Chapter 1297: Indeed, Without Rules, There Can Be No Order

Seeing her husband's expression soften a bit, she pressed on: "Besides, you aren't even in the same company..."

She shouldn't have brought it up; the moment she did, Company Commander Sun's face instantly changed. He raised his hand and slapped her: "You troublemaker, you really want to kill me."

He suddenly remembered what the Battalion Commander had said on the training ground yesterday. He heard that Battalion Commander Fu had earned merit again this time, and it was significant. Just recently, the Deputy Regiment Commander had been injured on a mission and was reported to have submitted a transfer request. The position that opened up was originally eyed by every battalion commander, so now Fu's chances of promotion were even greater.

Before, they weren't in the same battalion, so he couldn't reach him, but if Fu really got promoted to Deputy Regiment Commander, how awkward would that be for him?

Mi Cuifang didn't know why her husband suddenly struck her: "Are you crazy? The child is right here. What if you scare him?"

As she spoke, the child in her arms began to cry. She immediately held the child horizontally and coaxed him: "Pat the fur, don't be scared. Son, don't cry."

Seeing his son cry, Company Commander Sun could only suppress his anger and prayed in his heart that Fu Yan Cheng must not get promoted. Even if Fu didn't hold a grudge against him, he would likely overthink it himself.

With Fu Yan Cheng fanning for her, Liu Chuxue slept soundly.

Perhaps because she was preoccupied with something, she woke up quite early.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Fu Yan Cheng with his eyes closed, still fanning for her, and for a moment, her heart ached.

She reached out and snatched the fan from his hand. Fu Yan Cheng instantly woke up, gripping the fan tightly. When he saw it was Liu Chuxue, he asked: "You're awake?"

Liu Chuxue made a soft "Mm" sound: "Are you stupid? Doesn't your arm get tired? Why keep fanning?"

Fu Yan Cheng moved his arm and smiled lightly: "If I stop, you won't sleep soundly. Fanning isn't tiring."

Knowing his wife cared for him, he said: "Wife, I often go on missions and can't be by your side, so naturally, when I am with you, I want to share more of the load."

Liu Chuxue no longer minded the heat radiating from him; she snuggled closer into his arms: "You're so good."

Fu Yan Cheng didn't expect such an unexpected joy: "You are my wife; treating you well is what I should do."

After a while of being affectionate in bed, Liu Chuxue checked the time: "Sleep a bit longer; I'll call you in a while."

Fu Yan Cheng let go of her: "Where are you going?"

Liu Chuxue put on her shoes while replying: "I was thinking of pickling some salted eggs. The eggs have already been sun-dried this morning, and the brine is ready. Now I'll put the eggs into the porcelain jar, pour the brine in, and in about ten days or half a month, they'll be ready to eat."

Hearing she had work to do, Fu Yan Cheng couldn't stay lying down.

He quickly put on his shoes and followed her: "You give the orders; I'll do it."

Liu Chuxue knew that even if she told him to lie back down, he wouldn't listen, so she simply gave the orders.

She directed him to place the sun-dried eggs into the porcelain jar, then poured in the cooled brine, and finally closed the lid: "Just put it in that shaded spot over there."

Thinking about how many people would be on the bus later, the two didn't dawdle at home. They figured it was better to go earlier so they could find a good seat in advance.

Liu Chuxue had Fu Yan Cheng pour a full basin of water for Zhui Feng and prepared some food. Then, she picked up the gifts she had prepared for her aunt, locked the door, and walked toward the bus stop outside the family compound.

When they arrived, some people were already queuing there.

The military bus stop did this well; people waiting for the bus would conscientiously line up.

She heard it wasn't like this before. When the bus arrived, everyone would rush to squeeze on. Countless conflicts, even brawls, had occurred over fighting for seats. Later, the military explicitly stipulated that people must queue for the bus; anyone who broke the rules would have to clean the public toilets. Indeed, without rules, there can be no order.