He's courting disaster! A coward forced himself on a tyrannical warlord.

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Song Yichuan caught a glimpse of a striking bright red fabric peeking out from Li Chenzhou's sleeve, complete with a heart-shaped fabric tip.

As if he had discovered a new continent, he reached out and tugged at Li Chenzhou's sleeve.

"When did our decisive and ruthless Commander Li switch to a more reserved and flamboyant style? Wearing such a flashy red shirt, could it be that your wife personally picked out this battle robe for you? Quite unique!"

Li Chenzhou's heart skipped a beat.

He tried his best to hide it by tucking it into his sleeve, but the guy still managed to find it.

A wave of embarrassment washed over him, but he forced himself to remain calm, forcefully slapping away Song Yichuan's hand and retorting in a cold, hard voice.

"What's wrong with your eyes? It's just a red shirt, what's the big deal!"

"Besides, you've got all the colors in your closet—red, yellow, blue, green, cyan, blue, and purple, right? I can't compete with you when it comes to being flashy."

Song Yichuan was not so easily fooled.

"Don't give me that crap. Do you think I'm blind? There are hearts on your red shirt!"

He got more and more excited as he talked, laughing as he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. Taking advantage of Li Chenzhou's momentary lapse in attention, he struck again, precisely grabbing the red smear and pulling hard.

"Whoosh—"

A woman's hairband tied with a bow and printed with hearts on a red background was suddenly pulled out of Li Chenzhou's sleeve.

In the cold and austere environment of the Armaments Department, this object, imbued with a strong feminine aura, appeared particularly jarring and comical.

Song Yichuan was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! Li Chenzhou, Li Chenzhou! I never thought you'd have a day like this!"

"Look at this! What grown man in the entire North would have something like this hidden on his wrist?! And it's even tied in a bow!"

"I think you're completely bewitched by your young wife. The old house is on fire, and it's burning fiercely!"

He chuckled as he glanced at his adjutant, Li, who was struggling to suppress his laughter. "Adjutant Li, don't you think so?"

Lieutenant Li dared not reply, and could only bite his lip tightly and lower his head, his shoulders heaving violently as he endured the pain.

Li Chenzhou's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he wished he could sew Song Yichuan's mouth shut.

But who is he?

The Living Yama of the North!

How can we be so easily manipulated and ridiculed?

The next second, his aura suddenly changed.

Instead of hiding it, she raised her wrist, which was tied with a bow, high in front of Song Yichuan with a showy attitude.

He slightly raised his chin, his eyes looking down at him with disdain.

"I have."

Do you have one?

Song Yichuan's maniacal laughter froze instantly.

From smugness to astonishment, and then to choked frustration, his face turned ashen, as if he had swallowed a fly whole.

Li Chenzhou pressed his advantage, aiming to destroy not only the enemy's life but also their morale.

"Mianmian put this on me herself this morning. You eternal bachelor... did you?"

After saying that, he raised an eyebrow at Song Yichuan provocatively.

Song Yichuan: "..."

He felt as if he had been stabbed in the chest, and the bitterness and indignation of being a single man surged to his head.

"You, Li Chenzhou! You think you're so great just because you have a little wife?"

"It's just a tattered strip of cloth. If I wanted it, I could collect a whole basketful in no time!"

After saying that, he suddenly stood up and rushed out of the command room without looking back.

Lieutenant Li cautiously approached.

"Commander, should we...should we pursue them?"

Li Chenzhou slowly tucked the hairband back in, straightened his cuffs, and resumed his usual cold and aloof demeanor.

"He's a grown man, not some wronged little wife. Why is he chasing after me?"

Lieutenant Li: "But with Young Master Song's temper... what if he gets into trouble in a moment of impulsiveness?"

Li Chenzhou walked to the window and watched as Song Yichuan's car shot out of the military equipment department gate like a cannonball.

"What trouble could he possibly cause?"

"At most... he's just been traumatized and is in a hurry to find someone to tie a bow for him, right?"

There was even a hint of relief in his tone.

"That's fine. It's better than being alone..."

……

In the Governor's Mansion's living room.

The atmosphere was quite eerie.

Song Yichuan sat casually on the sofa, his left wrist stretched out straight in front of Ruan Mianmian, while he kept talking.

"Little sister-in-law, you have no idea how stingy Li Chenzhou is. He treasures a hairband like it's something, hiding it in his sleeve as if he's afraid no one will see it."

He pouted, his face full of dissatisfaction and accusation.

"I know it's yours, but I just can't stand his smug attitude, like 'I have a wife and you don't!' He's so annoying!"

Ruan Mianmian held a royal blue hairband in her hand, looking bewildered and helpless.

This young master Song rushed in and, without saying a word, demanded the same treatment as Li Chenzhou.

The reason was—to not be outdone by Li Chenzhou?

Due to the bizarre tasks involving forced love, her relationship with Li Chenzhou became increasingly outrageous.

Since Li Chenzhou didn't explain to the public, she assumed that she might still have some value as a shield, such as avoiding pressure to get married, so she didn't clarify either.

Song Yichuan grew angrier as he spoke, "He dares to laugh at me for not having a boyfriend? If he has one, I want one too!"

Ruan Mianmian inwardly sighed.

What is all this nonsense? How can Li Chenzhou's friends be so childish?

But since she was living under someone else's roof, and the other party was Li Chenzhou's childhood friend, she really couldn't refuse.

She could only resign herself to her fate and carefully wrap the hairband around Song Yichuan's wrist.

Having just gone around in circles, Song Yichuan went even further, making demands.

"Hey, sister-in-law, tie a big bow, a really big one, bigger and more eye-catching than Li Chenzhou's!"

Ruan Mianmian's lips twitched.

"...Fine, whatever makes you happy."

She patiently and clumsily tied a... well, a rather large bow.

Song Yichuan raised his left hand with satisfaction, admiring the eye-catching blue bow on his wrist under the light.

"Now I have it too, let's see how he shows off now!"

He was smug and felt that winning one round wasn't enough, so he immediately stretched out his right wrist again, acting as if it were perfectly justified.

"Hey sister-in-law, tie one on this hand too, I want double the damage, to really piss him off!"

Ruan Mianmian: "..."

Help! Are all men this childish?!

She steeled herself and wrapped another pink hair ribbon around his wrist.

Just then.

"Da, da, da..."

The sound of military boots pounding the ground carried a heavy sense of oppression as it approached from afar.