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

"Who's there!"

Lei Zhentian's roar was like a thunderclap in mid-air, startling the sparrows on the treetops into a flurry of flight.

The two guards reacted quickly, drawing their guns and rushing into the woods.

But the person in the woods was clearly a skilled fighter. Using the bushes as cover, he crouched low and darted away quickly, about to climb over the wall and run into a dead end.

"Trying to run away?"

Meng Yaya stood still, her little hand casually grabbing at the ground.

A sharp-edged pebble rests on my fingertip.

She didn't even aim properly; with a flick of her wrist, the pebble shot through the air like a bullet with eyes.

"puff!"

A muffled thud, followed by a scream of agony.

The figure who had just scrambled onto the wall lost his balance as if struck in the back of his right knee with a hammer, tumbling headfirst from the two-meter-high wall, landing face-first on the ground. The dark camera also flew a great distance, its lens shattering on the ground.

Two guards rushed over, swiftly twisted his arms behind his back, and pinned him to the ground.

"Reporting, sir! We've got him! He's a new face, and he's got an imported camera!" The guard found a bunch of film rolls and his face turned ashen.

These days, taking photos secretly in a military-controlled area is a crime punishable by life imprisonment.

Lei Zhentian didn't even glance at the spy; instead, he turned his head and stared at Meng Yaya, who was casually brushing dust off her palms.

"Girl, did you throw that?"

Although they were about twenty meters apart, he could see clearly that the spy had been hit in the back of the knee before falling.

Meng Yaya blinked her big eyes and pointed innocently at the ants on the ground: "Grandpa, I'm hitting ants. Did that person's legs give way and he fell?"

Lei Zhentian was stunned for a moment, then burst into a deafening laugh.

"What a skill you have for sniping ants! Your accuracy is better than even the sharpshooter in my guard company!" The more Lei Zhentian looked at this girl, the more pleasing she became. This wasn't just picking up a goddaughter; she had clearly picked up a precious gem!

He put the gun back in its holster and bent down to help Lin Wanrou, who was still kneeling on the ground, up.

"Don't be afraid, those are spies, they should be arrested." Lei Zhentian's voice softened considerably, trying not to frighten the trembling woman. "And don't kneel before me, I'm this girl's godfather, we'll be family from now on."

Lin Wanrou's legs were still weak, and she could barely stand by leaning on Gu Changfeng. She didn't understand anything about spies or anything like that; all she saw was that imposing old commander, who was now smiling and patting his daughter's head.

"Come on! Inside!" Lei Zhentian waved his hand. "Today I absolutely have to try that bowl of noodles my granddaughter was talking about!"

The group entered courtyard number six.

As soon as he entered the room, Lei Zhentian's face darkened.

This is no home.

The main room was empty, with only a square table with a missing leg propped up by bricks and a few long benches that were also patched up. The rice jar in the corner didn't even have a lid; you could see right to the bottom, and it couldn't even keep a mouse alive inside.

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The only electrical appliance they had was a flashlight, which was issued by the military.

"Gu Changfeng!" Lei Zhentian whirled around, slamming his cane on the ground. "What the hell is going to do with your monthly allowance? You let your wife and daughter live in a place like this?"

Gu Changfeng stood ramrod straight, looking somewhat embarrassed: "Reporting to the Commander, I'm used to living alone, so I haven't prepared anything..."

"Bullshit!" Lei Zhentian pointed at the empty rice bin. "You haven't bought any furniture, fine, but you don't even have rice, flour, or oil? Where did your allowance go? Don't tell me you sent it all back to your hometown!"

Gu Changfeng pursed his lips and remained silent. He had indeed sent most of his previous allowance to his stepmother, Wang Guifen, thinking she would take good care of Lin Wanrou and her daughter. Who knew that the wicked woman would swallow the money and almost starve to death herself.

"Starting today, you don't need to send your allowance anymore. Just give it to your wife to manage!" Lei Zhentian made the decision for Gu Changfeng, then turned and shouted to the guards outside the door.

"Go! Call the logistics department! Have them bring a truckload of supplies! Rice, flour, cooking oil, and that special-supply canned braised pork and malted milk powder—bring them all over!"

"Yes, sir!" The guard acknowledged the order and left.

Less than twenty minutes later, a dark green truck rumbled into the residential compound.

This caused an uproar throughout the entire compound.

Neighbors peered out of their windows and over the walls. They saw several logistics soldiers carrying bags of flour and boxes of canned goods into the No. 6 courtyard.

"My goodness, is that a special edition White Rabbit milk candy? A whole box of it?!"

"What's that? Is that the malted milk powder that only high-ranking officers in the military region can drink? And you're buying two cans at a time?"

"Who's that old man? He looks so familiar..."

Someone with sharp eyes recognized the old man in the yard who was directing the moving of things with his hands behind his back.

