Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 195 - 194: Late-Night “Heart-to-Heart”

Eleven o’clock at night.

The headlights of the jeep cut through the darkness of the compound.

Two beams of light swept across the gate of the Gu Family Courtyard.

The engine died.

The car door opened, and a foot clad in combat boots stepped onto the ground.

Gu Yanshen was back.

He had just finished a two-week closed training, still carrying with him the chill and the smell of gunpowder from the field.

He opened the door, and inside an amber lamp was left on.

Gu Lan was already asleep in the next room.

Lin Wan Yi was sitting by the bed, holding a cotton swab dipped in spiritual spring water, gently wiping Gu Ning’s wrist in the cradle.

Hearing the sound, she turned her head.

"You’re back?"

Her voice was light, worried about waking the child.

Gu Yanshen threw his backpack on the ground and walked over in big strides.

He wanted to hug his wife but looked at himself covered in dirt and held back.

He bent down, leaning over the cradle to look at the children.

The originally stern lines of his face softened instantly seeing those two sleeping little faces.

The next second.

His gaze froze.

Fixed on Gu Ning’s tender wrist.

There was a red mark there, still visible despite the spiritual spring water.

Against the baby’s delicate skin, it looked especially glaring.

The temperature in the room dropped to freezing in an instant.

Gu Yanshen stood up straight.

The murderous aura he’d brought back from the battlefield was now unleashed without restraint.

"Who did this?"

The three words seemed squeezed out from between his teeth.

Lin Wan Yi threw the cotton swab into the trash, her tone flat.

"Zhang Guilan’s grandson from next door, six years old."

"Broke in to steal strawberries, Ningning stayed quiet, and he just grabbed."

"If An An hadn’t hit his tendon with a slingshot, that hand might have broken."

Gu Yanshen said nothing.

He turned his head to look at his son sleeping on the other side.

Gu An was sleeping soundly, still clutching tightly to that hard hazelnut.

Gu Yanshen stretched out his rough big hand and gently touched his son’s head.

Then, he turned around and walked to the table.

Picked up the leather military belt he’d specially put on for the drill.

With a "click," the buckle came undone.

He pulled the belt out, folded it in his hand, and straightened it.

The belt made a tense sound.

"What are you going to do?" Lin Wan Yi asked.

Gu Yanshen threw the belt on the table and began to unbutton his uniform.

One, two buttons.

Revealing tight muscles and several old scars underneath.

"Nothing much."

He took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack.

"I’m going to steal some strawberries too."

Lin Wan Yi looked at him.

"Don’t cause any fatalities, this is Beijing University."

Gu Yanshen picked up the enamel mug from the table and took a big swig of cold water.

His Adam’s apple moved up and down.

"Don’t worry."

"I know what I’m doing."

...

Two o’clock in the morning.

A dark and windy night.

From the courtyard of the Zhang Family next door, there came a slight rustle.

Vice Director Zhang in the logistics department was sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck.

As if a knife was suspended above it.

He woke up with a start, just about to shout when a large, intimidating hand clamped over his mouth.

"Mmm——!!!"

By the moonlight outside the window, he saw a shadow perched by his bed.

The man was tall, with broad shoulders.

Playing with a lighter in hand.

"Snap."

A flame flickered up.

Illuminating Gu Yanshen’s expressionless face.

"Vice Director Zhang?"

Vice Director Zhang was scared out of his wits, nodding frantically.

Gu Yanshen released him, tucking the bedding around him.

The gesture was as gentle as if he were tending to a comrade.

"Let’s have a chat outside."

Two minutes later.

In the courtyard.

Vice Director Zhang stood in his large shorts, shivering with cold.

Gu Yanshen stood on the debris of the dismantled shed.

Holding a thumb-thick ribbed steel bar he’d picked up from the ruins.

"I heard from my wife that your grandson likes to climb walls?"

Vice Director Zhang’s teeth chattered: "Mis... misunderstanding... the kid is young..."

"Six years old is not young."

Gu Yanshen weighed the steel bar in his hand.

"My son is only six months old and already knows how to protect his sister."

"Your grandson at six only knows how to bully babies?"

Vice Director Zhang was about to kneel: "Mr. Gu... I’ll whip him tomorrow! I’ll make him apologize!"

Gu Yanshen shook his head.

"No need."

"Kids don’t know any better; it’s the adults who failed to teach them."

