The God of War Who Protects the Nation: Starting with Saving a Mother and Daughter in Distress

Since it was the first day of moving into the new house, Qin An specially rummaged through the storage room and found a jar.

That was fruit wine he had made using wild fruits he had picked in the mountains, following the homemade brewing method he remembered from modern times.

Although he didn't drink much, he knew that alcohol could sometimes come in handy, so he brewed quite a bit in his spare time.

Now that the time is almost up, and it's such a joyous occasion, I wouldn't mind having a light drink.

The wine is a pale amber color, and when poured into a rough porcelain bowl, it releases a sweet, fruity aroma.

"Father, what is this? It smells so good!" Cai Zhen came closer and asked curiously.

"It's fruit wine. It's not strong, but you kids can't drink it," Qin An said with a smile, moving the bowl away.

"Why should we? We want to drink too!" Cai Zhen protested, tugging at Qin An's arm and pleading, "Just a little bit, just to taste it!"

Cai Yan also pursed her lips, her eyes filled with curiosity, clearly wanting to try it too.

Seeing his two daughters' expectant looks, Qin An felt somewhat troubled.

Yang Yuyan laughed and said, "We're happy today, so let them have a small sip. A little won't hurt."

"Mother is the best!" Cai Zhen cheered immediately.

Helpless, Qin An could only pour a tiny bit for each of them, just enough to lick their lips.

The two girls took a small sip cautiously, and immediately frowned.

"Oh dear, it's a bit sour!" Cai Zhenmei almost picked it up with her chopsticks.

Cai Yan put down her bowl and said softly, "It doesn't taste good."

Qin An just smiled and didn't say much. There wasn't enough candy, otherwise they would probably like it.

The dinner was exceptionally lively, with the family sitting around the warm kang (heated brick bed), chatting and laughing.

The aroma of food mingled with the fragrance of fruit wine, filling the air with a warm and inviting scent.

Before we knew it, the night had deepened.

The dishes were all cleaned up, and the kang (heated brick bed) was getting warmer and warmer. The group sat against the wall, and no one wanted to move.

Qin An picked up the wine jar and poured a bowl for himself and Yang Yuyan. He looked at her cheeks, which were slightly flushed from the smell of wine, with a gentle gaze.

Although it had only been less than two months, Yang Yuyan's gentleness, thoughtfulness, and understanding had completely melted his heart.

The relationship between the two had long since transcended simple romantic love.

"My wife!" He raised his bowl. "Let this last cup be our wedding toast. I'm sorry you had to go through all that trouble back then, not even getting a proper wedding."

Qin An spoke from the heart.

In other people's eyes, they were an older man and a younger man, and they were at a huge disadvantage.

But Qin An knew very well that being able to marry her was truly the blessing of his life.

It should be noted that Yang Yuyan was impeccable in both appearance and figure, making her a rare beauty.

If someone like that weren't in dire straits, I wouldn't even have the right to give them a proper look.

But now, she is demanding of herself, allowing herself to deeply appreciate the charm of an exceptional woman.

That alone is enough to make a huge profit.

Not to mention, through Yang Yuyan's words, he gained a deeper understanding of the world and broadened his horizons.

This is a level of social class knowledge that ordinary villagers would never have access to in their entire lives.

Of course, most importantly, she brought two wonderful daughters with her, whose help to her was second only to the system.

Hearing Qin An's emotional words, Yang Yuyan was stunned.

She knew that her man was not good with words, so for him to say such things for the first time in history meant that he was absolutely sincere.

Her eyes instantly welled up with tears, and a warm feeling surged through her heart. She raised the bowl, her voice trembling slightly.

"Meeting you is the greatest blessing of my life. Without you, my children and I would be suffering somewhere, and we wouldn't be able to make ends meet and live a peaceful life like we do now."

"Mother, Father, what are you talking about? What is this nuptial wine?" Cai Zhen asked curiously.

"It's just the parents drinking from the same cup," Cai Yan explained with a smile, knowing more than her sister.

"Oh! The nuptial cup! I understand!" Cai Zhen immediately became excited. "Father, Mother, let's drink the nuptial cup together! Let's drink the nuptial cup together!"

Amidst the cheers of their two daughters, Qin An and Yang Yuyan laughed, crossed their arms, and drank the wine in their bowls in one gulp.

The wine is sweet and refreshing, with a slightly intoxicating taste that warms the stomach and the heart.

With the alcohol taking effect and the touching atmosphere, Yang Yuyan was instantly moved.

She disregarded the presence of her two daughters and took the initiative to hug Qin An, kissing him passionately.

The more they kissed, the more passionate they became. Looking at Qin An with longing eyes, she spoke first, "Husband, give it to me!"

Now that they have a new house and have drunk the nuptial wine, they feel it would be a pity not to have a wedding night together.

Somewhat aroused, Yang Yuyan couldn't wait to start touching him inappropriately.

Qin An remained somewhat rational. He looked at his two daughters and said to them, "You two go to your own rooms and get some rest."

Cai Zhen, however, remained on the kang (heated brick bed) and refused to move, blinking her eyes: "No! This kang is so warm, I want to sleep here! Besides, I know what you're going to do, and it's bound to happen eventually anyway, so we can just put a curtain over here."

"You little rascal!" Qin An blushed at her words.

Cai Yan was both angry and amused, and grabbed Cai Zhen's ear: "Don't talk nonsense! Come back to my room with me!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Cai Zhen struggled, but was still half-dragged and half-pulled out by Cai Yan.

Before leaving, he made a face at Qin An and Yang Yuyan.

The door was gently closed, leaving only Qin An and Yang Yuyan in the room.

Although they were a little embarrassed by Cai Zhen's words, the atmosphere was just right, and the two smiled at each other, all their shyness disappearing.

Qin An reached out and pulled Yang Yuyan into his arms, then kissed her.

Yang Yuyan responded obediently, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

A warm heated kang bed, a slight buzz from the wine, and a loved one beside me—everything was just right.

……

On the other side, Cai Zhen was pulled back to her room by Cai Yan and plopped down on her new bed, still indignant.

"I'm just telling the truth. That heated kang bed is so warm and comfortable to sleep on. Why can't I sleep on it? Let them do what they want. What's there to be ashamed of?"

Cai Yan closed the door and looked at her helplessly: "You little brat, you're getting more and more unruly. Your parents have their own things to do. We kids should be more sensible and stop meddling."

"Where did I lack manners? I knew how to save face for them!" Cai Zhen retorted indignantly. "It's not like we haven't seen it before. You know, back in the thatched hut, it was crystal clear..."

"Shut up!" Cai Yan blushed and interrupted her sharply, "Don't say another word!"

"Oh, is your sister shy?" Cai Zhen laughed mischievously. "Just pretend to be reserved. Don't think I don't know that you were staring at me without blinking back at the thatched hut."

Cai Yan, her secret exposed, was both ashamed and angry. She rushed forward and covered Cai Zhen's mouth, yelling, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

"Ugh... let me go..." Cai Zhen struggled, and the two sisters wrestled together.

She stopped when she was exhausted, lay on the bed panting, and the room was no longer filled with the previous anger, but with a touch of girlish shyness and novelty.

However, the joy of moving into their new home was shattered by a piece of news that lasted only a few days.