Chapter 37

After a brief conversation, Xue Miaoyun went to wash up and then fell asleep again.

She needed proper rest to regain her strength. By noon the next day, Zhao Wenyuan had reached his destination.

“Don’t worry, just stay here. You can remain in this place until you reach your destination—I’ve arranged everything. Do you need me to send a telegram to your husband?” Zhao Wenyuan asked, still concerned.

She couldn’t help but laugh. “No need. I’m not a child anymore. This was just a mistake on my part.”

Right now, she deeply regretted not making a call back then to confirm things. Had she become one of those people who lost their heads over love? Ugh.

“All right then, Doctor Xue, I’ll take my leave.”

“Goodbye.”

After seeing Zhao Wenyuan off, Xue Miaoyun dropped all pretense and composure in the cabin. She leaned against the bed, trying to figure out how she could save Cang Ling’s life once she got to the military camp. But she quickly realized—there was likely nothing she could do. After all, she couldn’t ask the military command to stop assigning missions to him. And there was no way for her to even know what missions were coming up.

So then… what was the point of her going?

According to Zhao Meihua, Cang Ling’s death wasn’t far off. That mission must be happening soon. But Zhao Meihua didn’t know the exact date either. Still, even if she did—so what? Cang Ling was a soldier. Obedience to orders was his duty. Even if he knew he was marching to his death, he would do so without hesitation.

Xue Miaoyun suddenly felt a splitting headache.

Was she really destined to become a widow?

Creating an accident to keep Cang Ling from taking the mission—that was impossible. Then how could she save his life? Maybe Life’s Blue could help. According to Zhao Meihua, Cang Ling didn’t die on the spot—he passed away on the way to the hospital. But the Life’s Blue couldn’t be stored externally. Once taken out of the space, it would quickly lose its effectiveness.

So… was there really no other way?

Xue Miaoyun wrestled with her thoughts the entire journey. Perhaps it was because of this that the trip seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye.

When she finally arrived at the destination and stepped off the train, she still hadn’t come up with any solution.

Watching the crowds bustling about under the blue sky and white clouds, Xue Miaoyun let out a heavy sigh.

“Ah Yun.”

Hm?

Xue Miaoyun’s eyes widened. “Cang Ling, you—how did you know I…”

The rest of her sentence was cut off—because Cang Ling pulled her tightly into his arms. She felt him trembling.

“C-Cang Ling!”

What’s wrong with him?

“Ah Yun, I was so worried. I thought I was going to lose my mind. I’m just glad you’re okay—thank goodness you’re okay!”

Xue Miaoyun stayed silent for a moment, then wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m sorry. I acted recklessly.”

In the car…

Xue Miaoyun looked at the person holding her hand, not letting go for even a moment.

“I called Shuize Village and found out you had left in a hurry. I was afraid something had happened, so I called Uncle Xun. He said you weren’t home… I checked the train records and realized you came here…”

Though they had only exchanged a few words, Xue Miaoyun could tell how difficult it must have been.

She gently took Cang Ling’s slender, well-defined hand and placed it on her face, rubbing against it affectionately.

“I’m sorry, truly sorry. I just… I just missed you too much,” Xue Miaoyun said, her voice soft and laced with a touch of playful affection.

A wave of sweetness surged in Cang Ling’s heart, and whatever irritation he had just felt completely melted away.

“Wife, you really have me wrapped around your finger,” Cang Ling said as he leaned down to fasten her seatbelt.

Looking at his handsome face so close to hers, Xue Miaoyun didn’t hesitate. She lowered her head and kissed his attractive, thin lips. After all, the seal had already been stamped—he was hers. What harm could a kiss do?

Cang Ling was startled by the sudden kiss at first but quickly realized—this was his wife. Without a second thought, he wrapped his large hand around the back of Miaoyun’s head.

What began as a light peck turned into a deep, lingering kiss filled with emotion.

“Hah… Ah Ling…” Xue Miaoyun was breathless from his passionate response.

Cang Ling’s hand traced behind her ear and along her neck as he lowered his head, trying to calm the excitement in both his heart and body…

Xue Miaoyun quickly collected herself, looked at him, and chuckled. “Ah Ling, are you okay?”

Cang Ling raised his head, his dark eyes deep and intense. “You’ll know tonight whether I’m okay or not.”

Xue Miaoyun: Had she just dug a pit and buried herself in it?

During the ride, the two shared what had happened during their time apart. Xue Miaoyun told him about the people she had helped, as well as her encounter with Zhao Wenyuan on the train.

“…I was lucky to run into Comrade Zhao. Otherwise, I might’ve fainted halfway through the trip,” she admitted.

Cang Ling listened to his little wife attentively, keeping a calm expression on his face. Still, deep down, he wasn’t entirely thrilled about another man having taken care of her.

When the car stopped in front of a courtyard, Xue Miaoyun realized they had arrived at their home.

“This place is pretty big,” she said, looking at the two-story house. Both the front and back had spacious yards, and the entire property was enclosed by a sturdy wall.

“Mhm, it’s a bit remote out here, so the space is larger. Go ahead and check out the house. I’ll return the car. I’ve already arranged most things, but if there’s anything else you need, let me know and I’ll have someone pick it up,” Cang Ling said. He had noticed she only brought a small bundle—she’d likely need a lot more.

“Got it. Hurry back,” Xue Miaoyun replied as she glanced around the empty yard, already planning what she wanted to plant.

In her previous life, she had always dreamed of owning a courtyard like this—planting flowers and vegetables in spring and summer, admiring the snow in autumn and winter. She truly loved this kind of home.

The yard looked a little barren, but the house itself was spotless, clearly cleaned not long ago. Most of the furniture was new, probably arranged by Cang Ling.

She went into the bedroom and saw that the bed was large, though there were no blankets. She immediately retrieved a quilt, pillows, and a clean cotton bedding set from her space. She had already made up her mind.

Then she checked the kitchen—just as she expected, it was completely empty. She brought out some seasonings and cooking tools and neatly arranged them.

When Cang Ling returned and found the house suddenly filled with items, he was a bit puzzled. Could her little bundle really hold this much?

“You’re back. Come here, I need to talk to you,” Xue Miaoyun said, waving him over.

Seeing her serious expression, Cang Ling knew this wasn’t something trivial. He took a few long strides and sat down next to her.

“Sit,” Xue Miaoyun said, pulling him to her side.

“This is something I wasn’t supposed to tell you. I’m the last of my line—after me, the bloodline won’t continue. But things have changed. I refuse to end up like my mother, who lost her husband and lived the rest of her life in sorrow,” Xue Miaoyun declared, completely serious as she fabricated the explanation.

She had no choice. The rules around her golden finger strictly forbade her from revealing their existence.