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Political Commissar Xu and Zhou Bingyuan's faces both darkened.

Before Su Xingmian could even blink, a tall figure had already blocked her way.

Zhou Bingheng didn't even glance at the shouting man.

His voice remained gentle, yet carried a chill.

"Comrade, you need to provide evidence before you speak."

He pointed to the engineer standing to the side, who looked completely bewildered.

"Are you questioning the professional judgment of our army's engineering corps, or are you implying that something scientifically inexplicable could happen in the conference room of our garrison area?"

Once those words were spoken, the nature of the matter changed.

The man choked, his face turning red and white in turns, and he stubbornly argued.

"I saw her put her hand on the box with my own eyes!"

"My wife gets seasick and has a low body temperature, so I wanted to use the coolness of the suitcase to relieve it."

"The assessment of the contents of the box is also based on professional assessments and recommendations regarding humidity."

"Is there a problem?"

Zhou Bingheng asked in a calm tone, then turned to Political Commissar Xu and nodded slightly.

"Political Commissar Xu, the unpacking of national-level strategic materials has been disrupted by irrelevant personnel shouting loudly. If this disturbs the engineers and causes further damage to the materials, who will bear the responsibility?"

Each word was spoken slowly and deliberately, yet it was like a small hammer.

Political Commissar Xu stood up, and a fierce, steely aura emanated from him.

"Take him out of here!"

"Political Commissar Xu! I..."

The man wanted to say something more.

"This is an internal matter for the Independent Regiment. When did it become the business of the Joint Command to interfere?"

Political Commissar Xu slammed his fist on the table, his voice booming, "Take him away!"

Two soldiers immediately stepped forward, grabbed the man's arms on either side, and dragged him out of the conference room despite his struggles.

The door slammed shut, and the world became quiet.

The room was very quiet.

Zhou Bingyuan leaned against the table, watching his second brother's impeccable demeanor, and even the pain in his wounds seemed to lessen.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Zhou Bingwen poked his head through the crack in the door, holding a large enamel bowl in his hand. Inside the bowl, a huge crab was waving its pincers triumphantly.

"Second sister-in-law, the kitchen got a huge crab! Old You said it's the biggest he's seen this year, still lively and jumping around, he saved it especially for you."

His voice stopped.

Because he saw Political Commissar Xu squatting next to the box, his nose red, carefully counting the blueprints.

I also saw my older brother, Zhou Bingyuan, standing there with his arm around the table, his hospital gown soaked through on the back.

The second brother, Zhou Bingheng, had one hand in his pocket and the other behind his back.

The hand behind his back was being held by Su Xingmian, whose thumb slowly drew a circle in his palm.

Zhou Bingwen stood at the door for three seconds, holding a crab.

"...Am I too early?"

No one cares about him.

Political Commissar Xu stood up and yelled at the communications officer at the door.

"A telegram was sent to the military region stating that all data from the South Survey 07A was intact and requested instructions from higher authorities regarding the subsequent storage plan."

The messenger took off running, and an uncontrollable cheer erupted in the corridor.

A dozen minutes later, Political Commissar Xu pulled Zhou Bingheng to the end of the corridor and spoke in a low voice.

"Bingheng, I know what you and your sister-in-law did today. I'll write this report, and the credit will go to the Independent Regiment. Your names won't appear at all."

Zhou Bingheng fastened the top button of his military uniform, speaking at a measured pace.

"I'll remember this favor by my elder brother."

Political Commissar Xu was taken aback for a moment, "Your older brother was originally in the Independent Regiment..."

"My older brother is lying in a hospital bed. His suitcase has been missing for fourteen days. He's more anxious than anyone else about this."

Zhou Bingheng laid out his words clearly in front of him.

"All the higher-ups need to know is that the Independent Regiment risked their lives to protect national assets at the most critical moment, and that's enough. As for how they found it, a simple explanation of ocean currents is more effective than anything else."

