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Zhou Bingheng understood.

The girl's voice had a soft, hooked quality to it.

What? He hates me? It's clearly a test, a subtle, furry attempt to rub against me.

The old man has given him someone of his own kind.

If we really give it to the third son, with his impulsive nature, I'm afraid we won't be able to protect him, and he'll probably make a mess of the family.

Moreover, who would dare to call him an old cow eating young grass?

Zhou Bingheng chuckled, revealing something unseen by others in his otherwise dignified features.

"Third brother."

Two thousand kilometers apart, his voice was slow and deliberate, gentle yet carrying an absolute sense of pressure.

"Stop having those inappropriate thoughts."

"From now on, you should call her Second Sister-in-law."

"Grandpa, I'll marry this girl."

"Since you're so enthusiastic, Third Brother, I'm currently too busy with military affairs to leave. I'll entrust you with the important task of escorting your Second Sister-in-law to the Northwest."

"you!"

Zhou Bingwen stomped his feet in anger as he looked at the phone that had been hung up.

Su Xingmian was unaware that she had been seen through. She concealed the cunning glint in her eyes and obediently followed Grandma Zhou to the second floor to rest.

Zhou Bingheng put down the microphone.

That question was still lingering in his mind.

The little girl is quite a good actress.

But you can't fake a voice; that sweetness is real.

He knew perfectly well that she was up to something, but he still fell for it.

Coming from the countryside in the south, I have no idea how toxic the sand in the Northwest is.

If we don't pamper her, she'll probably start demanding to go back on the very first day.

He reached for his military overcoat on the back of the chair and drove to the division headquarters.

"Did you come here today for something?"

The division commander was looking down at the report on sandstorm prevention when he saw him come in, and he was quite surprised.

Zhou Bingheng took off his hat, stood at attention, and saluted.

"Commander, I'd like to submit a marriage application."

"What?"

The enamel mug in the division commander's hand wobbled, and the hot water almost splashed out.

"You little brat? Has the sun risen in the west?"

"What kind of girl has the skill to tame a vixen like you?"

"Arranged by my family, it will arrive next month."

Zhou Bingheng responded gently, his voice clear and soothing, without any unnecessary emotion.

The division commander scrutinized him for a long time, and after confirming that he was not joking, he slapped his thigh.

"That's great! At your rank, it's only right that your family accompanies you to your post."

"It's just that... housing in the family compound is a bit tight lately..."

The division commander paused here, a hint of amusement on his face.

Zhou Bingheng didn't even lift his eyelids; he knew his superior had more to say.

Sure enough, the division commander chuckled.

"However, you've made numerous contributions and your rank is high enough, so I'm giving you special permission to choose first. Consider it a wedding gift from the organization!"

Zhou Bingheng smiled and saluted.

"Thank you, sir."

He didn't stand on ceremony and pointed to a location on the map.

"I want this set."

This is a single-story house located in the far corner of the residential compound, with a separate small courtyard.

He had inspected the area; the location wasn't great, but it was quiet.

Most importantly, the courtyard wall is high enough to block the wind and sand, and when the gate is closed, it can hide the little girl completely and prevent outsiders from peeping.

The division commander didn't ask any further questions and picked up his pen to sign.

"Okay, just go to the logistics department to pick up the key, and tell them I approved it."

Before he could even warm the key in his hand, Zhou Bingheng was already standing in the logistics warehouse.

Logistics Director Lao Zhang listened to him explain the details of the new house and took notes one by one.

"All the window gaps were reinforced with double layers of new tarpaulin, and then a layer of windproof fabric was placed inside."

"The door hinges and door frames were all replaced with solid reinforced ones, and the kang (heated brick bed) also had to be rebuilt. Only when the flue is clear will the room not be dusty."

Old Zhang nodded in agreement, about to praise the political commissar for his meticulous work.

Then Zhou Bingheng turned around and glanced into the depths of the warehouse.

In the corner sat a large solid wood bed, covered with a thick layer of dust.

"If that bed isn't taken, I'll take it too."

Old Zhang was taken aback.

"Political Commissar, in the Northwest, every household sleeps on a kang (heated brick bed). That thing takes up space and isn't as warm as a kang. It's been sitting there for years and nobody wants it. What do you need it for?"

Zhou Bingheng smiled, his voice softening slightly.

"My wife is from the South, so I guess she's used to sleeping in a bed since she was little."

"The kang (heated brick bed) in the Northwest is hard, and I'm afraid she won't be used to it since it's her first time here. It's better to have one than not."

Old Zhang's jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

This isn't like getting married; it's like inviting an ancestor back to worship.

Just then, Liang Jin, the battalion commander of the third battalion, came around from the other end of the warehouse carrying a half-sack of flour.

"Political Commissar? So meticulous?"

Liang Jin put the flour sack on the ground and chuckled.

"I heard it's a happy occasion? Congratulations!"

"Battalion Commander Liang."

Zhou Bingheng took the initiative to go to meet him.

"Congratulations on your marriage! I heard your spouse just arrived with their military unit?"

"I still need to ask you, someone with experience, for advice."

Liang Jin also found it amusing.

"Political Commissar, you're too kind. When will your wife arrive?"

"My Qiuli just arrived and doesn't have anyone to keep her company. We'll let them get to know each other and they can keep each other company."

Zhou Bingheng nodded.

"Next month. I'll definitely let them move around more then."

"That's great!"

Liang Jin is a very down-to-earth person, and he started sharing his experience, counting on his fingers.

"Women are different from us; they are more delicate."

"Brown sugar, cloth, and thermos flasks are essential."

"And you need to stock up on clam oil, the sand and dust here are really bad for your skin."

Upon hearing that Liang Jin was a doting husband, Zhou Bingheng made a mental note of it.

Liang Jin got more and more excited as he spoke, patted his bulging pocket, lowered his voice, and nudged Zhou Bingheng with his elbow.

"Also, if you want to enjoy some more time alone with your partner, well... you know, you should get the receipts for the necessary items in advance."

"To avoid being caught off guard later, hehe."

Zhou Bingheng's eyes flickered, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Hmm, that makes sense, thank you."

"Oh, it's nothing, Political Commissar, you go ahead with your work, I'll be going now!"

Liang Jin called out, hoisted the flour sack onto his shoulder, and hurried home.

Old Zhang was somewhat surprised to see Political Commissar Zhou return.

"Political Commissar, is there something you forgot?"

Zhou Bingheng stood in front of the counter, his top button fastened tightly against his Adam's apple, his tone as gentle and composed as ever.

"Battalion Commander Gang Liang reminded me that the bureau should provide me with a year's supply of family planning products."

Old Zhang grinned, turned around, and pulled out a few boxes of the regular model, handing them over.

Zhou Bingheng glanced down at the specifications on the packaging.

He paused for a moment.

He slowly and methodically pushed the things back.

His voice deepened.

"Change to that specific large size."

Old Zhang's hand froze in mid-air.

He glanced at the well-mannered and impeccably dressed political commissar in front of him.

He looked down again at the special size drawer, which was covered in a layer of dust.

"...Okay, okay."

Zhou Bingheng took the things, turned around and left.

His back was straight, his steps were composed, and his military uniform stood out perfectly in the sunlight.

Old Zhang was leaning over the counter, still clutching the empty drawer handle in his hand.

Who would have thought that the usually serious and upright Political Commissar Zhou, with his refined appearance, actually possessed such amazing assets?

Old Zhang turned to look at the howling yellow sand outside the window, silently sweating for the bride he had never met.

This new bride has come to the Northwest, and she's probably going to suffer day and night!