Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

But we can't slack off, since we still have to complete our daily work.

for a long time.

"It hurts a little, Yan Shen..."

Zhou Yanshen suddenly released her, panting heavily, his forehead pressed against hers, his voice hoarse.

"Yan Shen, you mean to..."

"Hmm, I think so." He was going crazy thinking about it; every nerve in his body was screaming.

But it cannot.

He restrainedly kissed Su Wanqing's forehead, his voice low and ashamed:

"I'm sorry, I scared you. I lost control just now."

Seeing his pitiful look, Su Wanqing's heart softened, and she decided not to tease him next time.

"It will be fine next month."

Zhou Yanshen stood up, still looking quite relaxed after having a late-night snack, but his voice was still hoarse: "No, it won't work. It needs at least two months, otherwise it'll be bad for your health. I can wait. Wanqing, are you feeling better yet?"

Su Wanqing assessed her own condition. She had easily prepared meals for the three children, which was commendable of Zhou Yanshen. She nodded in approval.

"Well, I'll go learn how to fly fighter jets now. The kids can sleep for about four more hours, and I'll be back before then. You can rest easy."

Su Wanqing blinked and looked at her brothers:

"You're just going to go like this?"

Zhou Yanshen fled in panic: "I'll run there, I'll be fine when I get there." As he spoke, he jumped out of the window as if he were escaping, afraid that if he didn't leave soon, he would lose control and rush towards his wife.

Watching Zhou Yanshen's figure disappear into the night, Su Wanqing touched her abdomen—thanks to the Perfect Spirit Spring, the incision had almost completely healed, and it would probably be fully restored in a few more days.

She had actually intended to test Zhou Yanshen's intentions, but she didn't expect him to be so rigid as to follow the textbook's timetable and insist on waiting for the full two months.

She sighed silently to herself: He can tolerate it, but she can't.

We need to think of a solution.

Zhou Yanshen could compromise herself, but she couldn't.

Being surrounded by an incredibly handsome man every day, with such alluring looks, isn't this just making things difficult for yourself? But it seems that using seduction isn't going to work?

As she pondered these thoughts, she and her children drifted off to sleep.

Zhou Yanshen climbed out of the window to avoid the special forces soldiers on night duty, so as not to be seen in his disheveled state. Then he ran desperately in the night, letting the cold wind fill his lungs to suppress the heat that was burning his body.

When he arrived at the flight base, he found that it had expanded considerably since his last visit.

Not only have the number of trainers and research teams increased, but there have also been several new groups of young pilots learning to fly fighter jets.

After he identified himself, he was led to a special study area.

Under the lights, dozens of brand-new fighter jets stood quietly on the runway, their metal fuselages gleaming coldly.

There are already hundreds of trainees here, top pilots from major military regions across the country, who were selected through multiple rounds of screening before being assigned here.

During the day, 166 fighter jets were disassembled for research, data testing, and parameter recording, with technicians and engineers taking turns working on the task.

At night, the fighter jets were finally allowed to be used for practical training. Even so, several batches of trainees had to be organized in shifts late into the night to learn the operating procedures. The entire base was like a precision machine that never stopped running, and everyone was squeezed out of their last bit of energy.

"Reporting! Zhou Yanshen from Bincheng Military Region reporting for duty!"

Having regained his composure, Zhou Yanshen stood straight at the door, his stern face sharply defined under the light, his military posture upright as a pine tree.

The instructor's surname is Meng. He is a top instructor at a flight academy of the Air Force and has trained several batches of ace pilots.

He knew Zhou Yanshen's background well—not only had the organization given him instructions, but more importantly, she was the lover of the meritorious official who contributed more than a hundred fighter jets.

He was completely stunned when he saw the hangar full of new fighter jets that day.

He tried hard to keep a straight face, but couldn't help but smile: "Comrade Zhou Yanshen, come over here. What we're discussing has entered the practical stage. You might not be able to keep up for now, but that's okay. Just ask me if you don't understand anything. Practice on the computer first."

On the large parade ground, several rows of silver-gray fighter jets were neatly arranged, leaving the other trainees dumbfounded.

"Wait, when has this ruthless instructor ever been so gentle? Who is this kid? Why is the instructor giving him so much face?"

Under normal circumstances, to become a qualified fighter pilot, one must first complete grueling training in six subjects, including physical fitness, theory, and simulator training, and must practice for at least six hours every day before it is time to get a chance to handle a real aircraft.

But this kid doesn't need to participate in any training during the day; he goes straight to hands-on practice on the computer at night.

The whispers of hundreds of trainees were like a fuse that had been lit.

"Is this the one who received special permission from the organization to learn about fighter jets?"

"Didn't you see? The cold-faced instructor treated the kid with the same kindness as his own son."

"I heard he's a local from Bincheng. Tsk, it's good to be a local, you know. We train like crazy during the day, and we can only get a chance to touch the fighter jets at night when they're available. But he's got it easy, he can just come over and get his hands on them at night."

"Fighter jet piloting requires extremely high reaction speed and body coordination. This guy looks big, but without training, it's probably a waste of his time. Even if the organization gives him a spot, can he even get the job done?"

"What's the use of looking big? He'll be stunned as soon as he gets up there. I can take him down in a minute."

Upon hearing these sarcastic remarks from those around him, Instructor Meng's face immediately darkened.

He knew these trainees felt resentful—they trained desperately to earn a single opportunity to use the computer, while Zhou Yanshen could skip all the steps and go straight to the computer.

But the reason he can use the special passage is because his wife can get these most advanced fighter jets. Can your wife do that?

He immediately put on a stern face, "Shut up, all of you! What are you whispering about? I'll just say it here—out of these hundreds of people, it would be good if a third of you survived. Only the most advanced fighter jets are worthy of the most elite pilots."

But don't be so sour about Comrade Zhou Yanshen; he received a Special Merit Award! Besides, he came to learn fighter jets; he's not competing with you for spots. Those of you who are supposed to fly, fly yours. Stop gossiping here!

The crowd lowered their voices, but the resentment in their eyes remained undiminished.

After all, each of them was selected from among thousands, and they sweat more on the training field than anyone else.

Who would feel comfortable if someone with connections suddenly appeared and got on the plane without any training?

Zhou Yanshen's gaze was as cold as ice.

He could have ignored all of that, but the phrase "knock him down in one minute" really hit the hardest nerve he was on that night.

He was just in the middle of a fight with his wife, and he had nowhere to vent his frustrations.

He took a step forward in his military boots, walking directly to the burly man who had just shouted "Knock him down!" His posture was ramrod straight.

"Instructor, I request a minute's notice. I'd like to ask this comrade a question."

Instructor Meng paused for a moment: "Agreed! What do you want to do?" He also wanted to know what Zhou Yanshen wanted to do. Was it to persuade him with reason?