I was married off to a disabled hero in lieu of marriage; my in-laws doted on me and I aspired to gr

Zhou Wenhui looked at Qiaoqiao and said gently, "Qiaoqiao, come here."

Qiaoqiao paused for a moment, then walked to Zhou Wenhui's side.

"I once thought the girl in my heart was pure, flawless, and of noble character. Time has proven that she is more cultured and more fashionable than you, but not as kind. Forgive her; it's a way of putting an end to my youth. Okay?"

Qiaoqiao looked at the gentle Zhou Wenhui and nodded without any reason. She loved Zhou Wenhui, and even if she hated Cheng Zhaoying, she would respect Wenhui's choice.

"Zhou Wenhui, why do you have to humiliate me like this? Was all my love for you fake? Didn't I wait for you all those years you were on the front lines?"

Cheng Zhaoying was furious, but Li Bo pulled her back, implying that she shouldn't act impulsively.

Zhou Wenhui looked at Cheng Zhaoying and said, word by word, "Cheng Zhaoying, you should thank the military region leaders for coming to my house in time and letting me see my father. Otherwise, I would not only not forgive you, but I would also accuse you of abusing your position to settle personal scores and arbitrarily cutting off the division commander's phone. You would go to jail."

Today, I forgive you, not because of you, but to give myself closure. There is no longer any affection between us. Go.

"you……"

Cheng Zhaoying stared blankly at Zhou Wenhui. He had always been so soft-hearted and loving towards her. What was wrong with him today?

It's just a phone call; it didn't affect your family at all.

Li Bo stood up, gave Zhou Wenhui a military salute, and said, "Thank you, Director Zhou. If you need any help in the future, just let me know. I, Li Bo, owe you a favor."

Zhou Wenhui remained silent, his face cold.

Li Bo helped Cheng Zhaoying to her feet, and the two left.

"When she first came to make a scene, I thought I was the one who ruined your relationship. Luckily I was the one who did. She's such a petty person; all her education went to her ass."

Qiaoqiao watched their retreating figures and cursed them fiercely.

"Qiaoqiao, you've changed."

Have I changed?

"Yeah, it feels much better to swear at people than before."

"You... I was too angry. Besides, if a tigress doesn't show her power, people will think she's a pushover. Forgiving her so easily would be letting her off too easily."

Zhou Wenhui pondered for a moment and said, "The communications platoon is really not suitable for her. Who knows if she will make the same mistake again? If she goes to the library, it's very quiet, and she can read books. It's quite nice."

"library?"

"Yes, to enrich the soldiers' leisure time, the military headquarters has a library. Every day, we just organize the books and register the debit cards. It's quite a leisurely job."

"We also have a library in our compound, but it's run by family members of employees. Would she be willing to go there?"

"I only promised not to fire her; as for where she should go, I can offer suggestions."

"You... Hahaha, Zhou Wenhui, you're so insidious."

"What are you saying? I can't let you suffer, or our son will hate me."

"It might not necessarily be a son."

"My daughter can't be wronged, I have to cherish her like the apple of my eye."

When Yu Fu returned from grocery shopping, he saw Zhou Wenhui and his wife smiling happily and asked, "What's making you so happy?"

"Yu Fu, cook more rice for lunch, I want a big bowl," Qiao Qiao said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, it's good that the baby can eat. The baby needs nutrition."

Yu Fu went to the kitchen, and Zhou Wenhui dialed the phone number of the military commander.

Yang Zheng was called to Tang Ping's office during working hours.

"Yang Zheng, something happened to your sister's family. I'll give you two days off to go back and check on them."

Tang Ping tried to speak calmly, but Yang Zheng felt a chill run through him: "What happened to my sister?"

"It's not your sister, it's Commander Zhou. He was wounded on the front lines and has been sent abroad for treatment. Go back and comfort your family."

"Uncle Zhou? Is his life in danger?"

"We don't know yet. There was a bullet that was very close to the heart, and no one in the country dares to perform surgery."

