Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Acting Out of Spite, Walking Alone at Night, Encountering a Criminal

Fang Zhengping’s condition actually wasn’t that serious. Gu Qinghuan figured that as long as the Fang couple followed her advice and spent time with him, and she continued to give him spiritual spring water and medicine from time to time, he should recover quickly.

On the way back, neither of them spoke.

Gu Qinghuan was angry. She felt that Xu Huai’an had been acting paranoid and jumpy today, making everyone uncomfortable and almost ruining things.

Xu Huai’an, on the other hand, knew he’d messed up. He was full of regret but didn’t know how to explain himself, especially not in front of the Fang family’s driver.

So, the atmosphere in the car was strangely silent.

After getting out, Gu Qinghuan walked ahead by herself.

“Huanhuan!” Xu Huai’an grabbed her arm.

Gu Qinghuan shook him off forcefully.

“Xu Huai’an, I’m not your property. Can you not lose your mind whenever and wherever you please?

If the Fang family hadn’t been so gracious today, how would you have cleaned up your mess?

We were there to repay a favor, not to offend people.”

Gu Qinghuan wasn’t stupid—she understood perfectly well why Xu Huai’an had acted that way.

But maybe she was just too tired these days. She was exhausted and couldn’t help but speak harshly.

Under the streetlight, seeing the hurt in Xu Huai’an’s eyes, her heart softened again.

Xu Huai’an looked like a child who’d done something wrong.

“I’m sorry, Huanhuan. Today was my fault. I really couldn’t control myself.”

An unhappy childhood takes a lifetime to heal. He’d thought that after all his years in the army, he’d become invincible.

But whenever it came to Gu Qinghuan, the deep-seated inferiority and timidity inside him would resurface.

He was just afraid that if Gu Qinghuan found someone better, she’d leave him. That’s why he lost control.

After all, the Fang family could give her anything she wanted.

But he had nothing to offer her—not even the right to ask her to stay.

At that moment, he truly wished he could be like Fang Zhengping, with a good family background and enough confidence to openly pursue the person he loved.

Thinking of this, a tear of grievance slid down Xu Huai’an’s cheek.

Gu Qinghuan sighed helplessly. Why was he crying? It made her look like the villain.

“All right, let’s go home.”

Xu Huai’an trailed behind her, step by step, like a wronged little wife.

Gu Qinghuan didn’t have the time or energy to argue with him. Zhong Luoning was still waiting for her at the hospital.

When she got home, the kids had already eaten. Lanting had cooked, and Ming Ruxue—the little tagalong—was there too.

“Huanhuan-jie, you’re back!” Ming Ruxue was always like a little sun, warm and bright.

“Ruxue, you’re here? Sorry, things have been so busy at home that I forgot to tell you about the move.” Gu Qinghuan finally remembered, feeling a bit guilty for being so busy.

“It’s fine! I already roped Xiaoting into helping me move everything this afternoon. Starting today, I’m officially living here.”

Gu Qinghuan patted her on the shoulder. “Great. If you need anything, just tell Lanting. You two can arrange things as you like. I’m really busy these days, but once everyone’s settled, we’ll throw you a proper housewarming party.”

Ming Ruxue nodded understandingly. “No worries, jie. Don’t stand on ceremony with me. I’ll make myself at home.”

“Jie, are you okay? If you want, I can take the night shift at the hospital,” Lanting offered, seeing how tired she looked. He felt sorry for his sister, who’d been handling everything alone.

Gu Qinghuan smiled. “I’m fine. I can handle it. You’re a boy—how can you take care of your cousin? Get some rest. You have school tomorrow! Help your brother-in-law with the kids.”

Lanting could only watch her go upstairs, worried.

Xu Huai’an hurried to follow, only to have the door slammed in his face.

Gu Qinghuan washed her face to wake herself up, changed clothes, and got ready to go to the hospital to check on Zhong Luoning.

She’d left her some food earlier, but wasn’t sure if she’d eaten.

As soon as she stepped out, she saw Xu Huai’an following right behind her.

“Why are you following me?” Gu Qinghuan admitted she was really irritable today—maybe it was her period, maybe she was just too tired.

“It’s late. I don’t feel safe letting you go alone,” Xu Huai’an said quietly.

“It’s just a few blocks away, a twenty-minute walk. What are you worried about? Go home and stay with the kids. I’ll be fine.” Besides, she had her space as a backup.

“No. I’ll walk you there.”

Xu Huai’an’s stubbornness flared up. He insisted on escorting her, but his tone was so stiff, it was like he was going into battle. Gu Qinghuan’s own temper flared up too, and she just walked ahead, ignoring him.

Xu Huai’an followed silently, not understanding why she was suddenly angry again.

Women were so hard to figure out.

The two of them walked one after the other.

When they reached a corner—

“Bang!”

Gu Qinghuan, not paying attention, bumped into someone. She felt the other person stumble and fall, and she herself staggered back, nearly falling.

“Sorry,” Gu Qinghuan apologized instinctively.

The drunk on the ground heard a woman’s voice, looked up, and under the streetlight saw Gu Qinghuan’s face. He sobered up a bit.

Late at night, a woman alone—she was the perfect target.

All this happened in a split second. The man suddenly clutched his leg and started howling in pain.

Gu Qinghuan thought she’d hurt him, so she bent down to check on him—only to be grabbed by the drunk.

A big hand clamped around her neck, immobilizing her, and a foul-smelling cloth was pressed over her mouth before she could even scream.

Gu Qinghuan immediately realized she was in danger. What was with her luck lately? Damn it, Xu Huai’an had actually jinxed it.

She wanted to enter her space, but the man was holding her. If she went in, she’d bring him with her—unless she killed him, her secret would be exposed.

She hesitated, praying Xu Huai’an would catch up and save her.

