Rising up on my tiptoes, I planted a lightning-fast kiss right on his cheek.

“Gu Changfeng, you were insanely handsome just now.”

He instantly went dead rigid, turning into a stone statue under a spell.

Watching him wage full-scale verbal warfare against himself in his head, I felt like throwing a one-woman carnival.

I pulled out the thick slab of pork belly, holding it up in front of his face. “How about I make you red-braised pork tonight?”

“…Fine,” he squeezed out a single word, his eyes glued straight to the ceiling.

I knew his game through and through. Cold on the outside, but inside? A full-blown celebration.

From that exact moment, I—Lin Wanqiu—was no longer a soft target for anyone to push around. Because behind me stood a giant idiot who was ready to shield me from the entire world.

Over the next few days, Gu Changfeng changed completely.

His voice was still as commanding as ever: “Eat all the meat,” “Go to sleep early,” “Don’t touch cold water!”

Yet the frequency of his “resupply runs” skyrocketed.

One day he lugged home a bag of brown sugar, the next day he dragged back a clucking hen, and the day after that, he even hauled in half a rack of pork ribs… honestly making me feel like I was recovering from childbirth.

The other military wives who had previously been waiting to watch a disaster unfold were now practically green with envy.

And that wasn’t all. Three days later, a gleaming, shiny Butterfly-brand sewing machine was carried straight into our home.

The look on Li Aihua and Sister Wang’s faces was an absolute sight—a shade of bruised banana peel.

What they didn’t know was that the sewing machine had been traded for the Third-Class Military Medal he had saved up over years of service.

Only I could hear the chaotic storm inside his head:

What a massive dork.

Then came the day he had to leave for a two-week field training exercise.

Silently folding his uniform, he handed me an envelope packed with his allowance money. “I’m heading out. If anything comes up, go find the political commissar.”

It sounded like a routine business trip, but I knew it was anything but simple.

“Bah, bah, bah!” I burst out, cutting off his gloomy train of thought.

He turned around, startled. “What did you say?”

I quickly salvaged my cover. “I said, throw all those jinxing thoughts right out the window! You are definitely coming back safe and sound!”

She’s worried about me? She won’t let me jinx myself? His inner voice was a blend of shock and pure bliss.

My heart melted into a puddle.

I shoved a cloth tote bag into his hands. “Here, take this.”

“What’s this?” He squeezed it gently—it felt soft.

“Shoe insoles and undergarments I made for you. Plus a little jerky. Training out there is brutal, so keep your strength up.”

I adjusted his collar, giving him a quiet warning. “Don’t you dare get hurt, hear me?”

The way he looked at me was so searingly intense I almost didn’t dare meet his gaze.

Without warning, he pulled me into his arms, squeezing me so tight it felt like he wanted to fuse me into his very bones.

“Wait for me to come home,” his voice rasped in my ear.

It was the very first time he had ever taken the initiative to be physical.

I stood on my tiptoes, whispering softly, “I’ll wait. But if you dare come back missing a single strand of hair, just see how I handle you.”

His body trembled slightly, and he held me even tighter.

The assembly whistle blew outside.