A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

When the door to the observation room clicked shut, Wang Yingxue felt a slight tremor in her heart.

After a while, the door was pushed open again.

Wang Yingxue turned her head and saw Zhang Yunxia walking in carrying an enamel cup with an iron spoon inside.

"Hey, where's Comrade Fang?" Zhang Yunxia glanced around the room.

Wang Yingxue withdrew her gaze and said in a calm voice, "I sent him back to the military region. He should have left already."

"Tsk," Zhang Yunxia muttered, putting the cup on the bedside table, "I told him I gave him two days off, he shouldn't have gone back, where did he go..."

"Never mind, sister-in-law." Wang Yingxue stared at the wrinkles on the quilt. "Don't let him stay with you."

The spoon made a crisp sound as it touched the rim of the enamel cup. She scooped up half a spoonful of warm water and held it to Wang Yingxue's lips: "Here, drink some water to soothe your throat."

Wang Yingxue took her hand and drank the entire half-full tank of water, one sip after another, almost without stopping.

As the warm water slid down her parched throat, she finally felt a little more alive.

Just as they were drinking, the door was pushed open again.

A doctor in a white coat walked in with a nurse, followed by Fang Ruijun.

When Zhang Yunxia saw Fang Ruijun, she immediately understood what he had been doing. She turned to look at Wang Yingxue and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Wang Yingxue saw it and immediately glanced out the window, avoiding looking at the person standing at the foot of the bed.

The doctor performed a full set of examinations on Wang Yingxue and arranged for a nurse to draw blood. "We'll prescribe medication based on the test results."

The doctor put away his stethoscope, turned around and instructed, "Get plenty of rest, eat on time, eat light and easily digestible foods, and drink plenty of water."

As the doctor recited a series of instructions, Fang Ruijun listened silently, not missing a single word.

After seeing the doctor off, Zhang Yunxia was about to get up to buy food, but Fang Ruijun had disappeared again.

After waiting for a while, Zhang Yunxia got impatient: "Xiaoxue, what would you like to eat?"

Wang Yingxue leaned against the pillow, her voice hoarse: "Anything is fine, as long as it's edible."

Zhang Yunxia glared at her: "Sigh, it's really unnecessary to ask you! You wait here, call the nurse if you need anything, I'll go buy you food."

As soon as Zhang Yunxia reached the door, she bumped into Fang Ruijun, who was returning with his things.

"Oh, you bought it?" Zhang Yunxia quickly stepped aside.

Fang Ruijun grunted in response. He was carrying a net bag containing a covered ceramic jar and several other items wrapped in oil paper.

He walked to the bedside and laid out the food: white porridge from the restaurant, two boiled eggs, a small packet of pickles, and a few apples.

"Just have this for now, I'll get you something else from the restaurant tonight," Fang Ruijun said as he put the things down.

Zhang Yunxia immediately switched to her strongest support mode, lifting the lid and saying, "See, I told you I couldn't do it alone! You can't be without someone by your side, so Comrade Fang will have to do the errands and buy meals. Comrade Fang, you've worked hard these past two days. We'll go back to the military region together later."

Fang Ruijun set out the chopsticks and nodded: "Okay."

Zhang Yunxia helped Wang Yingxue sit up straight, while Fang Ruijun quickly folded up the bedding and pillows from the empty bed next to them and placed them behind Wang Yingxue.

The whole process was smooth and seamless; the two of them didn't say a word, yet their coordination was perfect.

Zhang Yunxia's lips never turned down; they remained perpetually upturned.

Wang Yingxue opened her mouth, about to say something to Fang Ruijun, but Fang Ruijun straightened up first, not giving her a chance: "I'll go ask the doctor if the test results are out yet." After saying that, he turned around and went out the door again.

Zhang Yunxia held the porridge pot, scooped out a spoonful of white porridge, blew on it, and brought it to Wang Yingxue's lips.

After feeding her a couple of mouthfuls, she peeled an egg, broke it into small pieces, and put it into the porridge.