Xu Huai’an, following not too far behind, suddenly noticed she’d disappeared around the corner. He rushed over and saw her being dragged into an alley.

He exploded with rage, sprinted over, and kicked the man away, pulling Gu Qinghuan behind him to protect her.

Gu Qinghuan felt dizzy, like she might collapse any second. That cloth must have been laced with something!

She quickly sat down and took a sip of spiritual spring water.

Xu Huai’an was both terrified and furious. In that instant, he lost all restraint and beat the man savagely, punch after punch, venting all his anger.

Gu Qinghuan, after drinking the spring water, took a couple of minutes to recover her strength.

This was the first time she’d seen Xu Huai’an fight so ruthlessly. Usually, he held back, since his skills were extraordinary.

But today, he was treating the man like a human punching bag, clearly furious.

When she saw the man lying motionless on the ground, she worried Xu Huai’an might kill him. She quickly called out, “Xu Huai’an, stop!”

As much as the man deserved it, he couldn’t die at Xu Huai’an’s hands.

Hearing her voice, Xu Huai’an seemed to snap out of a trance.

He’d almost lost control again, but thankfully, her voice brought him back. It seemed his recent treatment was having some effect.

“Are you okay?” Gu Qinghuan tugged his sleeve gently.

“I’m fine,” Xu Huai’an shook his head.

For a moment there, he’d really wanted to kill that man. It was Gu Qinghuan’s voice that snapped him out of it.

The next second, Gu Qinghuan broke down in tears, her voice trembling, “You scared me to death! Thank goodness you came.”

Xu Huai’an quickly hugged her, comforting her. He was also grateful he’d followed her.

After crying, Gu Qinghuan awkwardly wiped her tears, remembering she was supposed to be mad at him.

Xu Huai’an didn’t point it out. He checked the man’s breathing—he was still alive.

He hoisted the man up, and Gu Qinghuan followed, carrying the evidence—the drugged cloth.

They headed to the nearest police station.

At the station, Xu Lei wasn’t there, but his apprentice and another young officer were on duty.

Afraid Xu Huai’an might say the wrong thing, Gu Qinghuan quickly explained what had happened.

She showed them the marks on her neck and handed over the cloth that had nearly knocked her out.

Xu Lei’s apprentice quickly took her statement, then the two officers cuffed the attacker and tossed him aside.

After finishing up, Gu Qinghuan hurried to the hospital, not refusing Xu Huai’an’s escort this time.

Xu Huai’an felt sorry for her—she’d just survived an ordeal and still had to care for her sick cousin.

But with so much going on at home, he had to keep his worries to himself.

He watched her enter the hospital before heading home.

When Gu Qinghuan arrived, Zhong Luoning was already asleep. She lay down on the small bed beside her to rest.

Day after day, she was just too tired.

—

Meanwhile, as Xu Huai’an returned to the villa, a military vehicle pulled up beside him.

Tang Zhenye got out, along with a middle-aged man in full military uniform.

Xu Huai’an quickly saluted.

They returned the salute.

“Chief, what brings you here?” Xu Huai’an asked in confusion.

Tang Zhenye glanced around and said, “Huai’an, let’s talk in the car.”

Sensing the urgency, Xu Huai’an didn’t hesitate to get in. Luckily, Lanting and Ming Ruxue were home, so things should be fine.

“Huai’an, this is General Zhuo from the Ministry of Defense.

Old Zhuo, this is Xu Huai’an, the one I told you about.

He’s led teams on anti-terror, rescue, and reconnaissance missions many times.

He’s highly skilled in combat and reconnaissance, able to operate in all kinds of complex environments. He used to be one of my best men.”

Tang Zhenye’s tone was tinged with regret as he finished.

Xu Huai’an nodded respectfully, his confusion deepening."

"Chapter 154: Special Mission, One Against Six

Zhuo Yifan’s first impression of Xu Huai’an was quite good.

This time, there was really no other choice. During the meeting, a terrorist incident broke out, and they needed a high-caliber soldier to lead a combat squad on a special mission.

But among the people he could mobilize right now, there really wasn’t anyone suitable to take charge of this task.

For a mission of this level, the person in charge was crucial—it concerned the safety of the entire team and whether the mission could be completed smoothly.

As it happened, Tang Zhenye was in Beijing for a meeting, so Zhuo mentioned it to him in passing. He hadn’t expected Tang to recommend someone suitable, and such an outstanding soldier at that. Zhuo had been overjoyed.

But when Tang Zhenye told him about Xu Huai’an’s medical condition, Zhuo hesitated. He didn’t dare entrust a team’s lives to someone who couldn’t even control his own emotions.

Yet Tang Zhenye repeatedly assured him that Xu Huai’an’s condition was stable and he was absolutely up to the task.

After much consideration, Zhuo decided to go meet Xu Huai’an himself and see what he was made of.

So far, Xu Huai’an’s mental state seemed perfectly normal—nothing like the crazy, unstable image Zhuo had imagined.

Most importantly, Zhuo trusted Tang Zhenye’s judgment. If Xu Huai’an could pass his test, that would be ideal.

He gave Xu Huai’an a barely noticeable nod.

After a brief introduction, the two of them remained serious and silent on the way, with Xu Huai’an keeping his doubts to himself and sitting as steady as a mountain.

The car arrived at a heavily guarded training ground.

Tang Zhenye took Xu Huai’an straight to the locker room, had him change into more practical clothes, and led him to the training field.

General Zhuo was already there, waiting with a squad.

“It’s been a while since you’ve trained, hasn’t it? I found a few people for you to spar with. How about it? Are you scared?” Tang Zhenye patted his shoulder.

Xu Huai’an had no idea what Tang was up to, but a soldier’s duty is to obey. Even though he was retired, in front of his old commander, he was always a soldier—go wherever he’s told!

“Not scared!”

“Good kid, go on! Just do your best. Fight well, I won’t set you up,” Tang Zhenye said with a smile.

