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"Your name is Yang Qiao?" Cheng Zhaoying asked imposingly from outside the door.

"Yes, your hand is injured. Let me find some medicine to apply to it."

Seeing a large red mark on Cheng Zhaoying's arm, Qiaoqiao went to find the first-aid kit.

"No need, Yang Qiao, are you willing to divorce Zhou Wenhui?" Cheng Zhaoying asked.

"I... need to discuss it with Commander Zhou first."

Qiaoqiao is willing to let them be together, but she doesn't know what her in-laws' attitude is.

Once you're married, it's a matter between two families; her agreement doesn't count.

"Hmph, you don't need to bring up Commander Zhou. You only married Wenhui so your brother could get a job at the factory. It's a marriage of convenience; Wenhui won't like you."

That's right, their marriage was indeed based on mutual benefit.

I don't know if my brother will be able to continue working at the machine factory after the divorce.

"I know, Zhou Wenhui... likes you."

Qiaoqiao hesitated, saying that the matter was complicated and she couldn't make the decision.

"As long as you're willing to get a divorce, there's nothing you can't do. Tell Commander Zhou that you don't like Zhou Wenhui and that you want to go home. Make a scene with them. Commander Zhou is a generous man and he certainly won't force you to stay," Cheng Zhaoying suggested.

"I...I can't say that. Commander Zhou and Director Luo are good people. I can't make trouble with them."

Qiaoqiao and Zhou Wenhui had no feelings for each other, but her parents-in-law took time out of their busy schedules to accompany her to rescue her brother. Yang Qiao cherished this kindness in her heart.

If her in-laws ask her to leave, she leaves without making a fuss; but if they ask her to argue with them, she can't bring herself to do it.

"In the end, you just crave the power and status of the Zhou family; you don't want a divorce." Cheng Zhaoying looked at Qiaoqiao as if she were an enemy.

"No, they're very good to me. If I go and make a scene with them, am I even human?" Qiaoqiao felt wronged after being pressured by Cheng Zhaoying.

"Even if you keep pestering Wenhui, you won't get his love. You'll only live a life of heartlessness and lovelessness. Is it worth it?"

"I didn't bother Zhou Wenhui. I don't object to you two being together, but I can't be the villain. You can make a scene with Commander Zhou, or Zhou Wenhui can make a scene with Commander Zhou. As long as my in-laws agree, I promise to sign the papers and leave immediately, and I won't bother them at all."

It's you two who wanted to be together, it's your great love, so why am I being made the scapegoat?

Cheng Zhaoying sneered: "In the end, you still can't bear to give up the Zhou family's carefree life..."

Qiaoqiao was about to argue when Zhou Wenhui's voice came from the restroom: "Yang Qiao..."

Qiaoqiao didn't care about Cheng Zhaoying anymore. She quickly opened the toilet door, flushed the toilet, and carefully placed Zhou Wenhui in the wheelchair before covering him with a blanket.

"Wenhui, did you hurt yourself?" Cheng Zhaoying leaned against Zhou Wenhui's wheelchair and asked with concern.

Zhou Wenhui looked at Cheng Zhaoying for a few seconds, then said, word by word, "Cheng Zhaoying, I will not divorce Yang Qiao. She is my wife for life. Go back now, and don't come back again."

"No, why have you suddenly changed? You clearly care about me a lot."

"I have never changed. My marriage to Yang Qiao is not a marriage of convenience. It is the result of discussions between my parents, myself, and Yang's family. Both families are very cautious and respect this marriage. I would never divorce for you."

Every word struck Qiaoqiao's heart, and she suddenly felt like crying. So this is what it feels like to be protected by a man.

"Impossible, Wenhui. Did I drop you and you think I'm useless, so you're saying things you don't mean? We're married. Even if I can't carry you, there are still orderly soldiers. Your father is a division commander. It's easy for him to send a few soldiers to take care of you, isn't it?" Cheng Zhaoying was a little flustered.

Zhou Wenhui said coldly, "Cheng Zhaoying, we are classmates and friends. Yang Qiao is my wife. Please don't humiliate my wife in front of me. You can leave now. I'm tired and want to go to sleep for a while. Yang Qiao, see the guest out."

"No, Zhou Wenhui, that's not true. You clearly love me."

