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After dinner, the family gathered around to watch television.
"Ahem, Qianqian, let me tell you something," Mo Zhentian said, pretending to cough a few times under Mo Ming's numerous hints. He smiled at Jun Qianqian and continued, "It's right for you to stop that rascal Mo Ming from smoking; smoking is harmful to health! Not smoking is good for the body!"
"..." Mo Ming felt a wave of frustration. Was his father trying to plead for him or condoning Jun Qianqian's anti-smoking policy?
Seeing her future father-in-law say this and glancing at Mo Ming's expression, Jun Qianqian understood that Mo Zhentian was trying to help his son. After all, he was an elder, and refusing him would seem a bit inconsiderate.
"Father-in-law, actually men should smoke a little. As for whether Mo Ming smokes or not, I won't interfere; let him be."
Realizing that Mo Zhentian was being indirect, Jun Qianqian recognized that he wasn't an authoritarian. Being a clever person, she knew when to give face.
"Haha, Qianqian, you really understand things well! Not bad, not bad! You truly are our Mo family's daughter-in-law; I am very satisfied with you." Mo Zhentian laughed heartily and added, "If Mo Ming dares to bully you in the future, just tell me. I promise I'll take care of him!"
Take care of his own son?
Zhu Hanying immediately became displeased and glared at Mo Zhentian. "Stop meddling in the young people's affairs! If you take care of your son like that, do you want to send white-haired people to bury black-haired ones? What about Lian Lian and the others being widowed?"
"Hehe, I was just joking! Don't get angry. Actually, I'm just warning that rascal Mo Ming. If he dares to be unfaithful again, I won't let him off!" Mo Zhentian was fearless except when it came to Zhu Hanying's temper!
"That's more like it!"
Mo Ming shook his head with a bitter smile. "I'll treat Qianqian, Yuan, and Lian Lian well; you don't need to worry so much."
"Yes, Mo Ming treats us quite well. He won't bully us," Murong Lian said with a smile. At this moment, she wouldn't go against Mo Ming, as it wouldn't be appropriate in front of the elders.
Both Lin Yuan'er and Jun Qianqian also expressed that Mo Ming treated them very well and that they felt safe and happy with him. Hearing this made Zhu Hanying and Mo Zhentian nod in satisfaction.
Before coming here, the three had been anxious about how temperamental their father-in-law might be and whether their mother-in-law would be as difficult as those portrayed on television. However, once they arrived and received various warm greetings, they felt much more at ease and quickly relaxed.
The family chatted about many topics—these were trivial matters among relatives. After talking all evening, Mo Ming could hardly remember what they discussed; he only recalled the worried look on Zhu Hanying's face when she learned about some of the dangers he had faced. She understood her son's stubborn personality and didn't discourage him from taking risks but simply advised him to be more careful in the future.
This not only made Mo Ming feel a bit bittersweet, but upon careful reflection, he realized how much Maternal Love he had missed since deciding to take his father's place, and how many opportunities for Filial Piety he had lost with his mother. However, he could not afford to regret it; he could only grit his teeth and persist through the hardships.
When Early Morning struck, the sky was filled with brilliant fireworks, and the sound of thunder echoed across the heavens. The new year arrived amidst the dazzling lights and sounds. That night, Mo Ming held three women tightly in his arms, admiring the splendid fireworks. There were no vows, only the sincere sound of heartbeats; happiness was truly that simple.
A night passed without a word.
The next day, Zhu Hanying took Murong Lian, Jun Qianqian, and Lin Yuan'er to explore NJ City. Mo Zhentian had specially arranged for a dozen bodyguards to ensure their safety, with another group of Special Forces providing covert protection. In NJ City, there were hardly any who could harm them.
Mo Ming, as a small bodyguard, did not need to accompany them on their shopping trip. Just as he was preparing to enjoy some leisurely time, Mo Zhentian unceremoniously dragged him deeper into the Military Training Base, saying he needed him to give some lessons to the inexperienced new recruits.
It was common for Veterans to temper the enthusiasm of Newbies whenever new recruits joined. When Mo Ming first joined the Special Forces unit, those Veterans had also intended to dampen his spirit. Unfortunately for them, they were not strong enough and ended up boosting Mo Ming's confidence instead.
With Mo Zhentian's insistence, Mo Ming could not refuse. Since he had nothing else to do, it was fine to go take a look and pass the time.
Deep in the mountains, a large-scale Military Training Base had been constructed for training elite soldiers. It housed numerous facilities such as Combat Aces, Training Grounds, and Shooting Ranges. Now that it was the New Year, many people here were unable to return home for family reunions.
As one of the nation's sharpest and most covert forces, the Special Forces had to maintain complete secrecy about their existence. Even when facing family members, they could not reveal their true identities; this was a state secret and part of their choice.