Xu Huai’an said nothing more and stepped straight into the ring.

The squad on the other side was quietly discussing among themselves.

“General Zhuo, who is this guy? You called all of us here—don’t tell me we’re all supposed to fight him one by one?”

“What, are you scared?” Zhuo Yifan raised an eyebrow.

“Come on, when have you ever seen us scared? I just wonder if this guy can even take a beating from us. Don’t let us break him.” They were all elite soldiers from the army, and had every reason to be proud.

“Yeah, General Zhuo, I could take him down by myself. Why call everyone over?”

“Exactly, any one of us could handle him. Just watch!”

They joked among themselves.

“Don’t get too cocky, and don’t underestimate him. This guy’s actually been on the battlefield, crawled out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. If you get flattened, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

But don’t be scared either—he’s just one man, and there’s a bunch of you!

General Tang boasted to me that even all of you together couldn’t take him down. So today, you’d better prove him wrong—don’t embarrass me!”

Zhuo Yifan was worried his men would either be too careless or lack confidence.

After all, this guy was the sole survivor of Unit 715—not your average soldier.

“Watch me, I’ll show you how it’s done.” The squad leader stripped off his training jacket, leaving just a T-shirt, and strode into the ring.

This kind of sparring was normal in the military—everyone knew the rules, so there was no need for reminders. They just watched.

The first squad member charged at Xu Huai’an aggressively.

Xu Huai’an wasn’t fazed at all, meeting him head-on for close-quarters combat.

He’d just had a falling out with Gu Qinghuan earlier, then ran into some thugs—he hadn’t had a chance to vent his pent-up anger, so this was the perfect opportunity.

The fight wasn’t exactly exhilarating, but it was solid enough to get Xu Huai’an interested.

The first squad member lost quickly and decisively. It was obvious Xu Huai’an was holding back—he took him down with ease.

The previously cocky squad was instantly silenced by Xu Huai’an’s strength, not daring to say another word.

The first guy wasn’t even their best, but he was no slouch. If even he couldn’t threaten Xu Huai’an, the rest started to worry—would all six of them fail to take down just one man?

Tang Zhenye shot Zhuo Yifan a proud look. No wonder Xu Huai’an was his protégé—he made him proud.

Two years without training, and he could still perform so steadily. No wonder he was called a human weapon.

Zhuo Yifan smiled wryly. He had plenty of elite soldiers, but few with Xu Huai’an’s natural talent.

The second squad member took a deep breath and, once in the ring, started cautiously probing.

They’d just come up with a tactic: the earlier members would test Xu Huai’an’s style, looking for weaknesses for the later ones to exploit.

They’d try to drag things out, wear Xu Huai’an down, and save their strongest for last to finish him off.

Surely, all six of them wouldn’t fail to take down one man—that would be too humiliating. Not just for General Zhuo, but for themselves.

The second member kept his distance, probing without engaging. Xu Huai’an saw through his plan and launched a direct attack, not giving them a chance to wear him down.

Recently, he’d been eating and drinking well, and with the help of spiritual spring water, his body had fully recovered—strong as a bull. Who would have thought he’d been bedridden and skinny as a stick before?

Xu Huai’an finished the fight quickly, using fast, precise, and ruthless moves to conserve energy.

The second squad member lost badly, and looked a mess.

But Zhuo Yifan’s face showed a rare, satisfied smile. Xu Huai’an had truly surprised him—he hadn’t seen such a brilliant talent in a long time.

Born for the army—both brain and brawn, impeccable.

Zhuo Yifan decided privately: if Xu Huai’an could take down more than four people, the squad leader position would go to him.

Tang Zhenye was pleased too—this was Xu Huai’an, the man who created miracles time and again.

Neither of them expected Xu Huai’an would be able to take down more than five people single-handedly—these weren’t ordinary soldiers, but battle-hardened special ops.

Now, only the last member was left.

“Hao-ge, you have to take him down and redeem us!”

“We’re counting on you!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t lose to him.” Number Six cracked his knuckles and stepped up.

After five consecutive bouts, Xu Huai’an was at his physical limit—drenched in sweat, hair plastered to his scalp, sweat beading on his brow.

He looked at Number Six with a dazed expression, as if he was struggling.

Number Six thought Xu Huai’an was spent and lunged, pinning him to the ground.

The two wrestled fiercely—it always seemed Xu Huai’an was about to be taken down, but he just barely held on.

Tang Zhenye and Zhuo Yifan could tell Xu Huai’an still had energy left—he was playing the “wounded soldier” trick, luring Number Six into letting his guard down for a final strike.

This kid was even using military strategy in a sparring match.

Zhuo Yifan couldn’t have been more satisfied. Even though he’d lost face in front of Old Tang today, having such a fierce fighter on his side meant this mission was sure to succeed.

Number Six got anxious. He wanted to finish Xu Huai’an quickly, but found him unexpectedly tough. So he decided to take a risk and go for a quick win.

But the more anxious you are, the more likely you are to make a mistake.

Now was the moment.

Xu Huai’an flipped him with an over-the-shoulder throw and quickly locked his arms.

Normally, if Number Six couldn’t break free after a while, Xu Huai’an would win.

But in that split second, Xu Huai’an remembered what Gu Qinghuan had said: always leave some room for others, so you can meet again on good terms.

And all her advice about dealing with people.

If he won this round, beating all six single-handedly, it would sound impressive—but these were Defense Department soldiers. Crushing them completely would be a slap in General Zhuo’s face.

He hesitated for a moment, then decisively let go of Number Six and rolled aside.

Number Six thought he was done for, but suddenly Xu Huai’an released him. Seizing the chance, he pinned Xu Huai’an down.

Xu Huai’an didn’t resist, letting himself be captured.

To him, the outcome was already decided—there was no need to keep fighting.

