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"We don't know you." Jiang Chengzhou blocked his view. He had just been taught by his aunt not to listen to strangers.

Zhou Jianjun took off his hat and pointed to the red star on it.

"I'm not a bad person, I'm a soldier, and I live on the third floor."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chengzhou relaxed his guard. This was a military region; bad guys wouldn't dare to come in.

Zhou Jianjun was finally able to observe Linlin properly.

She wore a light apricot-colored cotton jacket with a few small red flowers scattered on the lapel, and corduroy trousers with the cuffs slightly rolled up to reveal her small leather shoes underneath.

Ordinary families simply don't have the means to raise children like this, but Lin Zhilan and Su Lang earn two salaries and never let their two children suffer from food or clothing shortages.

It's obvious to the naked eye that Linlin is being raised very well by her mother; in fact, it couldn't be better.

She tugged at her brother's sleeve and curiously peered at him.

Her face was delicate and tender, and her big eyes looked like two grapes.

Others might only think that Linlin looks like her mother, but Zhou Jianjun knows that her eyes are exactly like those of her biological father, Zhou Chen.

A shadow of gloom and complexity flashed across Zhou Jianjun's eyes, then he forced a smile and said, "It's Chinese New Year today, and I'd like to invite you to my home for a visit, is that alright?"

Jiang Chengzhou looked at him warily, about to refuse, when several adults and children walked up the stairs.

"Jiang Chengzhou, you've brought your sister to wish us a Happy New Year?"

"Yes! Happy New Year, Uncle!"

Linlin seemed to reflexively repeat after her, "Happy New Year."

"Oh, how sweet! Come on, let's go to my house, I'll get you some candy."

Jiang Chengzhou was losing his baby teeth, and Lin Zhilan was controlling his sweets. When he heard there was candy to eat, his eyes lit up.

But it quickly went dark again. He shook his head. "Never mind, my sister is tired from walking. I have to take her home."

"Perfect timing, I'm tired from walking, so I'll go to your place for a rest."

Jiang Chengzhou consulted Linlin before leading his younger sister upstairs.

The first room on the left side of the stairs on the third floor is Zhou Jianjun's home.

"Battalion Commander Ding, let the child go to my house first."

Battalion Commander Ding was taken aback, then said "Okay," and patted Jiang Chengzhou's head. "I'll be waiting for you at home. Remember to come and wish me a Happy New Year. I've saved some good food for you."

"it is good."

Jiang Chengzhou took his sister to Zhou Jianjun's house.

Song Fang was in a good mood. Although she was pregnant, she still had to help with chores at home in the countryside.

After arriving at the military region, because she was heavily pregnant, she didn't have to worry about anything; she just waited for Zhou Jianjun to bring her meals back from the canteen.

Last night, Zhou Jianjun told her that she was about to give birth and that he wouldn't be sending money back home for the next few months.

Song Fang was overjoyed and hummed a little tune as she wandered around the house early in the morning.

When she saw Linlin and Jiang Chengzhou, the smile on her face visibly froze for a moment.

"Song Fang, the child has come to wish you a Happy New Year. Could you bring out some candy?"

"Oh... okay, I'll go get it."

Song Fang took out a few candies from the cabinet and handed them to Linlin and Jiang Chengzhou.

For some reason, Linlin felt a little scared when she saw her. She hid behind her brother and didn't even dare to take the candy.

"Thank you, Auntie." Jiang Chengzhou said politely, taking only one.

Song Fang suddenly asked with a smile, "Is your stepmother good to you?"

Jiang Chengzhou hadn't thought about his stepmother for a long time. He frowned and looked at the pregnant woman with a strange expression before silently putting the candy back.

"Auntie, Happy New Year! We'll be going now."

"Wait a minute!" Zhou Jianjun came out of the room, holding a red envelope in his hand.

He handed the red envelope to Linlin, saying, "Linlin, this is from your uncle. Keep it safe."

"I don't want to," Linlin pouted, pulling Jiang Chengzhou outside. "Brother, we want to go home."

Jiang Chengzhou naturally listened to his sister, and the two children immediately ran out of the house.

"Eh..."

Zhou Jianjun wanted to chase after her, but Song Fang grabbed his arm. "Jianjun, don't go yet, my stomach hurts a little."

She was pregnant, so Zhou Jianjun didn't dare to be careless and immediately went forward to help her sit down on a stool.

"Are you alright?"

"It's nothing," Song Fang shook her head, "the child just kicked me."

Zhou Jianjun brought her a cup of hot water and wanted to go out to check if the child had gone far.

Song Fang finally couldn't hold back any longer, "Zhou Jianjun, what do you mean by this?"

"What do you mean?"

"What's your relationship with Lin Zhilan's daughter? Why are you so good to her?"

Zhou Jianjun frowned. "She's Zhou Chen's daughter, my niece. What's wrong with me giving her a red envelope?"

"Niece?" Song Fang sneered. "You have several nieces in your hometown, why don't you care about any of them? You're all over her, even though she's from another branch of the family? You're kidding me!"

She snatched the red paper packet from Zhou Jianjun's hand, opened it, and found that it contained ten yuan.

This time, Song Fang's stomach really hurt.

"Zhou Jianjun! You still say you have no other intentions!" She grabbed Zhou Jianjun's clothes and started to throw a tantrum.

Zhou Jianjun was getting impatient, but Song Fang was pregnant, so he restrained himself from losing his temper.

"Don't overthink it, I really did it for Zhou Chen."

Undeniably, Zhou Jianjun, like Zhou Chen, once harbored youthful fantasies about Lin Zhilan.

But he is different from Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen's mind was filled with love and romance. He worked hard and made meritorious contributions in the army, all just to bring his wife and daughter to live a better life with him.

Zhou Jianjun didn't think that way. He trained very hard because he wanted to make a name for himself and escape the fate of being a countryman.

But on what grounds?

The two enlisted around the same time and had similar grades, but every time they encountered a superior, Zhou Chen was more favored.

Zhou Jianjun couldn't understand what Zhou Chen was better at than him.

Is she more indecisive than him, or more prone to infatuation?

Later, Zhou Chen sacrificed his life during a mission.

Zhou Chen could have lived, but he was swept away by the flood while trying to save him.

Zhou Jianjun did not tell anyone about this.

He didn't want to live with such a heavy debt of gratitude on his shoulders.

Moreover, if Wang Guifen's family knew about this, they would definitely pester them for the rest of their lives.

Zhou Jianjun couldn't afford to gamble.

Moreover, Zhou Jianjun asked himself honestly, when Zhou Chen sacrificed himself, he felt as if a burden had been lifted from his heart, and he even felt a little joy that was not easily noticed.

Zhou Jianjun was very satisfied with how things had developed. Zhou Chen died in the line of duty and became a martyr. He was promoted to battalion commander as he wished and was also selected through military training to be transferred to an island.

If there was anything he felt guilty about, it was Zhou Chen's eyes that always appeared in his dreams.

They have the same eyes as Linlin.

Zhou Jianjun impatiently pulled Song Fang's hand off her collar. "Song Fang, I don't have time to argue with you. I'll say it again, I'm only nice to Linlin because of Zhou Chen."

"If you keep causing trouble, and make a scene in front of everyone, then I might as well quit and we'll all go back to our hometown!"

Song Fang's mouth was open, and tears streamed down her face.

"Still want to cause trouble?"

Song Fang shook her head.

Zhou Jianjun pressed her down into a chair and handed her a red envelope.

Song Fang hesitated to accept the answer.

"Take it, if Linlin doesn't want it, that's fine."