Chapter 30

Commander Yan was furious!

Standing on the stairs, his expression was stern, his gaze sharp as a blade. He locked eyes with Wen Xin.

“Who else do you plan on dating?” he demanded. “Come up.”

Then, without waiting for a response, he turned and strode upstairs.

Wen Xin: “…”

Did she say something wrong? She was just joking!

After observing Yan Zeyang closely over the past few days, she had learned a few things about him. He had a bad temper, and he only responded to softness, not force.

When he got mad, he had a way of making life difficult for people. Just look at that bag of hazelnuts—she still hadn’t finished shelling them.

Wen Xin followed him upstairs. As she stepped inside, she saw Yan Zeyang standing with his back to her. He had set the bottle of medicated oil on the coffee table.

Hearing her enter, he glanced at her, his gaze deep and unreadable, his thin lips pressed tightly together. Then he turned back around, crossing his arms over his chest, standing there without saying a word.

Wen Xin observed him from behind.

A towering height of 1.86 meters.

Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs.

With his arms crossed, the muscles in his shoulders tensed slightly under his tank top. But his stance was rigid, not relaxed—his entire body exuded displeasure.

Since he wasn’t speaking, Wen Xin remained silent as well. The atmosphere upstairs became increasingly stifling.

But as she looked at the well-built figure in front of her—one that could rival a male model’s physique—she couldn’t help but admire it.

Who said men couldn’t be eye candy?

Wen Xin hadn’t come upstairs to argue.

Even if she had been a national-level martial arts champion, she wasn’t confident she could beat Yan Zeyang in a fight.

And since she knew he only responded to gentleness, that made things much easier.

She slowly approached him.

As a military officer, Yan Zeyang had an exceptionally keen sense of awareness. He had already noticed her movements, and as she drew closer, his body instinctively tensed.

Perhaps uncertain of what she was about to do, he didn’t move. His arms remained crossed, muscles subtly tightening, revealing his growing tension.

Wen Xin tentatively reached out and lightly wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

If this had been before, he would have instantly pushed her away, barking orders like “Stand properly!” or “Behave seriously!”

But now, despite the way his muscles stiffened at her touch, he didn’t push her away.

Nor did he tell her to stop.

Wen Xin nestled against his back, Wen Xin rubbed her face against him and peeked up to ask, “So now we don’t have to follow the two-meter rule anymore?”

He reached down, gently pried her mischievous hands away from his abs, and set them aside. Though her soft embrace had significantly eased the tense atmosphere from earlier, his expression remained stern. He glanced down at her freshly washed, rosy face, her skin gleaming with a delicate sheen, making her look like fine porcelain with a perfect glaze.

Her slightly pursed pink lips resembled a ripe, translucent cherry—enticing.

“I have a question for you.” His expression turned serious, brows furrowing slightly as he fixed his gaze on her. “Have you… had intimate interactions with anyone else before?”

“What do you mean by ‘intimate interactions’?”

“You tell me.”

“Heh, of course not! I don’t even look at other people. In my eyes, there’s only you…”

Whatever happened in another lifetime had nothing to do with this era. In this time and place, she genuinely had not.

At first, Yan Zeyang’s sharp gaze remained locked onto her, scrutinizing her words. After all, people in this era weren’t accustomed to sweet talk or flirting. They rarely expressed love and had little experience with emotional intimacy.

But Wen Xin? She spoke with a straight face, her tone natural and confident, making his heart skip a beat.

Words like hers were enough to make most people blush and stare in disbelief. Of course, Yan the Devil didn’t blush or freeze in shock. Instead, he averted his gaze, cleared his throat, and casually dropped his arms.

Alright, they would let this conversation slide.

He picked up the bottle of medicated oil from the table and said, “You’re a young woman. You should be more mindful of your reputation. Stop talking about finding a partner all the time, and don’t get so close to just anyone. Do you think that’s appropriate?”

“How am I being inappropriate?”

“You tell me.” He gave her a sidelong glance.

“All I did was kiss you! I didn’t do it with anyone else. If I can’t kiss others, then what am I supposed to do when I want to kiss you?” Wen Xin blinked her round, grape-like eyes at him.

Yan Zeyang: “…”

He had never met a woman like her before. Were these even things a woman should say? Even most men wouldn’t dare say such things out loud.

Strangely, though, while he could pick out countless things wrong with her words, the moment she said them to him, they didn’t seem inappropriate at all.

After a moment of silence, he didn’t launch into another one of his lectures about proper boundaries like he had in the car earlier that day. Instead, under her expectant gaze, he cleared his throat and, with a straight face, said, “Just be mindful of your behavior in public.”

Oh… So in public, no. But at home, when no one else is around…?

Wen Xin happily rolled up her sleeve.

Yan Zeyang’s grip was strong, making her wince in pain as she instinctively tried to pull her arm back.

Her fair, delicate arm, smooth like a lotus root, was held firmly in his grasp. He carefully massaged the bruises, but as he rubbed, an inexplicable heat spread through his chest. He had never realized how soft and delicate a woman’s skin could be. Afraid of hurting her, he barely applied any pressure, but even then, she kept gasping in pain. His movements became even gentler.

…

After dinner, He Wenyan went out for a stroll to digest, while Yan Miaomiao ran off to play with the other kids in the courtyard.

When she returned from her walk and didn’t see Wen Xin anywhere, she wondered where she had gone. As she was heading to her room, she paused, hearing a soft sound from upstairs—a faint, mosquito-like hum.

