“What’s wrong? Did your wife insist you wear it?”
“No.”
The political commissar frowned.
He assumed that the couple had argued last night because of Zhao Dongmei, so he quickly asked, “Then what’s the problem? Did you two fight last night?”
“The unit-issued condoms—I can’t use them.”
Political Commissar: “…”
Hearing this, his eyes instinctively glanced downward.
Although he didn’t have kids yet, his wife was career-driven and always insisted he wear one.
“Can you use them?”
Huo Jingyuan’s tone was calm, but to others, it sounded like blatant bragging.
The next second, the political commissar’s expression visibly darkened.
Without hesitation, he lifted his foot and gave Huo Jingyuan a hard kick, gritting his teeth as he said, “Huo! Jing! Yuan! Get your ass moving and run three kilometers!”
As the regimental political commissar of the entire Northwest Military District, his position was second-in-command—highly respected.
And in the military, orders were absolute.
Huo Jingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, studying the commissar.
He hadn’t expected a few simple words to provoke him like this.
A faint smile curled on his lips. “Do I really have to run?”
“You think I’m joking? Run!”
Without another word, Huo Jingyuan adjusted his belt and joined his regiment for the run.
The soldiers, seeing their formidable commander running alongside them, were momentarily stunned.
Then, they burst into laughter.
“Boss Huo finally got his turn?!”
Hearing their laughter, Huo Jingyuan lowered his gaze slightly.
Adjusting his breathing, he said casually, “When Hell Week comes, I’ll make sure you all understand what this really means.”
The moment they heard “Hell Week,” the soldiers who had been laughing immediately shut their mouths.
Lowering their heads, they picked up their pace.
“We didn’t say anything! We didn’t say anything at all!”
On the Other Side
Wen Ci lay sprawled on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Her entire body felt like it had been run over by a truck—aching from head to toe.
She let out a long sigh.
She swore she would never again mock that shameless man for his age!
The price of teasing him about getting old was being thoroughly disciplined by him.
After lying in bed for nearly twenty minutes, she finally sat up, leaning against the headboard.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the unused item from last night still sitting on the cabinet.
Instantly, the image of the man struggling to put it on flashed through her mind.
Her cheeks visibly flushed red.
Her thoughts began to wander uncontrollably.
Wen Ci reached up and patted her face, trying to shake off those indecent thoughts.
She kept telling herself, Don’t think about it! Don’t think about it!
Once the heat in her face subsided, she got out of bed and headed to the living room.
Sitting in the single-seater sofa, she picked up the landline and dialed the hospital’s duty room.
Given the way she was walking now, going to work was out of the question.
So she figured she’d take this opportunity to visit Haishi with Dr. Yu and have some dance sleeves made for the water sleeve dance performance.
“Are there any extra doctors on duty today?” Wen Ci asked.
Normally, the hospital always had a few doctors scheduled for emergency shifts, so she needed to check first.
“There are,” the duty officer replied.
Wen Ci smiled. “Then could you ask Dr. Yu if he can take leave? I’d like to catch the 8 AM bus to Haishi.”
“Hold on a moment.”
After a brief pause, the duty officer returned with an answer.
“Nurse Wen, Dr. Yu said she’ll wait for you at the family housing compound in a little while.”
“Alright.”
After speaking, Wen Ci paused for a moment before asking, “Do you need me to bring anything back for you?”
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