Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

The meeting room is on the third floor of the office building.

The smoke inside was so strong it could kill mosquitoes.

A huge battle map hung on the wall. Gu Changfeng held half a piece of chalk in his hand, his face as cold and hard as granite just pulled out of an icehouse.

Two rows of officers at the battalion level or above sat below, each with their necks hunched and barely daring to breathe.

"This is the defense map you came up with?" Gu Changfeng smacked a fat commander on the forehead with a piece of chalk, sending up a cloud of white dust. "Full of holes! If the enemy sneaks up from the back mountain, your entire regiment will be turned into dumplings! Where are your brains? Did they end up in the mess hall and get eaten with the steamed buns?"

The portly commander, even after being hit, didn't dare to dodge; he had to stand at attention and shout, "Yes, sir! I'll fix it when I get back!"

Gu Changfeng was about to continue cursing when a series of noisy footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

His brows furrowed instantly into a deep knot.

Who would dare to wander around outside during a meeting of this caliber? What are the security detail even doing?

Outside.

The confidential secretary, Xiao Wang, stood at the door, his hand raised in mid-air, hesitant to knock.

The commander's roar could be heard through the thick wooden door. Going in now would be like walking into the line of fire.

"Little...comrade," Xiao Wang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looking down at Meng Yaya, who only reached his knees, "can we wait a little while? The commander is angry right now, it's not a good time to go in..."

Lin Wanrou was also terrified, her face turning pale. She held Ya Ya's hand, her fingers trembling, and said, "Ya Ya, how about we just squat at the door for a while? Don't make your dad angry."

Meng Yaya looked up and listened to the deep, powerful male voice inside.

To be able to curse in a place like this and have no one dare to talk back, one's status must be quite high.

It's definitely a long-term meal ticket.

She touched her shrunken belly and glanced at her timid mother. If she really squatted at the door, her mother would have to live a squatting life forever in this house.

The first meeting must establish rules.

"What are you waiting for? The food's getting cold."

Meng Yaya released Lin Wanrou's hand and tossed the small cloth bag containing pudding behind her.

Before Xiao Wang could even process what "the food is cold" meant, he saw the little pink dumpling in front of him lift her little foot and kick the heavy solid wood door.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

The door, which had been tightly shut, suddenly sprang open as if it had been struck by a battering ram.

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Everyone remained in their original positions, with more than a dozen pairs of eyes all staring at the doorway.

Gu Changfeng's hand, which was pointing at the map, froze in mid-air, and a violent rage instantly surged in his hawk-like eyes.

Who's so blind as to kick down his door?!

My gaze shifted, and there was no one at the door.

Move it down further.

A little girl, barely taller than a table leg, swaggered across the threshold.

The little girl was dressed in tattered clothes, but her face was glowing white. Especially her big eyes, clear and bright, radiating a cleverness, and she wasn't shy at all.

Meng Yaya glanced around as she entered.

There were quite a few people, and they all had a strong presence; they seemed to be commanders of troops.

Their gaze finally settled on the man standing in front of the map.

He's quite tall, probably over 1.88 meters.

With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, the muscles beneath his military uniform revealed explosive power even through the fabric. His features were more rugged than in the photos, with high brow bones and piercing eyes, giving him a truly menacing look.

Is this the cheapskate father?

Good genes, it wasn't a waste that she traveled so far.

Gu Changfeng stared at the little guy who had suddenly appeared, and his mind went blank for a second, which was rare for him.

Where did this wild child come from in the military compound? Whose family member brought the child to the operations room?

"Whose is this?" Gu Changfeng's voice was icy cold. "Guards! Take him out!"

This shout startled Xiao Wang, who followed in behind, so much that his legs went weak.

But Meng Yaya didn't give him a chance to lift people up.

Like a small cannonball darting through the ruins of a post-apocalyptic world, she took her short steps and rushed straight to Gu Changfeng before anyone could react.

Gu Changfeng instinctively wanted to back away, an instinctive reaction honed from years of battlefield experience.

But this little thing was incredibly fast; before he could even lift his leg, he felt a weight on it.

Meng Yaya clung tightly to Gu Changfeng's thigh with her two little arms, pressing her face against his crisp military trousers, smoothing out all the wrinkles.

"Dad! I've finally found you!"

That cry of "Dad" was clear, crisp, and resonant, full of emotion and emotion.

The echoes lingered in the empty conference room.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Everyone looked like they'd seen a ghost.

Chief Gu? That twenty-eight-year-old Gu Yanwang who is still celibate and supposedly doesn't even allow female mosquitoes into his dormitory?

You have a daughter?

She's already that big?!

Gu Changfeng froze. He looked down at the large pendant hanging on his leg.

The little girl tilted her head back, her eyes brimming with tears, looking pitiful, but the strength in her hands was surprisingly great.

He tried to move his legs, but he couldn't shake them off!

"Let go." Gu Changfeng said through gritted teeth, his face dark.

"I won't let go." Meng Yaya sniffled, her voice trembling with tears, but her tone was as resolute as a bandit's. "If you let go, you'll run away. My mom says men with money become bad, and those who become officials don't acknowledge their original wives. Are you trying to renege on your debt?"

The meeting room erupted in chaos.

The officers below could no longer control their facial expressions; their gossip was burning fiercely, and even the imposing aura of Gu Yanwang couldn't suppress it.

"Commander Gu... this..." the fat regimental commander stammered, trying not to laugh, his face turning red.

The veins on Gu Changfeng's forehead throbbed.

He bent down, grabbed Meng Yaya by the back of her collar, and tried to lift her up like a chick.

But even with 30% of his strength, he couldn't budge an inch.

I used half my strength, but still didn't move.

This little girl looks so thin, how come she's as heavy as a stone block?

"Who exactly are you?" Gu Changfeng narrowed his eyes, his tone scrutinizing and dangerous. This wasn't an ordinary child; an ordinary child would have been terrified by him long ago.

"I am your daughter, Meng Yaya."

Meng Yaya, seemingly unfazed, buried her face in his trouser leg and wiped her snot. "If you don't admit it, I'll cry in front of them and say you abandoned your wife and daughter, a reincarnation of Chen Shimei!"

At that moment, the trembling figure outside finally shuffled in.

Lin Wanrou stood at the doorway, carrying the tattered basket on her back and clutching the soaked hem of her clothes in her hand, finding herself in a precarious position.

Looking at the room full of officers, her deep-seated inferiority complex made her want to turn and run away immediately. But seeing her daughter clinging tightly to the man's leg, she forcibly stopped herself.

Gu Changfeng straightened up, his gaze passing over the heads of the crowd and landing on the woman at the door.

The woman was very thin, with a sallow complexion, clearly suffering from long-term malnutrition. Her cotton-padded coat was tattered, and her cloth shoes had holes in the front, exposing her toes.

She looked so disheveled and so timid.

but……

Those eyes.

Gu Changfeng's memories were like dust being brushed away by a hand.

Many years ago, before he changed his name and joined the army, in that remote Mengjia Village.

The arranged marriage that his family forced upon him since childhood.

The young wife who, on the night before he left, bowed her head and sewed the soles of his shoes, not daring to utter a single word.

That night, the red candles were dim.

He remembered saying, "I'm going to join the army, and I might not come back. Don't wait for me."

She didn't say anything, but stubbornly stuffed the pair of thousand-layer soles into his bundle.

Later, he narrowly escaped death and, due to mission requirements, changed his name and severed all contact with his hometown, only having trusted comrades send him stipends home. Having not returned for so many years, he assumed she had long since remarried.

"Lin...Wanrou?"