"Stop being so stubborn," Zhang Yunxia said, pushing the spoon forward, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Let him stay with you!"

Wang Yingxue swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue, said nothing more, lowered her head, and silently drank her porridge, sip by sip.

After taking a couple of sips, she suddenly looked up: "Sister-in-law, what are you doing out in the sun? Commander Chen should still be at work, right?"

"Xiangyang is fine," Zhang Yunxia said, taking another spoonful of porridge. "Someone is watching over him for me, so you don't need to worry. Just finish your own bowl of porridge first, that's better than anything else."

At Zhang Yunxia's home.

Su Feng was sitting at the dining table, and had just picked up his enamel mug to take a sip of water when suddenly there was a "smack".

A rubber band hit him on the forehead, bounced, and fell onto the table.

Su Feng looked up and saw Zhang Xiangyang holding a small wooden gun, hiding behind the sofa, with a pair of round eyes peeking out, and a few rubber bands hanging from them that hadn't been fired yet.

He stared blankly at Su Feng, not daring to speak or move.

"Xiangyang," Su Feng put down the enamel mug, his tone indifferent, revealing neither his joy nor displeasure, "come here."

Zhang Xiangyang tiptoed over and stood in front of Su Feng, his legs a little weak: "Uncle... I didn't mean to..."

Su Feng reached out and ruffled his hair: "It's okay. Do you still have any guns? I'll play with you."

Zhang Xiangyang's eyes lit up instantly, and he jumped up and down, exclaiming, "Yes, yes, yes!"

He ran and stumbled towards his little room, rummaged around for a bit, and pulled out several wooden guns. "Dad had these made for me! They can all fire bullets!"

He then ran over to the chest of drawers, pulled out a small tin box, and poured out a box of rubber bands with a "whoosh": "Uncle, let's have a gunfight!"

Su Feng looked down at the wooden guns and a large plate of rubber bands on the table and felt a pang of emotion.

Commander Chen truly dotes on his son; these wooden guns are so realistic they're practically lifelike, definitely not just ordinary toys for dabbling in.

The long one resembled a rifle with a trigger guard; the short one was a replica of a Type 54 pistol with anti-slip grooves engraved on the grip; the most exquisite one was a revolver-style pistol, and the cylinder could actually be turned.

What's even more ingenious is that the gun body has slots, and rubber bands can be linked together to fire five rounds at a time, truly achieving "rapid fire".

Zhang Xiangyang's gaze towards Su Feng changed; it was the excitement of someone whose good thing had been discovered by a kindred spirit.

He eagerly picked up the five-shot pistol: "Uncle, look! The rubber bands can be hung here, here, and here... You can hang five in a row! Then you can aim through this sight!"

Su Feng took the gun and, under Zhang Xiangyang's "guidance," attached five rubber bands to it.

He held the gun in one hand, arm outstretched, while the web of his other hand firmly supported his wrist. He tilted his head and squinted.

His entire posture was as sharp as if he were on a shooting range.

Zhang Xiangyang looked up at him, his eyes already shining.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Five gunshots rang out, almost in quick succession.

Five rubber bands flew out in succession, all hitting the thermos bottle cap on the coffee table at the other end of the living room, making the cap bounce around with a "clanging" sound. The last rubber band even knocked the cap over.

Zhang Xiangyang's mouth formed an "O" shape, and his eyes widened: "Wow—!!!"

Su Feng's lips curled slightly as he looked at Zhang Xiangyang and raised an eyebrow: "Impressive, huh?"

"Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm!" Zhang Xiangyang nodded frantically, his head bobbing like a chick pecking at rice, his eyes sparkling. "Uncle, can you teach me? How are you so accurate?!"

Su Feng picked up another gun and slowly attached a rubber band to it: "Uncle shoots real guns, so he'll be more accurate."

"Wow----"

Zhang Xiangyang's admiration was completely overwhelming.

Another fanboy of Su Feng has been born.