All this took just a moment.

No one was stupid—they all saw what happened at the end.

The six-man squad won a round in the end, but it felt worse than losing.

What was that about? He could have won, but let them win on purpose—it felt like a slap in the face!

Tang Zhenye and Zhuo Yifan exchanged a wry smile.

This guy has some sense of propriety, but not much.

He was about to win, but gave up at the last second and let the other side capture him. Everyone knew what he was doing—saving face for the Defense Department’s six-man squad.

But did he have to make it so obvious? Was it really necessary to let them save face?

He could have just won—now it felt like their faces had been rubbed in the dirt.

The six-man squad hung their heads, ready for Zhuo Yifan’s scolding.

They’d looked down on Xu Huai’an when they arrived, but never expected that all six of them, taking turns, couldn’t take him down. It was beyond embarrassing."

"Chapter 155: Requesting to Join the Battle, Saying Goodbye

Zhuo Yifan didn’t say much. Although the outcome was unexpected, from another perspective, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

The more outstanding Xu Huai’an was, the happier he felt.

He waved his hand, signaling for everyone to go rest and regroup. A tough battle was coming soon.

Xu Huai’an went to the locker room to wash up and change.

“How about it? Didn’t I tell you? Anyone I train is worth six of anyone else!” Tang Zhenye couldn’t hide the pride in his eyes.

Zhuo Yifan smiled helplessly, “Fine, you’re the best, okay? But did you tell him? Did he agree to go? He’s not part of our team anymore, so we can’t just order him around. If he refuses… it’s all for nothing.”

Zhuo Yifan was deliberately using a bit of reverse psychology—he was determined to get this temporary soldier.

Only then did Tang Zhenye remember he hadn’t mentioned it to Xu Huai’an yet, but he was confident Xu Huai’an would agree.

“You mentioning it just reminded me—I haven’t told him yet. I was just worried you’d look down on him!”

“Yeah, you just go ahead and laugh! Such a good soldier, and you’re just wasting his talent. What a shame,” Zhuo Yifan said, a bit unwillingly.

“What do you mean, wasting talent?” Tang Zhenye almost blew his top.

...

As they were talking, Xu Huai’an came out, drying his hair, and the two immediately fell silent.

“Huai’an, you were wondering earlier why I had you join the competition, right?

Here’s the thing: the Ministry of Defense has run into a bit of trouble.

A group of terrorists has secretly infiltrated the outskirts of Beijing. They’re hiding in the mountains, planning to threaten the city’s security, and they’re armed.

The Ministry wants to send a small task force to scout ahead and locate their hideout, but they can’t find anyone skilled enough in mountain warfare to lead the team. So I recommended you to General Zhuo.

You’ve always excelled in complex terrain combat, and you have plenty of real-world experience. You can handle all sorts of emergencies.

The only problem now is…”

Tang Zhenye paused, looking seriously at Xu Huai’an. “I think you’re up to the task. Are you willing to go?”

General Zhuo also looked at him expectantly, both waiting for his answer.

Only now did Xu Huai’an understand what was going on.

To be honest, this was a challenge for him, especially since he had an uncertain illness.

But it was also a golden opportunity.

Tang Zhenye was truly thinking of him. If he completed this mission, he’d make a name for himself at the Ministry of Defense. Even if he didn’t return to the army, there would be other paths open to him—a bright future.

Tang Zhenye’s influence was mostly within the military. If Xu Huai’an couldn’t recover, there was only so much Tang Zhenye could do for him.

But Zhuo Yifan was different.

Two years ago, Xu Huai’an might not have cared so much about his status or future. He could get by however he liked, even giving up the benefits of being a veteran without a second thought.

But now, two years later, his mindset had changed completely.

His parents had given up on him, and life’s hardships had taught him that the one thing a person must never give up is the pursuit of becoming a better version of themselves.

Life isn’t black and white. Only by becoming stronger can you do more of what you want, and striving to be better is important to him.

He wanted to stand beside Gu Qinghuan as an equal, to better protect the woman he loved, to be the one shielding her from the wind and rain.

And, most of all, to become a better version of himself.

He had to accept this mission—there was no other choice.

Even without all these benefits, he owed his old commander a debt of gratitude, and he could never refuse him.

His patriotic upbringing wouldn’t allow him to shrink back at a critical moment, either.

All these thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

“If there’s a battle, I will answer the call. That’s every soldier’s duty. I won’t shirk it,” Xu Huai’an said firmly.

“Good man! I knew you wouldn’t let me down!” Tang Zhenye clapped him on the shoulder, delighted.

Zhuo Yifan also smiled with satisfaction.

“To prevent any emergencies, we’re going to run a final test regarding your illness.

Time is tight. You have one night to prepare and say goodbye to your family. You know the rules about confidentiality—even though you’re no longer a soldier, what you’re about to do concerns the safety of the people. It’s no joke.

Those six people you just saw will be your teammates in this mission. I hope you can win them over not just with your skills, but also with your leadership.”

Xu Huai’an understood.

Zhuo Yifan had already arranged for a psychologist to test him—none other than their old acquaintance, Xiao Zhuo.

Given Xu Huai’an’s previous history of emotional outbursts at the sight of blood, they even used plasma to provoke him, but he had no reaction.

As for handling firearms, that was second nature to him—no issues there.

After a thorough evaluation, Xiao Zhuo felt Xu Huai’an was basically in control of his emotions and unlikely to lose it.

Tang Zhenye and Zhuo Yifan both breathed a sigh of relief at the result.

It had been hard enough to find the right person for the job.

Xu Huai’an knew his own condition. He always carried the medicine and spiritual spring water Gu Qinghuan had prepared for him. If anything happened, he could take his meds in time.

So he wasn’t too worried about losing control again.

By the time the tests were done, it was already 1 a.m. Xiao Zhuo gave him a ride back to the villa on his way home.

