Chapter 20: Liking

Ou Cheng leaned back in his chair, his eyebrows slightly raised, his gaze fixed on Leng Mohan with a hint of playful mockery.

Leng Mohan nodded slightly, his voice firm: “The person, I’ve brought her back. I swear, I will treat her well from now on.”

Ou Cheng frowned slightly, as if probing: “Are you doing this because you like her, or simply to repay a debt of gratitude? I don’t want you to make a decision out of impulse, that could cause unnecessary harm to you, and to Luo Jiaojiao, whom you brought back.”

Leng Mohan understood his concerns, took a deep breath, and slowly said: “Initially, I did it to repay a debt of gratitude. But when I saw her, I was certain she was the person I wanted to spend my life with. I…” He paused, as if searching for the right words, “…my feelings for her are liking, not just gratitude.”

Ou Cheng looked at him, a glimmer of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He knew that Leng Mohan was a man of his word, and since he said so, it meant he genuinely liked Luo Jiaojiao. That was good; at least Luo Jiaojiao wouldn’t be harmed.

Hearing him say this, the doubts in Ou Cheng’s heart finally dissipated. After all, Luo Jiaojiao was also the daughter of an old friend, and he felt indebted to them.

“It seems you’re very satisfied. I can’t wait to meet this Luo Jiaojiao. To make you so smitten, she must have something special about her.” Ou Cheng looked at Leng Mohan, whom he valued most, a playful smile curving his lips.

Leng Mohan’s answer was simple and direct: “Because she’s beautiful.”

Ou Cheng almost choked on his words. The tea he had just drunk nearly sprayed out, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

“You’re satisfied with Luo Jiaojiao, just because of her appearance?” Ou Cheng stared at Leng Mohan with an incredulous look, confirming again.

“Why else? I only officially met her yesterday. If I say I like her, it’s naturally because of her appearance. Do you think there are other reasons?” Leng Mohan’s tone was firm, as if he didn’t think there was anything wrong with his words.

Ou Cheng opened his mouth, speechless for a moment. He sighed helplessly, seemingly speechless at Leng Mohan’s bluntness.

“But beauty fades with time. If she’s no longer beautiful, will you not like her anymore, will you not take responsibility?” Ou Cheng probed, his tone revealing a hint of worry.

Leng Mohan’s mouth twitched at this. He glanced at Ou Cheng and said calmly: “When she gets old, I’ll be old too. Besides, I’m older than her. Only she might dislike me, it’s not my turn to dislike her.”

“I’ll buy her a lot of skincare products, and I’ll take on most of the household chores so she doesn’t have to worry. I deeply like her every smile and frown. Her appearance perfectly matches my ideal type, and her gentle and obedient personality is a plus. Although she’s sometimes a little timid, as long as I’m here, no one will dare to disrespect her.”

“I know your deep friendship with Luo Shu. He saved my life. Even if I didn’t have those feelings for her, I would ensure her life is worry-free. However, she is the image of my ideal wife that I’ve already envisioned in my mind. I will wholeheartedly treat her and protect her. Your worries are unnecessary; you can rest assured.”

Leng Mohan looked at his commander to assure him.

“Then, what about Zhou Wenwen from the Second Battalion Commander’s family?” Ou Cheng’s words revealed deep worry.

After all, the marriage application had already been submitted. Both Luo Jiaojiao’s biological parents and adoptive parents were military families, so the approval process should be smooth.

However, the entanglement between Leng Mohan and Zhou Wenwen was already an open secret in the army.

Ou Cheng’s brows were tightly furrowed. He knew the complexity of this matter. If the relationship between Leng Mohan and Zhou Wenwen were revealed, Leng Mohan might be affected. He looked at Leng Mohan, waiting for his explanation.

“I heard from the Second Battalion Commander that he hopes I can let go of my prejudice against him, after all, in the future, you will be closer to him.” Ou Cheng frowned, his gaze turning to Leng Mohan, saying in a low voice.

Obviously, the Second Battalion Commander had high hopes for Leng Mohan and his daughter being together.

To be honest, he was reserved about the marriage between Leng Mohan and Zhou Wenwen. Zhou Wenwen was deep and shrewd, just like her father, and had a strong personality. In Ou Cheng’s opinion, Leng Mohan marrying her might not be the best choice.

Ou Cheng chose to remain silent. After all, this was Leng Mohan’s private matter, and he had no right to interfere.

Leng Mohan didn’t respond to Zhou Wenwen’s advances. Now that he was married to Luo Jiaojiao, Ou Cheng felt relieved.

He no longer had to worry about the Second Battalion pulling Leng Mohan over. After all, if Leng Mohan really married Zhou Wenwen, even if he remained in his unit, everyone would consider him a member of the Second Battalion.

This would undoubtedly be an obstacle to Leng Mohan’s future development, which Ou Cheng certainly didn’t want to see.

“I have nothing to clarify. I don’t know where these unfounded rumors came from. In the past, I didn’t bother to deal with them, but now that I’ve returned with Luo Jiaojiao, I naturally won’t let those absurd talks continue to spread.”

“I have no relationship with Zhou Wenwen, and I don’t know her. Later, I will go to the broadcasting station and have someone release a statement. If anyone dares to spread false words again, I will make them pay the price without mercy. Dare to talk nonsense again and I’ll tear their mouths apart.” Leng Mohan said calmly and firmly.

Ou Cheng slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, his gaze falling on Leng Mohan, his tone gentle but with a hint of reproach: “Mohan, we are all settled down now, we can’t be as impulsive as we were back then. We are civilized people, we should solve problems rationally, not with fists.”

Leng Mohan raised his eyes to meet his gaze, a playful smile curving his lips: “Commander, your words are interesting. Didn’t you teach me that when you can use your hands, don’t use your mouth? That way, problems are solved faster.”

Ou Cheng was choked, a trace of embarrassment flashing across his face. He remembered that he had indeed said such words, but they weren’t directed at Leng Mohan at the time. Now that his nephew used the same words against him, he was both amused and helpless.

Luo Jiaojiao’s father, Luo Lie, strongly recommended Leng Mohan to join the army. Ou Cheng knew his potential and without hesitation took him into his team. It could be said that Leng Mohan was cultivated by Ou Cheng.

Their relationship was both master and disciple, and also like father and son. Because Ou Cheng had no children, he treated Leng Mohan like his own son.