Chapter 20: Captain Fu is a soldier! He is amazing!

It was late June, just the right time to harvest the winter wheat.

In her past life, Jiang Wan had grown up in a welfare institute in the countryside, and had helped the caretakers work in the fields before. But later, when she was about to start junior high, the welfare institute was sponsored by a wealthy benefactor, and to give the children better living and learning conditions, they moved to the city.

Now, seeing the scene of a bountiful harvest before her, Jiang Wan was momentarily lost in thought, a touch of bittersweet nostalgia rising in her heart. Her steps slowed slightly.

“Hey! Commander Fu! I brought your sickle! Hahaha, and not just the sickle—I brought your wife and kids too!” Zhao Yulan, who had a straightforward personality, shouted loudly.

In the golden wheat field, the villagers who were harvesting all looked up in unison when they heard her.

The summer wind, already carrying the heat of the season, blew through the girl’s long, dark braid. Jiang Wan had tied her glossy black hair into a long ponytail that hung over her slim shoulder for convenience. Her fair, tender face, under the evening sun, seemed veiled in a warm, soft light. Her delicate and pretty features made her look like a fairy that had descended from the heavens—so out of place among the dusty country roads of Heping Village that just one glance made it hard to look away.

A few older uncles, not caring much about decorum, joked and laughed.

“Oh my heavens! What kind of wife did Commander Fu marry this time?”

“Looks like a fairy straight out of a storybook!”

“Hahaha, just look at this girl—bright eyes, beautiful face—it’s a shame she’s paired with a rough guy like Commander Fu! Hey girl! My son is only three years older than you, and he’s a city-educated youth, too! If you ever regret your decision, come find Uncle! My boy’s still single!”

Hearing that, Jiang Wan frowned slightly without a word. “City-educated youth”—that really was a term she disliked. If she remembered correctly, the true daughter’s fiancé was also one of those city-educated youth! The original Jiang Wan liked him and kept hovering around him not out of narcissism, but because Gao Luming—her crush—was nice to all the female comrades, always smiling and considerate. In Jiang Wan’s eyes, he was like a human air conditioner—charming and cool to everyone.

“Oh come on, Uncle Li, don’t tease little Comrade Jiang like that! She’s a city girl, young and shy—if you embarrass her, what then!” Zhao Yulan stood next to Jiang Wan, waving her hand worriedly, afraid the villagers’ enthusiasm might scare the girl.

But Jiang Wan quickly collected herself and smiled sweetly. Then she turned to the old uncle and said:

“Uncle, my husband Commander Fu is a soldier! That’s a great and honorable profession!”

“I respect him deeply, so there’s no need to talk about who’s worthy of whom.”

“I’m sure your son is an outstanding young man too, and I hope he finds a wonderful young comrade for a partner.”

Her smile was soft and sweet, and her bright apricot eyes curved like crescents—just watching her felt like drinking honey.

The villagers all sighed in admiration.

In the wheat field, Commander Fu Jingchuan, who had been squatting and harvesting wheat in a military green tank top, finally couldn’t help himself. His body tensed for a moment before he stood up.

When he looked up, he saw that delicate, elegant figure standing on the dirt path.

His throat tightened slightly, and he suddenly felt the evening sun a bit too warm on his skin. He casually tossed the sickle to the ground and strode toward Jiang Wan with his long legs.

Someone in the crowd even whistled playfully.

Jiang Wan was momentarily stunned, then spotted that tall, imposing figure walking toward her, bathed in the red glow of the setting sun.

His bronzed skin glistened with sweat, his chiseled face tense and unreadable. Beads of sweat slid down his sharp brow bone, then disappeared into the collar of his military-green tank top.

He was tall and solidly built, wearing camouflage trousers and rubber shoes.

Jiang Wan felt her heart thudding uncontrollably, her breathing quickening—this man was just too full of raw masculine energy. He was driving her wild!

Exploding hormones! Stay calm, Jiang Wan. Stay calm!

Jiang Wan tried to compose herself, but the two little ones had already dashed off excitedly.

“Dad!!”

“Daddy!!”

The two little ones had eyes reflecting the setting sun, running like cheerful little birds into the field.

The villagers around them were surprised.

“Oh wow! Aren’t those Commander Fu’s kids? We hardly ever see them!”

“I think I saw that… what’s her name again? Oh right, Little Comrade Jiang! She’s the one who brought the kids out!”

“Oh wow, looks like Commander Fu really married the right woman—she even brings the kids out to play. Must be a kindhearted person!”

Commander Fu caught Fu Chen with one arm and Fu Xiaoyan with the other, but instead of putting them down, he actually lifted them both at the waist—one on each side!

Jiang Wan was dumbfounded. Was he treating the kids like two little accessories?

But the kids were loving it, laughing loudly with their cheeks flushed red. Jiang Wan hadn’t seen them this happy in days!

Holding one child on each side, Fu Jingchuan walked up to Jiang Wan. His thick black lashes lowered slightly, eyes burning with a barely concealed heat. In a deep, hoarse voice, he asked:

“Why did you come?”

“I… I brought you the sickle.” Jiang Wan looked up at him timidly.

Standing in front of her, the man felt like a mountain. She didn’t want to seem timid, but his presence was simply too overwhelming.

“Was it heavy?” Fu Jingchuan’s throat bobbed. His feelings were a bit complicated.

He recalled her earlier sweet, open voice saying: “My husband, Commander Fu, is a soldier! That’s very honorable!”

That line had been playing on repeat in his mind ever since, growing darker and deeper with every repetition—impossible to ignore.

“Give it to me,” he said, glancing at her fair, slender wrist, afraid the weight might hurt her.

He gently set Fu Chen and Fu Xiaoyan down, then reached out to take the sickle from her.

In a low voice, he said:

“Wait here with the kids. The cut wheat stalks in the field are sharp. I don’t want you getting scratched.”

“I’ll finish this bit up, then we’ll head home.”

“I’ll take care of the rest tomorrow during the day.”