After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

In February in the northern part of the city, the late spring cold was as sharp as a boning knife, and the wind stung the face.

It's been two days since Ye Zhen returned to the Beicheng Military Region compound from Beijing. The journey had taken its toll, and the energy and spirit she displayed in Germany and Beijing had somewhat faded, replaced by a rare sense of domestic laziness.

It's 2 a.m.

In the master bedroom on the second floor of the Gu family home, the solid wood bed was sturdy and heavy. Ye Zhen was not sleeping soundly; her professional habits from her previous life made her extremely sensitive to sound.

"bell!"

The red telephone in the living room suddenly rang out in the quiet of the night.

The steady breathing beside him vanished instantly.

Almost within half a second of the ringing bell, Gu Zheng had already sat up. His movements were so fast that it didn't seem like he had just woken up from a dream; rather, it was like a cheetah that had been lying in wait for a long time smelling blood, its muscles tensing up instantly.

"I am Gu Zheng."

His voice was low and hoarse, with a lingering sleepiness, but his tone was as cold and hard as iron.

Ye Zhen had actually been awake for a while. Her eyelashes fluttered in the blankets, but she didn't move; her breathing just skipped a beat.

"Understood. I am the person primarily responsible."

After hearing something said on the other end of the phone, Gu Zheng's back instantly arched, his muscles straining to their limit, exuding a chilling aura.

"Yes. I guarantee the mission will be accomplished."

The phone call ended. A deathly silence returned to the room.

……

The next morning, when Ye Zhen woke up, the spot next to her was already cold.

There was a note on the bedside table, the handwriting flamboyant and unrestrained, exuding a wild and untamed spirit:

"Honey, I have some things to take care of at the military base. I'll be back for dinner tonight. —Zheng"

Ye Zhen held the note in her hand, her brows furrowing slightly.

She got up to wash up, her simple white shirt tucked into her trousers, looking neat and efficient. It was the weekend, and since Gu Zheng wasn't home, she decided to tidy up the house. Although this man appeared respectable in public, his study was a complete mess, like a bandit's den, with various military maps and documents scattered everywhere.

The desk was a bit messy. The ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts. Ye Zhen frowned, opened the window to let the smell out, and reached for a drawer to find a rag.

The moment the drawer was opened, a brown paper envelope lay quietly inside.

The envelope was new, with no stamp on it, only a few large characters written in pen, bold and clear:

[To my wife Ye Zhen (If I don't come back)]

Ye Zhen's fingers trembled suddenly.

In that instant, it felt as if my heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand; the feeling of suffocation was even more intense than experiencing severe bleeding on the operating table.

What if we can't come back?

She took a deep breath, her fingertips slightly cold, and opened the envelope.

Inside was a bankbook, a key, and a neatly folded piece of paper. Unfolding the letter, Gu Zheng's usual arrogant tone seemed to leap off the page, yet between the lines lay a resolute determination that brought tears to one's eyes:

Zhenzhen:

By the time you see this letter, I'll probably be glorious.

Don't cry. That's life for soldiers; you risk your life, you never know when you'll be done for. I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of dying with no one to stand up for me.

The savings account contains your allowances and bonuses from the past few years; the password is your birthday. It's not much, but enough for you to buy a small courtyard house in the north of the city. The key is for the old house in the south of the city; the land deed is with your grandfather.

If I really don't come back, don't stay with me. You're young, beautiful, and capable; you've got the makings of a great expert.

When you meet the right person in the future, don't be blind; find someone who cares about you and is considerate. But don't go for someone in the Air Force; those pilots are too arrogant, I don't like them. And don't go for someone in the Navy either; they're never home, it'll be like living a life of solitude.

It would be best to find someone who is a doctor, someone you can talk to.

Forget it, the more I write, the angrier I get.

Just pretend I never said that. If you dare remarry, I'll haunt your house and peek through your windows in the middle of the night!

... "

As Ye Zhen watched, her eyes reddened.

That arrogant and domineering Gu Zheng. That Gu Zheng who silenced the foreigners in Germany. That Gu Zheng who would do anything to avenge her.

Even his suicide note was undignified; the first half made him seem like a decent person, but the second half made him look like a complete scoundrel.

"Should we find a doctor?"

Ye Zhen sneered and slammed the letter on the table, but tears involuntarily streamed down her face, blurring the ink.

"Gu Zheng, you bastard."

……

As evening approached, the engine of a jeep roared at the gate of the courtyard.

Gu Zheng pushed open the door and came in, exuding a chill, carrying two aluminum lunch boxes he had smuggled from the army canteen.

"Honey, the cafeteria made braised lion's head meatballs today, and I grabbed two..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Zheng froze.

The living room was dark, the lights were off. Ye Zhen sat on the sofa, clutching the brown paper envelope in her hand, staring at him with a ghostly gaze, as if she were looking at a dead man.

"Well……"

Gu Zheng's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, even though he hid it so well, it still got discovered?

"daughter in law……"

Gu Zheng put down the lunchbox, rubbed his hands together, and quickly put on a tragic and desolate expression. He looked like he was wasting his talent by not being in a performing arts troupe.

"You saw it all?"

He sighed, walked over to hug Ye Zhen, but then paused in mid-air, as if afraid that the cold air emanating from him would upset her.

"I didn't want you to see this." Gu Zheng's voice was low, his eyes slightly drooping, like a large wolfhound soaked by the rain. "This mission is urgent, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?" Ye Zhen interrupted him, her voice icy cold.

"I'm afraid that if I really die at this beautiful age..." Gu Zheng sniffed, glanced at Ye Zhen's collar, and quickly looked away, his face full of righteousness, "I'm afraid that no one will warm your bed in the future."

