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The next morning, Zhou Bingheng knocked on the door of the division commander's office on time.

After a few pleasantries about the end of the exercise, the division commander asked, "How's the situation on the island?"

"They are still trying to save him."

Zhou Bingheng sat down in the chair opposite the desk.

"My mother and brother rushed over yesterday with the medicine."

The division commander sighed and placed the pen he was holding on the table.

"I contacted the military region's logistics department yesterday and also coordinated with the navy to ensure that your brother's medical resources are given priority."

"Thank you, sir."

Zhou Bingheng accepted the favor and then took the opportunity to bring up the important matter that Su Xingmian had entrusted to him.

"My wife discovered an underground water vein in a ravine on the eastern foothills of the Helan Mountains, twelve meters below the surface."

"If we can drill the well before the heavy snow closes the mountain, we can open up at least thirty acres of good land on that gentle slope next spring."

The division commander slammed his hand on the desk.

Thirty acres of prime land was like a windfall for this barren Helan Mountain settlement.

"Okay! I'll have the logistics department handle this immediately!"

The division commander was in a great mood. He pulled out a document with an official red seal from his drawer and pushed it in front of Zhou Bingheng.

"The logistics team has already tallied the yield from that 1.2-acre plot yesterday, and the results are amazing."

"After careful consideration, the division headquarters decided to issue two appointment letters as an exception."

"One position is a specially appointed health consultant at the station, with the same standard as the external experts hired by the military medical station, and it costs forty-five yuan per month."

"The other job is as an agricultural technical instructor, at the same level as Lao Wei, earning thirty-eight yuan a month."

"Adding the twelve yuan subsidy for military dependents, it comes to ninety-five yuan a month."

This treatment was unique in the entire garrison.

The division commander paused for a moment, picked up his teacup, took a sip of water, and then got to the point.

"Of the three pilot outposts for promoting the use of sand onions, outpost number seven has the most difficult conditions."

"I'm planning to hand over this toughest challenge to Comrade Su to lead personally. What do you think? Should she accept it?"

Zhou Bingheng did not open the document, but simply placed his hand on the kraft paper.

He understood the weight behind the ninety-five yuan and this important responsibility.

This is both an acknowledgment of Su Xingmian's abilities and a clear explanation from the master to the Zhou family regarding the Song Qingqing incident.

"She likes working in the fields, so I took the call for her."

After the business was finished, there was a two-second silence in the office.

Zhou Bingheng removed his fingers from the document, his tone remaining as slow and gentle as ever.

"The division commander should have seen the comparative material about Song Qingqing."

The division commander tightened his grip on the teacup.

"Not just that document."

Zhou Bingheng didn't give him a chance to breathe and continued speaking.

"The letter of complaint from Pingxi Village skipped the county level and went directly to the Political Department of the Military Region. The final approval was obtained through the Jiang family's connections."

The division commander suddenly raised his head.

"The current head of the Jiang family has an only son named Jiang Shuo, who has always shown unusual interest in Song Qingqing."

Zhou Bingheng leaned back in his chair, looking completely at ease.

Connecting all the points together takes only one second.

His niece, taking advantage of his status and trust, colluded with that mad dog from the Jiang family to launch a fatal attack on Su Xingmian, with the aim of completely ruining Zhou Bingheng's marriage.

If this is ultimately confirmed, it will not only be a family matter for the Zhou family, but will also become a political stain on him as the highest commander in the area.

The Jiang family's behavior is so bad that they even dare to attack the Li family. If they use them as a stepping stone... it'll be dangerous.

Sweat seeped out from my back, clinging to my shirt and giving off a cool feeling.

He could no longer protect Song Qingqing.

The division commander slammed the teacup down on the table, splashing water everywhere.

"Bingheng, what do you plan to do with her?"

"I have no intention of doing anything to her."

Zhou Bingheng's tone was surprisingly calm.

"What path she chooses in the future is her own choice; it's none of my business, and I don't want to."

"I only care about one thing: that her actions should never again have any connection with this post or my family."

