“No, it’s fine.” Gu Jianing quickly reassured him.
“I just suddenly remembered—after the Spring Festival, when the heavy snow blocks the mountains, won’t you be going on missions at any time?”
“Yes.”
Gu Jianing stepped forward and hugged Sheng Zexi, burying her face in his chest. “You’ve been by my side all this time, and I’ve gotten used to it. I just suddenly thought about you leaving for a mission, not knowing how long you’ll be gone, so I…”
Before she could finish, she felt his hand gently stroking her hair. Above her, his voice was full of tenderness and guilt. “I’m sorry, Ningning. But I’m a soldier. Defending our country is my duty, and going on missions is necessary. So, I can only let you bear with it for now.”
Gu Jianing looked up, covering his lips with her hand, and gazed at him. “I know. Of course, I understand. I know my husband is a hero who protects our homeland. I know that, and I’m proud of you. I just suddenly couldn’t bear the thought and got emotional. I’ll get over it soon. It’s just…”
She paused. “It’s just that when you have to leave for a mission, no matter how urgent it is, you have to come back and tell me first, okay?”
Sheng Zexi sighed, his eyes softening almost to the point of melting. “Okay.”
“Go sit on the kang. I’ll fill the hot water bottle for you, then make dinner.”
“Okay.”
On the kang in the living room, Gu Jianing hugged the warm water bottle, listening to the sounds of Sheng Zexi bustling in the kitchen.
But her mind was preoccupied with the flash of the future she had just seen.
She never expected that the second time her future visions activated, the second scene she would see would be of her own man—and such a tragic one at that.
In the vision, Sheng Zexi seemed to be on a mission with his comrades. But then, in a flash, bullets came flying toward him. Sheng Zexi was shot, and most of his comrades were also injured, some even sacrificed.
The final scene was a rainy day, a light drizzle filling the sky, and a large pit where the heroes were hastily buried.
Gu Jianing couldn’t bear such a scene—whether it was Sheng Zexi’s severe injury or the sacrifice of his comrades.
She knew that was a glimpse of the past life. But between the past life and this one, if someone intervened, things could change. If no one did, everything would unfold the same way as before.
She knew that in the past life, Sheng Zexi had survived this mission, though severely injured.
After all, in their previous life, he had lived to his fifties.
But this injury must have left him with serious aftereffects—otherwise, he wouldn’t have died in his fifties from recurring old wounds.
In this life, now that she had foreseen this outcome in advance, she absolutely had to find a way to prevent it.
She suddenly remembered the invisible bulletproof vest she had previously given Sheng Zexi. She couldn’t help but admire her own foresight. With that, he probably wouldn’t be severely injured by bullets this time, right?
But what about his comrades?
There was no doubt that these were brothers-in-arms who fought alongside him. To Sheng Zexi, he would undoubtedly want them all to come back safely. Even if he knew that sacrifices were inevitable in missions, if there was a way to prevent them, he would surely want to try.
If his comrades were lost, Sheng Zexi would be heartbroken.
And Gu Jianing didn’t want to see him in pain.
To take a step back, even if those people weren’t Sheng Zexi’s comrades, the fact that they were soldiers defending their country—and that the peaceful life she now enjoyed was bought with their blood and sacrifice—meant she should do everything in her power to protect them.
Gu Jianing had the urge to tell Sheng Zexi about the future vision she had seen.
But in the end, she held back.
Even if she told him and he believed her, how much could they really change?
More importantly, Gu Jianing wasn’t ready to reveal her Fertility System yet.
So what could she do?
In the end, she decided the best course of action was to give Sheng Zexi the five rolls of universal hemostatic bandages she had received as a mission reward before he left for his assignment. The only problem was that the bandages were too miraculous—too extraordinary. She’d have to explain them to him first.
Once she settled on this plan, her panicked heart finally calmed somewhat.
By the time Sheng Zexi brought in the cooked meals, he saw that Gu Jianing’s complexion had returned to its usual healthy glow, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Starting from the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Gu Jianing resumed her routine of attending training classes. Though she had to wake up early, her days passed busily and fulfillingly.
One day at noon, just after returning from class, Gu Jianing had barely stepped through the door when Zhang Shuwan arrived.
The woman immediately grabbed Gu Jianing’s hands, her face alight with excitement.
“Jianing, I’m pregnant! I’m pregnant!” she exclaimed, her eyes reddening even before she fully entered the house.
“Pregnant? That’s wonderful!” Gu Jianing didn’t seem the least bit surprised by the news.
From Zhang Shuwan’s account, Gu Jianing learned that on New Year’s Eve, after returning home, Zhang Shuwan had told her husband, Lin Xing, about Gu Jianing’s speculation—that she might be pregnant.
Lin Xing had been skeptical at first. But when Zhang Shuwan’s expected period didn’t arrive, he gradually began to believe it. After all, his wife had previously hinted mysteriously that Gu Jianing could help her conceive—though she had refused to explain how.
The couple waited patiently. Finally, today, after counting the days and realizing it had been nearly two months, they went to the military hospital for a checkup.
Sure enough, after taking her pulse and examining her, the doctor confirmed it—she was pregnant!
Though she had suspected it, the moment the news was confirmed, Zhang Shuwan burst into tears. Even Lin Xing’s eyes reddened.
Recalling all the years of bitter medicinal concoctions and struggles, Zhang Shuwan felt a deep pang of sorrow—but also a sense of relief, as if she had finally emerged from darkness into light.
Lin Xing, of course, understood the hardships his wife had endured all these years.
After receiving the good news, Zhang Shuwan didn’t delay. She rushed straight to Gu Jianing’s house to share it.
In her heart, she believed this child had been granted to her by Gu Jianing.
Gu Jianing was their family’s lucky star and benefactor.
Now, Zhang Shuwan finally voiced a long-held wish.
“You want Guoguo to recognize me as her godmother?” Gu Jianing asked in surprise.
“Yes.” Zhang Shuwan nodded. “Jianing, to be honest with you, after you rescued Guoguo and brought her back, I had a dream that night. In it, Guoguo had been kidnapped and never returned…”
Even now, the memory of that nightmare sent a chill down her spine.
“Jianing, you—you’re Guoguo’s lucky star. It’s only because of you that she was saved. Otherwise, she might have…”
“I thought, if you became her godmother, maybe your good fortune would protect her. Jianing, I know this idea is selfish. If you’re unwilling, then—”
“I’d be happy to.” Before Zhang Shuwan could finish, Gu Jianing agreed.
“Y-you’re really okay with it?”
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