Chapter 4: The Pretty Military Wife! I Came to Marry You  

Fiancée?  

Came to marry him?  

Zhou Chongshan’s brows knitted slightly as his dark eyes once again landed on Jiang Rou.  

He had been in the army for ten years, away from home for just as long.  

He had no idea what Jiang Xiu’er looked like now, but he remembered that as a child, Jiang Xiu’er had been a scrawny, sickly-looking girl with sallow skin.  

No matter how much a woman could change as she grew up, it was impossible for her to transform into the stunning beauty before him.  

This woman was definitely not Jiang Xiu’er.  

As Zhou Chongshan furrowed his brows even tighter, Jiang Rou took the initiative to step forward.  

She didn’t seem afraid of Zhou Chongshan at all, nor did she mind the strong scent of sweat clinging to him. Instead, she moved even closer.  

As Jiang Rou approached, the surrounding soldiers all turned their heads to look.

Everyone wore expressions of shock, eagerly watching the unfolding drama.  

“Look! Look! Someone actually dares to stand up to Regiment Commander Zhou, and it’s a woman!”  

“I just heard Song Yan say that this woman seems to be Regiment Commander Zhou’s fiancée…”  

“Fiancée! Damn! And she’s stunning! Is Regiment Commander Zhou finally settling down?”  

Murmurs and whispers continued to spread.  

Jiang Rou, however, did not slow her steps as she approached.  

Standing before Zhou Chongshan, her first impression was…  

This man was even taller than he had appeared before, easily exceeding 1.8 meters in height.  

She had to tilt her head back, revealing her face, flushed red from the sun, and she lifted the corners of her lips into a gentle smile.  

That smile revealed her shallow dimples—  

Beautiful, sweet.  

“My name is Jiang Rou, and I am the real Jiang Xiu’er. When we were born, we were mistakenly switched. Now that everything has been set right, I am here in her place to marry you.”  

Jiang Rou.  

The soft, delicate sound of those two syllables reached Zhou Chongshan’s ears.  

Indeed, her name suited her.  

She looked small and fragile.  

He quickly averted his gaze, shifting his eyes away from Jiang Rou.  

“This isn’t the place to talk. Let’s find somewhere else.”  

Having spent years in the military unit, Zhou Chongshan’s voice naturally carried an authoritative, unquestionable tone.  

But this strong, commanding man—  

Upon seeing the handbag in Jiang Rou’s hand—  

Instinctively reached out, as if to help carry the seemingly heavy bag.  

Yet, his palm was covered in sand and smelled of sweat.  

His movement froze instantly.  

His broad hand hovered mid-air for a moment before retracting.  

A fleeting trace of embarrassment flickered across his rugged, masculine face.  

On the other hand, Song Yan, standing nearby, was a sharp young man.

Song Yan immediately understood what was going on.  

“I got it! Commander Zhou, let me do it! Sister-in-law, carrying that handbag must be tiring. Let me help you!”  

Not only did Song Yan take the handbag, but he also spoke with enthusiasm.  

“Sister-in-law, I’m Regiment Commander Zhou’s guard. Regiment Commander Zhou is usually very busy, so if you ever need anything, you can come to me! I’ll take care of it for you.”  

“My name is Song Yan, I’m nineteen this year. You can just call me Shitou.”  

“I’ve been following Regiment Commander Zhou since I enlisted two years ago. Regiment Commander Zhou is also my lifesaver—if not for him, I would’ve died on the battlefield. So, Sister-in-law, that makes you my benefactor too…”  

Song Yan had been with Zhou Chongshan for two years. Watching as Zhou Chongshan, now nearly thirty, was still single, he finally saw a beautiful woman coming to marry him.  

He had to put in the effort—no way was he letting her leave!  

Along the way, Song Yan’s mouth never stopped moving.  

He chattered on endlessly, and Jiang Rou enjoyed listening.  

Seeing that she was interested, Song Yan became even more excited. He even recounted, in full detail, how Zhou Chongshan had set the best shooting range record in the entire military.  

The three of them walked under the scorching sun for a while.  

A fine layer of sweat formed on Jiang Rou’s face.  

Beads of sweat trickled down her flushed cheeks, slowly sliding downward, causing strands of black hair at her temples to stick to her skin.  

Damp and soft, it made her look even more delicate.  

Jiang Rou walked while slightly panting, her red lips slightly parted.  

The roads on this island were winding and rugged, with many steep slopes.  

Fortunately, she had changed into comfortable rubber-soled shoes beforehand. If she had still been wearing those white high heels, her feet would have been ruined by now.  

