Chapter 6

Wen Nuan looked at the figure in front of him and felt that the person was incredibly tall.

His shoulders were broad and sturdy, his back straight, and even from just a silhouette, he radiated an immense sense of security.

In the moment that Wen Nuan was stunned, the man walked towards Wen Wenkang.

As the distance widened, Wen Nuan recognized that the man was wearing a neat and straight green military uniform. Beneath the uniform were long, powerful legs, revealing a strong and straight outline.

In the sunlight, he slightly lowered his face, and his perfect jawline made him appear both serious and proud.

Just as Wen Nuan was deep in thought, the man approached Wen Wenkang. Without any effort, he effortlessly lifted him up and performed a reverse arm twist. The force was so great that Wen Wenkang immediately cried out in pain, “I was wrong, I won’t dare again. Please, please let go—”

The next moment, Wen Wenkang clearly saw the man’s face, his eyes immediately widening in fear as he stammered, “Sister, brother-in-law… I—I truly know I was wrong…”

Upon hearing this, the man coldly snorted, “Bullying the weak and defenseless mother and daughter? What kind of man are you? If there’s a next time, I’ll beat you up!”

After saying this, he twisted Wen Wenkang’s arm hard before finally letting go.

Wen Wenkang let out a pained scream and stumbled to the ground, curling up his body and whimpering, trembling as he held his arm.

But when faced with the man’s sharp and indifferent gaze, Wen Wenkang shrank back, feeling a natural fear of military people—despite having only met this brother-in-law once.

He could no longer pay attention to the pain in his arm; he scrambled to his feet, stumbling as he got up, not daring to move around in front of Wen Nuan. He was so scared that would be taught a lesson again.

As the crowd gathered, Wen Nuan watched Wen Wenkang panic and flee the scene. She slowly withdrew her gaze and instinctively glanced at the man who had his back to her not far away.

“Comrade, thank you.”

As the words fell, the tall figure slowly turned towards her, revealing a handsome face that made Wen Nuan inexplicably hold her breath.

He stood upright, with the afternoon sun casting a warm glow on him, making his facial features appear even more three-dimensional and profound.

He was a man whose striking looks left a lasting impression with just a glance. His thick brows were slightly arched at the ends, and his narrow eyes were dark and bright, sparkling with tiny flecks of light.

His nose was high and straight, and his thin lips were slightly pressed together, resembling a finely carved work of art.

Such a flawless and exquisite face was enough to make countless girls scream and fall for him.

However, he had a buzz cut, the style that most easily revealed imperfections, but at that moment, it showcased his sharp and deep features perfectly.

His cold black eyes were like blades, contrasting sharply with his wheat-colored skin, giving him a dangerously aggressive appearance that made him unforgettable with just one glance.

Wen Nuan felt that those eyes were both familiar and strange.

It had been nearly six months since they last met.

This was her first time seeing him after coming to this world.

Based on “Wen Nuan’s” impression of Gu Qinghan, she only knew that he was a handsome man who was taciturn and rarely smiled.

Now that she saw him, she realized that her judgment aligned quite closely with that of “Wen Nuan”.

This man was indeed handsome, more so than any of the crushes she had ever had.

The two of them stood still, with no further movements, as if time had come to a standstill.

Wen Nuan felt incredibly complicated at that moment; she had never imagined they would meet under such circumstances.

Moreover, she hadn’t recognized him earlier and had called him “comrade.”

In this world, there probably wouldn’t be another couple as estranged as they were.

The man seemed to recall something, and a hint of helplessness crossed his eyes.

Without any hesitation, he walked straight towards her.

Wen Nuan was considering whether to say something else when she noticed Gu Qinghan glance at her indifferently and then stop right in front of her.

He then lowered his shiny black eyes to look at the daughter in the stroller, who was beautifully delicate, her hair and clothes meticulously arranged, and he paused slightly.

The child had just been frightened by Wen Wenkang, and her big, glistening eyes were filled with tears, shining brightly.