She hesitated for a moment, but when no other sounds followed, she continued on her way.

…

Upstairs, however, there had been movement all along.

Though quiet, Wen Xin’s hums were persistent, her lips mischievous, her round little bottom shifting restlessly on someone’s lap.

Twice, Yan Zeyang let out a deep grunt, gripping her wandering hands—barely managing to hold them still. Finally, unable to restrain her any longer, he picked her up entirely and set her back down on the floor.

Wen Xin had been enjoying herself, growing more and more eager, pulling his hands toward her waist. But just as things were heating up, he abruptly lifted her and placed her down.

The sudden interruption left her both frustrated and unsatisfied. She pouted, wrapping her arms around his neck, refusing to let go as she nuzzled into him with soft whimpers.

Years of military discipline had honed Yan Zeyang’s self-control beyond that of ordinary men, but he never could have imagined a day like this—where a temptress as soft as warm jade would twist and turn in his arms, making escape impossible.

He was torn. Pulling away wasn’t an option, but neither was giving in.

Somehow, during their passionate exchange, two buttons on her shirt had come undone, and in that brief glance, he saw the twin mounds of soft, snow-white flesh that he could have easily taken in his grasp.

But discipline forced him to look away. He leaned back slightly, dodging her eager, rosy lips, his voice hoarse as he murmured, “No, Wen Xin. Not yet.”

“What do you mean, ‘not yet’? What’s not working? If something’s wrong, you should go to the hospital and get checked out!” Wen Xin snapped, exasperated.

Being doubted in this way was the ultimate insult to any man.

Yan Zeyang clenched her slender waist in frustration, tempted to prove his capability right then and there. How dare she question him?

Yet, despite the fire in his veins, he forced himself to stay in control. Coldly, he removed her arms from his neck, buttoned up her shirt, and thought to himself—she would have her day.

…

Late at night, Wen Xin tiptoed downstairs.

Yan Zeyang didn’t return to his room until he saw her safely back in hers.

Then, back in his study, he sat at his desk, hesitated for a long time, then finally picked up a pen and wrote four words: Marriage Application Report.

As for the Wen family… Yan Zeyang frowned.

If they stayed quiet and behaved, he would let them be—for now.

…

When love takes hold, it’s hard to part.

Especially after getting a taste of sweetness.

Every morning, Wen Xin would cling to Commander Yan, refusing to let him go for a long time before finally allowing him to leave. If it were anyone else, Yan Zeyang would have lost patience and shoved them aside without hesitation.

Yet, he never expected that one day, he would be so utterly conquered by a woman—spoiling her, indulging her, unable to bear pushing her away.

And when she pouted those little red lips, whispering sweet nothings about how much she missed him, how long they would have to be apart, and if he could come home early…

Even a hardened soldier like him couldn’t resist.

Such seemingly naive questions would normally sound foolish, yet when Yan the Devil heard them, they filled his heart with warmth and satisfaction. He indulged her as she playfully nestled in his arms, almost letting her have her way with him.

He kissed her soft lips before adjusting his tone, regaining his usual stern and dignified demeanor. However, his voice remained husky as he said, “Alright, we’re at the courtyard entrance. If someone sees us, mind your image. Don’t run around aimlessly during the day. I’ll come back early tonight.”

For the first time in his life, this proud and aloof man felt reluctant to part with someone. He even had an unfamiliar urge—before he had even left, he already longed to return home.

…

That afternoon, after submitting his report and handling important matters, Commander Yan checked the time before grabbing his car keys and leaving his office.

He planned to buy some things for Wen Xin. Since they were getting married, there were many preparations to make. Given her delicate and pampered nature, she certainly wasn’t suited for such errands. So, Commander Yan decided to take care of them himself.

Exiting the military compound, he slowed down as he turned a corner, only to see a woman suddenly dash toward his car.

Frowning, he stepped on the brakes.

“Are you Commander Yan?”

A young female student approached his car window and spoke in a crisp, clear voice. “Hello, my name is Song Qian. I’m a first-year student at XXXX University and a member of our school’s bulletin board team. For our next issue, we’d like to feature a report on military life. I heard that you’ve been awarded five first-class military honors and that you’re a distinguished hero. Would you be available to give us a tour of your army unit?”

Song Qian?

Commander Yan’s brows furrowed as he recalled the name from a file—his political commissar, Ye, had mentioned that their neighbor’s daughter, Song Qian, was studying at XXXX University. Given the low probability of two students with the same name attending the same school, it was highly likely that the girl standing before him was indeed the daughter of Wen Xin’s former neighbors.

Without betraying any emotion, he glanced at the girl smiling politely at him through the window. His gaze fell on the plum blossom-brand wristwatch she was wearing.

“Apologies, but military grounds are off-limits to civilians,” he replied coolly, his tone purely official.

“Then… if we have questions, can we reach out to you? Could you give me your mailing address so I can send you a letter?” she asked.

“Military secrets. No comment,” Yan Zeyang responded indifferently.

“And one more thing—don’t recklessly run into the street to stop vehicles. It’s dangerous. Please be mindful of your safety.”

With that, he coldly withdrew his gaze, restarted the car, and drove away without another word.

Song Qian stood there, stunned by the cold wind, her mind swirling with confusion. Why? Why was this different from what she expected? This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! Wasn’t he supposed to give her his mailing address?