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Not long after the New Year, the wedding date for Kuan Huimei and Liu Heng was set. Both families were delighted and filled with joy. Liu Heng was so proud in the army that he nearly got beaten up by his comrades. Kuan Huimei couldn't contain her laughter either; she was particularly happy every day.
On their wedding day, the ceremony took place in the army. They felt that since they had met in the military, it was only fitting to celebrate their union there. They believed it was a great blessing to hold their wedding in such a meaningful place.
On the day of the wedding, family members gathered to show their support. The young soldiers in the unit nearly exhausted Liu Heng with their antics, but it was Kuan Huimei, wielding a shovel, who came to his rescue. He lay pitifully in her embrace, scolding his brothers for their lack of decency. Kuan Huimei comforted him by gently patting his head.
In front of everyone, they displayed their affection, prompting laughter and teasing from the crowd. Especially their parents, who were blushing with embarrassment at how openly their children expressed their love in front of so many people. Wen Qian found their way of interacting quite endearing. She wished she could be a little happier and more humorous like them.
However, her past experiences weighed heavily on her heart. Each event had shaped her character, making it impossible for her to be as carefree as Kuan Huimei. Wen Qian knew deep down that she was a hidden tough person. When pushed to her limits, she would not hesitate to retaliate fiercely against her enemies.
She could pretend to be oblivious and wear a kind smile, but she had faced death and endured pain that stripped away everything she held dear. She had witnessed her son being bullied to death. She was no longer the cheerful and playful Wen Qian of the past. The calmness she felt now was merely a result of living a relatively smooth and happy life, where her son could grow up safely and joyfully.
She didn't want to fall back into pain again.
Suddenly, she felt warmth in her palm as someone held her hand. Turning her head, she saw the man beside her smiling at her. Lu Zheng's breathing was slightly uneven; he had noticed the shift in her emotions and the coldness reflected in her eyes. A pang of pain shot through him, making it hard for him to breathe.
His gaze toward Wen Qian was filled with reassurance and promise—a promise not to let those feelings surface again.
After the wedding, Kuan Huimei and Liu Heng moved into the family quarters. Liu Heng had recently been promoted due to his relentless dedication during missions. When he lay on a hospital bed recovering from an injury, Kuan Huimei pounded on him in frustration, tearfully telling him that if he kept pushing himself like this, she wouldn’t want him anymore. Exhausted from crying, she lay beside him, watching over him with concern.
"Does it hurt?"
Every time, Liu Heng would kiss her fiercely, then pretend to be in pain, looking at her with a pitiful expression while mumbling about his discomfort.
That little rascal was a good actor; he could always trick Ke Huimei into feeling heartache and shedding tears.
Lu Wenwen and Yang Tong also reached a good conclusion. Yang Tong took the initiative to confess his past feelings for Wen Qian to Lu Wenwen, as well as his current attitude and emotions. He expressed that he had cleared his heart and now only saw Wen Qian as a sister.
"If you mind, then let's just leave it at that!" he said. If it never started, they wouldn't waste each other's time, nor would there be deeper emotional entanglements or bonds.
Lu Wenwen shook her head, smiling gently at Yang Tong. "I don't care about your past feelings. As long as you’ve moved on, I’m willing to enter your heart again, as long as it’s only me inside from now on."
She was the one who liked him first. He wasn't the first to meet her; it was normal for him to have liked someone else before. On the contrary, she didn't feel angry; instead, she thought he was truly someone worth trusting.
He could give so much sincerity to Wen Qian; then wouldn’t he treat her even better? Wouldn’t he invest even more of his heart?
Yang Tong let out a sigh of relief, revealing a smile as he gently took her hand, squeezing it gratefully with an apologetic look.
Yang Tong brought her home to meet his family, and soon the Yang family came to discuss marriage with the Lu family. Their wedding went smoothly, with both sets of parents being particularly supportive.
Yang Tong's abilities and character were top-notch, so the Lu family felt reassured and very satisfied with him. As for the Yang family, they couldn't say enough good things about Lu Wenwen; they felt like their ancestors were smiling down upon them for being able to marry such a wonderful girl.
The wedding was especially lively, held grandly in the military camp. Yang Liu's family also came to celebrate.
Yang Liu shared some news with Wen Qian—news about the Lu family. It turned out that Lu's father had died in an accident while drunk; by the time he was found, half of him had already been eaten by wild dogs and other animals. In the end, he was hastily buried.
Lu Yao had also met with misfortune while working in the fields; he accidentally fell into a latrine and drowned. Apparently, after some complaints about him working in the fields being a nuisance, they assigned him a job of carrying waste instead, which he did slowly.
Unexpectedly, while slacking off, he neglected the southernmost public toilet until it overflowed. One slip later, he fell right in.
He was discovered only the next afternoon, but by then it was too late.
As for Zhang Yan, no one knew where she had run off to; she still hadn’t been found. However, there were rumors that she might have been taken by the Zhang family.
Being taken by that group of tigers meant Zhang Yan wouldn’t have an easy life ahead of her—certainly not better than Wen Qian’s previous days.
Yang Liu spoke with a sense of disbelief.
No one expected that the Lu family would vanish so quickly.
Wen Qian let out a sigh, and a fog that had lingered in her heart suddenly dissipated. She felt a lightness within her, accompanied by a slight sting in her eyes.
Yang Liu patted Wen Qian's hand. "Sister, to be honest, this family is nothing but bad people getting what they deserve. It's all their fault for the sins they've committed. Don't be afraid; it has nothing to do with you."
Wen Qian smiled and nodded. "I know; I stopped caring about their feelings a long time ago."
That evening, Wen Qian briefly told Lu Zheng about the incident, but he had no significant reaction. He simply nodded lightly, indicating that he understood.
Lu Zheng tightened his arm around Wen Qian. "Let me tell you something about my past."
He then recounted a short story. In essence, it was about unrequited love leading to revenge. Initially, Lu Zheng's father had fallen for Lu Zheng's mother, but she did not return his feelings; instead, she fell for Zhao An, who was Lu Zheng's father's brother.
The two of them became inseparable. Lu Zheng's father secretly observed them and sought an opportunity for revenge.
When Lu Zheng was born, there was still conflict in the area. Zhao An was a great soldier who actively participated in battles to defend the country. In a moment of crisis, Lu Zheng's mother fled with him but was ambushed by Lu Zheng's father along the way.
She died!
At first, Lu Zheng's father did not intend to kill her; he only wanted her to agree to live with him from then on. But she refused.
So he took action.
He also took Lu Zheng and contemplated killing him but ultimately decided it would be better to raise him as a burden, forcing him to work for his own children for life. A sense of twisted satisfaction arose within him.
Thus, Lu Zheng survived.
The name "Lu Zheng" meant that he would bear the title of righteousness while enduring what should have been a thousand tortures. Even his name was a subtle mockery of him.
However, what he did not expect was that the child would not become a burden; instead, he thrived more and more, which filled his father with jealousy and hatred.
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