Transmigrated into a 1980s Novel: The Cold-Faced Military Man Knocks on My Door Every Night
Transmigrated into a 1980s Novel: The Cold-Faced Military Man Knocks on My Door Every Night Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Scrutiny

Zhao Hua was dumbfounded, stunned into speechlessness.

Was this something he was supposed to hear?

Was this something he was supposed to see?

Not only was the regiment commander secretly dating someone behind everyone’s back, but this so-called “little fairy” he was with—she actually abandoned him after causing a mess.

The tall, brave, heroic image of the commander instantly collapsed in Zhao Hua’s heart.

And this “little fairy” was quite bold too.

In broad daylight, no less—if anyone else saw this, no matter how much he tried to explain, it wouldn’t clear things up.

Zhao Hua nervously guarded the door, glancing around guiltily.

He couldn’t help sneaking peeks at the two inside again and again.

The commander was always fierce and strict, training them soldiers like grandsons.

But now, he seemed utterly at a loss.

Zhao Hua suddenly felt a bit amused—rarely did he see the commander get flustered.

Lu Hanzheng’s cold gaze swept over.

The corners of his eyes and brows carried a chilling aura, an oppressive feeling that sent shivers down Zhao Hua’s spine.

He immediately understood, snapped to attention, and gave a military salute.

Dutifully standing outside the door, guarding them so that not even a fly could get in.

Lu Hanzheng lowered his gaze and sighed helplessly.

“You come down first, we need to talk.”

He only lost his memory—not his judgment.

What was certain was that the two probably had some relationship before.

But other things needed verification.

Not very credible.

Especially the “heartless man” she mentioned.

It absolutely couldn’t be him.

Lu Hanzheng was a man of iron will and integrity.

There was no way he’d ever do anything immoral or abandon a woman after stirring up trouble.

Wen Nian greedily inhaled the familiar, fragrant scent of soap on the man’s body, realizing she might be going too far.

Reluctantly, she climbed off him.

Before stepping away, she stretched out her soft, delicate hand, pretending to casually touch his firm chest.

Compared to the young studs at those clubs, this man was on a whole different level.

Who would’ve thought Wen Nian would have a day where she could “taste fine rice.”

Lu Hanzheng leisurely smoothed the wrinkles from his shirt.

Buttoning up the ones she’d undone one by one.

His jawline was clear and defined, his prominent Adam’s apple alluringly sexy.

If she weren’t afraid of angering him, Wen Nian would have wanted to reach out and touch it.

She raised her eyes, meeting his deep, penetrating gaze.

His stern face was resolute and steady, with no trace of tenderness—only scrutiny and examination.

“Explain in detail—time, place, and exactly what happened.”

Wen Nian instantly felt defeated, like a deflated balloon.

After saying so much and doing so much, the man wasn’t even moved.

Did he not believe her?

Typical man, so hard to deal with!

Her mind quickly turned, thinking of a new strategy.

No way!

She had to confirm her identity as his girlfriend before the female rival appeared.

Otherwise, if the rival showed up one day, her cover would be blown.

She definitely didn’t want to be caught as a spy.

She had to confirm the relationship with the man.

And make him slowly fall in love with her.

That way, when the time came to turn the tables, he might go easy on her.

Although her identity was unclear, after all, she hadn’t done anything to undermine unity or harm national interests.

Just a little white lie.

It shouldn’t be too hard on her!

Right now, she not only needed to break away from the Zheng family,

But also from the Wen family.

The only way was to cling tightly to Lu Hanzheng’s thigh and never let go.

No matter how tough this bone was to chew, she’d gnaw it down.

Wen Nian pouted, her moist eyes glaring angrily at him.

“If you want to break up with me, just say it. I won’t pester you. You don’t need to interrogate me like I’m a criminal.”

Wen Nian suddenly stood up, packed the insulated container.

Without looking at him, she turned and left.

The more she said, the more mistakes she made; most of it was just made up.

Lu Hanzheng had once been an elite scout, skilled at reading people and unraveling the truth.

If there was one flaw in her story, it wouldn’t escape his eyes.

Seriously.

Even with amnesia, why was he still so hard to fool?

She only wanted to solve her identity problem, and maybe have a romantic love affair with the man.

Wouldn’t be a waste of transmigrating into this book.

“Wait.”

Wen Nian held the container, her back turned, refusing to look back.

Faced with the woman’s charmingly stubborn back, Lu Hanzheng chose his words carefully.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

Only then did Wen Nian turn around.

Her moist eyes glistened with tears, the corners reddened.

Heartbreaking and endearing.

A softness grew in his heart; he realized his tone had indeed been too harsh.

“At least, tell me your name!”

Wen Nian pouted unhappily, reluctantly.

“My name is Wen Nian. You used to call me Nian Nian, and sometimes ‘little treasure’ when you were in a good mood. You never told me your identity or family background, and we didn’t really communicate much when we were together. You only liked to kiss, hug, and lift me up.”

“Oh right, you said my lips were soft and moist, really kissable. And you said I smelled good—especially nice—making you want to do bad things.”

Cough cough cough!

Lu Hanzheng picked up the enamel mug on the table and took a sip to ease the awkwardness.

But then he heard the woman’s scandalous confession.

Caught off guard, he choked a little, and for a moment, the calm in his eyes rippled slightly.

Was he not only a heartless man, but also a pervert?

Wen Nian bit her lip innocently.

Her big watery eyes looked at him softly, her voice gentle.

“Is that detailed enough? If you still don’t understand, I can explain it more thoroughly.”

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Lu Hanzheng’s handsome face.

His eyes looked as if they were burned, avoiding her gaze, and he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“That’s enough, no need to say more.”

Wen Nian smirked victoriously.

Still an innocent big puppy.

She liked him even more now. What to do!

@ apricity[Translator]

Immerse yourself in a captivating tale brought to life through my natural and fluid translation—where every emotion, twist, and character shines as vividly as in the original work! ^_^

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