Zhou Chongshan silently observed Jiang Rou, his gaze occasionally drifting toward her face.  

When he saw a bead of sweat fall—  

His Adam’s apple moved.  

His dark, deep eyes quickly darted away, as if fleeing.  

For a long while, he said nothing.

Jiang Rou finally saw rows of small houses—it seemed that this was the military family compound of the unit.  

As a regiment commander, Zhou Chongshan held a high military rank. Although his assigned house was simple, it was already the largest and best one in the area.  

In front of the house was a spacious courtyard.  

One corner of the courtyard had a water room, which not only included a private restroom but also featured a press-style faucet, drawing underground water directly—eliminating the need to fetch water from afar.  

On the other side, a clothesline stretched across, with blue and white military uniforms hanging beside a few small children’s garments.  

The surrounding ground was covered in yellow soil, largely untouched, but relatively even.  

At first glance, Jiang Rou’s instincts awakened—her very blood seemed to stir with her heritage.  

A courtyard this large, left unused for growing vegetables or flowers? What a waste.  

As she assessed the space, Zhou Chongshan’s deep, magnetic voice interrupted her thoughts.  

“Song Yan, take her inside. I’ll take a quick shower and change, then I’ll be right there.”  

“Understood, Regiment Commander Zhou!”  

Song Yan answered firmly, almost out of habit, as if he were about to stand at attention and salute.  

“Sister-in-law, this way!”  

Jiang Rou followed Song Yan inside.  

After setting down the handbag, Song Yan figured Zhou Chongshan and Jiang Rou might want some private conversation, so he quickly made himself scarce.  

Left alone in the house, Jiang Rou carefully examined her surroundings.  

The house was not large, roughly fifty to sixty square meters, with a layout consisting of a kitchen, a bedroom, and a living area.  

However, the space felt empty—  

There was barely any furniture, and not the slightest trace of a lived-in atmosphere.  

Only the four-legged table in the kitchen seemed somewhat usable.  

Jiang Rou scanned the area before pushing open the bedroom door.  

Inside the bedroom—  

There was finally some furniture: a wardrobe, an old writing desk, and a two-meter-wide bed.

On the bed, three blankets were neatly folded into square shapes—three thick bedding pieces.  

The larger one likely belonged to Zhou Chongshan.  

The two smaller ones probably belonged to the pair of children Zhou Chongshan had adopted.  

If not for those two small blankets, the room would have had an unmistakable bachelor’s atmosphere.  

This small, square-shaped room would be her home from now on.  

As Jiang Rou looked around, the sound of splashing water came from the courtyard outside.  

Her ears twitched.  

She instinctively walked to the window and peered out through the glass.  

She saw Zhou Chongshan standing in front of the water room, his tall and sturdy figure resembling a pine tree.  

Holding a ladle, he poured the well-drawn water over his body in a steady stream.  

Droplets of clear water bounced off his bronze-colored skin, scattering in all directions.  

Under the sunlight, the droplets shimmered, flickering with light.  

Compared to when he was in the vegetable field—  

At this moment, Zhou Chongshan was the very definition of… wet and enticing!  

Thump, thump, thump.  

That previously uncontrollable heartbeat pounded in Jiang Rou’s chest once again.  

She pressed a hand against her chest, but her ample bosom continued to rise and fall intensely.  

“Jiang Rou, oh Jiang Rou, it’s just a man taking a bath. You can’t be this useless…”  

She muttered under her breath.  

Yet her eyes never once moved away from the man in the courtyard.  

…  

Five minutes later.  

With the discipline of a soldier, Zhou Chongshan not only finished a quick, battle-style shower but also took his uniform from the drying line and put it on with swift precision.  

When he stepped into the house, his short black hair was still damp, yet his entire appearance had already undergone a transformation.

The man, who had previously exuded a rugged and wild masculinity, now stood dressed in a crisp white shirt and deep blue trousers, with a black military belt fastened around his waist.  

His tall and lean frame made the simple military attire appear sharp and well-fitted, adding an air of restrained elegance to his presence.  

It was a completely different kind of aura.  

Not seeing Jiang Rou in the living room, Zhou Chongshan walked straight into the bedroom.  

The moment he entered, he saw Jiang Rou sitting quietly by the bed.  

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Jiang Rou lifted her head.  

Her delicate and gentle face, still tinged with a sun-kissed blush, had yet to fade.  

She looked just like a bashful new bride.  

Zhou Chongshan’s gaze darkened for a moment.  

And in his mind—  

He suddenly recalled the soft words Jiang Rou had spoken not long ago.  

“I came here to marry you…”