Back To The 90s: The Resilient Daughter-In-Law-Chapter 1137 - 1136: Provocation

It was Fan Wei!

Nan Fei frowned, all her good mood gone in an instant.

Before, she did not care much when she saw Fan Wei, but now her heart felt as if a vinegar jar had been overturned.

Seeing Fan Wei stand in front of Huo Beijiang, flattering him with coy laughter, Nan Fei wished she could rush over and slap them both.

That’ll wipe the smile off your face!

Humph!

And what about Huo Beijiang? Didn’t he always say he couldn’t be bothered to give other women a second glance?

So why was he now fixating on one so intently?

Nan Fei clenched her fists, bursting with the urge to confront them.

As soon as she stepped out, Fan Wei, facing the direction of the door, saw her. Her pupils contracted, and remembering the pain, anxiety, and torture due to her deep longing she had suffered recently, the resentment in her heart grew ever stronger.

She had no great ambition; she simply hoped to find someone she truly liked and who would treat her with the same wholeheartedness.

From the moment she laid eyes on Commander He, she was smitten, certain she had fallen in love with this man.

Her wholehearted commitment, her firefighting efforts, were all ruined by the presence of that tigress, Jiang Nanfei.

Why did people like Jiang Nanfei even exist, so disgustingly determined to make others’ lives miserable?

Fan Wei’s thoughts became increasingly extreme, her mind consumed with Huo Beijiang, yet she had no chance to come into contact with him, except for the occasional opportunity during rest periods to visit the family compound.

There she had several military spouses she was on good terms with, an excuse to visit under the pretext of seeing them.

Fan Wei slightly turned her face to the side, suppressing the provocative smile at the corner of her mouth, and seized the opportunity to fiercely wrap her arms around Huo Beijiang’s waist.

Nan Fei’s face changed in an instant, dark and frightening.

Huo Beijiang, who had his back to the door all along, was already impatient and was about to turn and leave when he was suddenly embraced.

A trace of fierceness flashed in the depths of his eyes, poised to shove the person away, but realizing his wife had arrived, he almost involuntarily retracted his hand.

"Commander, I’m scared," trembled Fan Wei like a frail white flower, "I simply admire you, please don’t coldly reject your admirer, okay?"

A cold smirk crossed Huo Beijiang’s lips. Every time his little wife asked him if something was okay, he just wanted to say yes, yes, yes. Whatever she said, he wanted to agree, indulging her without principle.

But whenever another woman asked him if things were okay, he felt like punching her into next week.

Huo Beijiang’s hand clenched, restraining himself from sending her flying. Although he was accustomed to acting unbridled in the military, it was always towards those close to him, or actually towards old comrades and college classmates.

To a common soldier like Fan Wei, Huo Beijiang’s demeanor always conformed to that of a division commander.

This was the family compound, where the comings and goings of people were commonplace, particularly at this time in the morning when traffic peaked.

From the start of the face-to-face conversation, quite a few onlookers had taken notice.

In fact, people in the family compound all knew Fan Wei liked the Commander and often made light of it. But out of respect for Huo Beijiang’s aura, nobody ever dared to speak of it openly.

People secretly wagered whether the Commander would take a liking to Fan Wei. After all, she was young, beautiful, educated, and good-tempered.

Although the Commander held a high rank and had substantial authority, at his core, he was a vigorously spirited young man.

It would be normal for him to take a liking to a beautiful and gentle woman.

Now, suddenly seeing Fan Wei and the Commander in an embrace, everyone was so shocked that they forgot to observe secretly.

They all stopped in their tracks, gathering to gawk.

A smug smile flickered on Fan Wei’s lips, her grip around Huo Beijiang tightening with excitement.