Chapter 267: Otherwise You'll Feel Wronged

Song Jingyu stared at Su Ruo, his cheeks flushed with a suspicious red; he didn't know how much time had passed, until the air itself seemed dyed, leaving him in a silent daze.

Song Jingyu reached out and ruffled Su Ruo's hair, saying, "You're still young."

What the heck!

Su Ruo felt a bit put off; she was clearly dissatisfied with that answer.

But when she lifted her eyes to see Song Jingyu, the sincerity in his star‑like eyes made her hold her tongue.

Su Ruo admitted she had been charmed, because Song Jingyu was too handsome, so she was willing to make some concessions and compromises for him.

Song Jingyu gazed at Su Ruo, his brows and eyes filled with a deep affection she couldn't read; Su Ruo was indeed intelligent and wise, but in matters of the heart she had yet to open her senses, and precisely because she hadn't fallen for him, she could speak those words freely.

Song Jingyu felt his heart swayed by the teasing, but the one who started it caused no disturbance.

Faced with such a Su Ruo, Song Jingyu felt somewhat helpless; he didn't know when she would truly fall for him, but for him this was already enough.

At least, Su Ruo now has accepted him…

Song Jingyu is not in a hurry; he still has plenty of time ahead to let Su Ruo gradually fall in love with him.

"Alright, I'm heading back now. You're tired—get some rest."

Su Ruo saw Song Jingyu bend down, she tilted her head up to look at him, and gently closed her eyes.

According to the drama she'd seen in her past life, when the male and female leads reached this point, they should kiss, right!

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the girl tilted her head slightly; her fair skin glowed in the light, looking ever more delicate, her rosy lips like a ripe cherry, making one's mouth water.

But Song Jingyu's heart pounded violently; he wanted to kiss her regardless, yet in the end he did nothing and simply left.

Su Ruo waited a long time, seeing no movement from Song Jingyu; when she finally opened her eyes and left, the room held only her.

Su Ruo lay on the bed, feeling a bit deflated, wrapping herself in the fresh blankets; she thought, half‑asleep, "He really doesn't know how to be romantic," and soon fell asleep.

Meanwhile, the person Su Ruo mocked for being unromantic took a full hour of cold shower to suppress the heat in his body and calm himself.

Once his mind had cleared again, Song Jingyu dressed, sat at his desk, spread out paper, and began to write.

But Hao Manru's actions today had clearly touched Song Jingyu's bottom line; he had said he would report it to his superiors, and he wasn't just talking.

Song Jingyu would absolutely not allow Su Ruo to suffer any grievance on his account.

Hao Manru knew that since Song Jingyu had said that, he would definitely not let her off this time, but simply letting her go like that was absolutely impossible.

So in the middle of the night, she knocked on the door of the Deputy Regimental Commander of the Second Battalion.

Su Ruo had no idea of the undercurrents that night; the next morning, when she opened the door, she saw Song Jingyu already holding a lunch box, waiting at the entrance.

"Breakfast includes porridge, fried dough sticks, buns, and eggs—I don't know what you like, so I got a bit of each."

Song Jingyu had just finished training; fine beads of sweat still clung to his hair, his angular face bathed in morning sunlight, making him look even more handsome.

Su Ruo laughed as she took the lunch box from Song Jingyu's hand, saying, "Actually, you don't need to go out of your way to get my meal; I can just eat at the cafeteria myself."

Song Jingyu said in an even tone, "I also have to go to the cafeteria after my morning training, so I might as well bring yours over."

He didn't want to admit it, but he did this because he wanted to see Su Ruo.

Although they had only seen each other yesterday, Song Jingyu desperately wanted to see her again; it was as if he were intoxicated, his mind filled with her, constantly longing to meet her.

Only now did Song Jingyu understand the feeling of falling in love that his raw recruits had once described.

Because there was still training later, Song Jingyu didn't linger long; as he left, he reached out to ruffle Su Ruo's hair, but noticing the gazes of the people around, he ultimately restrained himself.

He simply said, "Eat well," and then left.

As soon as Song Jingyu left, the neighbor's sister‑in‑law immediately asked, "Doctor Su, Regimental Commander Song really treats you well."

Su Ruo merely gave a polite smile, then took the lunch box back to her room to eat.

Because Song Jingyu helped fetch her meals, Su Ruo saved a lot of time; from now on she can sleep a little longer in the mornings.

Su Ruo noticed she was becoming increasingly lazy; previously, when she brought An'an and the others up the mountain for training in the mornings, she never felt tired.

At noon, after Song Jingyu finished training, Sun Dazhi approached him.

Song Jingyu could tell Sun Dazhi had something on his mind and asked, "What's wrong? Is your arm uncomfortable?"

Sun Dazhi quickly shook his head, saying, "No, Doctor Su's medical skills are excellent; although the first couple days were a bit uncomfortable, it's much better now."

Sun Dazhi had been injured before, so he clearly felt that his arm was healing faster than before; Su Ruo's medical skill is so impressive, it's no wonder she could even heal the regimental commander's leg.

"Then what do you need from me?"

Sun Dazhi hesitated for a long time before saying, "Regimental Commander, you're not getting close to and currying favor with Doctor Su just for my sake, then deciding to date her, are you?"

The incident between Su Ruo and Hao Manru yesterday had blown up, and Sun Dazhi had naturally heard about it, but by the time he found out, it was already over.

Yet because of this matter, Sun Dazhi didn't sleep a wink all night yesterday.

In his mind, their regimental commander was a desireless, iron‑like person, as cold as ice—how could he possibly fall for a woman?

Sun Dazhi thought Song Jingyu was forced to sacrifice his charm and date Su Ruo for his sake.

Song Jingyu looked at Sun Dazhi, his already stern expression growing even colder.

Seeing this, Sun Dazhi felt even more certain of his guess; after a moment's hesitation, as if he had made up his mind, he said, "Captain, even if my hand can't be healed, it's fine—you don't need to sacrifice yourself for me like this."

Sun Dazhi would rather recover than have Song Jingyu wrong himself on his account; after all, this is a lifelong matter for the regimental commander.

"Sun Dazhi!"

"Present!"

At Song Jingyu's command, Sun Dazhi immediately straightened his body.

"Follow my order: turn right and run a ten‑kilometer cross‑country course!"

Song Jingyu thought Sun Dazhi was just too idle, his brain water‑logged to say such things; let him sweat a bit more and the water in his head will drain.

Sun Dazhi instinctively obeyed Song Jingyu's order, but after running a few steps he turned back.

"Regimental Commander?"

Song Jingyu knew that with Sun Dazhi's single‑track mind, if he didn't explain things clearly, the latter might still stir up trouble.

Thus, with a solemn expression, he said, "Sun Dazhi, I will say this only once: listen well—Doctor Su is the person I like, the only woman I have ever committed to in my life, so I will not allow anyone to question this relationship, even if you are my brother."