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

Three or four days passed in the blink of an eye. Life in Courtyard No. 6 was blissful. Even when it was raining outside, the house was like a small sun shining inside, so warm that it was almost unbearable to look at.

Meng Yaya leaned against the windowsill, a handful of sunflower seeds in her hand, cracking them open while rolling her eyes. Her cheapskate father, ever since that night when he tasted the sweetness, had completely lost all sense of shame.

The next morning, she overheard him practicing one-handed push-ups in the yard, his left arm supporting him more steadily than anyone else's. But as soon as he entered the house and saw her mother, he immediately became paralyzed on one side.

He needs to be fed, given water, and even getting dressed requires him to whimper for ages, with Lin Wanrou having to button his clothes herself.

"Mom, if Dad's hand doesn't get better, let's stew Black Wind." Meng Yaya spat the sunflower seed shells into the plate and shouted into the inner room in her childish voice, "I read in a book that 'like cures like,' and that a dog's leg can help cure a human hand. It works."

Meng Yaya, who was plucking fur from Heifeng's body, felt Heifeng shiver beneath her. She tucked her tail between her legs, whimpered, and darted under the bed.

Inside the kang (heated brick bed), Gu Changfeng was enjoying Lin Wanrou wiping his face when he heard his daughter's words. His old face stiffened, and before he could speak, Lin Wanrou laughed first.

"Don't listen to that girl's nonsense." Lin Wanrou threw the towel into the basin, turned to look at Gu Changfeng's left arm, which was still wrapped in thick bandages, and her eyes still showed worry.

"Changfeng, it's been several days now. Shall we take the splint off today and take a look? If the bone isn't healing well, we'll have to go to the hospital for an X-ray."

Gu Changfeng's heart skipped a beat.

He'd been living such a comfortable life these past few days that he'd almost forgotten he was injured. Actually, his arm had stopped hurting since the third day, and he even felt full of energy. Sometimes, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he'd want to go to the back mountain to practice a couple of sets of boxing.

That ointment was amazing, and the girl would often add that sweet water to his teacup, so he recovered faster than a twenty-year-old.

But if this is dismantled and the truth is exposed, then wouldn't this good life of "having food served to one's mouth and clothes handed to one's hands" come to an end?

"Shouldn't we just leave it in?" Gu Changfeng tried to make a last-ditch effort, frowning and feigning weakness. "I still feel soreness in my bones, and I can't muster any strength. Should we let it rest a bit longer?"

Lin Wanrou was a doctor; how could she not tell the difference between good and bad words? She glanced at Gu Changfeng suspiciously and then pressed her hand on his arm.

The pressure was too strong.

Gu Changfeng reflexively tensed his muscles, his left arm as hard as iron, stretching the bandages taut.

They've been exposed.

Lin Wanrou looked at him with a half-smile: "Oh, Chief Gu, your muscles are quite well-developed, they can even tear gauze. Looks like you're really feeling the soreness?"

Gu Changfeng coughed awkwardly, his ears burning. He decided to go all out and play the rogue to the end: "That's because you, my wife, have such excellent medical skills, you can bring the dead back to life. But I'm still feeling uneasy and can't be without you."

"Stop being so cheeky," Lin Wanrou scolded playfully, but her hands didn't stop moving as she deftly cut the bandage with scissors.

As layers of gauze fell to the ground, the left arm was revealed.

The purplish-red bruises had long since disappeared, and the skin was as smooth as ever. Even the frightening cut from before had scabbed over and fallen off, leaving only a faint pink mark.

Lin Wanrou held his arm, her fingertips carefully feeling the fracture site. The bones were set perfectly, without any misalignment, and even felt stronger than before.

"Amazing..." Although Lin Wanrou knew her family's prescription was good, she didn't expect it to work like this. This was not just a matter of a hundred days to recover from a broken bone; it was practically rejuvenation. "Changfeng, try moving it."

Gu Changfeng tried clenching his fist, his knuckles making a crisp cracking sound. He even felt that he could kill a bull with one punch.