"I... thank you, Director Tang. I'll be going now."

Yang Zheng didn't bother to change his clothes and went to wait for the bus in his work uniform.

The streets were covered in snow and there were few pedestrians. Yang Zhengshen ran to the bus stop, his steps unsteady.

Uncle Zhou was not only Commander Zhou, nor just his sister's father-in-law, but also a guiding light on his life's journey.

The first time he took him to his workplace, he kindly advised him that although he got the job through connections, success still depended on his own efforts.

On his first trip back to Dashui Village for the festival, he personally planned the village's development direction and even used his power to protect Zhao Jintao.

He said that rural development needs talent.

The first time they drank together under the moon, he said that he was like a son to him, and asked him to take good care of the family.

Uncle Zhou was a great soldier, a kind elder, and a righteous leader.

Yang Zheng respected him more than anyone else. He was both a teacher and a friend. Yang Zheng remembered every word he heard. He wanted to make a name for himself, for the Yang family, and for Uncle Zhou.

The car arrived, and Yang Zheng jumped in. "Such a good person, he'll be alright, he'll be alright."

Yang Zheng was worried about Uncle Zhou, but even more worried about Zhou Wenhui and his sister. Zhou Wenhui appeared aloof, but he actually cared a lot about his father.

That night, Zhou Wenhui lost a game of rock-paper-scissors, and he cheated by making his uncle drink alcohol—a typical act of affection between a son and his father.

Stumbling and panicked, Yang Zheng arrived at the Zhou family home. But instead of the expected sorrow, Zhou Wenhui was surprised to see him: "What brings you here?"

"I... I heard Uncle Zhou was injured, so I came to see you and Qiaomei." Yang Zheng found Zhou Wenhui's calmness hard to believe.

"Dad went abroad for treatment, but I believe he will come back safely because he can't bear to leave his grandson," Zhou Wenhui said confidently.

"A grandson? Qiaomei is pregnant?"

"Yes, she just went to bed to rest. Please keep your voice down and don't disturb her. Her morning sickness is really bad; she feels dizzy and lightheaded all the time, either vomiting or just wanting to sleep."

"I'm pregnant. I'm having a baby boy/girl? Does Uncle Zhou know?"

"I know, that's why I'm so sure Dad will come back safely. He so desperately wants a grandson or granddaughter."

"Wenhui, I had very bad thoughts along the way, but you are stronger than I imagined."

"I'm a father now, I have to grow up. Qiaoqiao needs me, my child needs me, and her father needs me too."

Zhou Wenhui's eyes were melancholy. He grew up from the moment he saw his father standing motionless. His father also needed someone to rely on.

"It's so good that you think that way. Uncle Zhou, focus on getting better, and you all live your lives well. When Uncle Zhou returns, everything will be alright."

"That's what I think too. Grief won't solve anything. Yang Zheng, I wonder if your parents and grandparents would be willing to come to the city for the New Year?"

"Well...Grandma is getting old and her health isn't good. Grandpa and Dad are very reserved when they're away from home, so they'd feel uncomfortable if they came. How about I let my mother come and take care of Qiaomei? I'll go back and pick her up. There's no farm work in winter now, so we'll spend the New Year separately. My mother is in the city, and I'll go back to Dashui Village."

"Okay, we originally agreed to go back to celebrate the New Year together, but now we have to be in different places."

"It's alright, as long as we're united, it doesn't matter where we celebrate the New Year. I'll head back this afternoon; there's a long-distance bus, and I'll be back tomorrow."

"I'll send you a car."

"Don't bother, Mother will definitely need to pack. I'll stay at home for one night. Don't tell Qiaomei, give her a surprise."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Yang Zheng didn't stay long. There was a long-distance bus at 1 p.m. that would get him to Dashui Village before dark.

P.S.: Two chapters posted first, one more this afternoon. Please give me a good review and a shout-out for my support! Thank you!