"My God! That's Riesling! The Commander-in-Chief!!"

The exclamation spread like wildfire throughout the entire compound.

Qian Mei, the curly-haired woman who had bullied Lin Wanrou in the washroom, was peeking from behind the curtains. Upon hearing the words "Riesling," her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, her face as white as if it had just been plastered with lime.

It’s over.

That country woman's backer wasn't Gu Changfeng, but the Commander-in-Chief!

Inside Courtyard No. 6.

Meng Yaya sat on a rattan chair that Gu Changfeng had temporarily found, her two short legs swinging back and forth, holding a can of yellow peaches that Lei Zhentian had just forced on her.

"Grandpa, this is so sweet." Meng Yaya scooped out a big spoonful and stuffed it into her mouth, her cheeks bulging.

"Eat more if it's sweet!" Lei Zhentian was even happier watching the little girl eat than if he had eaten the ginseng fruit himself. "If you want anything to eat in the future, just come to the headquarters and find Grandpa!"

Lin Wanrou stood to the side, looking helplessly at the mountain of supplies piled up in the room. She had never seen so many good things in her life.

"Chief... this is too much..." Lin Wanrou said softly.

"Not many!" Lei Zhentian said sternly. "From now on, if anyone dares to say that our Ya Ya is a poor country girl, I'll smash him to death with these cans of food!"

After saying that, he deliberately raised his voice and shouted to the heads peeking out from outside the courtyard wall, "Listen up! Meng Yaya is my goddaughter, Lei Zhentian's goddaughter! If this child ever loses a single hair, I will hold you all responsible!"

That shout set the tone completely.

From then on, Meng Yaya was like a crab that walked sideways in the military compound; everyone had to give her a wide berth.

After Lei Zhentian left, the courtyard became quiet again.

Gu Changfeng looked at the supplies that filled half the main room, then at Meng Yaya who was licking water from a can, and finally his gaze fell on Lin Wanrou.

Lin Wanrou was squatting on the ground, sorting through the rice and noodles. She moved very gently, carefully folding the bag opening as if it were some rare treasure. Her hands, covered in chilblains, looked particularly striking against the white flour.

"Stop it." Gu Changfeng walked over and blocked the light.

Lin Wanrou was startled and quickly stood up, hiding her hands behind her back: "I... I was just putting things away, afraid they would get damp."

Gu Changfeng didn't speak. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Lin Wanrou's wrist.

Lin Wanrou instinctively tried to break free, but he held her tightly.

Gu Changfeng looked at that hand.

His knuckles were thick and his skin was dry and cracked, with several fresh scratches from yesterday's break in the washroom. Although he had applied medicine, they hadn't scabbed over yet.

These are his wife's hands.

He was defending his country on the front lines, believing that sending money home every month would provide a better life for his family. But what happened? His money enriched his heartless relatives, while his wife and daughters lived a life worse than beggars.

Even here, you might get yelled at for a basin of water.

If it weren't for Ya Ya's strength, and if it weren't for the Commander's support today, how much more grievances would she have had to endure?

"Does it hurt?" Gu Changfeng's voice was a little hoarse.

Lin Wanrou was stunned. Looking at the tall, aloof man before her, her heart skipped a beat.

"No...it doesn't hurt."

"It won't happen again." Gu Changfeng released his hand, but did not back away.

He turned around, rummaged through the pile of supplies, pulled out a box of clam oil, and stuffed it into Lin Wanrou's hand.

"This stuff is good for drying hands; I'll use it every day from now on. Come get more when you finish this box; there's another whole case in the warehouse."

After saying that, Gu Changfeng turned his head away somewhat uncomfortably, his ears turning a suspicious red.

"I'll go chop wood."

He threw down a sentence, rushed out of the house as if fleeing, grabbed an axe from the yard, and began hacking at a wooden stake as if the stake were an enemy who owed him eight hundred strings of cash.

Meng Yaya finished the last sip of sugar water, licked her lips, looked at the man in the yard sweating profusely, and then looked at her mother in the house, who was staring blankly at the clam oil.

"Ugh."

Meng Yaya sighed like a little adult and jumped off the chair.

This generation of parents is really hard to manage.

It seems that this three-year-old still needs to keep trying.

She took small steps to Lin Wanrou's side and tugged at her clothes.

"Mom, I want to eat meat buns. My godfather gave us a lot of big pieces of fatty meat. Let's make meat buns and make that fat guy next door drool!"

Lin Wanrou came to her senses and looked into her daughter's bright eyes. The bitterness and fear in her heart miraculously disappeared.

She knelt down and kissed Meng Yaya's little face hard. Although her voice still had a nasal tone, it was more confident than before.

"Okay, Mom will make it for you! A big one! We'll make them drool!"