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Zhou Wenhui submitted the first few chapters of his novel "The Silent Hero" to a publisher. Soon after, the publisher sent a letter, hoping that Zhou Wenhui would complete the first draft as soon as possible so that they could publish it.

Holding the letter from the publisher, Zhou Wenhui was deeply moved. He realized that he was not a useless person; even after losing his legs, he could still do meaningful things.

Qiaoqiao became even busier. In addition to taking care of Zhou Wenhui's eating, drinking, toileting and growing vegetables, she also had to help Zhou Wenhui proofread and copy manuscripts.

Fortunately, I had studied for a few years and my handwriting is quite good, otherwise I would have had to hire a secretary to help me.

Qiaoqiao copied them very carefully. These stories are not only Zhou Wenhui's hard work, but also the last memories left behind by Zhou Wenhui's comrades-in-arms.

One day, his comrade's family will read the novel, and they will probably be very moved, right?

During dinner that day, Qiaoqiao cautiously asked, "Wenhui, are you going back to Dashui Village for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Qiaoqiao missed home terribly, but Zhou Wenhui didn't go back. Firstly, he was worried about her, and secondly, a son-in-law can't keep not seeing his parents-in-law forever, can he?

After eating a few bites, Zhou Wenhui said, "I'm not going. You and my brother go, and let Yu Fulai take care of me for a few days."

He was still concerned about his crippled leg.

"I wonder if Mom and Dad are coming back. They haven't called in a long time. Why don't you call and ask?"

On this day of family reunion, Qiaoqiao couldn't bear to leave Zhou Wenhui alone at home.

"We can't fight them unless they fight back," Zhou Wenhui refused.

"When my brother got into trouble last time, you said you could fight back," Qiaoqiao retorted.

"Your brother's matter is a lifelong matter. The Mid-Autumn Festival is not a big deal, and we shouldn't bother my parents."

Qiaoqiao was somewhat moved, realizing that in Zhou Wenhui's heart, her brother's matter was a major issue.

"Thank you."

"Back then, I didn't have much affection for you; it was purely out of personal morality. If your brother had been locked up for three or six months, he would have definitely lost his job, and that would have been a lifelong matter."

You've done all that to be a good person, can't you at least say a few nice words? Qiaoqiao ate her food in silence, no longer uttering a sound.

Are you angry? I'm telling the truth.

"When did you start having feelings for me?"

"When Mr. and Mrs. Lin came for dinner, right? I couldn't sleep that night either, knowing you cried. We two, seemingly parallel lines, are actually on the same line. You have your inferiority complex, and I have mine."

Lin Jie said, "Our kind of marriage is a marriage of convenience, yes and no. We got married without even meeting. You agreed only to get your brother a factory job, and I agreed because I wanted a dutiful woman who could take care of me for the rest of my life. At first, I really disliked you, but later, when you slept next to me, I stopped having nightmares, and I gradually became dependent on you."

"You, you have nightmares at night, just like Lin Jie?"

"Yes, dreaming isn't the scariest thing; waking up suddenly in the middle of the night is the scariest. The pitch-black night is like an abyss, and I see my comrades appearing before me one by one. Their flesh is mangled and bloody, and they say, 'They're in so much pain...'"

Zhou Wenhui choked up, then said, "When you sleep next to me, I wake up in the dark and hear your soft snoring, and my thoughts quickly return to reality. Listening, listening, I fall asleep again."

"I'm sorry, Wenhui, I didn't know you were suffering so much." Qiaoqiao was also very sad.

"It's all in the past. Now that I'm holding you, I'm not afraid anymore." Zhou Wenhui smiled slightly.

"Did you used to hug Cheng Zhaoying like that?"

Qiaoqiao asked casually, and Zhou Wenhui's face darkened: "Why did you bring her up?"

"She...she seems to truly love you too."

Qiaoqiao felt a pang of sadness; she knew she shouldn't ask, but she couldn't help herself.

"She and I were classmates. At most, we held hands, but we never hugged."

Zhou Wenhui's unnatural explanation.

"That day, she hugged you so naturally, like she had done it many times before."

"Yang Qiaoqiao, are you ever going to stop? We're a loving couple, don't bring up the past again."

"You still can't let her go."

"You are all I see and think about."

"You're lying..."

You can't talk about ghosts at night, and you can't mention people during the day. The two were arguing, and then they knocked loudly on the wooden door in the courtyard: "Zhou Wenhui, open the door, Zhou Wenhui..."

Qiaoqiao glanced out the window and quickly stood up: "Cheng Zhaoying is here? Wasn't she forbidden from entering the military dependents' compound? How did she get in?"

Forgetting about eating, Qiaoqiao hurriedly went to open the door. Cheng Zhaoying still didn't even look at Qiaoqiao and rushed inside.

A rival has come knocking; Qiaoqiao needs to keep a close eye on him.

"Zhou Wenhui, look..."

Cheng Zhaoying was wearing a grass-green military uniform. She had joined the army too.

"What's up?" Zhou Wenhui asked casually.

"I've joined the main call center; from now on, I can enter the military dependents' compound anytime."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Of course it's related! I can come see you every day, help you with things like going to the toilet and taking a shower, and even get you meals," Cheng Zhaoying said happily.

"Cheng Zhaoying, I'm already married."

"I know you two haven't consummated your marriage. You divorce her, and we'll get married."

In the past, Qiaoqiao would have been willing to bring them together, but things are different now. She belongs to Zhou Wenhui and has fallen in love with him. She won't allow anyone else to steal her lover.

Qiaoqiao pulled away Cheng Zhaoying, who was clinging to Zhou Wenhui, and said, "Zhaoying, sit down, sit down, have some water first."

Cheng Zhaoying was reluctantly pulled away, her eyes still burning as she looked at Zhou Wenhui.

"Zhaoying, I respect your relationship with Zhou Wenhui. Now that you've separated, you must respect each other's choices."

"What do you mean by 'each person choosing'? It was his family's choice. Zhou Wenhui only has me in his heart." Cheng Zhaoying sternly corrected Qiaoqiao's words.

"Fine, fine, then I'll divorce Zhou Wenhui, and you two can get married. But I'm going to give birth to the child in my belly," Qiaoqiao said nonchalantly.

"What did you say? You two never did that!" Cheng Zhaoying retorted loudly.

"How would you know if we have anything going on? Do we have to report our marital affairs to you in writing?"

Zhou Wenhui's eyes inadvertently drifted to Qiaoqiao's stomach, his mind going blank. I have a child? I, Zhou Wenhui, have a child?

My daughter is wonderful; she's just as beautiful as Qiaoqiao.

A boy is fine too, he can help his mother support her.

"Zhou Wenhui, tell me, did you two really have something going on? Why is she pregnant?"

Cheng Zhaoying panicked and shook Zhou Wenhui's arm, shouting.

"You, are you really pregnant?" Zhou Wenhui ignored all the noise and looked at Qiaoqiao tenderly.

Qiaoqiao blushed; she had said that on purpose to spite Cheng Zhaoying.

Being caught in a dilemma, even if it doesn't exist, one has to say it does.

"Yes, it hasn't been three months yet, so I didn't tell you." Qiaoqiao felt guilty.

"Sit down, sit down, don't disturb the fetus."

Zhou Wenhui reached out to pull Qiaoqiao, but Cheng Zhaoying was furious: "Zhou Wenhui, what are you doing? How could she be pregnant?"

I'm here to steal your man. You two are all lovey-dovey? Pshaw, pshaw...