Chapter 187: Li Xuan Remarries Again

Jiang Cheng cleared his throat, hinting for Ming Zi to stop while she was ahead; his wife was his, after all.

A hug for a while was fine, but if she kept holding her, what was he supposed to hold?

"Deputy Army Commander Jiang, do you have pharyngitis?" Ming Zi was reluctant to let go of her good friend and shot Jiang Cheng a glare.

Hah, if she were a man, she would have made a move on Rongrong long ago; would there even be any room for a guy like Jiang Cheng?

Jiang Cheng:...

He didn't have pharyngitis, but he didn't dare to retort; in his wife's heart, her good friend Ming Zi occupied a very significant portion.

The friendship between them was deep, so deep that they often went to bathe and steam in the sauna together; he was very envious.

"Wife, I'm back."

Jiang Cheng put down the car keys and then took their daughter from his wife's arms; their daughter was a little chubby, and holding her for a long time was not an easy task.

"By the way, help me think," with her hands freed, Si Rong pulled Ming Zi toward the stairs, "what should I bring to accompany the troops?"

"First, you must bring sunscreen. Wushan is on an island, right? The sunlight must be very scorching. Do you want to bring some beach dresses?"

Si Rong: "..."

"Sister, I am going to accompany the troops, not going on vacation."

Ming Zi:...

"Oh, right, I don't know about that," she still insisted on her own idea, "but are you really sure you won't bring sunscreen? If you don't, maybe by the time you come back, you'll be tanned into an African."

Si Rong:...

"I'll bring it! I'll bring it!" She absolutely could not turn into an African.

"I need to bring practical things. Life on the island is inconvenient. My and the baby's clothes and supplies, backup medicine, what else?"

"Food items. There are many fish on the island, but fresh vegetables should be scarce. You can bring vitamins."

Ming Zi suggested, "Also vegetable seeds. Little Princess, bring a good pager. I've already started looking forward to seeing you farming."

If only one could invent a little gadget that could do video calls, that would be even better.

Si Rong:...

Speaking of pagers, she remembered the telephone at home.

The Haidao Junqu must have dedicated military landlines. If she brought such a landline phone, would it seem a bit too strange?

Would Jiang Cheng ask her about it?

For dinner, Wang Ma personally made steamed buns with sweet fermented rice and osmanthus, and also made some white fungus sweet porridge.

These were all things Si Rong liked most when she was young.

Such a little girl, raised by her own hands, was no different from her own child.

But it was also different; she didn't even miss her own biological children this much.

The Si Family's precious little princess was now about to leave her family and her, heading to an island thousands of miles away.

What Wang Ma worried about most was that her young miss was very picky about food.

So she had to prepare many homemade pickles for her young miss to take along to eat.

Once she finished them, she could call back, and she would mail more over.

Beef sauce, mushroom sauce, eight-treasure sauce, pickled cucumbers, pickled radishes, minced meat sauce—all of them had to be arranged.

Starting with Wang Ma, the whole family entered a busy pre-departure preparation phase for accompanying the troops.

Mother Si had someone send over canned milk powder; if breast milk was insufficient later, she could use it first.

The eldest and second brothers were much more straightforward and crude, directly handing over two farewell red envelopes.

There was no polite small talk; they only said to speak up if there was any trouble, and even if it were the island, they would arrive whenever called.

Si Rong couldn't handle this; the better they treated her, the less she wanted to leave.

Soon, it was the day before departure.

Ming Zi came again to bring her things, just some unimportant little jewelry; she just wanted to see Si Rong again.

From now on, Rongrong wouldn't be someone she could see whenever she wanted.

"You might as well just take me with you," Ming Zi lounged on the rattan chair under the flower trellis.

"No problem, I'll pack you up and take you."

Si Rong was just as reluctant to part with her, "How about you just remarry? I'll have Jiang Cheng find you an officer, that way we can all go to the island to accompany the troops together."

Ming Zi:...

That wasn't necessary.

Friendship was certainly precious, but she truly didn't want to suffer.

"I might just not have any fate with men in this life. I couldn't even keep someone like Shen Qinghe, so what kind of person could I find?"

There was a touch of indifference in Ming Zi's eyes, but she didn't seem too sad either.

"You and Shen Qinghe, broke up?"

Si Rong's first reaction was indignation; what was going on with that guy Shen Qinghe?

She sided with the person, not the issue; anyone who didn't get along with Ming Zi was definitely that person's fault, and it had nothing to do with Ming Zi.

"Yeah, he proposed to me again, I refused again, so we just broke up. I really don't want to remarry."

Ming Zi actually thought very clearly; marriage ended up like that for everyone, and those who were happy were only a tiny minority. When she wasn't sure of obtaining absolute happiness, she chose to stop and hold onto her current peace.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's all his fault," Si Rong hugged her, feeling heartbroken for her.

"That's for sure!" Ming Zi was very satisfied with her good friend's attitude, "I'll focus on my career now, and later find a twenty-year-old young hunk who is more handsome than him and has better stamina—wouldn't that be wonderful? Don't you think? Later I can even help you..."

"Cough..." Jiang Cheng originally didn't want to listen, but this woman's voice was truly loud.

Now he felt that his wife's idea to accompany the troops was absolutely wise; otherwise, with a bad friend like Ming Zi around, he didn't know when his hair might change color.

Seeing him there, Ming Zi reined in her speech a little.

She talked more than usual today, just wanting to keep speaking with Si Rong, as she wouldn't be able to see Rongrong for a long time after tomorrow.

"Oh right," Ming Zi suddenly thought of another thing, "Li Xuan has remarried again; guess where she married into this time?"

Si Rong didn't find her remarrying unexpected, "Where?"

"Zhangshu Street, that fat man who gave her the money to open the dance studio before. I heard that fat man's wife suddenly died, and the two of them got together again anyway."

Si Rong:...

"I am going to follow the army, you should also pay less attention to her in the future," Si Rong reminded, "A person like her will absolutely never live a peaceful life; sooner or later she will cause trouble again."

"Mm, why would I pay her any attention?" Ming Zi felt unlucky just remembering that she had once gone to Kongque Zhen with her, "But I discovered that she really does have good luck. This fat man is in business and even collaborated with our company before. If she can just live a peaceful life with him, she won't have to worry about food or drink for the rest of her life."

"Speaking of which, I'll go take one last look at the dance studio before I leave!"

The dance studio had now been transferred by Si Rong to Xiao Tao, and the money earned was split in two between her and Ming Zi.

"I'll go with you!"

Juzi and Si Nian were left at home by Si Rong, and she went to Zhangshu Street together with Ming Zi.

Standing on the street corner once again, she watched the "Rongzi" Dance Studio, into which she had once poured her heart and soul, now changed into Xiao Tao Dance Studio.

At that time, she had just discovered the deception of her marriage, and Ming Zi's philandering husband was also still alive.

The two of them opened this dance studio, finding a spiritual anchor, and from then on everything became better and better.

It was just that time always has to flow forward.

This place had also become the past.

"Xuan" Dance Studio had opened up once again.

As they passed by there, they happened to lock eyes with Li Xuan, who was busy inside.