“The bike?”
Wen Ci’s gaze immediately fell on the 28-inch bicycle. She wasn’t sure when the “Hell Week” training would start, but letting Xiao Shitou take a ride wouldn’t be a problem.
“Xiao Shitou, you have to eat your meal properly first. After you finish eating, we’ll go for a ride.”
“Okay!”
Zhu Jing asked curiously, “Is this the betrothal gift Commander Huo bought for you?”
Wen Ci nodded, then shook her head. The 28-inch bicycle was indeed a betrothal gift from Huo Jingyuan, but she found it too flashy and didn’t want it. She had agreed to give it as a reward to the top performer of Hell Week.
“What do you mean?”
Wen Ci explained honestly, “In the Northwest Military Region, a 28-inch bicycle isn’t very useful. It only takes a few minutes to walk to and from work.”
“So?”
Wen Ci lowered her eyelids and said calmly, “So, Huo Jingyuan plans to give this bicycle as a reward to the top performer of Hell Week.”
Hearing this, the women at the table widened their eyes, their gazes all falling on the bicycle. It was a 28-inch bicycle—even a unit officer would need to save for a year to afford one.
And Wen Ci and the King of Hell were just giving it away like that!
“What’s Hell Week?” Hou Li asked.
In the Northwest Military Region, not every soldier could participate in Hell Week. There were age, rank, and job restrictions.
Wen Ci replied, “It’s a training program.”
Xiang Qin turned to the men drinking at the other table and teased, “Wang Wei, you better aim for first place in Hell Week.”
Wang Wei, who had just raised his glass to take a sip, froze mid-action. His lips trembled slightly as he asked in disbelief, “What did you just say?”
Not only did his lips tremble, but his voice shook as well.
“First place in Hell Week.”
After hearing clearly, not only did Wang Wei tremble, but the other men exchanged glances and also began to tremble. The reason Huo Jingyuan earned the nickname “King of Hell” was because of his merciless and relentless push to extract every ounce of potential during Hell Week.
“Wife, what nonsense are you talking about?”
Xiang Qin blinked and asked, “Is Hell Week that hard?”
At least, she had never heard her husband mention it.
Zhu Jing’s husband, Li Liqiang, put down his wine glass and looked at his wife with a serious expression, “Can we not bring up Hell Week on a birthday occasion like this?”
Zhu Jing had never seen her husband react so strongly. She silently gave him face in front of others, then leaned closer to Wen Ci and whispered, “Is Hell Week really that terrifying?”
Wen Ci shook her head.
She wasn’t sure how the Northwest Military Region conducted their training, but normally, Hell Week would start by crushing one’s confidence from the very first day, becoming increasingly brutal as it progressed.
Very few could make it to the last day.
After the meal, Zhu Jing remembered something. She brought two insulated lunchboxes from the kitchen and walked into the yard, saying, “Wen Ci, do you want to bring some food to Commander Huo?”
They had eaten quite early, and the canteen had just opened. There was still plenty of time to deliver the food.
“Sister Jing, you even saved food for Huo Jingyuan?” Wen Ci blinked in surprise.
No wonder some dishes seemed to have less on the table.
“Yep.”
Wen Ci hesitated.
“Feeling shy?” Zhu Jing immediately saw through Wen Ci’s concern and smiled, “What’s there to be shy about bringing food to your own man? Other men would be envious.”
And so, under Zhu Jing’s persuasion, Wen Ci took the lunchboxes and headed toward the military camp. Halfway there, she remembered that Huo Jingyuan was out on a mission.
He probably wasn’t even in the camp.
Just as she was about to turn back, someone called out to her.
“Sister-in-law, what brings you to the military camp?”
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