Cheng Zhaoying grabbed Zhou Wenhui's wheelchair, preventing him from entering the house, while Qiaoqiao watched the two of them struggling helplessly.

"Yang Qiao, can't you hear me? See the guest out. If they keep bothering you, call the logistics department and have them send someone over." Zhou Wenhui's words were cold and ruthless.

"You, you're sending people to drive me away... Why, why...!" Cheng Zhaoying shouted loudly.

"Because you instigated a military marriage, if Yang Qiao sues you, you will go to jail," Zhou Wenhui said with his back to Cheng Zhaoying.

"Fine, hahaha, fine, I'll break up a military marriage, Zhou Wenhui, are you crazy? You like this country bumpkin?"

Cheng Zhaoying went crazy, pounding on Zhou Wenhui's wheelchair. Qiaoqiao frowned; she wouldn't sue him. As long as her brother wasn't expelled, she was willing to go back to Dashui Village to grow corn.

Seeing that Cheng Zhaoying refused to leave, Zhou Wenhui wheeled his wheelchair to the coffee table and dialed the logistics department directly: "Send a few people over immediately, someone is causing trouble at my house."

With teary eyes, Cheng Zhaoying looked at the icy-cold Zhou Wenhui and said, "Do you really have to be so heartless? Zhou Wenhui, are you really happy with this woman who can barely read?"

"Life is not just about romance and poetry; it's also about the mundane realities of daily life. I feel very relaxed and happy with Yang Qiao. She doesn't understand Ivan Shamyakin, but she knows how to build trellises for cucumbers."

Cheng Zhaoying, I'm past the age of gazing at the stars and the moon. I prefer the happiness of a bowl of braised pork belly with vermicelli.

Our fate has run its course. I'm grateful you were in my life, and I thank God for sending Yang Qiao to me. Cheng Zhaoying, I wish you can find your own moon too.

Zhou Wenhui sounded like he was confessing something, and Qiaoqiao got goosebumps listening to him.

You are love, and I am just an accessory.

In order to drive Cheng Zhaoying away, Zhou Wenhui said so many things against his conscience.

Soon, four soldiers from the logistics department arrived. Upon entering the room, they found a woman crying, another woman standing timidly to the side, and Zhou Yingxiong sitting coldly in a wheelchair, looking out the window.

"Director Zhou, that, that troublemaker..."

The soldier was at a loss, so Zhou Wenhui said, "Send this lady out and tell the gatekeeper not to let any unauthorized people into the compound in the future."

"Yes, Director Zhou."

Director Zhou? Zhou Wenhui has a professional title, so he has a job. What is his job?

Qiaoqiao pondered to herself, her mother-in-law had said that it was normal for Zhou Wenhui to have work while on sick leave.

Cheng Zhaoying stopped crying and fussing. She wiped away her tears, held her head high, and went out.

The four soldiers quickly followed them out.

Zhou Wenhui slowly turned his head, looking at Cheng Zhaoying's back, tears streaming down his face.

Why bother? Actually, I'm willing to grant your wish.

Qiaoqiao sighed. She was the protagonist in this steadfast love, so why did she have the mentality of watching a play?

Qiaoqiao went to fetch water. Zhou Wenhui cried twice today, and his eyes are swollen.

After wiping it clean, Qiaoqiao pushed Zhou Wenhui into the house and said, "Go to bed and take a nap first. There are still a few green beans that haven't been trellised. I'll wake you up after I'm done and have lunch ready."

Zhou Wenhui did not respond. Qiaoqiao carried him to the bed, covered him with a quilt, and hurriedly went to take care of the green beans.

After setting up the trellis for the green beans, and finding a few extra bamboo poles, Qiaoqiao carefully moved them aside.

Then he took a basket and picked some tender cabbages.

This cabbage is at its best when it has just sprouted for a few days. In Dashui Village, people are reluctant to eat the tender sprouts; they have to transplant them and let them grow bigger before they can be eaten.

Dashui Village was poor, and they could only afford to buy seeds in small, stingy amounts, which barely produced any sprouts.

In the Zhou family, seeds are sown in large handfuls, so densely packed that the cabbages won't grow big unless some are eaten.

Sparrows were chirping in the big tree on the east side of the yard, and Qiaoqiao was in a good mood, whistling at them.

Animals and plants are easier to deal with than Zhou Wenhui.