Chapter 139 How to Confess After Going Back

Chapter 139 How to Confess After Going Back

Jiang Yutang turned around in surprise and saw Captain Yan standing behind her. His right leg injury had not fully healed, and he still walked with a limp.

Lieutenant Yan shrugged nonchalantly and walked in: "I'm just here to change my dressing. I'll leave as soon as I'm done and won't bother you."

Seeing this, the old doctor secretly gave Jiang Yutang a look, hoping to give the two a chance to talk things out and ease the atmosphere.

Jiang Yutang nodded slightly, gestured with her chin towards Captain Yan, and patted the wooden stool in front of her: "Captain, please have a seat."

Without any hesitation, Captain Yan walked over and sat down, stretching out his injured right leg.

Jiang Yutang picked up the medicine box and carefully unwrapped the old bandage on his leg with gentle movements.

"Actually, you don't need to feel guilty."

Captain Yan suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence: "Feelings can't be forced. I was too rash back then. I expressed my feelings without asking clearly, which caused you a lot of trouble."

Jiang Yutang paused in her work, looked up at him, and blinked: "I don't feel guilty."

Now it was Captain Yan's turn to be embarrassed.

"I'm just saying you're a good person. Do you expect me to feel guilty for praising you? You're really someone who can't handle praise."

A simple joke ended the awkwardness between the two, and the appreciation in Yan Xiaowei's eyes grew even brighter.

Jiang Yutang lectured incessantly, "You're so badly injured and you still insist on going to the battlefield. If your wounds reopen and you bleed profusely, it's your own fault."

"You were wrong, you were wrong, don't scold me anymore." Captain Yan smiled helplessly.

At noon, Jiang Huaiyu walked into the tent with two steamed buns and immediately saw Jiang Yutang sitting on a straw mat, busy at work.

"Little sister, did Cheng Lanzhou give you a hard time last night?"

Jiang Yutang was wiping her hands when she heard this and shook her head with a smile.

"That's good." Jiang Huaiyu sat down next to her, his tone protective and assertive. "If he dares to bully you, just tell your third brother, and I'll make sure to stand up for you."

Jiang Yutang laughed heartily at his words and said smugly, "Not only did he not bully me, he also apologized to me."

Jiang Huaiyu raised an eyebrow: "It's only right that you apologize. Let's just let this matter rest. Anyway, when you two go back, you should still get a divorce. Don't let him coax you with a few nice words."

She's only just started dating, why is she already pushing for a divorce!

Late at night, Cheng Lanzhou came to pick her up and take her back to her tent on time.

The soldiers they encountered along the way stopped and looked at the couple's affectionate appearance with envy in their eyes.

Cheng Lanzhou carefully helped her lie down on the bed before sitting down beside her: "The matter here is basically resolved. As for the remaining wounded care and camp reorganization, Captain Yan and the doctor are more than capable of handling it."

Jiang Yutang's eyes lit up, and she propped herself up to sit up: "So, we can go back now?"

Cheng Lanzhou nodded and tapped her forehead: "We'll be leaving early in the morning three days from now. Everything's been arranged."

"Where's my book? Has it been found?" Jiang Yutang grabbed his hand, her voice urgent.

When the book was mentioned, Cheng Lanzhou hesitated for a moment, then placed his hand on his knee: "We haven't found it yet, but I've already had people expand the search area. They've even thoroughly searched the bushes around the canyon. We'll get back to you as soon as we have any news."

Upon hearing "not found yet," the joy in Jiang Yutang's eyes vanished instantly, and she slumped down, hanging her head and remaining silent.

Silence fell over the tent, broken only by the rustling of the wind blowing through the window.

After a long silence, Cheng Lanzhou finally spoke softly: "What kind of book is it?"

"Uh, it's just an ordinary collection of folk tales, nothing special," Jiang Yutang replied casually, looking absent-minded.

"Story collection?"

Cheng Lanzhou frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on her expression, and suddenly asked, "If it's just an ordinary story, why would it be so important to you? Could it be... that you wrote it yourself?"

Jiang Yutang was surprised by his question, blinked, and vaguely replied, "You could say that, pretty much."

She stared blankly at her clenched hands, unaware of Cheng Lanzhou's somber expression.

Cheng Lanzhou stared at her for a long time, then stood up and said, "You should rest early. I'll be back later." After saying that, he turned and walked out of the tent.

Until the evening before departure, Cheng Lanzhou slowly walked to Jiang Yutang's side, holding a book in her hand.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Upon seeing the familiar cover, Jiang Yutang excitedly slapped the bed frame: "Yes!"

She quickly took the book, opened it to check, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the pages were intact!

"Thank you, soldiers, for helping me find them."

Cheng Lanzhou replied calmly, "It's good that you found it." There was no curiosity in her tone, as if she had lost all interest in the book.

Because his leg injury had not yet healed, Cheng Lanzhou specially arranged a horse-drawn carriage for the return trip. Although it was simple, it was the best treatment he could receive in the outer camp.

Jiang Yutang lay on several layers of blankets, watching the scenery rushing past the window, feeling both at ease and expectant.

The carriage moved smoothly, and the small curtain beside the carriage was gently lifted. Cheng Lanzhou's gaze fell on her legs, which were covered with thick clothes, and he asked in a deep voice, "Does your leg still hurt?"

Jiang Yutang revealed two dimples and shook her head: "It's much better now."

Cheng Lanzhou subconsciously softened her voice and gently hummed in agreement: "You should get some sleep first. At this pace, we should arrive by evening."

Jiang Yutang lowered the curtain and wrapped the coat tightly around herself.

These are Cheng Lanzhou's clothes, carrying his unique scent of grass, trees, and gunpowder smoke. They feel warm and comforting when wrapped around the body.

She stared blankly at the curtain, pondering how to tell her family when she got back that she and Cheng Lanzhou had reconciled and she didn't want a divorce.

Jiang's parents have always doted on her, and her four older brothers are even more protective of her. Presumably, they would support her decision as long as she was willing.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth into a smile, but she forcibly suppressed the smile as soon as it appeared.

It's easy to talk to the family, but what about Mrs. Lin and Cheng Dai'er...?

Ever since the original owner married into the family, she has never given them a kind look. If they knew that the two of them did not intend to divorce, what would their reaction be?

Enraged enough to break up the couple? Did she think Cheng Lanzhou had been bewitched by her?

As her eyelids gradually closed, she didn't know how long she had slept before the carriage curtain was lifted again, and Cheng Lanzhou handed her a water bottle: "Drink some water to soothe your throat."

Jiang Yutang moved closer to the car and pointed to the swaying curtain, saying, "Could you help me hang the curtain up? I want to see the scenery outside."

"Okay." Without saying a word, Cheng Lanzhou tied the curtain to the carriage pole.

Sunlight streamed into the carriage. Jiang Yutang took the water jug ​​and tilted her head back to drink. The carriage suddenly jolted, and water spilled from the corner of her mouth onto her chin.

Just as she was about to raise her hand to wipe it, Cheng Lanzhou leaned over and gently wiped the water stains off her chin with his fingertips, his movements natural and meticulous.

Jiang Huaiyu, who was outside the car, happened to see this scene and felt a pang of displeasure. She curled her lip in disdain.

As evening approached, the carriage finally arrived at the county town gate.

The city gate opened, and Jiang Yutang leaned out of the car window, where she could see a group of familiar figures standing below the gate.