"If adults can’t teach properly, then there’s something wrong at home."

With that, he pinched the ribbed steel bar between two fingers.

Without any fancy moves.

He merely twisted his wrist slightly.

"Creak"

The teeth-grinding sound of twisting metal was heard.

That unyieldingly hard steel bar, in his hands, was like a boiled soft noodle.

Twisted into a pretzel.

"Clang."

The pretzel-shaped steel bar was thrown at Vice Director Zhang’s feet.

Kicking up a cloud of dust.

Vice Director Zhang looked down at the "pretzel," his crotch instantly soaked.

Gu Yanshen dusted off the rust on his hands.

"Keep your wife in line, control your grandson."

"If there’s a next time."

He pointed at the steel bar.

"Your bones aren’t tougher than this."

After speaking.

Gu Yanshen propped himself on the two-meter-high courtyard wall with one hand, like an agile leopard, and flipped over it.

Disappearing into the night.

Leaving only Vice Director Zhang, slumped on the ground, looking at the twisted steel bar, silently crying.

...

Early the next morning.

The courtyard was exceptionally quiet.

Usually, Zhang Guilan would be shouting obscenities early in the morning, but today it was dead silent.

The usually lawless Zhuangzhuang didn’t dare to step outside either.

It’s said Vice Director Zhang went to work, holding onto the wall as he walked.

Looking pale, avoiding everyone he saw.

Especially trembling when he saw anyone in military uniform.

Gu Family.

The atmosphere, however, was harmonious.

Gu Yanshen was polishing his handgun.

It was a Type 54 pistol, its black body giving off a cold gleam.

Six-month-old Gu An sat on the cold mat.

He didn’t play with blocks, nor with rattles.

His eyes, strikingly similar to Gu Yanshen’s, were fixed on the gun.

Without even blinking once.

The light in his eyes spelled fascination.

"What are you looking at?"

Gu Yanshen disassembled the gun, oiled it, and reassembled it.

The movement was fluid, with a mechanical beauty.

"Click."

The sound of the gun being cocked.

Gu An’s little body jerked, crawling forward excitedly by two steps.

Reaching out his small hand, he tried to grab it.

"Ah!"

Gu Yanshen stopped his son with a finger on his forehead, pushing him back.

"This isn’t a toy."

"This is my life."

Gu An was not convinced.

He pointed at the gun, babbling urgently, while his tiny hand mimicked pulling a trigger.

Gu Yanshen laughed.

"Oh, you know it fires?"

He ejected the magazine, putting it in his pocket.

Then placed the empty gun into its holster.

Looked around.

He placed the holster on top of the two-meter-high wardrobe.

From that height, not even the six-year-old Zhuangzhuang could reach it, let alone a six-month-old child.

"Want it?"

Gu Yanshen clapped his hands.

"Wait until you grow taller than the wardrobe."

Finishing, he turned to wash his face at the yard’s faucet.

The morning well water was cold, invigorating on the face.

Gu Yanshen washed twice, dried with a towel.

All within three minutes.

When he returned inside.

He halted in his steps.

The towel in his hand fell to the ground with a "plop."

In front of the now empty wardrobe.

The heavy, solid wood chair, originally by the desk, had been dragged over.

The chair’s back pressed against the wardrobe door.

On the seat of the chair, three thick volumes of "Das Kapital" were stacked neatly.

And on top of those three books.

A small figure was teetering.

Gu An.

He was so little, his legs weak, unable to stand firmly.

But his tiny hand gripped the wardrobe door handle, leveraging it to balance his body’s center of gravity.

Like a gecko clinging to a wall.

Using the chair and books to form this simple "ladder."

His other hand, had already reached the edge of the wardrobe top.

The holster.

He was slowly, inch by inch, pulling it down.

"Thud!"

The holster hit the ground.

Gu An let go, gravity pulling him to sit back on the thick pile of books.

Unharmed.

He picked up the holster, bigger than his face.

Skillfully undid the clasp.

Pulled out the empty gun.

Gripping the gun handle with both hands.

The black muzzle aimed at Gu Yanshen who had just entered.

"Bang."

Sound came from Gu An’s little mouth.

Gu Yanshen stood frozen in the doorway.

Looking at his son, sitting on "Das Kapital," aiming a gun at his father. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

This is six months old?

This little one is a genius!