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Chapter 8 Deliberately Going Against Him

Director Yang was extremely efficient; he arranged the meeting the very next afternoon in his quiet living room.

She deliberately sent her family away, leaving only some melon seeds and tea for the guests.

Liang Yi arrived just in time, dressed in a crisp military uniform with his top button fastened tightly, carrying with him the slight chill of the outdoor air.

When he entered, his gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, instantly locking onto the figure sitting in the chair by the window.

Anmin did indeed come, and to show her respect, she even brought out a dress she had kept hidden away.

That was the simplest and darkest-colored of all the clothes she brought.

The base color is light gray, and the tiny floral print is almost invisible. The style is also the simplest straight-leg design.

However, the exquisite tailoring of Haicheng and the drape of the fabric itself still exude an incongruous elegance against the rough backdrop of Northwest China.

She turned slightly to the side, her slender neck taut, conveying a forced composure and an almost imperceptible sense of grievance.

Liang Yi's brows furrowed unconsciously.

Even though the dress was completely unremarkable, he still felt a little displeased.

He strode over, his footsteps landing on the floor with a dull thud, carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

"Comrade Anmin?"

Liang Yi's voice, like his personality, was hard and devoid of any warmth.

Anmin turned her head at the sound, revealing a clean and fair face.

She had no smile on her face, and her bright almond-shaped eyes stared straight at Liang Yi.

With her permed bangs and almond-shaped eyes full of spring, she looked like a delicate young lady straight out of a magazine.

Even the darkest clothes cannot conceal the brilliance emanating from this pearl.

An Min stood up and nodded slightly: "Commander Liang."

Her voice was clear and crisp, not at all as sweet and coquettish as I had imagined.

Liang Yi didn't sit down; he just stood there, looking down at Liang Yi.

His gaze swept over An Min and her dress as if examining an object, and he said bluntly, "Director Yang said you have a high level of awareness and donated all your possessions."

"But looking at your outfit, you still can't change your ways."

He emphasized those four words, his eyes revealing undisguised contempt.

This is the troublemaker he imagined, dressed up in a flamboyant manner, trying to use her looks to take advantage of others.

These words were like a slap in the face, landing hard on An Min's cheek.

Her fair cheeks flushed instantly, not from shyness, but from anger.

With just one sentence, Anmin realized that Liang Yi had no intention of going on a blind date at all.

Perhaps Director Yang used some words to force him to come.

Even in her current predicament, Anmin's innate pride prevented her from showing any weakness.

An Min's chest heaved slightly as she suppressed her unhappiness, raised her chin, and forced a nearly sweet, fake smile.

The woman's voice was deliberately soft and slow, with a touch of Haicheng accent.

"Commander Liang is right. This dress has been sitting at the bottom of my trunk for years. I only took it out today because I wanted to see you, Commander Liang, and I didn't want it to be too shabby and embarrass Director Yang."

She deliberately pronounced the words "chief commander" very clearly.

Out of politeness and good manners, she dressed up for the occasion, and even chose the most inconspicuous dress to be considerate of his feelings.

Who would have thought that Liang Yi would be so rude, understanding the unspoken meaning in her words? Doesn't he feel ashamed?
Liang Yi clearly hadn't expected her to react this way.

He expected to see tears, panic, or humble explanations.

The girl in front of me had flushed cheeks and incredibly bright eyes.

Like a small flame that has been ignited, it not only did not retreat, but instead carried a peculiar aggressiveness.

His gaze darkened, and he pulled out a chair and sat down, his expression carrying the scrutiny of someone in a superior position.

"The northwest is windy and sandy, and life is tough. Can a pampered city girl like you adapt?"

"You can't wear skirts here."

He asked directly, his tone filled with unwavering skepticism.

An Min picked up the rough porcelain teacup on the table, slowly took a sip of water, and then looked up at him, her eyes innocent and frank. "I can't get used to it."

Seeing Liang Yi's brows furrow even more, his face clearly showing his "I knew it" expression.

An Min sneered inwardly, then changed the subject, her voice carrying a touch of innocent coquettishness.

"But I'm used to wearing skirts. After we get married, please buy me a few more skirts so I can wear them in different styles for you."

"How about you treat it like growing flowers?"

She blinked, looking completely at ease.

Hmph, you're using your money to buy a blouse, huh? That'll make you furious!

"you!"

Liang Yi was speechless, stumped by her twisted logic.

Did she think he was a sucker?
His face darkened further, and a surge of anger welled up inside him.

"Eating?"

He practically gritted his teeth as he asked, his voice even colder: "The army mess hall serves communal meals, mostly coarse grains. Can you start a fire and cook? Can you cook for yourself?"

An Min put down her teacup, placed her hands neatly on her knees, and sat upright like a primary school student being questioned, shaking her head sincerely.

"No, I've never even touched a stove before."

Seeing the fire practically spitting from Liang Yi's eyes and the undisguised label of "good-for-nothing," An Min almost couldn't help but laugh.

The little rebellious flame in her heart burned even brighter, but a smile of utter dependence bloomed on her face.

"But Commander Liang, you seem very capable, you know everything. How about... you teach me? I promise I'll learn well!"

She tilted her head slightly, looking at him with bright, sparkling eyes, as if she truly regarded him as an omnipotent master.

Liang Yi was completely speechless.

He anticipated that the other party would try to be brave and say that they could adapt and could cook, which he could then expose.

Or, if the other party shows weakness and cries, he can take the opportunity to refuse.

The only thing I didn't expect was this kind of... shameless, reversed answer.

Every word he uttered hit the nail on the head, precisely on the spot, all while wearing an innocent and adoring expression.

A strange, unsettling fire surged within him.

Looking at the little face in front of him, whose cheeks were flushed but who was forcing a smile and deliberately contradicting him.

Looking at the stubbornness and defiance burning in her incredibly bright eyes, that pure sense of disgust... seemed to be subtly stirred by something.

Like a pebble thrown into a calm ice surface, creating tiny ripples.

For the first time, he felt that what he considered a troublemaker and a spoiled brat might actually be... somewhat interesting.

It's no longer the same old cowardice or scheming, but like a wildcat whose tail has been stepped on, its fur standing on end in preparation for a counterattack.

He stared at An Min, his expression becoming complicated.

The pure coldness and disdain he had just felt had been subtly mixed with a hint of scrutiny and a spark of interest that he himself was unaware of.

Liang Yi leaned forward slightly, tapped his fingers on the table, and spoke in a low voice with a hint of danger.

"Comrade Anmin, are you deliberately going against me?"

An Min met his scrutinizing gaze without flinching.

She even imitated him, leaning forward slightly as well.

The fake smile on his face disappeared, leaving only an open and unyielding stubbornness.

"Commander Liang, I will answer whatever you ask. Every word is true and every sentence is sincere. What, is telling the truth considered contradicting me?"

Their eyes met, and it felt as if tiny electric currents were crackling in the air.

There was no tenderness, only tense confrontation.

But in the cracks of this confrontation, an indescribable emotion quietly began to grow.

"Alright, I'm going back now. Since Commander Liang doesn't mean it that way, let's not waste each other's time."

Minmin: He's spoiled by his bad habits.

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(End of this chapter)