Chapter 44 She's a Celestial Being! (1/3)

"Alright, I'll take it then." Su Wantang chuckled as she placed the envelope in her bag. "If you ever need money in the future, just ask me for it."

"Okay." The man looked at the woman in front of him with tender and doting eyes.

The train continued its journey, and Su Wantang enjoyed the rapidly passing scenery through the window, feeling relaxed and happy.

She was eager to reach the island.

She was already looking forward to life with the military on the island.

The train journey took three days and three nights, finally arriving in the southern province on the fourth day.

It takes a boat to get from the southern province to the island.

Lu Linchuan carried the luggage in one hand and protected Su Wantang's waist with the other. He bought Su Wantang a ship ticket and accompanied her onto the ship.

The ship cut through the blue waves, leaving a long white line on the endless azure sea. The vast blue waters surged and crashed against the surface wave after wave.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty and damp scent, swept over Su Wantang, ruffling her soft, black hair.

She leaned against the ship's railing, gazing at the magnificent view where the sea and sky met in the distance, her stomach churning.

She doesn't get carsick when traveling by train, but she starts to get seasick when traveling by cruise ship.

Just as she was about to hold back, a warm, large hand covered her back, gently easing her breathing.

Are you feeling unwell?

Lu Linchuan's deep, sexy voice rang in my ears, carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Su Wantang shook her head, her face a little pale. "I feel a little seasick, but it's okay. It's just a bit stuffy, but I'll feel better after a breeze."

As soon as she finished speaking, an even stronger wave of nausea rushed to her throat. She covered her mouth and gagged a few times, but nothing came out. Instead, her eyes welled up with tears.

Lu Linchuan's brows furrowed instantly. Without a word, he picked her up and strode back to the cabin. He carefully placed her on the bed, his movements as gentle as if she were a rare treasure.

He rummaged through his luggage and pulled out a small thermos, poured out warm water, and then, seemingly out of nowhere, produced two sour plums and offered them to her lips.

"Rinse your mouth with water first, then put one in your mouth."

His arrangements were methodical and orderly, clearly indicating that he had made preparations in advance.

Su Wantang obediently put the sour plum in her mouth, and the sweet and sour taste spread in her mouth, finally suppressing the nausea.

She recovered and looked at the man's tense profile, then reached out and tugged at the hem of his shirt.

"I'm fine, just a little seasick."

Lu Linchuan didn't speak, but simply reached out and carefully, even somewhat clumsily, placed his large, warm palm on her still flat stomach. The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric, carrying a reassuring strength.

His gaze fell on her belly, his eyes focused and deep, as if they could see through everything and see the little life that was quietly growing.

"The doctor said the first three months are the most important." He lowered his voice, and every word was solemn. "You can't have any bumps, you can't overwork yourself, and you can't afford to make any mistakes."

"You've suffered by traveling on this ship with me."

The man looked at her with deep remorse in his eyes.

If he weren't a soldier, but someone else, he could be by her side every day.

He took care of her every day throughout her pregnancy, but as a soldier, he would be assigned to business trips and missions from time to time, which would mean leaving her and not being able to stay by her side to take care of her.

If he weren't a soldier, she wouldn't have needed to accompany him on such a long train journey, nor would she have had to endure the pain of a turbulent ship ride because of him.

Su Wantang's heart softened.

This iron-willed regimental commander, who was known for his absolute authority on the training ground and who could strike fear into the hearts of his greenhorn soldiers, was now as nervous as a young boy.

She took his hand in hers, which was resting on her lower abdomen, and gently stroked the rough calluses on the back of his hand with her fingertips.