“Xue!”
“Xue Xue!”
...
On the Training Ground, about a thousand people were engaged in morning exercises. The leader at the front led with punches and kicks while those behind followed suit in perfect unison. Even while boxing and kicking, they executed their movements precisely without any sloppiness; their strikes were powerful and impressive.
Mo Zhentian brought Mo Ming to the front of the field and said to the soldier in charge of supervision, “Xiao Huang, have them stop for a moment; I have something to say to them.”
The soldier named Xiao Huang glanced at Mo Ming with curiosity about his identity but dared not ask Mo Zhentian. Nodding his head, he raised his voice and shouted, “Alright everyone, pause for a moment! Commander Mo has something to say; please line up properly!”
The captains of each team immediately organized their squads. Soon, the chaotic scene of fists flying was replaced by the straightened lines of white poplar trees, arranged neatly. This is something that any military must achieve; it may seem trivial, but it symbolizes the dignity of a soldier.
"Today marks the beginning of a new year. Everyone is unable to return home to reunite with their families and must endure rigorous training. I want to say to all of you, you have worked hard!" Mo Zhentian said politely. "Some of you are new recruits, while others are veterans. Now that you have joined this big family, we are all one family, standing shoulder to shoulder to create brilliance together!"
Mo Ming stood next to Mo Zhentian and could clearly feel the sharp gazes from those soldiers. They were guessing Mo Ming's identity, but he ignored them and maintained a rogue demeanor. After all, he was no longer a soldier and didn't need to stand at attention.
However, Mo Ming's behavior caused considerable resentment among the upright Special Forces recruits. They felt that Mo Ming was insulting them. If it weren't for organizational discipline, they would have rushed forward to give this arrogant kid a beating to teach him a lesson.
Mo Zhentian sensed the resentment from the Special Forces and glanced at Mo Ming beside him, a wicked smile creeping onto his face. He stepped aside and said, "This guy is looking down on you all—just a bunch of rookies. If you have the guts, go up and knock him down so he knows not to act so cocky!"
"Old man, that's quite a big joke you're making," Mo Ming said with a wry smile as he looked at the eager Special Forces members.
There were at least a thousand people on the field, each trained and skilled. If they ganged up on him, it wouldn't be comparable to those disorganized crowds; this old man might be in for a surprise today.
For a moment, no one reacted or understood whether Mo Zhentian was serious or joking; no one rushed forward. However, it seemed everyone wanted to rush up and give Mo Ming a good beating.
"What are you waiting for? Go beat this kid up! Let him know that new recruits also have dignity and cannot be looked down upon as rookies!" Mo Zhentian called out again. This time, he wanted to see whether Mo Ming would show the recruits what was what or if they would show him.
"Brothers, Commander Mo has spoken! What are we waiting for? I’ve been annoyed by this kid for a while now; now we can finally let loose without worrying about discipline!" The voices in the ranks erupted.
The noise came from the new recruits while the veterans watched coldly. After all, if someone looked down on new recruits as rookies, they shared that sentiment too. Now that someone was ready to fight, it had nothing to do with them.
"Show him what’s what!"
"Everyone calm down!" A sturdy man with a weathered face spoke more calmly than the others. He didn’t shout but said loudly, "To deal with this inexperienced kid, I’m enough by myself. If too many of us go after him, it will look like we’re bullying him; we can’t afford that!"
"That’s right! Yan Wang, we’ll leave this kid to you!"
"Exactly! We won’t bully someone just because there are more of us!"
"Yama, teach this kid a good lesson!"
...
The man known as Yama seemed to hold great authority among the new recruits, who showed him considerable respect. When he said he would take on Mo Ming one-on-one, none of the new recruits objected. If it had been someone else, they would have rushed forward to give Mo Ming a beating.
"Kid, this is a military base; you need to stand properly. When you were looking at us just now, your posture was off, and it made us uncomfortable. I don't care what your identity is; since Commander Mo has approved this, I have to teach you a lesson!" Yama stepped out from the ranks and walked up to Mo Ming.
Mo Ming looked at the weathered face of the man who was three or four years older than him and smiled, "Your name is Yama? Heh, interesting. Even if you were really Yama, you wouldn't dare take my life. Are you sure you want to go one-on-one with me?"
"What do you mean? Are you looking down on me?" Yama frowned, feeling belittled by Mo Ming's words. Angrily, he said, "With your weak physique, I could take you on without breaking a sweat!"
"Oh." Mo Ming responded with a sarcastic smile.
Even if a thousand people came at him together, they might win but would tire out quickly. However, facing just one new recruit, Mo Ming felt little fear.
Today, the old man intended for him to temper the new recruits' arrogance, so he might as well start with their leader, Yama.
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