A stunning beauty arrived on the island; she invented everything from childcare to babysitting.

Upon hearing his daughter's words, Song Wenyuan subconsciously looked up at his wife. His wife's petite face showed no particular expression, as if she did not care about her child's joke.

But a bold idea arose in his mind:

If—and he meant if—he were to pursue his wife again using his current identity, make up for his past absences, and then confess his true identity after she had accepted him, would she be more accepting of his past?

With a heavy heart, Song Wenyuan accompanied his wife and daughter to a state-run restaurant for a nice meal.

Anning noticed his low spirits during this time, but she really couldn't understand why Chen Hai was reacting this way.

Although men will defend each other in many situations, she shouldn't act like this just because she's preparing to divorce her husband.

It's like he's the one who's going to get a divorce, not Song Wenyuan.

Or did her words remind him of a sad past?

People in this era generally get married at a young age. Chen Hai looks young, but she had asked him before and he was actually about the same age as her.

So, the reason he hasn't looked for a partner is because he was heartbroken in the past?

For a moment, An Ning didn't know how to comfort Chen Hai, so she simply took out the gift she had prepared beforehand.

"This is for you."

"This is……"

Song Wenyuan was surprised, not expecting that he would receive a gift.

But then I thought about it again. My wife has always been a very good person. She doesn’t know my true identity, so it’s not surprising that she would prepare gifts for me. Didn’t she give me a lot of dried squid before?

Anning smiled at him: "A New Year's gift. I should have given it to you a long time ago, but it was delayed because of the war in the south. It's not safe for you to go out to sea. Sometimes you may encounter spies or something. This is a weapon that can protect you."

"arms?"

Song Wenyuan was surprised.

The small black stick in his wife's hand, no more than twenty centimeters long, turned out to be some kind of weapon.

"Ah."

An Ning pressed the switch on the stun gun, and a visible electric current immediately appeared on the shock head with a "zzzz" sound.

"This is a stun gun. The voltage is around 10,000 volts. Pressing the switch releases a powerful current. If all goes well, it will incapacitate a person as soon as it touches their skin. But the shock can't be left on for too long, or it can really kill someone."

"hiss!"

Song Wenyuan gasped.

Is there something wrong with his wife's skills?

First they used entrenching tools, then walkie-talkies, and now stun guns—all useful tools for them.

If he hadn't known that the other woman was his wife, and that he had personally found those books for her, he would have suspected that she was a spy.

However, spies are probably reluctant to use something as useful as a stun gun to fish for prey.

An Ning assumed Chen Hai was surprised by the stun gun's effect and continued taking things out: "This is a charging cable. You need to recharge it when the power runs out. If it's fully charged, it can discharge for fifteen seconds, but I haven't tested it on a human. If you have the means, you can try it on a pig."

“Okay,” Song Wenyuan replied. “I happen to have a friend at a pig farm. I’ll give it a try there.”

Seeing that he agreed, Anning emphasized again, "This thing is very dangerous. You can't use it on yourself or your friends, or there will be big problems."

Song Wenyuan was speechless. What kind of image did he have in his wife's eyes that made her think he would use this on her?

But even if the output current is not high, he wouldn't be foolish enough to try it himself or let others try it, right?

But he still honestly agreed: "Okay, I understand."

The couple strolled around the street with their child for a while. Song Wenyuan went back to give the book to his wife, and they parted ways.

Anning rode away on her bicycle with the child on the back. Song Wenyuan took out the gift she had given him again and, sure enough, found ten ten-yuan bills in the bag containing the gift.

Last time it was twenty, this time it was one hundred, which is roughly the same as the amount he spent.

Why is it so difficult for him to send something to his wife and daughter?

He still has a set of clothes he bought for his wife that he hasn't given her yet. He originally planned to give her the clothes after he revealed his identity, but now it feels like that will never happen.

After grieving for a while, Song Wenyuan returned to his unit with the stun gun.

However, he returned secretly, using another door, and went directly to his superior's office.

Li Bowen hadn't gone home yet; he was on the phone.

Song Wenyuan waited outside until his boss finished making the call before going inside.

Li Bowen didn't give Song Wenyuan, who was on vacation, a friendly look when he suddenly appeared: "What are you doing back here?"

Song Wenyuan placed the stun gun on his desk: "My wife made it. She says it can knock someone unconscious instantly."

Li Bowen picked up the stun gun, which had only one button on it, and tried pressing it.

The crackling sound startled him, and he immediately turned off the power.

It was the first time he had ever seen something like this, and he was instantly intrigued.

"Great stuff! I'll take it..."

A pair of well-defined hands gripped the other end of the stun gun.

"This is a gift she gave me."

Li Bowen looked speechless: "I don't want yours. I'm just taking it to the research institute to show them. I'll just give it back to you after they figure out the structure inside. When they mass-produce it later, won't you be the ones using it anyway?"

"When you return it to me, will it still be like this?"

"Then why can't it be?"

Li Bowen snatched the stun gun away, and fearing that Song Wenyuan would try to take it back, he locked it in his drawer.

"Don't worry, I'll remember to help your wife get credit."

Song Wenyuan: "..."

I wish he hadn't taken it out.

"Looks like you got along well with your wife today. Did you come clean? It's time to get the military dependent procedures done."

As Li Bowen spoke, he took an envelope from another drawer and threw it on the table.

"They've suffered a lot because of you..."

"She didn't confront me directly; she said she wanted a divorce."

Two voices rang out at the same time. Li Bowen thought he had misheard and looked up at him: "What the hell did you say?"

Song Wenyuan recounted the day's events to his superior, feeling dejected. Li Bowen looked at him with disdain.

Song Wenyuan completely ignored his superior's gaze: "Commander, the situation is relatively stable now. My injury won't allow me to return to training in a short time. I'm applying for a transfer to join the port's cleanup work after my leave ends. You can't just stand by and watch my wife and daughter get a divorce, can you?"

Li Bowen did not directly answer Song Wenyuan's application, but said, "That envelope contains information about what has happened to your wife and daughter over the years. It was just sent back today. Take a look for yourself. As for the rest, we'll talk about it after your vacation ends."