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The days of teaching were peaceful, and Wen Qian felt a sense of responsibility and a happiness that she had not experienced before. She knew she was no longer useless; she had the ability to help others. Every day, seeing the smiling faces of the children filled her heart with satisfaction, lifting her spirits significantly.
The office was also filled with joy, especially with someone like Lu Wenwen around. This little flower of understanding brought happiness to her every day. Aside from the initial few days when she struggled to adapt to Lu Zheng's absence and worried about him at night, she gradually found herself almost forgetting him.
That night, as Lu Chen lay in bed watching Wen Qian read, he asked, "Mom, when is Dad coming? I miss him."
Wen Qian put down her book and turned to look at Lu Chen, thoughts of Lu Zheng surfacing in her mind. Life had been so good lately that she had nearly forgotten about him. It seemed like it was about time for him to return.
Recently, both Guo Xiaojun and Yi Xuecha had been particularly calm, and she knew less about the family compound's affairs, which naturally relieved her of many worries. She hadn't realized how long it had been since she thought of Lu Zheng.
She placed the book on the table and lay down, gazing at Lu Chen. "Dad should be back in a few days; don’t worry, Chenchen."
"Okay then, Mom. I want to sleep now."
"Alright, sleep tight!"
Wen Qian turned off the light and gently patted her son's back to soothe him to sleep. As she lay there, an image of Lu Zheng unexpectedly flashed through her mind, causing her to feel a bit anxious. It had been so many days without any word from him—could something have happened?
It shouldn’t be; Lu Zheng was quite capable after all. Never mind; she decided to stop thinking about it and just sleep.
Lu Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm and bit down on the bandage tied around his arm. He then leaned against a tree, catching his breath as beads of sweat dripped down his body.
A comrade beside him nudged Lu Zheng's shoulder, also panting heavily but teasingly looking at him. "This is your first outing since returning; your wife must be worried sick about you!"
It was common for families in the compound to feel this way, especially for the newly arrived sisters-in-law; men often struggled to sleep on their first missions out of fear.
Lu Zheng shot him an annoyed glance as he took a sip from his water bottle, his eyes narrowing slightly with complex emotions. Would she really be worried?
"Tsk tsk tsk, come on! Who doesn’t know? Your wife is probably tossing and turning in bed waiting for you!"
"You’re going to enjoy this life!" The man looked at Lu Zheng with a knowing smile that carried a hint of teasing.
Lu Zheng patted him, telling him not to talk nonsense. The man fell silent but suddenly sighed, looking at Lu Zheng with a hint of pity. "Did you really make that deal with Captain Yi? Aren't you afraid your wife will cause a scene? If it were my wife, she would have jumped up and slapped my face, leaving it all scratched up. You're lucky your wife has a good temper; I envy you, brother!"
Leaning against a tree and gazing at the moon, the man murmured, "I miss my wife. I think about her so much that I want her to give me a couple of slaps." He continued, "Although my wife's temper isn't the best, she truly cares for me. This family wouldn't function without her."
Lu Zheng listened to the man's words, lost in thought. Was Wen Qian blaming him? Was she upset that he hadn't done anything? Was that why she was unwilling to develop feelings for him? He pondered deeply, uncertain if his decisions were right. However, he couldn't refuse Captain Yi this last favor. The request made by Captain Yi was also something they needed.
He closed his eyes and looked up at the sky, unsure of what to do. Fortunately, they needed to act quickly and aim to leave tomorrow or the day after.
The next morning, as Wen Qian washed up, she felt her eyelids heavy. A strange feeling rose within her. Could it be... No, it was probably because she hadn't slept well last night. After splashing cold water on her face, she felt a bit more composed, and her eyelids stopped twitching as much.
With such an unexpected start to the day, Wen Qian didn't feel like cooking anymore. Instead, she went to the cafeteria to grab some breakfast. After Lu Chen finished his meal, he obediently ran off to find Wen Yuanyuan while Wen Qian waited at the door.
The two little ones ran towards her in the morning sunlight, warming her heart like the sun itself. Upon arriving at school, Kai Mei crawled over in a state of despair and thudded her head onto the desk. "I don't know what I ate last night; this morning it feels like I'm dying," she groaned. "I still have class later; this is torture."
Wen Wen looked at her worriedly and whispered, "Come here; let me check your pulse. I learned a bit from my family." Kai Mei hurriedly crawled over and lay down again, extending her arm.
Wen Wen gently pressed her fingers against Kai Mei's wrist, holding her breath for a moment before letting out a sigh of relief and smiling. "You're fine; just rest a bit more. If you're still not feeling well by noon, let's go see the nurse together."
"Thank you so much, Wenwen," said Kuan Huimei, snuggling up to Lu Wenwen and playfully calling her name.
Lu Wenwen felt overwhelmed and pushed Kuan Huimei away with all her strength. For her own safety, she quickly picked up her bag and headed into the classroom.
Kuan Huimei watched her retreating figure with a hurt expression, then turned to Wen Qian with a pitiful look. "Sister Wen Qian, did you see how she treated me? I'm so heartbroken; both my body and spirit have been wounded."
Wen Qian chuckled at her, reaching out to pat her head. Kuan Huimei immediately lowered her head to receive the affection, happily shaking it as she felt the gentle touch.
"Go sit down and rest; I need to go to class now," Wen Qian said.
Kuan Huimei let out a dramatic sigh of despair and slowly made her way to her seat.
Wen Qian took her books and went to the third-level classroom for class. During the lecture, she felt a twitch in her eyelid, and her heartbeat quickened in response.
She paused for a moment, then hurriedly adjusted herself to hide any unusual signs. After struggling through the class, she went to the office and took a few sips of water to calm her restless heart.
At that moment, a car sped towards the military hospital, with people inside shouting anxiously, "Hurry up! Faster!"
"We're already going as fast as we can; any quicker and we'll hit someone!"
The passengers in the car grimaced in pain, their muddy clothes stained with blood. The vehicle suddenly screeched to a halt at the hospital entrance, and they yelled urgently, "We're here! Quick!"
"Hang on! Just hold on!"
A few people rushed to lift a stretcher from the car and carried the injured person into the hospital, followed closely by a man clutching his arm.
At noon, Wen Qian was distracted as she brought Lu Chen and Wen Yuanyuan to the family quarters. Before they even arrived, she overheard some people discussing something.
"Someone got hurt; they're currently in critical condition at the hospital!"
"I heard their injuries are quite severe; it's uncertain if they'll survive."
Wen Qian's heart skipped a beat as she recalled the twitching in her eyelid from last night and this morning.
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