"So you're telling me to marry a doctor?"

Ye Zhen stood up and approached step by step.

She was a head shorter than Gu Zheng, but her aura was so powerful that she forced Gu Zheng to take two steps back, his lower back pressing against the cabinet in the entryway.

"That...that was just said in anger." Gu Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed. "Besides me, who is worthy of you? Anyone who dares to marry you, I'll haunt them in the middle of the night and strangle them."

Ye Zhen didn't say anything.

She stared at Gu Zheng's handsome and resolute face. High brow bones, a straight nose, and thin, tightly pressed lips. It was a face that could drive countless women mad, and also a face about to rush into the flames of war.

"Have a meal."

Ye Zhen turned around, uttered two words, and went into the kitchen.

Gu Zheng touched his nose, put on a "whatever happens, happens" expression, and followed him inside.

Dinner was simple: braised lion's head meatballs, a plate of peanuts, and a plate of stir-fried chives and eggs specially prepared by Ye Zhen.

The most eye-catching thing was the bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) with its label torn off right in the center of the table.

Gu Zheng sat at the table, looking at the scene, feeling a little uneasy.

"Wife, this..." He pointed to the bottle of liquor, "Is this a farewell drink?"

This is like a death sentence.

Ye Zhen didn't say anything, but took two large tea mugs and filled them with gulps. The liquor was clear, and the spicy aroma of the liquor instantly filled the air.

"drink."

Ye Zhen picked up her cup and took a big gulp.

The Erguotou of that era was high in alcohol and burned the throat. One sip felt like a thread of fire burning down the throat to the stomach. Ye Zhen's face flushed instantly, as if she had applied rouge, making her look exceptionally stunning on her perpetually pale face.

Gu Zheng stared, completely mesmerized.

His wife is usually like a high-and-mighty flower, only to be admired from afar. What's wrong with her today?

"Wife, drink slowly..." Gu Zheng wanted to persuade her, but Ye Zhen shot him a glare, so he immediately shut his mouth and obediently picked up his cup to take a sip.

After several rounds of drinks...

I've downed most of a bottle of Erguotou.

Ye Zhen rested her chin on her hand, her eyes already somewhat unfocused. She looked at Gu Zheng opposite her, at this man who was usually unruly but would entrust his life to the country in critical moments.

The image of Grandma Gu's tiger-head shoes still lingers in my mind.

The words in that letter pierced her heart like needles.

In her past life, she was a renowned surgeon, accustomed to life and death, and thought her heart was as hard as iron. But in this life, looking at the living, breathing man before her, she suddenly realized that she didn't want to have any regrets.

I don't want to at all.

"Gu Zheng".

Ye Zhen suddenly spoke, her voice slightly hoarse and soft due to the alcohol, making one's bones melt.

"Here!" Gu Zheng straightened his back reflexively.

Ye Zhen put down her wine glass, which clattered loudly on the table. She stood up, swayed, and walked unsteadily to Gu Zheng, looking down at him.

Under the lights, her eyes glistened with tears, yet they also revealed the domineering and resolute nature she usually displayed on the operating table.

"Take off your clothes."

"……what?"

Gu Zheng's chopsticks fell to the table with a "clatter," and the peanut he was holding rolled to the ground.

He suspected he had misheard, or that he was hallucinating from being drunk.

"Wife, what did you say?" Gu Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his eyes instantly turning fiery, as if he wanted to devour someone, but he still feigned modesty, "This... isn't that inappropriate?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Ye Zhen didn't listen to him at all. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed Gu Zheng's training uniform collar. The hand that was used to holding a scalpel was surprisingly strong at this moment.

Startled by her sudden movement, Gu Zheng leaned back and fell onto the old sofa behind him. The springs in the sofa creaked in protest.

Before he could react, Ye Zhen had already pounced on him. She braced her knees against the edge of the sofa, placed her hands on either side of his ears, and locked him beneath her.

"Wife..." Gu Zheng's voice was hoarse beyond words. He wanted to put his hand on her waist, but was afraid of hurting her. "What are you doing?"

Ye Zhen stared into his eyes, her usual cool rationality now reduced to ashes by the alcohol. Only one thought occupied her mind—

Since I can't keep you as a person, I'll at least leave you with a child.

If they really don't come back, someone has to wear those tiger-head shoes.

"Gu Zheng".

Ye Zhen smiled. That smile, with its captivating charm and allure, made Gu Zheng hold his breath.

"Since there are regrets, let's make up for them."

Ye Zhen's eyes were unfocused, yet they revealed an undeniable ruthlessness.

Gu Zheng was secretly overjoyed, fireworks were exploding all over the ground, but he still had to pretend: "This...isn't that inappropriate? Honey, you've had too much to drink, I don't want to take advantage of you. Besides, I have to get back to the team first thing tomorrow morning..."

The next second, Ye Zhen did something that made Gu Zheng's brain instantly shut down.

She suddenly bent down, grabbed Gu Zhengjun's shirt collar with both hands, and ripped it open forcefully—

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several plastic buttons flew off instantly, hitting the concrete with a crisp sound, which seemed especially thrilling on this hot night.

Gu Zheng's strong and muscular chest was instantly exposed to the air, bearing several crisscrossing old scars, exuding masculine tension.

Ye Zhen's cool fingertips touched those burning hot muscles, like a scalpel cutting through the skin, arousing waves of shivers.

She straddled Gu Zheng's lap, pressed her breath against his ear, and uttered the command that completely shattered Commander Gu's reason:

"Gu Zheng, take off your pants."

"Now."

"This is the doctor's order."