Xiao Zhuo didn’t ask any questions, but seemed to know everything anyway.

Before Xu Huai’an got out, Xiao Zhuo suddenly said, “Safe travels. Come back in one piece.”

Xu Huai’an smiled. “Thank you. I will.”

Xiao Zhuo was often called in by various departments for these kinds of evaluations, but this was the first time he’d had to do it for a friend.

Knowing Xu Huai’an was about to head into danger, he couldn’t help but worry.

When Xu Huai’an got home, the kids were already asleep in Lanting’s room.

You Ran had cried all night for her mom, and Bei Bei, caught up in the mood, also kept asking for Gu Qinghuan.

Da Bao and Lanting had spent all night comforting them, and had only just managed to get them to sleep.

Xu Huai’an gently touched each of the kids, feeling deeply guilty. He was about to leave again, leaving the children in Gu Qinghuan and Lanting’s care. He owed them so much.

But he had to go.

He didn’t want to hide behind Gu Qinghuan forever. He wanted to be the one holding the umbrella for her, the one worthy of her.

“Lanting, I’ll be away for a few days. I’ll have to trouble you to help out more during this time,” Xu Huai’an said calmly.

Gu Lanting didn’t realize what he was about to do, and said, a little unhappily, “Where are you going again? My sister is already exhausted. Can’t you just stay home and help her?”

“You’ll understand in the future,” Xu Huai’an replied, leaving her puzzled.

He packed a few changes of clothes and a family photo, lay down for a bit, then got up to leave.

He’d planned to just go, but couldn’t bear not to see Gu Qinghuan one more time. He didn’t even know if she was still angry about yesterday.

At five in the morning, the hospital was still quiet. Xu Huai’an quietly opened the door to the ward.

Zhong Luoning was a light sleeper and woke up immediately.

Gu Qinghuan was also awakened by the sound of the door. When she saw Xu Huai’an, she groggily lay back down.

“Xu Huai’an, why are you here so early?” It wasn’t even breakfast time yet.

“I came to say goodbye,” Xu Huai’an said softly.

“What?” That woke Gu Qinghuan up completely. She sat up in bed.

“I have something to take care of and need to leave for a few days. I’ll have to trouble you to take care of things at home,” Xu Huai’an gazed at her deeply, as if trying to etch her into his memory, but his voice was calm.

Gu Qinghuan got up and put on her coat, a little anxious. “Where are you going?”

They both ignored Zhong Luoning, who pretended to turn over and go back to sleep, giving them space.

“The old commander needs a little help. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in a few days.” Xu Huai’an gently brushed the stray hair from her forehead, looking at her with deep reluctance.

Gu Qinghuan immediately understood—it was army business. If he couldn’t say, he couldn’t say.

This was a good thing. Xu Huai’an was finally able to do what he was good at and enjoyed, instead of staying home all day as a househusband, losing his confidence.

She didn’t like the way he’d acted yesterday—jealous and petty.

The Xu Huai’an in her heart should be proud, confident, and full of sunshine.

That’s why she’d been so angry.

Sometimes, growing up means carrying a lot on your shoulders. Xu Huai’an had no one to help him, no good father to rely on—he could only depend on himself.

If she could help him a little, she would.

It wasn’t just helping him—it was like helping her younger self, just out in the world, with nothing, timid and unworthy, just like Xu Huai’an now.

He needed a chance to step out, to be reborn. Then he’d have more choices, see more people, a bigger world.

If, at that time, he still wanted to stick to his original intentions, she thought she’d give him a chance—and herself, too.

“Go ahead. I’ll take good care of the kids. Come back safe.”

Xu Huai’an couldn’t help himself—he pulled her into a tight embrace. “Wait for me.”

“I will!” Gu Qinghuan hugged him back just as tightly.

Xu Huai’an turned and left decisively, not daring to look back, afraid he wouldn’t be able to leave.

He’d gone on many missions before, always leaving without hesitation, never this afraid.

He knew Gu Qinghuan would take good care of the kids. What he was afraid of was never seeing her again.

So this is what it means to love someone—to become timid and afraid of death.

Gu Qinghuan caught up to him and stuffed something into his arms.

“Come back safe. The kids and I will be waiting for you.”"

"Chapter 156: Hosting a Dinner

She sensed something unusual from the grave look on his face, so she decided to prepare a few things for him.

She packed some medicine for him in a waterproof, sealed bag—his usual medication, some antibiotics, medicine to help wounds heal, fever reducers, and so on.

She also filled a small bottle with spiritual spring water for him, just in case he needed it.

Xu Huai’an gripped the items tightly in his hand and replied hoarsely, “Thank you.”

After they said their goodbyes, Gu Qinghuan couldn’t sleep either. She got herself ready and quietly made some millet porridge in the villa.

Then she planned to head home for a bit to check on the kids.

Xu Huai’an, meanwhile, joined his team and set off on his mission.

—

Zhong Luoning was recovering well and was allowed to go home to rest the very next day.

Xiao Zhuo even helped drive her back to the small villa.

Ever since Xiao Zhuo’s mother, Madam Xiao Fengying, found out Gu Qinghuan was already married, she’d felt a bit regretful.

Lanting School was on winter break.

Both he and Ming Ruxue were roped in by Gu Qinghuan to help look after the kids.

It had been several days since they’d moved into the villa, and with everyone busy, Gu Qinghuan hadn’t yet had the chance to invite everyone over for a meal.

So she specially arranged a weekend gathering, inviting Xiao Zhuo, Xu Lei, He Qiang, Wang Xiaowei, and a few others for a housewarming dinner.

She’d originally wanted to invite Grandma Gu as well, but when she went over, the place was empty. The neighbors said Grandma had gone up the mountain to serve Buddha.

Gu Qinghuan didn’t push it any further.

