Back To The 90s: The Resilient Daughter-In-Law
Chapter 953 - Chapter 953 Chapter 952 Too Dangerous

Chapter 953: Chapter 952 Too Dangerous Chapter 953: Chapter 952 Too Dangerous “No need, it’s too dangerous! You should just stay at home!” Without his little wife around, he could focus entirely. If she went, he simply wouldn’t be able to concentrate fully as before. When it came to taking action, he would definitely be restrained.

Leng Peixi is a cunning opponent. If she found out that his wife was his most fatal weakness, she would definitely not miss the opportunity to exploit it.

Now, he wanted to keep his wife well-hidden, almost wishing he could stash her away at home, away from any strangers.

“Fine, I’ll join the troops after your matter today is settled!” She knew she was a weakling, and if she got involved, it would only drag Bei Jiang down. Staying away was better for her and for Bei Jiang as well.

Until she grew stronger, she wouldn’t rush into things recklessly.

“No! You can’t go back,” Huo Beijiang immediately rejected without a second thought, “You wait for me at home, I’ll come back after handling the funeral.”

“But the military training…” She didn’t want to be a burden to everyone. At the end of the military training, they would evaluate the outcomes. It would be too embarrassing if she ranked first in academic performance but last in military prowess.

“Your man is severely injured and almost at death’s door, and you’re still thinking about going back for military training?” Huo Beijiang raised his eyebrows, saying discontentedly, “Do you even have a conscience?”

What military training? Nothing was more important than having his wife by his side; he could just take his wife home and train her himself if need be.

For her to be personally trained by the King of Soldiers was a unique opportunity that most people couldn’t enjoy. As for the training ground… he felt the bed was quite nice! His wife’s bed was fragrant and soft.

It was perfect for handling “serious matters.”

“Alright, then you be careful,” Nan Fei thought about the wound on his back, which was indeed very severe, and immediately compromised.

“I know, I’m leaving now!” He reluctantly left a kiss on Nan Fei’s forehead before resolutely getting up to leave.

It was a long while after Bei Jiang had left that Nan Fei came back to her senses. His scent still lingered in the room. Nan Fei touched her lips, as if they still held the heart-fluttering touch and warmth from him.

She thought about the military training that was only a month long, and she had already taken two leaves. One was for ten days, and the other for an uncertain length of time. She felt very sorry for the instructors and classmates, not knowing what people might say behind her back when she returned.

It doesn’t matter! Nothing was more important than Bei Jiang right now. He was injured, and she should take good care of him.

*****

The weather wasn’t great today. The sun hadn’t come out in the morning, and the sky was gloomy. Although it hadn’t rained, it made one feel uncomfortably oppressive. It would probably rain heavily by night; the weather was getting cooler as it entered autumn.

The temperature in the suburban cemetery that morning was cooler than in the city. Those who came to send Yuan Xueshan on his last journey were close relations, and not many people were around, making it somewhat desolate. A gust of wind blew, causing everyone to shiver involuntarily.

The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat gloomy and oppressive.

Leading was Huo Beijiang, in his crisply ironed military uniform, the army green shirt tied with a necktie. The stars on his shoulder shone brightly, making him look even more handsome and aristocratic.

Especially when he was expressionless, he conveyed a sense of coldness and nobility that seemed to keep people at a distance.

Those attending the funeral secretly observed him, inwardly marveling.

They remembered when Elder Leader Huo had passed away, they had also come to send the Elder Leader on his last journey. Back then, the mourners, impressive in number, stretched from the foot of the mountain to the top.