Since she was still breastfeeding, she slept well, and her round face was plump, white, and tender, resembling a freshly steamed white bun—soft and squishy.

Especially those large eyes, which had completely inherited Wen Nuan’s genes, sparkling and bright, with eyelashes that looked like tiny fans. When they fluttered, they were even more endearing.

Her delicate little nose, rosy lips, and the cute little hairpin adorning her head made her look even sweeter and more adorable.

Even a man of steel could have moments of tenderness; when Gu Qinghan met the child’s clear and innocent gaze, unfamiliar feelings stirred within his chest.

But he never took that step forward.

Seeing this, Wen Nuan thought about how most parents in this era were reserved and not good at expressing their feelings.

Moreover, Gu Qinghan had only seen the child once since her birth—at that time, the baby had been sleeping, and “Wen Nuan disliked the idea of him waking her up, even refusing to let him hold their baby before sending him away.

After thinking for a couple of seconds, Wen Nuan finally gathered her courage and softly said, “This is our daughter; she’s already seven months old.”

Gu Qinghan furrowed his brows, seemingly at a loss for words at what Wen Nuan had just said.

Wen Nuan ignored his cold expression, slightly bent down, and gently whispered in the little one’s ear: “Sweetheart, this is your daddy.”

Upon hearing this, Gu Qinghan pondered for a moment, then stepped closer, intending to reach out and pick up the child.

However, as soon as the little one caught sight of Gu Qinghan, she twisted her body, and her chubby little arms climbed up Wen Nuan’s neck—holding on tightly.

The child’s bright, dark eyes showed a hint of shyness and fear as she buried his small head in the crook of Wen Nuan’s neck, quietly observing Gu Qinghan.

Gu Qinghan withdrew his hand, which had been up in the air, and then awkwardly took the heavy fish that Wen Nuan was holding.

He said in a deep voice: “I’ll carry it.”

Then, with a lack of warmth, he asked, “Is there anything else you need to buy?”

Wen Nuan responded blankly with an “Ah,” then instinctively said, “Let’s buy some shrimp, too.”

As Gu Qinghan’s figure walked away, Wen Nuan let out a slight sigh of relief. She then lifted her daughter, who was sitting in the stroller, into her arms and gently patted her back, saying, “Don’t be afraid; that’s your father.”

Wen Nuan had already made up her mind to follow Gu Qinghan to the North and no matter what, Gu Qinghan was the child’s father. It was important for the child to slowly build a bond with him.

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While buying shrimp, Gu Qinghan caught glimpses of Wen Nuan and the child in his peripheral vision. He noticed her holding the child, speaking cheerfully, and her eyes were kind and gentle.

On the way back after purchasing the shrimp, Gu Qinghan walked behind Wen Nuan and the child.

Wen Nuan did not look back; she walked ahead at a leisurely pace, pushing the stroller.

Other than occasionally saying a few words to the child, she did not say anything to him the entire way.

The child sat quietly in the wooden stroller, occasionally turning her head to look at him with her big, bright eyes.

When Gu Qinghan met the child’s clear and sparkling gaze, he suddenly felt a wave of discomfort wash over him.

He felt as if he were the kind of bad person who followed women and children.

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Upon returning to the family quarters, Wen Nuan first returned the sister-in-law’s wooden stroller and then engaged in a casual chat with her for a few moments.

Gu Qinghan had already gone home because he had brought back some luggage.

As Wen Nuan stepped inside the house, she heard Gu Qinghan busying himself in the kitchen.

At that moment, Zhao Wuzhu and Gu Qingsong had not yet returned home, leaving just her, Gu Qinghan, and the child in the house.

Wen Nuan carried the child back to the room, planning to change the diaper first and then wash her hands and face.

Wen Nuan had a bit of a cleanliness obsession; she had to clean the child up before doing anything else after coming home.