He Qiang’s splint was still on, but he seemed in good spirits. He even brought some mung bean cakes made by his younger siblings, as well as his family’s homemade pickled vegetables.

And honestly, his family’s pickled vegetables were just right—perfectly salty and tangy, really tasty. They were ideal for making pickled fish, so Gu Qinghuan used them that very night.

Inviting Wang Xiaowei was actually a surprise.

She’d been so busy lately that she’d almost forgotten about her, but Wang Xiaowei had come by recently to return something, and that’s how Gu Qinghuan learned about her current situation.

After her lease at the old apartment expired, Wang Xiaowei finally found a job.

She was a bit embarrassed to talk about it—she was now working as a wet nurse for a wealthy family.

It was a job she’d stumbled upon by chance.

When she was out job hunting, an older lady saw her carrying her baby and asked how old the child was and if her milk supply was good.

She replied that her baby was just over three months old and that her milk was sufficient.

The lady then said, “To be honest, dear, it’s really hard to find a job while carrying a nursing baby. But I happen to know of something that might suit you. There’s a wealthy family who just had a baby, but the mother doesn’t have milk, so they’re looking everywhere for a wet nurse. They have pretty high standards—no older women, no mothers with older children. I saw that your baby is still young, you’re young and clean, so you fit their requirements. It’s up to you if you want to try. I hear the pay is quite good.”

The lady’s words tempted Wang Xiaowei. After so long job hunting, she’d been feeling hopeless and was about to take her baby back to her hometown if she couldn’t find work. But now, things had taken a turn for the better.

So she took her baby to the interview.

It turned out the interview was right near the villa where she’d helped Gu Qinghuan with cleaning before.

The family sized her up from head to toe, asked a lot of detailed questions about her situation, and finally agreed to let her try feeding their baby.

Maybe the baby was really hungry, because he nursed eagerly and fell asleep right after. The grandparents were very pleased and immediately agreed to let Wang Xiaowei and her child stay, giving them a room on the first floor reserved for staff.

The only requirements were that she had to bathe daily, keep clean, and always feed the employer’s baby first.

She found these terms acceptable—after all, their baby was still small and didn’t eat much.

She could earn money, live in a nice house, and keep her own baby with her. For her, it was the perfect job, so she stayed.

She ate with the family every day, and with good nutrition, her milk supply was more than enough for both babies. The employers were very satisfied.

She didn’t slack off in her spare time either, often helping with cleaning and cooking, which the family appreciated.

Once she’d settled in, she made a point of returning the things she’d borrowed from Lanting before, and brought some fruit as a thank-you. She happened to arrive just as Gu Qinghuan was hosting the dinner, so she was invited to join.

Wang Xiaowei made sure to feed the employer’s baby before coming over.

Xiao Zhuo had planned to come alone, but when Xiao Fengying heard the girl from the hospital was hosting, she insisted on coming along and even prepared a gift on her own.

He had no choice but to bring his mother with him.

As soon as they stepped out, they ran into Qu Hanwen, who had come to see them. With a rare free weekend, Qu Hanwen wanted to spend time with them.

Since divorcing Xiao Fengying, Qu Hanwen hadn’t remarried, throwing himself into his career. He’d been quite successful, but lacked the warmth of a wife and children at home.

His parents had both passed away, and he lived alone. Sometimes, seeing other families happy together, he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad.

Ever since the Xiao family moved back, he’d used the excuse of visiting his son to come by often, shamelessly joining them for meals—though his real intentions were obvious.

After so many years, Xiao Fengying had mostly forgiven him. After all, they were both nearly fifty; what was the point of holding grudges? Still, she was sharp-tongued as ever.

Xiao Fengying ignored Qu Hanwen, leaving Xiao Zhuo to play peacemaker.

When Qu Hanwen heard that Zhong Weiqian’s granddaughter was hosting, he immediately said he wanted to join too.

So the dinner party turned into a family affair, with a pile of gifts in tow.

Gu Qinghuan was startled—she hadn’t realized the connection between Qu Hanwen and Xiao Zhuo, thinking it was just a coincidence until she picked up on clues from their interactions.

Luckily, she’d prepared plenty of food, so a few extra guests weren’t a problem.

Xu Lei was the last to arrive—he’d been busy with year-end work.

The furniture Gu Qinghuan had ordered had already been delivered.

Everyone gathered around the big round table, raising their glasses together.

Although there was a wide gap in status and background among the guests, everyone was well-mannered, and the meal was a joyful one.

Zhong Luoning sat at a separate table with the children. She couldn’t eat much herself, but joined in the fun and helped Wang Xiaowei hold and soothe the babies.

Children truly are the purest angels in the world—their smiles can make you forget all your worries.

After tasting Gu Qinghuan’s cooking, Xiao Fengying couldn’t stop praising it and asked her to teach her some recipes when she had time.

Qu Hanwen teased her for being outdone by a young woman.

Xiao Fengying retaliated with a hard kick under the table.

These days, Xiao Fengying was often bored. She came from a wealthy family, with more money than she could spend in a lifetime. Besides shopping and eating out with friends, she didn’t have much to pursue in life.

Xiao Zhuo fully supported his mother’s interest in learning to cook.

On one hand, it would distract her from constantly nagging him about getting married.

On the other, Gu Qinghuan’s cooking was so delicious that if his mother learned, he’d benefit too.

Qu Hanwen asked a few questions about Xu Huai’an, but Gu Qinghuan didn’t tell the truth—she just said he was away for a few days.

Xiao Zhuo, who knew a bit more, kept quiet and focused on eating.

Wang Xiaowei seemed a bit uncomfortable and left with her baby soon after the meal.

Gu Qinghuan didn’t try to stop her. After all, she was still nursing someone else’s child, and Gu Qinghuan had noticed how careful she was with her food—avoiding spicy or overly sweet dishes—so she guessed the family had strict requirements.

