Chapter 19 Focus

Luo Jiaojiao, brought back by Leng Mohan, has become the talk of the troops.

Someone glimpsed Leng Mohan’s open window, where he hung out his clothes to dry. Not only were there his military uniforms, but also several obviously feminine skirts, elegantly swaying in the breeze.

This undoubtedly confirmed the long-standing rumor that Leng Mohan had indeed brought back a woman—his wife.

Meanwhile, Zhou Wenwen returned to her empty home, utterly alone. Her parents had gone to a wedding banquet at her maternal grandfather’s relatives’ house, and her older brother hadn’t returned yet.

As soon as she entered, anger propelled her to smash everything breakable in the room. Finally, exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed, tears silently streaming down her face. Jealousy and disappointment flooded her heart, overwhelming and unstoppable.

Zhou Wenwen had liked and pursued Leng Mohan for five years, yet he had brought back a wife, completely disregarding her feelings. She wept uncontrollably throughout the afternoon.

Leng Mohan was unaware of, and unconcerned about, Zhou Wenwen’s sorrow. In his eyes, she was insignificant.

While hanging his clothes, Leng Mohan noticed someone watching him, but he paid no attention. He hung Luo Jiaojiao’s undergarments inside the window, in a sunny spot to ensure they dried.

“Are you alright staying home alone? If you’re still sleepy, take a nap, or have some snacks. I need to take care of some things regarding our marriage and house approval,” Leng Mohan asked Luo Jiaojiao gently.

“Yes, I’m fine alone at home. I’ll stay put and won’t go out. You don’t need to worry about me. I wouldn’t dare go out while you’re away,” Luo Jiaojiao replied understandingly, showing her consideration for his busy schedule.

“I’ll find something to do to keep myself occupied. Don’t worry about me,” Luo Jiaojiao said softly, looking at him with a sensible and well-behaved expression.

“Okay.” Leng Mohan nodded, then turned to leave. He glanced deeply at Zhou Wenwen, a glint of firmness and determination in his eyes.

He knew he had to handle everything properly, preventing Luo Jiaojiao from gaining a bad reputation. His relationship with Zhou Wenwen had always been innocent, and he didn’t want misunderstandings to complicate matters.

He warned again, “Remember, no matter who knocks, don’t open the door unless it’s me. This is very important.”

Zhou Wenwen nodded, her eyes filled with understanding and trust. She knew Leng Mohan was trustworthy and would handle everything.

Leng Mohan nodded in satisfaction. He knew he had much to do, but he was prepared. He wouldn’t let anything harm Luo Jiaojiao.

“Wouldn’t it be bad if someone knocks and I don’t open the door? Wouldn’t that be rude? What if they say something mean that affects you?”

Luo Jiaojiao’s worry was reasonable. In social situations, ignoring a knock could be seen as impolite or arrogant.

She feared this could negatively impact both her and Leng Mohan, especially if people judged her as aloof and formed a bad opinion of him.

Leng Mohan was surprised by her concern for him, feeling a warmth in his heart. He knew his efforts weren’t in vain; her care was the best reward.

He smiled, “Don’t worry, even if they want to gossip about me, they wouldn’t dare say it to my face. Everyone knows what kind of person I am, and I won’t be affected by their idle chatter. Frankly, I don’t care what they think.”

He paused, continuing to reassure her, “This is military housing, not a family compound, so you don’t need to worry about anyone daring to knock. If it happens, just tell them I told you not to open the door. It’s safe here, don’t worry.” He gently stroked her hair, his eyes full of love and care.

“I still have some things to handle and might be late. The books on the table might not be exactly to your taste, but you can still browse them. When I have time, I’ll take you to the bookstore to choose some books you really like for your leisure time,” Leng Mohan said gently to Luo Jiaojiao.

“Okay, thank you very much,” Luo Jiaojiao replied, filled with surprise and emotion. She hadn’t expected Leng Mohan to be so thoughtful and considerate; his care overwhelmed her.

After seeing Leng Mohan off, Luo Jiaojiao carefully locked the door and stood by the window, silently watching his figure fade into the distance.

Luo Jiaojiao saw Leng Mohan look back and smile at her before leaving.

Only after he disappeared from sight did she sit back at the table. Though only half-full, sleepiness overcame her.

Since learning she was to marry Leng Mohan, she hadn’t rested properly, always feeling uneasy. This was Luo Mei Hui’s suggestion; why would she easily give up something good?

However, after these two days of observation, Luo Jiaojiao’s impression of Leng Mohan had changed. Besides finding him aloof and unapproachable at their first meeting, she now saw his indulgence and a hint of tenderness in his eyes. He wasn’t as frightening as she’d imagined.

She had worried about escaping one wolf’s den only to fall into another, but now it seemed she’d fallen into a den of blessings. If Luo Mei Hui knew she’d missed such an excellent husband, she’d probably be even angrier.

Luo Jiaojiao had planned to tidy the room after Leng Mohan left, but it was unexpectedly clean and organized, requiring little effort. She only needed to clean up her own things.

She had worried about someone knocking, but time passed, and there was no knock.

Little did she know, the absence of knocks was due to Leng Mohan’s imposing presence; no one dared disturb him.

Unable to resist the onslaught of sleepiness, Luo Jiaojiao finally climbed into bed and fell asleep. Without Leng Mohan beside her, her limbs felt liberated, stretching out as if sharing a bed with him had been a constraint.

Meanwhile, Leng Mohan headed to his company commander’s office. Ou Cheng showed no surprise at seeing him, having heard the day’s rumors. “You brought her back. Do you really intend to spend the rest of your life with her?”