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Liu Heng was not one to keep secrets. It didn't take long for everyone in the unit to find out about his relationship with Kui Huimei. The young man walked around with his head held high, brimming with pride. He became more proactive in his missions, eager to earn merit and get promoted so he could move into the family quarters and marry.
The two spent a lot of time together; during lunch breaks, Liu Heng would pack a meal to take to school and share it with Kui Huimei. He became the subject of many jokes among his comrades, but he took pride in having a girlfriend.
Lu Wenwen was also pursuing Yang, who initially maintained a respectful and professional demeanor. Gradually, he was touched by Lu Wenwen's patience and persistence. He saw a reflection of himself in her.
As winter approached and the New Year arrived, school was out, and Wen Qian no longer attended. Liu Heng took his family to Kui Huimei's home to propose. Both sets of parents were pleased, especially Kui Huimei's mother, who beamed with joy, her eyes nearly disappearing in her smile. She felt vindicated; who could say that her daughter would remain unmarried and become an old maid? Look at that! Kui Huimei not only found a husband but also secured such a good match.
The conditions were indeed enviable! The in-laws were sincere and made sure Liu Heng's family was satisfied. Liu Heng himself was a fine young man, an officer in the army with a sturdy physique and a pleasant demeanor.
Kui Huimei's mother stole glances at her daughter, realizing that this girl was finally willing to marry. It seemed she liked Liu Heng's appearance; otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed to the marriage.
With the engagement set, they could now meet openly without any need for secrecy. Kui Huimei's mother proudly introduced Liu Heng around the village as her son-in-law, praising his handsome looks. Liu Heng had a sweet tongue and managed to make Kui Huimei's mother beam with happiness.
Some villagers looked on with envy and jealousy, wondering how she could be so fortunate. Despite her past reputation, she had found such a partner.
"Xiao Qian, do you want to join me in preparing for the New Year? We should buy some things," Aunt Tian said as she carried her grandson while heading towards Wen Qian's house. However, at that moment, she had yet to wake up. Lu Zheng stepped out to greet Aunt Tian.
"Aunt, shall we go buy New Year goods tomorrow? Do you want to join us?"
"Of course! Why wouldn't we go? It's settled then, we'll go together."
She looked inside curiously. "Where is Xiao? Why hasn't she come out yet?"
Lu Zheng chuckled. "She stayed up too late reading last night. She's still not awake."
Men can lie without batting an eye, speaking whatever comes to mind.
Aunt Tian lectured Lu Zheng, "Lu Zheng! It's not that I'm scolding you, but you must persuade Xiao Qian to stop reading at night. It's not good for her eyes."
Lu Zheng nodded, thinking to himself that it really isn't good for the eyes; they always seem to water!
"Ah, it's too cold to go out now. It’s going to snow in a few days. We should hurry and buy some New Year goods before the roads are blocked and we can't get out."
Lu Zheng nodded in agreement.
Aunt Tian's enthusiasm for conversation was low; she just nodded like a stubborn gourd without saying much.
After watching Aunt Tian leave, he finally opened the door and stepped inside.
He took off his coat and shook off the chill from his body.
Once he felt warm enough, he walked further into the room and saw the little one sleeping soundly under the covers, a smile of happiness curling his lips.
Little Lu Chen was restless and had already gone out early in the morning to play with his friends.
Leaving his mother behind, feeling like a sheep in a wolf's den, completely consumed.
And now, she was still asleep.
Lu Zheng lay down beside her, gazing at her sleeping face.
He did nothing but stare at her in a daze.
In his heart, he felt satisfied!
After a while, he needed to step out for a bit.
Some news had already come through, and he needed to check it out for himself and confirm things.
When Wen Qian woke up, a fragrant aroma wafted in from outside.
She sat up, rubbing her sore back, and angrily slipped on her shoes as she headed outside.
Outside, Lu Zheng was simmering chicken soup; it smelled wonderful, filling the entire house with its fragrance.
Wen Qian walked over and peeked inside.
It was a clay pot specifically for making soup; Lu Zheng had bought one after seeing Aunt Tian’s family had gotten one.
Since purchasing it, he had been making soup quite often.
Not just fish soup or chicken soup but various nourishing broths as well.
Wen Qian felt as if she were in confinement after giving birth.
She thought it might be better not to say anything; drinking soup did seem somewhat beneficial.
After drinking it for so long, she felt warm all over and much more comfortable.
Although sometimes the taste was a bit strange with some medicinal herbs floating inside,
She knew Lu Zheng was intentionally using it to nourish her health.
Even if she felt fine on the surface, internally she was still weak. If anything were to make her sick, she would surely collapse immediately.
"Get up, try a taste."
Lu Zheng took a small spoonful and brought it to Wen Qian's lips, raising his eyes to signal her to open her mouth and drink it down.
Wen Qian tasted it and asked, "Did you forget to add salt? It seems a bit bland!"
"I did add some, but maybe not enough. I'll put in a little more later."
"Auntie, Chen Chen and I are back!"
Wen Yuan's loud voice echoed as always; every time she came over, she never acted like a guest. Instead, she seemed more like one of the family, while Lu Chen was polite as if he were the guest.
The little girl pulled Lu Chen inside, catching the scent of chicken soup in the air. She happily asked, "Did Uncle Lu Zheng make soup again?"
After saying that, the little girl pouted slightly, looking a bit unhappy. Although Uncle Lu Zheng's soup smelled delicious, it always had a medicinal taste that she didn't like.
Wen Qian could tell what was on her mind just by looking at her expression. She reached out and playfully pinched the girl's nose. "You little brat, you're quite picky."
"If you don't like it, then don't drink it. Just eat something else."
The girl enjoyed the meals Lu Zheng cooked but disliked his soups. Every time she came over for dinner, Lu Zheng would insist that she drink a bowl of soup before she could eat anything else. Although she didn't want to, she had no choice but to comply with his demands. After finishing the soup, she looked at Wen Qian with a pitiful expression and complained.
Feigning sadness quickly turned into satisfaction as she took another bite of the delicious dish.
"Uncle Lu Zheng's cooking is so good! Unlike my dad's; his dishes are a bit unappetizing. Just yesterday, he burnt the vegetables—I thought I was going to cry!"
The little girl continued to pour out her grievances like a waterfall.
At that moment, Wen Qian looked at her and thought that maybe having another daughter wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. But then again, her husband was not exactly reliable.
That plan had now fallen through.
Lu Zheng noticed Wen Qian's gaze upon him and felt the weight of her thoughts settle heavily in his heart.
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