Political Commissar Xu looked at him and patted him heavily on the shoulder.

"Okay. Your older brother will owe you two a debt for the rest of his life."

At 10 p.m., in the only long-distance communication room in the garrison area.

The phone rang four times from three thousand kilometers away, and Grandpa Zhou's voice came through, hoarse with the unique characteristics of late night.

"Bingheng".

"Grandpa, the box has been found, and the data is intact. Big brother is alright."

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a long exhale.

"Okay." The old man paused, then asked, "How did you find it?"

Zhou Bingheng leaned back in his chair, his voice steady: "Ocean currents."

The old man didn't ask any further questions, but his next sentence showed that he understood everything.

"How is Mianmian?"

Zhou Bingheng remained silent for a moment.

"I'm exhausted."

Those three words were an admission of everything.

There was another silence on the other end of the phone, and the old man's breathing became heavier.

"Grandpa owes the Su family another debt."

His voice was heavy with guilt and gratitude.

"Ask her for me what she wants. As long as the Zhou family has it, just ask."

Zhou Bingheng hung up the phone and returned to the dormitory room that had been temporarily vacated next door.

Su Xingmian sat on the bed wrapped in a blanket, holding half a coconut shell in her hands and drinking water.

Fang Lan had just placed two hot water bottles near her feet and returned the two life-saving pills to her.

Su Xingmian thought for a moment and then called Zhou Bingwen over.

"Second sister-in-law, this...this is really for me?"

Zhou Bingwen stared at the pill in his palm, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

"One for the eldest brother, one for the second brother, and one for you. It's fair."

Su Xingmian smiled with her eyes narrowed. Her brother-in-law was good to her, so she wanted to be even better to him.

"Second sister-in-law! Waaaaah..."

Zhou Bingwen was so moved that he burst into tears. Just as he was about to say something, Fang Lan grabbed his ear and dragged him out.

He repeatedly warned him that if he dared to reveal the matter of the medicine, his legs would be broken.

Zhou Bingwen grinned, realizing that he had just finished mocking his second brother and now he was getting his comeuppance.

Only the two of them remained in the room.

Zhou Bingheng sat down opposite her. "Grandpa told me to ask you what you want. Just say the word."

Su Xingmian's eyes darted around, then around again.

Then she put down the coconut shell, looked up at him with bright, sparkling eyes.

"I want a kiss."

Zhou Bingheng was stunned for a moment.

He considered countless answers: money, tickets, a larger plot of land to grow vegetables.

But this was the one thing I never expected.

He smiled.

It wasn't the usual gentle, measured laugh; it was a laugh that burst forth from his chest, uncontrollable, and scalding hot.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Su Xingmian's body temperature jumped 0.3 degrees Celsius the moment they made contact.

A faint floral fragrance emanated from beneath her skin, filling the space between them.

He looked up, reached out and scooped her up along with the blanket, placing her on his lap.

Su Xingmian's head rested in his shoulder, completely enveloped in his arms.

"Mianmian."

"Um?"

"Thank you."

A man who takes on everything himself and never asks for help sincerely thanks her.

I thank her for saving my brother's life, I thank her for finding the box, and I thank her for exhausting herself to the point of 33 degrees Celsius to take the blame for him.

She buried her face in his neck, her voice muffled.

You're welcome.

You are mine; helping you is helping myself.

Three days later, the official document issued by the Navy Headquarters was delivered to the South China Sea garrison area.

"...The South Survey-07-A data box was recovered intact, and the data was undamaged. The joint command's operation is terminated. The three cutting vessels deployed by the Jiang family must withdraw from the operation area within forty-eight hours."

There was no criticism, yet every word was piercing to the heart.

You came, you spent money, you ruined your equipment, but you gained nothing.

The supplies were carried to the Independent Regiment by ocean currents.

Now, please go back.

Jiang Shuo smiled upon receiving the fortune slip and beckoned for someone to come in.

"Make arrangements, I'll go see Commander Zhou tomorrow."