Chapter 114 The God of War Returns Home: His battlefield is the kitchen and his lover!

Chapter 114 The God of War Returns Home: His battlefield is the kitchen and his lover!

Two years later, in the Western Hills on the outskirts of Beijing.

The sanatorium that once served as the global joint command center has long since had all its cold military facilities removed, restoring its original tranquility.

Newly planted greenery meanders along the pebble path, and the courtyard belonging to Lu Zhanting and Su Wanqing is thriving thanks to the lady of the house.

The fence was covered with blooming roses, and in the corner herb garden, various rare herbs emitted a fragrance mixed with the earth.

The morning sunlight streamed through the window frames, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

Su Wanqing woke up from her sleep to find the bed beside her already cold.

The kitchen was filled with very soft sounds, accompanied by the aroma of food being cooked, which whetted one's appetite.

She put on her coat, walked barefoot to the kitchen doorway, and quietly leaned against the door frame.

The man's tall frame was wearing a faded old T-shirt, but around his waist was a cartoon floral apron that Su Wanqing had bought. The contrasting styles were strangely harmonious.

He was focused on frying a golden-brown sunny-side-up egg, and when he heard the noise behind him, he didn't even turn around.

"Awake? The floor is cold, put your shoes on first."

His voice was deep, with a unique husky quality characteristic of early morning.

Two years is enough time for this former savior marshal to completely degenerate into a skilled "stay-at-home husband".

Su Wanqing didn't move, but just looked at his broad and solid back, the backbone that once held up the whole world, now washing his hands and cooking for her.

The smoke of war, that harrowing period, seems to have truly faded into the past.

"I want to go to the clinic today," she said softly.

Lu Zhanting placed the fried eggs on a plate, turned around, and casually took off the comical apron.

He strode up to Su Wanqing, and habitually reached out to touch her forehead to make sure there was nothing wrong.

Then, his hand slid down naturally and covered her slightly protruding belly, the movement as gentle as if afraid of disturbing a butterfly.

This hand, which once held the power of life and death over millions and commanded great influence, is now used only to feel the pulse of another life.

"Was the little one good today?"

"You were very good and didn't bother me." A gentle smile appeared on Su Wanqing's face, a radiance unique to motherhood.

"That's good."

Lu Zhanting lowered his head and placed a real kiss on her lips, one that carried the smell of cooking oil.

"I'll take you home after you finish eating."

Today, with the support of the global Ganlin Foundation, Renxintang has been expanded into a large-scale traditional Chinese medicine hospital.

Su Wanqing declined the position of dean, keeping only a private clinic that was not open to the public by appointment. She would occasionally see patients, mostly neighbors or ordinary people who had been suffering from intractable diseases for many years.

When Lu Zhanting's SUV stopped at the hospital entrance, the young security guard on duty immediately straightened his back and gave a standard military salute.

Although the marshal is no longer in the martial world, his legend lives on everywhere.

Inside the clinic, an elderly woman with white hair stretched out her wrist, her face full of gratitude.

"Dr. Su, you're amazing! After you gave me acupuncture a few times, my old leg pain is gone, and now I can even go for a walk on rainy days!"

Su Wanqing withdrew her hand and smiled as she instructed, "Grandma Wang, remember to take your medicine on time and keep warm. I'll also prescribe a foot bath for you to improve blood circulation."

The way she bent her head to write the prescription was focused and serene.

To the patients here, she is not a savior, but simply a highly skilled, kind-hearted, and beautiful Dr. Su.

This kind of needed, pure peace is something that no honor can replace.

Meanwhile, at the "Global Joint Special Operations Academy" on the outskirts of the city.

The training ground was deathly silent, save for the heavy breathing and the crackling sound of sweat dripping down.

A group of elite soldiers from around the world were staring intently at the mountain-like figure in the center of the field.

Lu Zhanting was only wearing a black training uniform and no rank insignia.

He didn't even move, yet the aura he exuded, forged amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, was enough to make everyone breathless.

"Speed, power, timing... your attacks are wasting my time." His voice was cold, like the Siberian chill.

A tall member of the US Navy SEALs finally couldn't hold back any longer and growled, "Reporting to the Dean, we're here to learn how to kill, not to practice standing at attention!"

Lu Zhanting's gaze instantly locked onto him.

"You, step forward."

The team member stepped forward reluctantly.

"Use your strongest killing technique to attack me." Lu Zhanting's tone was calm and even, as if he were stating a fact.

"Excuse me!"

The team member roared, his muscles bulging, and he pounced like a cheetah!

The military knife in his hand flashed with a poisonous light, its angle treacherous, aimed straight at Lu Zhanting's throat!

However, a fleeting afterimage flashed by.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes.

The next second, the tall team member was kneeling on the ground in a strange position, his throat locked tightly by Lu Zhanting's two fingers, unable to move.

The deadly military knife was held between Lu Zhanting's other hands, with the tip less than a centimeter from his own brow.

The entire venue was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Lu Zhanting released his grip, letting the dagger fall to the ground with a clang.

He looked down at his teammates, whose faces were filled with horror and humiliation, his voice icy and chilling.

"Remember, what you are protecting."

“When you forget this point, the weapons in your hands are nothing but butcher knives.”

"And I only teach warriors, not butchers."

His words struck the hearts of every proud young man like a hammer blow, filling their eyes with a mixture of shame and awe.

In the evening, Lu Zhanting drove home.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw Su Wanqing sitting on a recliner. The afterglow of the setting sun gilded her with a layer of gold, making her look as serene as a painting.

He walked over quietly, pulled her into his arms from behind, rested his chin on the top of her head, and took a deep breath of her unique scent, a blend of herbs and sunshine.

“Black Bear came today,” Su Wanqing said lazily, leaning against him. “He brought a bunch of South American specialties and complained that the training you arranged was like a devil’s torture.”

Lu Zhanting smiled faintly: "That kid is tough and needs more training."

The two remained silent, embracing each other quietly, savoring the peace they had earned through a lifetime of military service.

It's late at night.

The two stood on the second-floor terrace, with a dazzling starry sky above them.

“Qingqing,” he suddenly said, “sometimes I wonder, what would we be like now if that accident hadn’t happened?”

Su Wanqing turned her head, thought for a moment, and smiled mischievously.

"You'll probably become a legendary drill instructor that strikes fear into the hearts of all new recruits, and then marry a wife who is of equal social standing, gentle and virtuous, and you'll live a life of mutual respect."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhanting hugged her even tighter, almost as if he wanted to meld her into his bones, his voice carrying an undeniable domineering tone.

"Won't."

"In my world, there will only be one Su Wanqing."

That military marriage, which began with a misunderstanding, ultimately became the most precise redemption in each other's lives.

Su Wanqing's heart skipped a beat, and she looked up into his deep, star-like eyes.

"Lu Zhanting".

"Um?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, my wife."

The man lowered his head and kissed her.

This kiss was devoid of any lust, only filled with the preciousness and peace that comes after experiencing life and death together.

World peace, tranquil life.

Their story has only just begun.