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

The air in the water room felt frozen.

The group of military wives who were just making a lot of noise a moment ago are now all shrugging their necks, wishing they could bury their heads in their waistbands.

That's Gu Changfeng, the "Living Yama"! He's a notorious cold-faced devil in the entire military region, and even division commanders give him a wide berth.

Gu Changfeng didn't look up; his gaze was fixed on the still-bleeding red mark.

I asked, "Who did it?"

He repeated it again, his tone flat, even lower than before.

Lin Wanrou shuddered and tried to pull her hand back: "Changfeng, it's...it's nothing, I just accidentally scraped my skin..."

"A scrape?" Gu Changfeng suddenly raised his head, his dark eyes sweeping over Lin Wanrou's pale face before finally settling on Qian Mei sitting on the ground.

Qian Mei was soaking wet and smelled of swill. When Gu Changfeng stared at her, her initial urge to throw a tantrum vanished instantly.

She tried to get up from the ground using both her hands and feet, but her legs were as weak as noodles, and she couldn't stand up after two attempts.

"Commander Gu... Commander Gu." Qian Mei's teeth chattered as she forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. My sister-in-law and I... were just joking around, our hands slipped..."

"Slip of the hand?"

Gu Changfeng released Lin Wanrou's wrist and took a step forward.

He walked up to Qian Mei, looking down at the family member of the battalion commander. Qian Mei was a shrew, a notorious shrew in her hometown, but now, with Gu Changfeng protecting her, she felt like she could hardly breathe.

"Is Liu Dazhu your man?" Gu Changfeng suddenly asked.

Qian Mei paused for a moment, then nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes! I'm from the Liu family! My husband and you are old comrades-in-arms, our two families..."

"I'm asking you, are the clothes in this basin Liu Dazhu's?"

Gu Changfeng pointed to the enamel basin.

Qian Mei's face turned pale, before she could even speak.

"Bang!"

Gu Changfeng suddenly raised his leg and kicked the enamel basin.

The iron basin flew out and landed squarely on the foot of the tall, thin woman.

"Ah!" the tall, thin man screamed and jumped back as if he had been electrocuted.

Everyone was stunned by Gu Changfeng's kick. This was a military compound, and those were military uniforms!

Gu Changfeng withdrew his foot, his voice icy cold: "If you can't wash it clean, then don't wear it. You can't even control your own wife, so you can't possibly keep this body secure."

Qian Mei's mind went blank.

It’s over.

Gu Changfeng's words meant that he wanted to settle accounts with Lao Liu!

"Commander! No! I was wrong!"

Qian Mei finally reacted, and knelt down with a thud. Ignoring the dirty water on the ground, she reached out to grab Gu Changfeng's trouser leg.

"It was my fault for being so blunt! I was blind to his worth! Don't blame Old Liu, he's still hoping for a promotion..."

Gu Changfeng turned aside to avoid her hand, frowning in disgust.

"Promotion?"

He gave a cold laugh, not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"With such low ideological awareness, bullying the families of martyrs and military personnel, how can someone with this kind of awareness expect to be promoted? Let him learn how to run a five-kilometer cross-country race first."

Relatives of martyrs?

Everyone around was stunned. Gu Changfeng was still alive, so where did this martyr's relative come from?

Gu Changfeng turned around, walked to Lin Wanrou's side, and with a swift movement, snatched the broken wooden basin containing the bed sheet from her hand.

The wet clothes, weighing dozens of kilograms and including the basin, felt as light as a ball of cotton in his hands.

He picked up the two thermos flasks on the ground with his other hand, ignoring Meng Yaya, and only glanced at the military wives huddled around him like quails.

"Lin Wanrou came from the countryside, was illiterate, and had never seen the world."

Gu Changfeng's voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the empty water room.

"She took care of my parents and guarded the house for me back in our hometown. She ate tree bark and grass roots for three years so that I could fight on the front lines with peace of mind."

"The patches on her body are her medals, not something for you to laugh at."

Lin Wanrou suddenly raised her head, looking at the tall man beside her in disbelief. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she bit her lip hard to keep herself from crying out loud.