Before she left, Gu Qinghuan gave her a thick cotton coat as a gift, since her own was thin and worn.

Wang Xiaowei tried to refuse, but eventually accepted it, a little embarrassed.

He Qiang also took the opportunity to say his goodbyes.

Gu Qinghuan gave him some dried goods and grains from the northeast—probably the most practical gift for him.

There was rice, flour, millet, soybeans, corn grits, and more—a full sack, probably about fifty jin (25 kg).

She’d wanted to give him more, but with only one usable hand, fifty jin was probably his limit.

He Qiang hoisted the sack onto his shoulder with one hand, thanking Gu Qinghuan again and again.

He truly needed these supplies. Grain was scarce everywhere, and with several growing kids at home, this would really help his family get through the tough times.

Xu Lei had brought some pastries his wife had made—they were beautifully crafted, even better than those sold in shops. That’s when Gu Qinghuan learned his wife was the descendant of a famous old pastry shop in Beijing.

Unfortunately, the family business had fallen on hard times, but she still made pastries for friends and family now and then.

Gu Qinghuan had noticed that, despite Xu Lei’s job at the police station, his family probably wasn’t particularly well-off.

So she took the opportunity to help out.

Before he left, Gu Qinghuan placed an order for a batch of pastries, insisting on paying market price.

Xu Lei thought she just wanted some for herself and offered to give them as a gift, but when he realized how much she wanted and that she’d already given him a deposit, he knew she was serious. He was overjoyed and went home to tell his wife right away.

His wife started soaking ingredients that very night.

Although his job sounded prestigious, it didn’t pay much. His wife looked after the kids at home and did a little business on the side to help make ends meet.

It’s hard for people from poor backgrounds to break out of their social class; it takes more than one generation’s effort. Xu Lei had been able to study thanks to Zhong Zijun’s support, but even with an education, it was still hard to get ahead.

Gu Qinghuan also gave him some food and daily necessities, just as she had for the others.

Finally, there was Xiao Zhuo’s family—they were the last to leave.

Qu Hanwen loved playing with Dabao, and was delighted by how articulate and clever the child was, as was Xiao Fengying.

Xiao Fengying had been longing for a grandchild for ages, but her son was almost thirty and still unmarried, which was driving her crazy."

"Chapter 157: Xu’s Parents Come Knocking

Xiao Zhuo, that brat—don’t even mention finding a wife, he gets impatient just seeing women. Last time, they finally thought there was something going on between him and Gu Qinghuan, but it turned out she was already married.

Xiao Fengying has really worried herself sick over this.

As for Qu Hanwen, there’s even less to say. His peers already have grandkids old enough to run errands, but he’s still all alone—not even a son, let alone a grandson. It’s pitiful.

So he decided: first win over his son, then a wife and grandkids wouldn’t be far off.

The two of them doted on Dabao and Beibei, the more they looked, the more they liked them.

Gu Lanting and Ming Ruxue simply hid in a room—the couple’s eager, burning gazes were too much. Elderly people longing for grandchildren are truly a force to be reckoned with.

Xiao Zhuo, meanwhile, was off to the side whispering with Youran, sharing secrets only the two of them understood.

Zhong Luoning’s eyes grew a little misty. If only Xu Jianguo could treat children with the same patience as Xiao Zhuo—even if he went too far, she’d accept it.

She’d heard Xu Jianguo was publicly criticized yesterday, but she hadn’t gone.

It was all in the past. From now on, that scum was out of her life for good.

Gu Qinghuan brewed a pot of fine tea, and the three guests sat for a while longer before leaving.

Most of what they brought were supplements and medicinal herbs—apparently, the Xiao family’s ancestors had been in that business.

All good things. Gu Qinghuan racked her brains to find suitable gifts in return.

She gave Xiao Fengying a silk scarf and a wool sweater.

For Xiao Zhuo and Qu Hanwen, she prepared some tea and a tea set.

The tea set was from the villa’s storage.

She’d have to go through the storage one of these days—see what other good things were in there, otherwise they might go to waste.

Xiao Fengying was a natural at making friends. Even though they hadn’t known each other before, after just one meal, she acted like they were old acquaintances. She even asked Gu Qinghuan to introduce Xiao Zhuo to any suitable girls she knew.

Just like those mothers in later generations who are always pushing their kids to get married.

Xiao Zhuo could only shake his head helplessly.

Xiao Fengying loved the silk scarf Gu Qinghuan gave her, praising it non-stop and immediately wrapping it around her neck, asking her husband and son how it looked.

Qu Hanwen and Xiao Zhuo didn’t say anything, but Dabao and Beibei jumped in with flattery, saying, “Grandma looks beautiful!”

Xiao Fengying was so delighted she squinted with joy, and promptly handed out three big red envelopes—one for each child.

As they were leaving, she invited the kids to visit their home whenever they had time.

—

The day after the meal, early in the morning, the door was pounded on loudly.

Gu Qinghuan thought Xu Huaian had come back and happily went to open the door.

She never expected to see Xu’s mother again.

She had no idea how Xu Jianguo’s parents had found out where they lived, but here they were, showing up at their door.

This time, Xu’s mother was clearly much softer in attitude than before.

“She’s my cousin, is Luoning here?” she asked.

Gu Qinghuan made a show of closing the door. “She’s not here. Please leave.”

Xu’s father braced himself in the doorway. “Miss, we really have something important to discuss with her. Please, help us out.”

Xu’s mother kept banging on the door, shouting, “Luoning! Zhong Luoning! I know you’re in there!”

Gu Qinghuan frowned. These people were like ghosts that wouldn’t go away—truly annoying.

Upstairs, Zhong Luoning heard Xu’s mother’s familiar voice and shuddered. Xu Youran also shrank into her arms in fear.