"Alright." Lin Wanrou breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, but as she smiled, the light in her eyes dimmed a little.

The injury has healed.

That means the special treatment he's received these past few days is coming to an end. He'll probably have to go back to his cold, unresponsive routine of leaving early and returning late, right?

She felt too embarrassed to stay in his bed any longer, and her excuse of "personal caregiver" no longer held water.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became somewhat somber.

Lin Wanrou silently gathered the cut gauze and splints, her head down and saying nothing. Gu Changfeng looked at her somewhat forlorn profile and his heart tightened.

"Wanrou," Gu Changfeng suddenly spoke, his voice deep and powerful.

Lin Wanrou was about to take the basin of water out when she heard the call and stopped in her tracks: "Hmm? I'll go get you some clean clothes. The bandages have been removed, so they need to be washed."

"Don't go."

Gu Changfeng got off the kang (a heated brick bed), took two steps forward, and grabbed Lin Wanrou's wrist with his perfectly intact left hand. His palm was large and hot, and his strength was so great that there was no room for refusal.

The water in the enamel basin sloshed around, splashing a few drops onto the floor.

Lin Wanrou looked up in a panic, only to meet Gu Changfeng's unfathomable eyes. A fire burned within them, searing her heart.

"Changfeng, what... what are you doing? Yaya is still in the outer room..." Lin Wanrou subconsciously looked towards the door.

It was quiet on the other side of the curtain.

Meng Yaya had her ear pressed against the door frame, her hand covering Hei Feng's mouth, their two heads stacked on top of each other like a human pyramid, and they were even holding their breath.

"Ignore her." Gu Changfeng pulled Lin Wanrou directly in front of him with a forceful pull, with only an enamel basin separating them.

He looked at the woman who had been with him for three years.

He used to be a real jerk. He thought that sending money back so she could have food to eat was fulfilling his duty.

To escape that loveless arranged marriage, he left for three or four years, abandoning her in the cannibalistic Mengjia Village, leaving her to bear all the suffering alone.

But these past few days, he watched her mend his clothes under the lamp, watched her argue with people over a few pieces of tofu, and watched her firm hands when he was in excruciating pain.

This is not the burden of an arranged marriage at all; it is clearly a treasure bestowed upon Gu Changfeng by God because He saw how hard Gu Changfeng's life had been in the first half of his life.

"Wife, I have something to tell you." Gu Changfeng took a deep breath, lowering his voice, which was usually used to give orders on the battlefield, to a very low level, revealing a rare gentleness and clumsiness.

Lin Wanrou almost dropped the basin in her hands, her heart pounding as if it would jump out of her throat: "Say...say what?"

He placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to look directly at him.

"Wanrou, we were betrothed as children, but I left in a hurry to join the army and didn't even ask if you were willing. In the past three years, I've made you suffer. I, Gu Changfeng, am a scoundrel."

Lin Wanrou's eyes reddened, and she hurriedly tried to shake her head: "No, don't say that, I'm not wronged..."

"Let me finish," Gu Changfeng interrupted her, gently wiping the corner of her eye with his thumb.

"I used to think that since you came to join the army, it was my responsibility to take care of you, it was something a man should do. We'll just live together like this, and raise Ya Ya together, that's what I can do with a clear conscience."

He paused for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

But now, things are different.

Gu Changfeng grabbed her hand and placed it against his chest. His heart was pounding loudly and powerfully, each beat striking Lin Wanrou's palm.

"These past few days, with you sleeping next to me, I've finally felt like I'm living a normal life. Before, that was just existing; now, that's called living."

Gu Changfeng stared into her eyes, speaking slowly and deliberately, as if trying to carve a mark into her heart: "Wanrou, I don't want to be partners with you anymore. I want to be your real husband and wife, the kind that lasts a lifetime."

It's not for Ya Ya, nor for responsibility, it's just because I've fallen for you. I want you to be my woman, I want to hold you in my arms every night, and I want you to cook for me for the rest of my life.

These words, though blunt and crude, were as passionate as a blazing fire.