A woman in her 70s marries a rough-looking man; her plump wife is too delicate and alluring.

Thinking of this, He Zhaoyang pinched Sheng Yuze hard.

Sheng Yuze, who had been drowsy, suddenly woke up. "What's wrong?"

He Zhaoyang gritted his teeth and said, "It's nothing, I was having a nightmare and couldn't wake you up."

Sheng Yuze hugged He Zhaoyang and patted her back gently, "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid."

He Zhaoyang got angry at the thought that Sheng Yuze might marry his childhood sweetheart after he was exonerated, so she couldn't help but pinch him just now.

He Zhaoyang didn't say anything, but his fingers were still on his waist, ready to pinch him again at any time.

She gritted her teeth.

Sheng Yuze lowered his head and nuzzled the top of her head with his chin. "Still scared?"

"Mmm." He Zhaoyang responded sullenly, pulling his hand away from his waist and tucking himself under the covers. "Go to sleep."

Sheng Yuze stopped speaking, and his breathing gradually became steady and long.

He Zhaoyang stared at the wall for a while, but couldn't see anything in the darkness.

She closed her eyes and told herself that the ending should be changed, and that there was no point in her thinking about it now.

But the hand that had been hidden under the covers quietly reached out again and rested on Sheng Yuze's waist.

The next morning, when He Zhaoyang woke up, Sheng Yuze had already gone to get breakfast.

She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and the thought from last night resurfaced.

She shook her head, got out of bed, and went to wash up.

While eating breakfast, Sheng Yuze sat across from me flipping through the newspaper.

He Zhaoyang lowered his head and ate his porridge. After a couple of sips, he suddenly asked, "Have your parents ever mentioned any marriage prospects to you before?"

Sheng Yuze looked up at her and asked, "What is a marriage?"

"It's about whether or not someone said anything like, 'That girl is really nice.'"

Sheng Yuze was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke, "Now that you mention it, I remember."

He Zhaoyang paused, his spoon still.

"The deputy commander who works for my dad often comes to my house." Sheng Yuze's voice was very normal. "He has a daughter who is about my age. Back then, the adults from both families joked about arranging a marriage between them."

He Zhaoyang looked at him quietly.

"But then my dad had an accident, and the two families lost contact." Sheng Yuze patted He Zhaoyang's head. "I haven't seen him since, so you don't need to worry too much."

He Zhaoyang scooped up a mouthful of porridge, chewed it twice, swallowed it, and then asked, "Where is she now?"

Sheng Yuze looked up at her. "I don't know. It's been a few years since we last contacted each other."

"oh."

Sheng Yuze looked at her lowered eyelashes and pursed lips, and after a while, he spoke.

"That was an adult joke; don't take it seriously."

He Zhaoyang finished the porridge in his bowl and put it down, saying, "I know."

After Sheng Yuze saw that He Zhaoyang had finished eating, he got up to wash the dishes. He Zhaoyang quietly walked up behind him and pinched him hard.

Sheng Yuze gasped as he was pinched, and the bowl in his hand almost slipped into the sink.

He steadied the bowl, turned to look at He Zhaoyang, who was standing behind him with an innocent expression on her face, her hand already withdrawn.

"What? Having nightmares in broad daylight?" Sheng Yuze put down the bowl and shook the water off his hands.

"You're definitely thinking about her." He Zhaoyang leaned against the stove, arms crossed. "Do you have someone else in your heart?"

Sheng Yuze pinched her cheek. "Are you jealous?"

He Zhaoyang bared her teeth and slapped his hand away. "Don't pinch me, go pinch her instead."

Sheng Yuze lowered his head and hugged her: "I don't like her, I just treat her like a younger sister."

He Zhaoyang stomped on his foot angrily. Sheng Yuze winced in pain, but didn't let go of her.

"Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

He Zhaoyang pouted, "I'm not angry."

After saying that, she pinched him hard again, "You better not lie to me."

After saying that, he went back inside.

Sheng Yuze promised again that he had nothing to do with her and would never mention her again, which finally calmed He Zhaoyang down.

The next day, He Zhaoyang and Sheng Yuze got up early and went home.

As soon as they arrived at their doorstep, they heard a burst of laughter and cheerful voices coming from the yard.

Sheng Yuze joked with He Zhaoyang, "It seems they don't miss us at all."

He Zhaoyang snorted and got out of the car. "I definitely don't want you."

She pushed open the courtyard gate and froze.

There was a strange woman in the courtyard. She had a pretty face, a red mole on the bridge of her nose, and a plump and shapely figure.

As she sized up the woman, the woman was also sizing her up.

Qin Meng and Li Xuanxue ran over happily, "Zhaoyang, you're back!"

"Let your sister-in-law see if I've lost weight."

He Zhaoyang smiled and said, "I haven't lost weight."

After saying that, he glanced casually at the woman and said, "Mom, sister-in-law, do we have guests today?"

"I forgot to introduce you." Qin Meng slapped her forehead, then pulled He Zhaoyang in front of the woman.

"Zhaoyang, this is Chen Huanzhu." Then looking at Chen Huanzhu, "Huanhuan, this is Zhaoyang, your brother Yuze's wife."

Chen Huanzhu's expression immediately turned sour. "Brother Yuze got married?"

Li Xuanxue smiled, "Yes, but we haven't had the wedding yet. We'll definitely invite you then."

At this moment, Sheng Yuze walked in and saw Chen Huanzhu in the courtyard. He quickly looked at He Zhaoyang, afraid that He Zhaoyang would be unhappy.

Upon seeing Sheng Yuze, Chen Huanzhu rushed forward, "Brother Yuze, you're back!"

Sheng Yuze hummed in agreement, not daring to say another word, and walked towards He Zhaoyang, taking her hand.

Qin Meng patted Sheng Yuze on the shoulder, "Really, you didn't even tell me you were coming home. You must be starving. I'll go cook you some noodles first."

He Zhaoyang smiled sweetly, "Thank you, Mother."

"This kid is being too polite even though he's going to the army."

Chen Huanzhu had been secretly observing He Zhaoyang.

"How did Zhaoyang and Yuze get married?"

Before He Zhaoyang could answer, Chen Huanzhu looked at Sheng Yuze with regret, "Brother Yuze, if you hadn't come here back then, would everything have been different?"

Sheng Yuze's expression changed drastically. Oh no, someone wanted to harm him.

Then Chen Huanzhu continued, "Does that mean you won't marry her?"

After Chen Huanzhu finished speaking, the courtyard fell silent for a moment.

Sheng Yuze's expression turned cold. He didn't look at Chen Huanzhu, but instead glanced at He Zhaoyang.

He Zhaoyang stood there, the smile on his face gradually fading.

Sheng Yuze had a bad feeling.

Sheng Yuze spoke up, his voice neither loud nor soft, "Chen Huanzhu, you're welcome to come to my house as a guest. But if you're here to talk about these things, the door is over there."

Chen Huanzhu was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting him to respond in that way.

"Brother Yuze, I am..."

"Who you are is unimportant," Sheng Yuze interrupted her. "I'm married, so please don't say things that could cause such misunderstandings, okay?"

Chen Huanzhu smiled. "Really? But I'm telling the truth. We were already engaged. If it weren't for you coming here, we would have gotten married long ago."