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Wen Yuanyuan couldn't believe it. With red eyes and a hoarse voice, she asked, "Then why do they say I caused my mother's death?"
"That's because they don't know!"
Wen Qian moved a stool next to Wen Wei, and he gave her a grateful glance.
A few people in the courtyard noticed that the father and daughter had something to discuss and wanted to give them some space, but Wen Wei called them back.
"You don’t need to leave; sit down and listen together!"
Wen Wei forced a smile, giving them a reassuring look. The others exchanged glances and found places to sit down.
Wen Wei looked down at Wen Yuanyuan, his eyes filled with unshakeable longing and tenderness, his tone revealing his nostalgia.
"Yuanyuan, your mother’s name was Wang Wenfang. We grew up in the same village, childhood sweethearts with a strong bond. Naturally, we ended up together as we grew older. I went off to serve in the military while she stayed home. Later, we had Xiaoguang, and I got promoted in the army, gaining the qualification for her to accompany me."
He paused for a moment before continuing.
"Four years ago, you were still in your mother’s womb. She cherished you deeply; after giving birth to Xiaoguang, she hadn’t been able to conceive again for almost eight years. Your arrival was unexpected yet a joyous surprise."
As her belly grew rounder, the time for delivery approached. On that day, she was scheduled for her final prenatal check-up at the hospital. The doctor had specifically advised her to go this time because during the last check-up, he mentioned that the baby was quite large, so they needed to monitor the situation closely.
In previous check-ups, Wen Wei had always accompanied her, but this time he couldn’t go due to matters in the army that required him to stay behind. The unit sent a vehicle for her with a young soldier accompanying her; normally, there wouldn’t be any issues.
However, unexpectedly, the unit discovered a major incident that led to all areas being locked down; no one was allowed to leave without undergoing checks.
Wang Wenfang sat in the vehicle and asked the young soldier in front of her, "What happened in the unit? Why is everyone so serious?"
The young soldier was already familiar with her; he had driven her for several check-ups before. Wang Wenfang was well-liked and easygoing; she knew many people in the unit and always greeted them with a smile.
"Sister-in-law," he said, "I heard they're trying to catch someone in the unit right now. Luckily we left early; otherwise, we wouldn’t have gotten out for at least another hour!"
"Really?"
Wang Wenfang leaned forward to ask him, "Do you know who they’re trying to catch?"
The young soldier was new to service and still young himself; he knew Wang Wenfang was good-natured and kept secrets well. He figured she would find out eventually when she returned to the unit anyway—so it didn’t matter if he told her now or later.
After thinking for a moment, he replied, "I heard that early this morning they discovered someone suspicious in our military district—a traitor—and they still haven’t found them yet! Apparently, they’ve been hiding out in our army for quite some time."
"That serious? No wonder!"
No wonder Wen Zhi couldn’t accompany her for the check-up; it wasn’t the first time such situations had occurred. He usually tried his best to postpone his duties whenever possible; the leaders of their unit were understanding and often agreed without hesitation.
The young soldier continued, "Yeah! I heard the leaders are furious about it—they said everyone in our unit is just slacking off if we didn’t notice something like this right away."
Suddenly, Wang Wenfang noticed some movement beneath the car. However, when she tried to listen more closely, the sound had vanished. But as the vehicle passed over a large pothole, she felt it again, and this time the young soldier noticed it too. They exchanged a glance.
As they approached a fork in the road, the young soldier whispered to her, "Sister, hold on tight!" Once he saw that Wang Wenfang had secured herself, he abruptly turned the steering wheel and made a U-turn. They both felt relieved that they were driving slowly out of fear for the child in her womb and hadn’t yet left the military district.
This area was still under military jurisdiction, so the person beneath the car surely wouldn’t dare to act recklessly. The young soldier disregarded the bumps and pressed down on the accelerator, speeding ahead while Wang Wenfang did her best to stabilize herself and avoid being jolted around.
The person under the car likely sensed something was amiss; he attempted to loosen his grip. However, the young soldier drove skillfully, deliberately navigating over uneven terrain. Although the bumps intensified and their speed increased, the person below no longer dared to jump out of the vehicle.
Since he had managed to hide within the ranks for so many years, he was certainly resourceful. He slowly began to crawl toward the back of the car, hoping to climb up onto it. The team had been searching frantically without success.
"Has Wenfang arrived yet?" someone suddenly asked, startling everyone. Perhaps the person they were looking for had already escaped before they even realized it.
"When did your wife leave?"
"Before sealing off!"
"Before sealing off? That makes sense!"
They immediately sent someone to check the vehicle before hastily driving off with their gear.
In the half hour before they discovered anything, Wang Wenfang and the young soldier had already traveled a considerable distance from the military district when an unexpected incident occurred. The car suddenly stalled. The young soldier gripped the steering wheel tightly to prevent them from rolling down the mountainside, but the engine had died.
Both Wang Wenfang and the young soldier sat in shock inside the car, drenched in cold sweat from fear. The young soldier looked out of the window and suddenly saw someone beneath the car trying to escape. He quickly exited the vehicle but first instructed her, "Sister, lock all the doors! No matter what you hear, don’t come out!"
He rushed towards the person outside while Wang Wenfang hurriedly locked the doors. She knew she was a burden now and didn’t want to cause him any trouble.
The young soldier wasn’t armed with any weapons, but his opponent was equipped with a firearm. After years of training in their unit, he was not someone who could be easily subdued by a rookie like this young soldier. Moreover, with a weapon in hand, his opponent was even more formidable.
After several exchanges, the young soldier sustained several hits on his arms and legs. He struggled not to let go of his opponent but was yanked and kicked hard several times. Fresh blood dripped from his mouth, yet he refused to release his grip; even lying on the ground, he clung tightly to his opponent's leg as blood pooled beneath him.
Impatiently, his opponent kicked him again, demanding he let go. Yet he wouldn’t relent; even as his ribs cracked under pressure and sharp pain assaulted his mind, he gritted his teeth and held on fiercely.
Diet realized that hitting the small warrior was futile, so he decided to cut off the warrior's hand. He slowly sliced through the skin on the warrior's wrist, blood oozing out in bright red streams. The small warrior endured the excruciating pain and pushed his arm forward, wrapping it tightly around Diet's leg. Even though his hands were nearly numb, he felt as if he might faint from the agony.
He bit down on his tongue to jolt his brain awake, holding on with all his strength and refusing to let go.
"I see you don't want to live," Diet sneered. "Then I'll grant your wish!"
Losing all patience, Diet raised the weapon in his hand, sunlight glinting off its surface and reflecting a blinding light into his eyes, revealing the cruelty and irritation swirling within them.
Aiming at the small warrior's head, he smirked, a mad glint in his eyes as he eagerly anticipated the beautiful scene that would unfold when he brought it down.
In despair, the small warrior shut his eyes tightly but tightened his grip even more, holding on with all his might and refusing to let go.
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