Zhou Bingheng stood up and straightened the hem of his military uniform.

"If the Jiang family tries to interfere again, I will not wait for the materials to go through the process."

He said it very softly, with no inflection in his tone, yet it made the teacher's heart tighten.

Throughout the entire conversation, Zhou Bingheng did not utter a single accusation, nor did he request any punishment, nor did he utter a single word that conveyed emotion.

He simply laid out the facts and let the division commander draw his own conclusions, which was far more effective than directly turning on them and slamming his fist on the table.

Twenty minutes later, the division commander pushed open the door of his home in the family compound.

This matter cannot be delayed. He plans to marry Song Qingqing off to a cadre in a remote, grassroots area, to completely sever her inappropriate thoughts and keep her firmly under his control.

Han Yuzhi was the only one in the room, sitting on the sofa knitting a sweater.

"Where's Qingqing?"

The division commander took off his coat and asked him questions.

"I'm gone."

Han Yuzhi didn't look up, her hands busy threading the needle.

"I had Xiao Wang drive that jeep and take her to the train station."

She tugged at the end of the thread.

"They should be on the bus by now."

The division commander felt a loud bang in his head.

"Where did you take her?"

Han Yuzhi was so startled by the shout that her hand trembled and the needle pricked her finger bone.

She jumped up and raised her voice.

"

Send them back to Beijing for medical treatment!

"The child was so sick, his liver and kidneys were about to fail, and he was still locked up in a dilapidated room suffering."

She clutched her knitting needles, her eyes red-rimmed.

"As her aunt, I couldn't stand by and watch her suffer, so I sent her back to a major hospital in Beijing for treatment. What did I do wrong?"

"She's being pointed at and gossiped about every day here. How is she supposed to live like this?!"

"Do you even know what you're doing?!"

The division commander's shout made the windowpane shake.

Based on the timeline, the only train to Beijing this morning departed an hour ago, so there's no way to catch it now.

The most critical issue is that once Song Qingqing arrives in Beijing, who else can she turn to besides the Song family?

If she went straight to Jiangshuo...

The division commander rushed over, grabbed the phone on the table, and directly asked for the switchboard to connect to the Song family in Beijing.

The phone rang five times before it was answered.

"I'm Lao Wu. Qingqing..."

"Don't mention those three words to me!"

The father's furious voice boomed from the other end of the receiver, making my ears ache.

"Our Song family has already pretended that we never had this daughter. Whether she returns to the capital or dies outside, it has nothing to do with us."

"Old Wu, don't call that number again!"

Click.

The blind call was piercing.

The division commander slowly put the microphone back into its base.

He slumped into a chair, staring at the gray Gobi Desert outside the window, and didn't move for a full ten minutes.

The words Zhou Bingheng had just said in the office kept replaying in my mind.

If the Jiang family tries to interfere again, I will not wait for the materials to go through the process.

Now he understands everything.

Zhou Bingheng didn't care about Song Qingqing's life or death at all; what he cared about was the Jiang family.

His wife, on the other hand, personally pushed Song Qingqing into the Jiang family's camp.

Seeing her husband's pale face, Han Yuzhi felt a chill run down her spine, and her eyes reddened as she prepared to wipe away her tears on the sofa.

The division commander stood up and walked up to her.

"From today onwards, you are not allowed to have any further contact with Song Qingqing. You are not allowed to make phone calls, write letters, or accept anything she sends back."

Han Yuzhi opened her mouth to refute.

"Shut up."

The division commander interrupted her.

"Think about our own son. He's taking the military academy entrance exam next year, and the political background check is right at that crucial moment."

"If you continue to get involved with Song Qingqing in the Jiang family's mess, it won't just be me who gets dragged down."

The division commander gripped Han Yuzhi's shoulders and spoke, word by word.

"This will completely ruin his life!"

She didn't understand what relationship Qingqing had with the Jiang family, but her son had directly seized Han Yuzhi's weakness.

Her tears stopped instantly, her lips trembled twice, and she fell completely silent.