Song Yuntang had already raised her arm high, about to swing the stick down—only to see Fu Weicheng’s strikingly handsome face.

The stick froze midair.

Given Fu Weicheng’s physical abilities and military training, he had already sensed her movement. In the darkness, he could have counterattacked instantly—turning defense into offense and subduing her.

But he didn’t.

Afraid of frightening her, he had only spoken to warn her.

Now, with the lights on, the two—bound by marriage—stood face to face, their eyes meeting.

Awkwardly, Song Yuntang lowered her arm and frowned.
“Didn’t you already leave? Why are you back?”

There was clear displeasure in her tone. After all, he had just promised not to cross any boundaries.

Fu Weicheng explained,
“It’s early winter. The north is colder than the south. There’s only one quilt in the room—I was worried you’d get cold at night, so I brought another one.”

Only then did Song Yuntang notice the quilt in his arms—soft, fluffy, newly stuffed cotton. It looked warm and comfortable.

Seeing how serious he was, she realized she had misunderstood him.

“Oh… I see. Niannian and An’an are already asleep—better not wake them. Just give it to me, I’ll take it inside.”

As she spoke, she stepped closer and reached out to take the quilt from him.

At that moment, as she drew near, Fu Weicheng caught a sweet, lingering fragrance from her.

She smelled… good. She had just bathed.

His gaze subtly darkened, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. His attention fell, uncontrollably, to the pale expanse of her neck.

Song Yuntang was bright and beautiful, her skin fair as snow. Her neck was slender and elegant, now framed by damp strands of black hair, making her appear even more delicate.

Her wet hair had soaked through her thin nightclothes.

The damp fabric turned slightly sheer, clinging to her body like a second skin—revealing the soft curves of her chest beneath.

A memory from years ago suddenly surfaced in Fu Weicheng’s mind—the only time he had ever been intimate with a woman.

Heat surged through him instantly. His chest felt tight and warm, and a flush crept up his neck to his ears.

He turned his gaze away hastily, not daring to look any longer, afraid of losing composure in front of her.

He quickly pushed the quilt into her arms.

Song Yuntang blinked in surprise at his sudden urgency. When she looked up, she caught sight of the redness at the tips of his ears.

Wasn’t he just talking about the cold? Why was he blushing?

Then she noticed… her neckline.

Turning slightly away, Fu Weicheng said in a low, hoarse voice,
“It’s cold at night—wear more clothes. I’ll go now. Good night.”

Without waiting for her response, he turned and left, shutting the door with a firm bang.

Holding the quilt, Song Yuntang muttered softly,
“Leaving so fast… like I was chasing him out or something…”

As she spoke, she suddenly felt a chill at her neck. Looking down—

“Oh my god!”

At some point, her collar had loosened, exposing a large area. The little floral nightgown had practically “bloomed,” the shape far too obvious.

Only then did Song Yuntang understand why Fu Weicheng had blushed.

She took back what she thought earlier—

This man was not proper at all!

…

Night fell deep.

In the military dormitory, Lin Xiangdong lay on his bed with his hands behind his head, about to drift off when he heard the door open. He cracked one eye open—and saw Fu Weicheng.

Wait—Fu Weicheng?!

Lin Xiangdong shot upright.
“Captain Fu, why are you back? Didn’t you just go deliver a quilt to your wife? Now that your wife and kids are here, shouldn’t you be enjoying a warm family night? Why come back to this cold dorm?”

There was clear teasing in his tone.

But after entering, Fu Weicheng walked straight to the other single bed and lay down.

That completely stunned Lin Xiangdong.

“Wait—don’t tell me things still aren’t settled between you and your wife? She still wants a divorce? Your kids are already this big, and you’re practically a golden bachelor—how could she not want you?”

There was both confusion and a hint of schadenfreude in his voice.

As if saying: So even you, Fu Weicheng, have this day.

That question struck right at Fu Weicheng’s biggest confusion.

Back in the village, he had been labeled undesirable, with nothing—no money, no house—yet Song Yuntang had been willing to stay with him.

Now, without even needing to say it, his rank, his status, everything about him was right here in front of her—

So why didn’t she want him anymore?

He frowned deeply, irritation etched between his brows.

Seeing his silence, Lin Xiangdong knew he had guessed right.

Grinning, he offered,
“Captain Fu, you’ve arranged a family house, sent food, brought quilts—you obviously can’t bear to lose her, right? I wouldn’t either. Sister-in-law is so beautiful, and the kids are smart and adorable. Want me to help you think of a way to win her back?”

Hearing the teasing tone, Fu Weicheng grew even more annoyed. He grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

“Shut up. You’re an old bachelor—what good ideas could you possibly have?”

That hit straight where it hurt.

Lin Xiangdong deflated instantly and shut his mouth.

Lights off. Sleep.

After a turbulent day, Fu Weicheng finally lay down. The last image lingering in his mind before sleep—

Was that glimpse of her fair skin.

…

The next morning—

After the long journey and their first comfortable night’s sleep, Song Yuntang and the children slept in late, unaware that a drama was unfolding at the entrance of the compound.

Fang Siyue, dressed up carefully, walked into the compound. Her usual arrogance was toned down slightly—because beside her stood a middle-aged couple.

They looked to be in their fifties or sixties, still carrying an air of distinction from their younger days.

The man stood tall and straight, his posture unmistakably military—no less imposing than Commander He.

The woman was elegant and refined, dressed in a modified qipao that accentuated her grace and noble bearing.

They were Fu Weicheng’s parents—Fu Zhenshan and Jiang Yuyin.

Linking arms with Jiang Yuyin, Fang Siyue complained indignantly:

“Aunt Jiang, the match between me and Brother Weicheng was arranged by our families—you all agreed I’d be his fiancée. I went to bring him soup yesterday, and I saw some improper woman in his office! She even claimed to be his wife. How is that possible? His wife died years ago! She must be some shameless woman who came out of nowhere.”

“Brother Weicheng must have been deceived by her—he even let her move into the family quarters! This is unacceptable!”

“You all know how much I like him. Aunt Jiang, you have to stand up for me—kick that woman out!”

The more she spoke, the more agitated she became. Only her upbringing stopped her from using outright insults.

Jiang Yuyin patted her hand gently and comforted her,
“Siyue, we weren’t aware of this. Don’t be upset. If she really is a fraud, we’ll stand on your side.”

Hearing this, Fang Siyue felt reassured.

She had deliberately brought Fu Weicheng’s parents here as her backing—to drive Song Yuntang away.

Yesterday, she had been thrown out of the office.

Today, she would make Song Yuntang get thrown out of the family compound.

An eye for an eye.

Fu Weicheng could only belong to her.

As Fang Siyue basked in her confidence, she didn’t notice the glance Jiang Yuyin exchanged with Fu Zhenshan.

Because the day before, Fu Zhenshan had already received a call from Commander He.

They weren’t completely in the dark.

But as for this so-called “Fu Weicheng’s wife”—

They would decide their stance only after meeting her in person.