Chapter 31: Compliance

Luo Jiaojiao could only comply. She picked up the white cloth Leng Mohan handed her and began to meticulously wipe the table.

She couldn’t help but admire Leng Mohan’s cleanliness. The white cloth was so clean, almost without a speck of dust.

She had heard that the internal affairs management of the military was very strict, but Leng Mohan’s meticulousness was truly eye-opening.

“What are you dazing off for? Wipe the table quickly,” Leng Mohan reminded her when he saw Luo Jiaojiao staring at the cloth.

Luo Jiaojiao came to her senses and softly said, “Oh, I’ll wipe it now.” As she wiped the table, she couldn’t help but look again at the clean and tidy space. Everything here was in perfect order, giving her a sense of inexplicable comfort and peace of mind.

Leng Mohan finished washing the dishes and chopsticks. Looking up, he saw Luo Jiaojiao still staring at the cloth. He couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth and said with a hint of teasing, “Luo Jiaojiao, it’s just a cloth. You’re looking at it so intently, can you see flowers in it?”

Luo Jiaojiao came to her senses, smiled somewhat awkwardly, “No, I just think the cloth looks so new. Don’t you usually use it to wipe things?”

Leng Mohan took the cloth, explaining lightly, “It’s for wiping the table. It looks new because I wash it clean every time I use it. Give it to me; I’ll take you out in a minute.”

Luo Jiaojiao stared at him, seemingly surprised by his thoughtfulness. Leng Mohan looked at her expression, smiled helplessly, and then turned to the kitchen to wash the cloth.

“Oh.” Luo Jiaojiao quickly handed the cloth to Leng Mohan and followed closely behind.

The table wasn’t actually dirty, just some water stains, but Leng Mohan still meticulously cleaned the cloth. His rigorous attitude surprised Luo Jiaojiao.

Luo Jiaojiao looked at Leng Mohan, filled with admiration. His seriousness even surpassed that of a professional cleaner. She was completely reassured about the cleanliness of the house. With Leng Mohan around, the house would certainly be spotless.

“Okay, let’s go look at the house now.” Leng Mohan hung up the cloth and took Luo Jiaojiao out.

They went out just as the soldiers were returning from the canteen after their meal, encountering a group of returning soldiers.

Everyone knew that Leng Mohan had brought a wife back, and his words on the broadcast further showed his protectiveness towards her.

Rumors spread among the people. Some said her beauty was like a fairy, others said she was as charming as a sprite. There were also less flattering comments, saying she was just a slightly dressed-up village girl.

But as the saying goes, “Hearing is believing, seeing is believing.” Now seeing Luo Jiaojiao with Leng Mohan, even with just a glance, they had to admit that she was indeed beautiful. No wonder Leng Mohan chose to spend his life with her, overlooking the female soldiers in the army’s art troupe.

Just as Leng Mohan and Luo Jiaojiao were going downstairs, a soldier going upstairs suddenly caught sight of them.

His eyes widened at the sight of Luo Jiaojiao, as if he had seen something incredible. For a moment, he forgot his footing and stumbled, and if it weren’t for his comrades behind him supporting him in time, he would have rolled down the stairs.

Leng Mohan’s brows furrowed slightly, sighing inwardly that perhaps he had chosen the wrong time to take Luo Jiaojiao out. The eyes of the crowd were like spotlights focused on Luo Jiaojiao, making him feel displeased.

He looked around at the people, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness. Then, he decisively pulled Luo Jiaojiao behind him, like a guardian god, shielding her from those curious and enthusiastic gazes.

Luo Jiaojiao felt the gazes of the people around her, feeling both nervous and scared.

She didn’t dare to look up and meet anyone’s eyes, only keeping her head down and following closely behind Leng Mohan. She was worried about how Leng Mohan would react if she made the slightest mistake.

Luo Jiaojiao’s school life had been filled with gloom, being seen as a thorn in the eye by her female peers.

Those harsh words were like invisible arrows, aimed at her most vulnerable heart.

They accused her of having captivating eyes, making her afraid to look people in the eye, especially men, always lowering her gaze, afraid that others would misunderstand her.

Luo Jiaojiao’s heart was full of grievances. She was innocent, yet she was unjustly blamed.

Leng Mohan naturally saw the gazes of everyone looking at Luo Jiaojiao—sharp and cold.

His gaze was like a sharp sword, making those around him feel apprehensive. Those who had been staring at Luo Jiaojiao now quickly looked away, not daring to meet his gaze.

The crowd spontaneously made way for him, as if he were the savior leading Luo Jiaojiao out of trouble. Leng Mohan pulled Luo Jiaojiao’s hand and left.

Leng Mohan’s pace was firm and powerful. Luo Jiaojiao could only jog to keep up.

Noticing this, Leng Mohan slowed down slightly, silently accommodating Luo Jiaojiao’s pace. Luo Jiaojiao felt this silent care, a warm current surging through her heart. She secretly looked up at Leng Mohan, seeing his broad back looking even more resolute in the setting sun.

She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look any longer, afraid of attracting others’ criticism. After all, she was just a penniless orphan. Marrying Leng Mohan, such a gifted person, was truly unbelievable.

They walked silently along the way, Luo Jiaojiao keeping her head down, following closely behind Leng Mohan. She dared not be the slightest bit negligent, afraid that a small action on her part would cause unnecessary trouble.

Zhou Wenwen, the daughter of the regiment commander, not only had a high status but also had deep affection for Leng Mohan.

If Leng Mohan had chosen Zhou Wenwen, his life path might have been smoother, with fewer twists and turns.

However, Leng Mohan chose to forge his own path, marrying her, an orphan. Luo Jiaojiao also knew that the only thing she could offer was her outstanding appearance.

Because of her looks, Luo Jiaojiao had suffered much in school. Girls envied her beauty, while boys tried to bully her to get her attention.

She was troubled by her appearance and worried about her overly weak personality.

Leng Mohan stopped at the gate of the courtyard. Luo Jiaojiao was lost in thought and accidentally bumped into Leng Mohan’s back.

“Ouch!” Luo Jiaojiao held her forehead and cried out in pain.

“Were you watching where you were going?” Leng Mohan turned around, frowning slightly, looking at Luo Jiaojiao’s pained expression. He gently moved her hand away, and saw that her forehead was already red.

“I’m fine, really, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” Luo Jiaojiao was afraid he would blame her and quickly explained.

“Really?” Leng Mohan looked at her forehead again, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Luo Jiaojiao frowned slightly. Although there was still some pain, she knew it would soon pass. She looked up into his eyes, those deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, making her feel awe, not daring to have any concealment or lies.

It seemed that under the gaze of those eyes, any lie would seem so pale and weak. So she chose silence, chose honesty, because it really didn’t hurt anymore.