her arm and said, "Keep your voice down. She's coming over here. Be careful so she can hear you..."

"What are you afraid of! She dares to do shameless things, is she afraid of what others say?"

Du Yingying disagreed.

Wang Yan choked and was about to speak when Zhong Xueyuan came over and scared her into silence.

Du Yingying wasn't afraid of getting into trouble. She wore a seemingly enthusiastic smile, but her tone was tinged with sourness. "Hey, Zhong Xueyuan, no wonder you didn't come by bike today. Turns out you had a special car to pick you up. That's Chief Jiang's car, right? What's your relationship with him?"

Hearing this, Zhong Xueyuan's heart skipped a beat, and a flash of panic crossed her face, but she quickly calmed down and smiled politely, "It's nothing special, I just took a ride."