This room had originally belonged to Gu Qingsong and Gu Qinghan, the two brothers. However, after Gu Qinghan enlisted, the room primarily became Gu Qingsong’s alone.

But after marrying Gu Qinghan, Wen Nuan insisted on moving into the larger room, leaving Gu Qingsong with no choice but to set up a bed in the living room.

Initially, the room was indeed a complete mess.

Wen Nuan was not one to enjoy cleaning, and even the diapers were carelessly tossed on the table, not to mention the dust and clutter that had accumulated.

The windows were covered with cobwebs, and the room hadn’t been tidied up since she moved in.

Later on, whenever the child fell asleep, Wen Nuan took the opportunity to tidy up the room.

She organized and cleaned, putting away many items that were rarely used into a wooden box, and she even washed the cooling mat and mosquito net on the bed.

Now, although her room appeared worn out, everything was arranged neatly. Even the iron bars on the windows were spotless, giving the space a bright and clean look, and it felt considerably larger.

However, at that moment, three military-green duffel bags were positioned at the door, a stark contrast to the room. These were the luggage that Gu Qinghan brought back from the army.

Wen Nuan pretended not to see them and made sure not to touch his belongings.

First, she placed the child on the bed and then took the enamel basin designated for the child as she headed toward the kitchen, preparing to fetch some water.

Gu Qinghan had just come out of the kitchen, twisting an empty wooden bucket in his hand, apparently preparing to fetch water.

When he saw Wen Nuan approaching the kitchen, he stepped aside, signaling for her to go ahead.

Wen Nuan glanced up at him. Years of upbringing made her instinctively say two words: “Thank you.”

Then she turned to the side and entered the kitchen without looking at him again.

By the time Wen Nuan filled the basin with water and returned to the room, she heard a clattering sound of water from the kitchen.

Wen Nuan knew that Gu Qinghan was busy with family chores and didn’t intend to bother him; he didn’t seem like the kind of man who was lazy and unproductive.

The child was now over seven months old and had become quite adept at rolling over. Just in the short time, Wen Nuan was fetching water, the little one had already flipped onto her stomach and crawled a few paces on the bed.

Hearing Wen Nuan’s footsteps, the child turned around with a cheerful smile, as if wanting to play hide-and-seek. She crawled energetically to the corner of the bed.

Wen Nuan placed the basin on the chair and waved to the child, saying, “Come here; I need to wash your hands and face, and we still have to change your diaper.”

The more Wen Nuan called out to her, the more the little one seemed to enjoy the game, hiding in the corner and ignoring her.

Unable to tolerate the child’s antics any longer, Wen Nuan simply grabbed her little legs and pulled her toward the edge of the bed.

The child burst into a fit of giggles, flailing her arms and legs, clearly full of energy and mischief!

Wen Nuan said, “Hold still; we need to change your diaper first. Look how wet you are!”

In the past, she had struggled with changing diapers, but after many practice runs, she had become quite skilled at it.

Now, she finished changing her daughter’s diaper in just a couple of swift movements.

Once the diaper was changed, Wen Nuan carefully washed her daughter’s face and hands.

Finally, the little one was clean and dry again.

However, after getting all cleaned up, the child quickly became restless again.

She raised her chubby little hand and skillfully tugged at Wen Nuan’s shirt collar as if searching for something.

The little mouth started to make sucking sounds, and she let out a few soft whines.

She was hungry.

Wen Nuan had now become skilled at understanding her child’s needs.

She quickly washed her hands, dried them, and then cradled the child in her arms.

After unbuttoning three buttons on her shirt, she prepared to breastfeed the little one.

She went from being a young, single woman to a mother—without any time to adjust in between. It was hard to believe how long it had taken her to mentally prepare for this role.

If the child hadn’t fainted from crying in front of her before, she would never have had the courage to lift her shirt and breastfeed in the first place.

“Where did you put the rice?”

“……”

Wen Nuan watched as the half-closed door was suddenly pushed open, leaving her momentarily unsure whether to cover her face or hide her open shirt.

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