For the past three years, she has been pointed at and cursed in the village as a "widow living a life of hardship" and a "jinx." No one has ever said a word in her defense, and no one has ever called her a hero or said that her deeds were her medals in front of so many people.

Gu Changfeng's gaze swept over the tall, thin man, who immediately lowered his head in fright.

"In this compound, Lin Wanrou is the mistress of Courtyard No. 6. If anyone thinks she's easy to bully, or that I look down on her, feel free to come find me, Gu Changfeng."

He paused, his tone carrying an undeniable domineering air.

"My wife, Gu Changfeng's wife, doesn't need to be subservient to anyone. If anyone makes her unhappy, I'll make their whole family unhappy."

After saying that, he tucked the broken wooden basin under his armpit, freeing up one hand to naturally take Lin Wanrou's uninjured hand.

"go home."

Two words: simple and straightforward.

Lin Wanrou was led by him, stumbling and falling as she followed his steps.

Her hands were cold, while Gu Changfeng's palms were broad and warm, warming her to the deepest, coldest part of her heart.

Meng Yaya stood still, looking at the two figures, one tall and one short, in front of her.

She smacked her lips and tossed the mop handle aside.

"Tsk, his cheap dad is actually quite handsome."

The little girl dusted off her hands, made a face at Qian Mei who was still kneeling on the ground, and chased after her with her short legs.

"Dad! Wait for me! I want to hold your hand too!"

……

Back in Courtyard No. 6, Gu Changfeng placed the wooden basin on the stone table in the courtyard.

Instead of hanging up the clothes, he turned and went inside, rummaging through drawers and cabinets until he found a green tin box. It was a first-aid kit issued by the military.

"come over."

Gu Changfeng sat on the only wooden chair and waved to Lin Wanrou, who was standing at the door, too afraid to come in.

Lin Wanrou nervously rubbed the hem of her clothes: "No need, Changfeng, it's just a minor injury, a rinse with well water will be fine..."

"Come here." Gu Changfeng emphasized, his brows furrowing again.

Afraid of making him angry, Lin Wanrou quickly moved over in small steps.

Gu Changfeng grabbed her hand, dipped a cotton swab in mercurochrome, and carefully applied it to the swollen, red scratch.

Meng Yaya leaned against the door frame, peeking out her little head, her dark, grape-like eyes darting around at the two of them.

The atmosphere was a bit strange.

Gu Changfeng lowered his head to apply the medicine, while Lin Wanrou blushed and remained silent.

After applying the medicine, Gu Changfeng closed the box and looked at Lin Wanrou's hands, which were covered in chilblains and calluses, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"From now on, let me do these heavy jobs."

He suddenly spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

Lin Wanrou was startled and quickly shook her head: "How can that be! You're a leader, someone who does important things, not a woman's job like washing clothes..."

"What kind of woman's work?" Gu Changfeng interrupted her, his eyes fierce. "In this house, there's nothing you have to do. I married you not to be a maid."

Lin Wanrou was speechless, and her eyes reddened again.

Gu Changfeng couldn't stand seeing women cry, especially his wife who had suffered for three years. He scratched his head in annoyance and stood up: "Alright, stop crying. Haven't you eaten yet? I'll go to the cafeteria to get some food."

As he spoke, he turned to leave.

"stop!"

A loud, childish shout.

Meng Yaya took a few quick steps and rushed over like a little cannonball, spreading her arms to block the doorway.

Gu Changfeng was taken aback, looking down at the little boy who only reached his knees: "What's wrong?"

"You're not allowed to go to the cafeteria!" Meng Yaya looked up.

"I want to eat my mom's cooking! The cafeteria food is awful!"

Gu Changfeng hesitated, "We haven't cooked at home yet, there's no firewood or rice..."

"Who said there isn't?"

As if by magic, Meng Yaya dumped the perpetually full little handbag onto the ground.

Splash!

Several plump potatoes, a handful of fresh scallions, and even two bundles of noodles rolled out all at once.

Gu Changfeng's eyelids twitched. Was this handbag a treasure chest?