She's a shrewd and sweet woman who transmigrated into a book.

Chapter 23 A Letter
Leng Yunting always felt that Liu Jingyi was deliberately seducing him.

The man's slender fingers clenched tightly, suppressing the heat rising in his body.

Leng Yunting was relatively restrained during the day. Even at home, he glanced at Liu Jingyi and said seriously, "Stop fooling around."

Liu Jingyi thought to herself, "During the day, he's as serious as an old cadre, but at night he turns into a beast."

Just then, Fu Jiexuan delivered a letter, breaking the tender atmosphere in the room.

Liu Jingyi glanced at the mailing address on the envelope, then looked up at Leng Yunting.

Fu Jiexuan did it on purpose; otherwise, he wouldn't have made a special trip to deliver the letter. So, after delivering the letter, he left without staying for even a moment.

"Cough cough..."

Seeing his uncomfortable expression, Liu Jingyi asked in confusion, "Who sent the letter?"

Leng Yunting held the thin letter between his fingers. The delicate handwriting on the envelope seemed to carry a scorching heat. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily as he tried to maintain his composure: "It was sent from J City. It should have been sent by Mom."

Liu Jingyi stared at him with her clear eyes, as if trying to see through his feigned composure.

She clearly sensed a hint of panic flashing in Leng Yunting's eyes at that moment.

"Then it must be something urgent, right? Let me see." Liu Jingyi remained calm and naturally extended her hand, her slender, fair fingers hovering in mid-air, conveying an undeniable sense of authority.

At that moment, Leng Yunting felt as if the letter was a red-hot branding iron.

He really wanted to tear it to shreds right away, or burn it to ashes.

Damn Fu Jiexuan!

He definitely did it on purpose!
Why did Bai Yiyao's letter have to be delivered specially?

Leng Yunting had already mentally beaten Fu Jiexuan to a pulp eight hundred times over.

"Ahem, I suppose it's nothing serious!"

Liu Jingyi stared at him for a long time, then said meaningfully, "Is that so?"

"Okay, the ribs are ready. Didn't you want some? I'll get you some."

Leng Yunting casually stuffed the letter into his pocket and went to the kitchen.

Liu Jingyi watched the man's retreating figure and didn't press him further. After all, she wasn't stupid, so why bother?
The delicate handwriting, the address from the capital, and Leng Yunting's inability to meet his gaze...

Besides Bai Yiyao, the female lead from the original book, who else could it be?

Sure enough, relying on mountains is risky, but relying on men is risky?
Ah!
Liu Jingyi became even more determined to make money.

They forbid her from doing this or that here, controlling her with all sorts of rules and regulations, but on the other hand, letters from her ex-lover are being sent to her home!

Since he doesn't want her to know, why should she create trouble for herself?
Why insist on tearing down this barrier and staging a drama of jealousy and rivalry?

She didn't have the time or the interest!
Liu Jingyi drank two large bowls in one go, and the letter did not affect her appetite at all.

She ate with focused satisfaction, as if the letter she had just received was merely a gentle breeze that brushed across the water's surface, leaving not even a ripple.

Bai Yiyao's letter?
what is that?
Is it edible?
Does it smell as good as her pork rib soup?

Besides, she is now protected by military marriage. As long as she doesn't divorce, everyone else is a mistress. So what if she is the female lead in the original book?
Leng Yunting sat opposite her, watching her eat until her cheeks were slightly bulging and she looked completely satisfied, while he himself had no appetite.

Looking at Liu Jingyi's carefree attitude, Leng Yunting felt a strange irritation and even a hint of annoyance rising in his heart.
She ate with relish, so could it be that she really didn't care at all about him... or that letter?
This feeling of being completely ignored was even more frustrating than being questioned.

"Why aren't you eating?" Liu Jingyi finally looked up from her bowl and asked.

"I'm not hungry, you should eat more."

Liu Jingyi said "Oh," and then asked, "You've finished reading the letter, aren't you going to write a reply?" This question was like a spark that ignited a fuse!
"It's nothing important, no need to reply."

"Oh."

Liu Jingyi responded crisply and decisively, without any further questions or emotional fluctuations.

Leng Yunting just stared at her quietly.

The weather was quite hot, so Liu Jingyi dressed very lightly at home.

She even altered it from her own old clothes—a simple white spaghetti strap top that revealed a large expanse of her fair and delicate shoulders and exquisite collarbones.

She wore loose shorts of the same color, revealing her two straight and long legs without any cover.

Her delicate arms, graceful neck, and exquisitely beautiful face, even without makeup, made her resemble a juicy peach exuding an alluring sweet fragrance in the summer.

As Leng Yunting gazed at the delicate woman before him, the dark desires surging within him were palpable.

He wished he could immediately grab her slender, fragile neck, so that only his image could be reflected in her clear eyes, and make her pay the price for this damned indifference!
No!

If he stayed any longer, he didn't know what he might do!
"Something came up in the unit, so I have to go back."

Leng Yunting practically gritted his teeth as he squeezed out those words, his voice terribly hoarse.

Liu Jingyi stared speechlessly at the man who walked out with a dark expression.

Ah!
She hadn't even complained about his continued contact with his ex-lover and their correspondence, yet he put on such an unhappy face. Who was he trying to impress?

The midday sun hung overhead like a giant fireball, scorching the earth with its intense heat.

It should have been lunch break, but the huge training field was a scene of bustling activity.

A group of strong young men, wearing camouflage vests soaked with sweat, were all grimacing and looking miserable.

They are undergoing extreme physical training far exceeding their usual intensity—weighted squats, mud crawls, log-carrying sprints…

Every movement is a challenge to the limits of physiology.

The source of all this—Leng Yunting—stood like a demon in the shadows at the edge of the arena.

He buttoned his military uniform meticulously to the top, his posture upright, but his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes were sharp as knives, sweeping over every figure on the field who was exhausted to the point of collapse.

The oppressive aura emanating from Leng Yunting was even more suffocating than the blazing sun overhead.

No one dared to complain, or even glance around; they could only grit their teeth and do their best to complete every instruction.

Of course, among this group of "unfortunate" young men, the most miserable one is undoubtedly Fu Jiexuan.

While others undergo routine extreme training, Fu Jiexuan's training has been upgraded to hell mode.

"Fu Jiexuan! Add fifty more push-ups! Make sure they're done correctly! If your back sags, start over!"

"Fu Jiexuan! Crawling through the mud, others do it in two trips, you do it in four! Crawl faster! Haven't you eaten?"

"Fu Jiexuan! Carry the log! Change to the thickest one!"

Leng Yunting's icy voice, like a death warrant, struck Fu Jiexuan's head with precision time and again.

Sweat streamed down Fu Jiexuan's forehead, neck, and back, dripping onto the scalding ground and evaporating instantly.

He was so exhausted that his vision blurred, and his arms and legs were trembling uncontrollably. He felt like he was about to fall apart at any moment.

(End of this chapter)