Chapter 10 Lu Zhanting Protects His Wife: My wife, how dare you touch her?

Chapter 10 Lu Zhanting Protects His Wife: My wife, how dare you touch her?

The morning sunlight streamed through the window lattice, casting dappled light on the cement floor.

In the military compound, a new day begins with the resounding bugle calls and the synchronized sounds of drills.

When Lu Zhanting returned from his morning exercise, he was only wearing a white vest soaked with sweat, and his bronze skin shone with a healthy glow in the morning light.

He walked to the well in the yard, drew a bucket of ice-cold well water, and poured it over his head, instantly creating a cloud of white steam.

Su Wanqing came out of the house with a clean towel and a cup of cooled warm water.

This has become an unspoken understanding between them.

"Dry yourself out, don't catch a cold." She handed her a towel.

"Hmm." Lu Zhanting took it and casually wiped the water droplets off his body.

Just as he raised his hand to wipe the back of his neck, a very slight stiffness appeared in the movement of his right shoulder, and his brows involuntarily furrowed for a moment.

This detail did not escape Su Wanqing's notice.

"What happened to your shoulder?" She immediately stepped forward, her voice tense. "Has your old injury flared up again?"

She remembered that he had a hideous old scar on his right shoulder that ran almost through his entire shoulder blade.

That was a testament to his achievements, but also a hidden danger lurking in his body.

"It's an old problem, nothing serious," Lu Zhanting said casually, putting down the towel.

"no!"

Su Wanqing's attitude was unusually firm, her eyes filled with an uncompromising command.

"You need to go to the hospital to get checked out. I'll go with you after breakfast."

This man is always so indifferent to himself.

Looking at her tense, even slightly angry expression, Lu Zhanting felt a warmth soften in the hardest part of his heart.

He didn't think she was making a mountain out of a molehill; on the contrary, he was quite pleased.

This feeling of being cared for and cherished is both unfamiliar and intensely moving.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." He nodded, his tone revealing a indulgence he himself didn't realize.

After breakfast, the two walked side by side toward the military hospital.

Su Wanqing naturally walked to Lu Zhanting's left, letting his injured right shoulder rest on the side away from the roadside.

"Walk slowly, don't aggravate your wound."

"When the doctor examines you, don't try to tough it out. Just say what you need to say."

"From now on, don't do pull-ups or similar exercises during your morning workouts."

She followed him around, chattering away like a concerned little housekeeper.

As Lu Zhanting listened to her clear voice ringing in his ears, filled with concern and words of advice, his heart was overflowing with warmth.

He turned his head and looked at his petite wife, who only reached his chest.

She looked up at him intently, her bright eyes filled with worry.

The sunlight shone on her smooth forehead, making even the fine downy hairs clearly visible.

He suddenly felt that even if the injury on his shoulder hurt ten times more, it would be worth it to see her like this now.

His pace unconsciously slowed down, matching hers.

The tall, upright figure and the petite, delicate figure walked side by side on the sun-drenched tree-lined path, creating a perfectly harmonious scene.

A faint smell of disinfectant permeated the outpatient building of the military hospital.

Su Wanqing accompanied Lu Zhanting to register for the surgery department, and they queued together on a bench in the corridor.

Just then, a sharp, obsequious male voice rang out from not far away.

"Mengyao, don't move, let me take a look. Ouch, you're bleeding, does it hurt? This hospital door frame is so inconsiderate!"

That sound...

Su Wanqing's back suddenly stiffened.

She subconsciously looked up.

At the corner of the corridor, a young man wearing a white polyester shirt was carefully holding a woman's hand, blowing on it tenderly with a pained expression.

That man was none other than her former fiancé, Zhao Wenxuan.

The woman he was holding was named Li Mengyao, the daughter of Deputy Minister Li of the Military Region Logistics Department, and was known for her arrogance in the compound.

Li Mengyao enjoyed Zhao Wenxuan's flattery. She withdrew her hand and said coquettishly, "Alright, it's just a little scratch. Why are you making such a fuss? Go get me a band-aid. My fingers are delicate; I can't let them get scarred."

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away." Zhao Wenxuan nodded and bowed.

As he turned around, his gaze inadvertently swept across the room and landed on Su Wanqing sitting on the bench.

The smile on his face froze instantly.

Immediately afterwards, his gaze fell on Lu Zhanting, who was standing next to Su Wanqing.

The man was dressed in a crisp military uniform, the two bars and one star on his shoulder insignia standing out prominently under the lights.

He simply sat there quietly, yet he exuded a powerful and compelling aura.

Zhao Wenxuan's expression became extremely complex in an instant.

Shock, astonishment, disbelief... Finally, an uncontrollable surge of jealousy and resentment gripped his heart, spreading like venom.

What's Su Wanqing doing here? And who's the man next to her?

He saw that Su Wanqing was only wearing a simple blue cloth dress, but her complexion was rosy, and her eyes and brows carried a calm and composure that he had never seen before.

It's a radiance that comes from being nourished by life and cherished by a man.

The brilliance stung his eyes.

He originally thought that after Su Wanqing was dumped by him, she would return to the countryside in disgrace, marry any farmer, and spend her life toiling in the mud.

But the scene before him was completely different from what he had imagined!

She didn't fall on hard times; instead, she became even more beautiful and charming.

The men beside her, in terms of both rank and presence, made her appear like a lowly clown.

On what grounds?

How could a country girl he abandoned live a better life than him? How could she find a man better than him?

The intense sense of humiliation caused Zhao Wenxuan's rationality to collapse instantly, and he uncontrollably lifted his foot and walked over.

"Wenxuan, what are you dawdling for!" Li Mengyao urged impatiently from behind.

