Chapter 136: Wife, I’ve Come to Take You Home  

Song Qingqian’s eyes widened in shock.  

In an instant, astonishment and joy surged through her chest like two whirlwinds, sweeping over her entire body.  

She had accomplished something unimaginable.  

“I… I caught it… I caught it… It was me!”  

Sitting on the ground, Song Qingqian gripped the large hen tightly with both hands. Her delicate face was smudged with dirt, her carefully styled hair was disheveled, and her clothes were covered in dust.  

She had never looked like this before.  

Yet, she did not care in the slightest. Instead, a radiant and exuberant smile spread across her face.  

Her proud phoenix eyes curved into crescent moons.  

The arrogance she once carried had been replaced by pure joy.  

Lifting her head excitedly, Song Qingqian called out loudly to Jiang Rou.  

“Jiang Rou, look! I caught this big hen!”  

She did not know why, but at that moment, she felt happier than when she bought an expensive French designer dress.  

Jiang Rou laughed along with her.  

She nodded. “That’s right, you caught it.”  

Lin Yulan, recovering from her continuous state of shock, gradually calmed down and smiled with admiration.  

“Qingqian, you’re even more capable than we imagined.”  

Another military wife chimed in: “Yes, you’re amazing! We’ve been trying so hard to catch it, but no matter what, we couldn’t. Yet you managed to do it in just one try!”  

None of them paid any attention to Song Qingqian’s current disheveled state.  

Instead, they sincerely praised her and felt happy for what she had accomplished.  

There was no longer any distance between them and the “capitalist’s daughter”—they were comrades-in-arms who had caught a chicken together.  

Seeing the dust on each other’s faces, the four of them playfully teased one another and laughed even harder.  

“I’m not that great… I… I was just lucky to catch it in one go.” Song Qingqian said, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes sparkling with joy.  

It had been a long time since she had laughed so freely.  

What a wonderful afternoon!  

Just as the atmosphere was at its liveliest—  

Song Qingqian’s gaze landed on something not far behind Jiang Rou. Her pupils trembled slightly.  

The smile on her face suddenly froze.  

Jiang Rou, sharp-eyed, immediately noticed the change in Song Qingqian’s expression.  

At the same time—  

Jiang Rou’s ears twitched slightly.  

She heard a faint voice.  

“Regiment Commander Zhou, I’ve moved out of the Military Camp dormitory. I’m staying at my sister’s place now. Lin Yulan, she’s my sister. We’re not blood-related, but we grew up together and have always been very close.”

“I’m really sorry about the misunderstanding last time. I’ve been wanting to apologize to you, but I just couldn’t find the right opportunity. My sister’s house is not far from Regiment Commander Zhou’s place. Why don’t I treat you to a meal as a token of my sincerity?”  

“Regiment Commander Zhou, Regiment Commander Zhou… You went to the city some time ago, didn’t you? I know the city better than anyone—where to have fun, where to eat, I know it all. If you ever need recommendations, feel free to ask me…”  

The voice, at first distant, gradually came closer.  

Along with it came a series of approaching footsteps.  

Jiang Rou did not need to turn around. Her brows were already deeply furrowed.  

When she finally did turn—  

Just as expected.  

Jiang Rou saw Zhou Zhongshan’s tall figure, and following behind him was Lin Yuyao.  

Zhou Zhongshan strode forward with large steps, forcing Lin Yuyao to half-run just to barely keep up.  

However, the scene was slightly different from what Jiang Rou had imagined.  

Zhou Zhongshan was not alone. Beside him was Guard Song Yan—  

And—He Donglai.  

Oh~  

So that’s how it is~  

Jiang Rou finally understood why Song Qingqian’s expression had suddenly frozen.  

The annoyance she felt upon seeing Lin Yuyao quickly faded at the sight of He Donglai.  

After all, watching a potential couple interact was far more satisfying.  

Jiang Rou’s gaze eventually landed on Zhou Zhongshan.  

As Zhou Zhongshan drew closer, he caught sight of her current state. His sharp eyes flickered, and his thick brows lifted slightly.  

This woman, holding a large hen in her left hand and another in her right, grinning from ear to ear—  

Was this really his delicate little wife?  

Zhou Zhongshan’s entire worldview was shaken once again.  

And just like that, the atmosphere fell into silence.  

Only the captured hens continued clucking noisily.  

The situation had become quite delicate.  

Lin Yulan, who had just helped a fallen military wife to her feet, stood to the side with her.  

Zhou Xiaochuan held Zhou Xiaohua’s hand by the entrance, his small face just beginning to relax, while Zhou Xiaohua beamed with excitement at the sight of Zhou Zhongshan.

Off to the side—  

Song Qingqian sat on the ground, covered in dust and looking utterly disheveled.  

Her face was filled with embarrassment and helplessness, completely at a loss for what to do.  

The large hen in her hands nearly escaped again.  

She instinctively tightened her grip, lowered her head, and never looked up again.  

She did not want anyone to see her like this.  

Especially not He Donglai.  

This man had been gone for a whole week, yet he just had to return at the exact moment when she was at her most wretched.  

The pride of the aloof young lady shattered into pieces.  

Not far away stood Zhou Zhongshan, He Donglai, Song Yan, and Lin Yuyao, who had just arrived.  

Their expressions varied.  

There was no need to mention Lin Yuyao.  

Song Yan, on the other hand, had widened his eyes at the scene before him. His lips twitched as if he wanted to burst out laughing but held back due to the tense atmosphere.  

Zhou Zhongshan paid no attention to anyone else.  

His eyes were fixed solely on Jiang Rou. The sharp coldness in his dark gaze softened ever so slightly.  

He Donglai’s expression was far more complex.  

There was shock, disbelief, and even a trace of absurdity—yet he could not look away.  

He adjusted the glasses on his nose, as if trying to confirm whether the woman in the distance was truly his wife.  

The distinguished heiress from Hucheng, the one who always carried herself with elegance, was now sitting on the ground, her clothes dirty, holding a large hen in her arms.  

None of it seemed like something Song Qingqian would ever do.  

And yet, here she was.  

With her head lowered, she refused to show her face.  

He Donglai could only see the faint redness of her cheek and her flushed ears.  

He found it… captivating.  

The way Song Qingqian looked when she was flustered was beautiful.  

The way her hair was messy was beautiful.  

Even when she was covered in dust, she was still beautiful.  

His gaze silently swept over every detail.  

When his eyes landed on the faint redness of the scrapes on her wrist, he paused.  

His brows furrowed slightly.  

This scene—if it wasn’t an Asura field, it was certainly a legendary moment.  

Finally—  

It was Zhou Zhongshan who broke the silence.  

“Wife, I’ve come to take you home.”