The true heiress of metaphysics travels back to the 1970s and recognizes her father, a high-ranking

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After parting ways with her father, Jiang Muyan headed towards the training ground.

When she arrived at the big tree next to the training field, she couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

I remember when she first returned to Beijing, she came to this big tree because she was looking for enemy agents in the army.

In the blink of an eye, more than four years have passed!

Jiang Muyan sighed inwardly, but her eyes glanced towards the training ground in the distance.

Without her having to search around, she spotted the familiar purple figure on the field at a glance.

However, thinking about what she was going to say to Fu Moxuan later, Jiang Muyan couldn't help but clench her hands.

At that moment, on the training field, Fu Moxuan keenly noticed the gaze falling upon him.

He suddenly looked up, his gaze passing through the layers of training soldiers until it landed on that slender, familiar figure in the distance.

His breath hitched suddenly. The deafening slogans and shouts of his comrades seemed to fade away in an instant, leaving only him and the girl gazing at him from afar under the tree on the entire training field.

For three years, more than a thousand days and nights, the person he thought of day and night stood quietly under the tree, making him feel like he was dreaming.

He wanted to rush to the little girl's side immediately, but remembering that he still had to test his soldiers, he forced himself to stop.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions surging in his eyes, and refocused his attention on the training field.

However, Fu Moxuan's anxiety made time seem to pass far too slowly.

After recording the score of the last soldier, he called the squad leader and led the soldiers to continue with other training tasks.

Then, he quickly walked towards the big tree.

Jiang Muyan stood under the tree, quietly watching him.

Three years had passed, and the man before me was even more upright and sturdy than I remembered. He wore a faded training uniform, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his brows exuded the coldness and composure befitting a soldier.

But as he walked toward her, his deep eyes churned with a burning emotion that she knew all too well, an emotion that belonged only to her.

Fu Moxuan took very long strides and quickly arrived in front of Jiang Muyan.

His gaze traced her eyebrows and the tip of her nose inch by inch, as if he wanted to make up for the three years he had missed with his eyes.

"...Yan Yan."

His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and he finally uttered the name in a low voice. His voice was slightly hoarse, trembling with suppressed emotion, as if those two words weighed a ton.

Jiang Muyan looked up at him, seeing the deep affection and longing almost overflowing in his eyes, and her nose couldn't help but tingle. She gently curved her lips into a smile, a tender smile spreading across her eyes, and softly said, "Fu Moxuan, I'm back."

Upon hearing this, the last trace of restraint in Fu Moxuan's eyes instantly crumbled.

He suddenly reached out and pulled her tightly into his arms. His movements were swift yet careful, avoiding all her vital points, as if he were holding a priceless treasure that had been lost and found again. His arms were extremely tight, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones and never let her go again.

"It's good to be back..." He lowered his head, burying his face deep in the crook of her neck, greedily inhaling her sweet scent, faintly tinged with the fragrance of ink. His voice was muffled, carrying a hint of barely perceptible grievance and relief, "Yan Yan, I really... missed you so much."

Mu Yan leaned against his broad, warm chest, listening to the deafening, rapid, and powerful heartbeat in his chest, and her eyes finally welled up with tears. She slowly raised her hand, gently wrapped it around his waist, pressed her face against his warm neck, closed her eyes, and let herself immerse herself in this long-lost sense of peace.

Three years. More than a thousand days and nights.

On different battlefields, they silently persevered and waited for each other for the same belief.

But......

Thinking of this, Jiang Muyan slowly stood up from Fu Moxuan's embrace.

She then realized that the training ground was not far away, and asked, "Is it convenient for you to leave now?"

Fu Moxuan nodded: "Mm!"

As he spoke, he reached out and took Jiang Muyan's hand, and they walked towards the family compound.

Jiang Muyan let him lead her out through the side gate between the military base and the family compound before she mustered the courage to speak her mind.

"Fu Moxuan, I have something to tell you!"

Fu Moxuan stopped in his tracks. When he saw Jiang Muyan's serious and earnest expression, his heart tightened, and a bad feeling welled up in his heart.

He pursed his lips, his voice tense and slightly hoarse: "Yan Yan, you speak!"

For the first time, he felt afraid. He was afraid that she had suffered too much alone in the research institute over the past three years, afraid that she felt this relationship was too tiring and wanted to give up, and even more afraid that her next words would be like a pair of scissors, cutting away the joy he had just waited for.

Seeing his nervous expression, Jiang Muyan hesitated for a moment, but still spoke:

"Fu Moxuan, you know that as a researcher, I won't have much freedom in the future. This time, we haven't been in contact or seen each other for three years. In the future, there may be countless more three-year periods, or even longer. I can't be by your side every day like an ordinary girl, and I feel that's not fair to you."

Jiang Muyan's eyes were slightly red, and every word she spoke felt like being pricked by needles.

"So, Fu Moxuan, if you..."

"There are no 'ifs'!" Fu Moxuan's eyes were resolute. "Yan Yan, there are no 'ifs'. I can wait, no matter how long! Since I've made up my mind about you, it's for life. There's no such thing as fairness or unfairness. You guard your research, and I'll guard my country's borders. That's fair!"

"But..." Jiang Muyan still felt that her profession was very unfair to Fu Moxuan, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Fu Moxuan quickly kissed her, silencing her.

"Yan Yan, no buts, and also, don't abandon me!" Fu Moxuan stepped back slightly, his forehead pressed tightly against hers, their warm breaths mingling, his eyes surging with an intense and unyielding affection and stubbornness.

Jiang Muyan looked up at him, seeing the unwavering determination in his eyes, yet still hesitant in her voice, "But we haven't been in contact for three years this time, who knows how many years it will be next time!"

She didn't want to abandon Fu Moxuan at all, but she also couldn't abandon her current scientific research work.

If she stays at the research institute for several years in the future, it will be really unfair to Fu Moxuan.

"Yan Yan, it seems you don't know..." Fu Moxuan said, pausing deliberately, his eyes filled with a smile and doting affection as he looked at Jiang Muyan.

"Don't know what?" Jiang Muyan asked, somewhat puzzled.

"You seem unaware that after we get married, I will have free access to the research institute!"

"This...this doesn't seem right!"

The research institute also has a staff and family compound. As far as Jiang Muyan knows, the family members in the compound cannot freely enter or leave, and their daily purchases can only be handled by the institute.

"Why not? Don't forget my identity. I am a soldier. With the special permission of the military region leaders, I can freely enter and leave your research institute's family area."

Although I can't enter the research institute, I can enter the family quarters, so I can see the little girl often, right?

Jiang Muyan was stunned for a moment. Could it really be done like this?

If only it could be like that. You see, during this time, whenever she had a moment of free time, the thought of leaving Fu Moxuan made her feel suffocated and unable to breathe.

"If that's really possible, then... then just pretend I didn't say anything!"

As she spoke, Jiang Muyan felt a little embarrassed. She wanted to turn around and continue walking forward, but Fu Moxuan suddenly grabbed her arm.

"Yan Yan, you were just about to leave me, don't you want to make it up to me, hmm?"

Jiang Muyan's ears burned at his sudden question. She subconsciously took a half step back, only to find that she couldn't break free from the warmth of his palm.

"Wh...what compensation?" Jiang Muyan's eyes darted around, afraid that Fu Moxuan would say something that would embarrass her.

"How about I compensate you by having you marry me?"