Zhao Wenxuan ignored him and walked straight up to Su Wanqing, forcing an ugly fake smile: "Wanqing? What a coincidence, you're at the hospital too?"

His gaze, however, lingered maliciously on Lu Zhanting's military uniform.

Who is this?

Su Wanqing's face instantly turned cold.

She looked at Zhao Wenxuan's hypocritical face with disgust, and unconsciously moved closer to Lu Zhanting.

"This is my lover, Lu Zhanting." She spoke each word clearly.

The word "lover" pierced Zhao Wenxuan's heart like a needle.

His face twitched, and his tone became sharp and sarcastic.

"Oh? So you broke off our engagement just to get close to this... battalion commander?"

He laughed mockingly: "Su Wanqing, I really underestimated you before. Impressive tactics, you quietly snagged a rich husband. I thought you had a lot of backbone!"

His words drew the attention of everyone in the queue.

Li Mengyao also walked over in her leather shoes, looking Su Wanqing up and down with disdain, and said to Zhao Wenxuan, "Wenxuan, is this the country fiancée you were talking about, the one who insisted on marrying you? She doesn't look like much, all rustic and all she knows is how to use seductive tricks to seduce men."

"I didn't!" Su Wanqing trembled with anger at this slander that turned black into white, her cheeks flushed red.

Just as she was about to retort, a large, strong hand gently pressed down on her shoulder.

Lu Zhanting had stood up at some point.

He didn't say a word.

He simply stepped forward, his tall frame completely shielding her behind him, blocking out all unfriendly gazes and malicious words.

Only after he had done all this did he slowly raise his eyes.

Those eyes, which were enough to strike fear into the hearts of enemies on the battlefield, were now devoid of any warmth, fixed directly on Zhao Wenxuan.

"You're the one who was blind enough to break off our engagement?"

His voice wasn't loud, it was flat and even, but it carried a huge, suffocating sense of oppression.

Zhao Wenxuan felt uneasy under his gaze and subconsciously wanted to back away, but he forced himself to maintain his composure and said stubbornly, "So what if it is? My affairs with Su Wanqing are none of your business, an outsider!"

"outsider?"

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Lu Zhanting's mouth.

“She’s my wife now, she’s on my household registration. Tell me, am I not an outsider?”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Wenxuan's face, which was contorted with jealousy.

"Speaking of which, I should really thank you."

"If you weren't blind and mistook a pearl for a fish eye, such a good wife wouldn't have been mine, Lu Zhanting's."

His words carried weight and authority.

The phrase "such a good daughter-in-law" was filled with undisguised pride and appreciation.

Hiding under his broad back, Su Wanqing's heart skipped a beat when she heard those words, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

A suppressed chuckle escaped from the surrounding crowd of onlookers.

Everyone looked at Zhao Wenxuan with a hint of disdain.

Zhao Wenxuan's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, as if he had been stripped naked in public, feeling utterly humiliated.

Lu Zhanting's gaze then shifted to Li Mengyao, who stood beside him with an arrogant expression. He glanced at her slightly cut finger, his disdain growing even stronger.

He looked at Zhao Wenxuan again, his tone full of condescending contempt.

"A man who doesn't think about making achievements through his own abilities, but instead focuses on climbing the social ladder by flattering women."

"They are not ashamed, but proud."

"Someone like you isn't even worthy of carrying my wife's shoes."

Every word of these remarks was like a resounding slap across Zhao Wenxuan's face.

“You…” Zhao Wenxuan trembled with humiliation, pointing at Lu Zhanting, but he couldn’t utter a single word in rebuttal.

Because everything Lu Zhanting said was true.

Li Mengyao, standing next to her, turned pale with anger and screamed, "Who do you think you are! How dare you talk to my boyfriend like that! Do you know who my father is?"

Lu Zhanting didn't even bother to glance at her again.

He's just a clown.

Just then, the door to the examination room opened, and the nurse called out from the doorway, "Next, Lu Zhanting!"

"Let's go see a doctor."

Lu Zhanting lowered his head, put his arm around Su Wanqing's shoulder, and his voice instantly became gentle, as if the man who had just been exuding a powerful aura was not him at all.

"Mm." Su Wanqing nodded and obediently followed him.

As she stepped into the consultation room, she glanced back.

Zhao Wenxuan and Li Mengyao were still standing there, one with a livid face and the other furious, enduring the scornful and amused gazes of the surrounding crowd.

One is a spineless coward who abandoned his fiancée for his future and used women to climb the social ladder.

One is a tough military officer who firmly protects his wife behind him and assertively declares his sovereignty.

The difference in quality is immediately apparent.

At this moment, Su Wanqing's mind was perfectly clear.

The moment Lu Zhanting shielded her behind him, every word he spoke felt like a heavy hammer, striking her heart and shattering any remaining resentment and unwillingness she felt towards Zhao Wenxuan.

Instead, there was an overwhelming sense of emotion, pride, and unparalleled security.

She finally realized how wise it was to break off the engagement.

And how incredibly lucky she was to marry Lu Zhanting by a twist of fate.

Inside the examination room, the doctor is examining Lu Zhanting's wounds.

Su Wanqing stood to the side, her gaze fixed on the man's resolute profile.

He noticed her gaze, turned his head, and silently asked with his eyes: What's wrong?

Su Wanqing didn't speak, but instead smiled at him with her eyes crinkled, revealing a smile even brighter than the sun.

Lu Zhanting was taken aback by her sudden smile.

Immediately, her ears turned slightly red.

Seeing his unusually flustered expression, Su Wanqing's smile deepened.

She knew that after this shared crisis, their relationship was no longer just that of "comrades-in-arms" and "family."

A feeling called "love" has sprouted, taking root and flourishing clearly and vigorously in her heart.