“Lanting, quick! Someone’s trying to break in—call the police!” Gu Qinghuan shouted while blocking the door, calling for Gu Lanting’s help.

“What do you want? The divorce has already gone through. From now on, our families have nothing to do with each other.”

Xu’s father was a sly, cunning man.

He suddenly dropped to his knees with a thud and shouted, “I’m begging you, let me see Zhong Luoning! I have something important to tell her!”

Seeing this, Xu’s mother gritted her teeth and knelt as well. “Please, I’m begging you.”

The people living near the villa were all well-off, and passersby began to gather, curious about what was happening and why the elderly weren’t being let in.

Xu’s father lied through his teeth: “Everyone, look! What kind of daughter-in-law is this? We’re just two old folks wanting to see her, and it’s harder than climbing to heaven!”

Gu Qinghuan was so angry she could explode. How could people like this exist?

“Your son brought his mistress right into the house—why don’t you mention that? What will it take for you to leave my sister alone?”

At that moment, Gu Lanting charged over like a bull and started hitting them.

Xu’s father seized the opportunity to shout, “Come look! They’re hitting us! Young people are beating their elders!”

The onlookers started criticizing, saying they shouldn’t treat the elderly like that.

“What kind of elders are you?” Gu Qinghuan fumed, wishing she could kick Lanting for being such a pig teammate—confronting them head-on would only make things worse.

“Go call the police! Leave this to me.”

Xu’s mother clung to Gu Lanting’s leg, refusing to let her go.

Gu Qinghuan kicked Xu’s mother’s arm, freeing Lanting.

“They’re hitting us! They’re hitting us!” Xu’s mother howled, clutching her leg.

“Go ahead and cry all you want. As long as I’m here, let’s see who dares go inside.”

“Zhong Luoning, you wicked woman! You even harmed your own husband!”

“You’ve ruined my son! You vixen! I curse you to suffer for the rest of your life!”

“Zhong Luoning, why don’t you just die!”

…

The two of them started cursing at the door, their language filthy and vicious.

Zhong Luoning, watching from upstairs, couldn’t take it anymore.

She came downstairs with Youran.

As soon as Xu’s mother saw her, she jumped up. “Luoning, dear Luoning, we were just desperate to see you—your cousin wouldn’t let us in.”

Zhong Luoning’s face was cold, her fists clenched tight. She refused to show weakness—everyone was watching, and she had to stand tall, not let Qinghuan’s efforts go to waste.

“What do you want from me?”

“Luoning, we were wrong before, we know that now. But you and Jianguo were married for years, and you have Youran—you can’t just watch him die!

If he’s sent to the northwest for labor reform, he won’t survive. For the sake of the child, please help him! You don’t want Youran to lose her father at such a young age, do you?”

Xu’s mother tried to grab her arm, but Gu Qinghuan blocked her.

“I can’t save him. He brought this on himself—he has no one to blame but himself.”

“You can save him! We asked around—the police said if you write a letter of forgiveness, he’ll get a lighter sentence. We’ll pay some money, and it’ll be fine,” Xu’s father said excitedly.

“That’s right. Just write the letter, we’ll get Jianguo out, and we’ll all live together as a family.

Even if you can’t have more children, we won’t force you—just having Youran is enough.

There’s no grudge that lasts overnight in a family. Please, help him! I’m begging you,” Xu’s mother pleaded desperately. She was willing to do anything to save her son.

So that’s what they were after.

Zhong Luoning clenched her jaw. “You’re dreaming! Even if I could save him, I wouldn’t!

When you locked me and my child in a room without food or water, trying to starve us to death, did you feel any guilt?

When Xu Jianguo brought women home, almost—just almost—costing Youran her life, where were you?

When he brought people to beat me, where were you?

When he acted like a monster, where were you?

And now you want me to let him off? Impossible!

I will never forgive him!”

“Aren’t you standing here just fine? Youran’s fine too!

Couples fight, but it blows over—why take it so seriously with your own husband?” Xu’s mother said, completely lacking empathy.

“Luoning, think carefully. You’re on your own now—no family, no in-laws, no money. How will you support yourself and Youran?

You can’t stay at your cousin’s house forever, can you? A woman with a child, no job, no money—how will you survive?” Xu’s father’s words hit Zhong Luoning right where it hurt.

This was what she worried about most. She’d already caused her cousin’s family enough trouble and felt deeply guilty.

Xu’s father was forcing her to face her predicament.

Gu Qinghuan couldn’t believe how shameless they were.

“Shut up! If it weren’t for you, would things be like this?

You sold my sister’s house, used the money to buy a new one in your own names—what a scheme.

Let me tell you, you’re lucky I haven’t come after you. Don’t push me, or I’ll settle all the scores!

You’ve spent my sister’s money for years and still treat her like this—are your hearts made of stone?

Heaven is watching—you’ll get what you deserve.

Sis, don’t be afraid. I have plenty of money. I’m willing to support you and Youran for a lifetime.

You two go home and take care of Xu Jianguo. The northwest is no paradise—don’t let him die there without anyone knowing,” Gu Qinghuan said, shielding Zhong Luoning.

It was only during the asset division that Gu Qinghuan learned the Xu family had completely cut Zhong Luoning out—she couldn’t get a cent from them.

But she never told Zhong Luoning, not wanting to upset her.

The house the Zhong family had bought for the marriage was sold after the political campaign, supposedly for being too extravagant. The Xu family quickly bought a smaller place and moved in.

At the time, Zhong Luoning had just given birth and gone through so much—she couldn’t deal with these things and didn’t guard against them.

Only later did she learn the new house was in Xu’s parents’ names.

They’d planned it all along—if the house was in their names, it belonged to the Xu family; if it was in Xu Jianguo’s name, it would have to be split with Zhong Luoning.

You had to hand it to them—they really planned ahead, and did every bad thing possible."

"Chapter 158: Coercion Fails