Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 423 - 0423: About Lu Jiang3_1

Chapter 423: Chapter 0423: About Lu Jiang3_1

Feng Qingxue wiped her tears, flipping back to the earlier pages of the book to carefully reread all the information about Lu Jiang.

She needed to find out the cause of Lu Jiang’s death. She needed to help Lu Jiang avoid the damage from shrapnel. She didn’t want her hero to leave this continuously exciting world at the age of sixty-five.

He fought on the front lines throughout his lifetime. Throughout his life, he bore the weight of the nation and the army on his shoulders, persistently battling for the country’s territories.

He never got to witness the return of Hong Kong and Macau to China. He did not witness the country’s leap of development.

Wasn’t it just shrapnel? Wasn’t it merely shrapnel puncturing his heart? She had bulletproof vests, state-of-the-art bulletproof vests, with a dozen more in storage. She planned to adapt the vests, so Lu Jiang could wear them covertly underneath his clothes. As long as he put on the vest whenever he went to the battlefield, she refused to believe Lu Jiang’s body would again fill up with dozens of shrapnel pieces that couldn’t be removed!

Her hero, the nation’s hero, did not die on the battlefield, but instead ceased to breathe on the sterile surgical table.

She dared not imagine the agony and regret he must have felt at that time!

Wait a minute!

Feng Qingxue rubbed her eyes. The book said that the most lethal piece of shrapnel in Lu Jiang’s body was from a battlefield in ’61. In order to cover the withdrawal of his comrades, he was hit by more than thirty pieces of shrapnel. One even sliced through an artery, causing severe bleeding, and nearly took his life. After being rushed to the military hospital, several doctors jointly operated to remove some of the shrapnel, but some parts were inoperable, with a significant portion lodged between his chest and stomach. Since then, he suffered phantom pains that would flare up, especially on rainy, gloomy days.

Wasn’t ’61 the year before last? Wasn’t it the year she went to visit Lu Jiang? Wasn’t it also the year they got married?

This meant that the bulletproof vest she had given Lu Jiang worked! Lu Jiang now had no fatal injury, no remnants of shrapnel. Wu Zheng had even helped him heal his lingering injuries. Now with the protection of the bulletproof vest, he should no longer suffer such life-threatening injuries!

Feng Qingxue was instantly filled with joy, as if the weeping and pain she had experienced earlier had never happened.

She found it hard to believe her speculation and read it over and over again, finally confirming that the piece of shrapnel that killed Lu Jiang in his previous life was indeed from the war in ’61!

This really was extraordinarily good news!

She didn’t know how dazzling her smile was, shining like a diamond under the light.

Lu Jiang would not die from injury like he did in his past life, and she would not have to bear any mental burdens.

In his past life, Lu Jiang never married, but in this life, he married her.

She was Lu Jiang’s only wife. She didn’t wrong any other women, and she gave Lu Jiang a cheerful and lively Xibao. Perhaps her time travel was for Lu Jiang, so that the national hero wouldn’t live his life without a wife and a child. So that he wouldn’t repeat the path of his past life. So that his father wouldn’t have to send off his last son!

Perhaps... it was just too unbearable for heaven to keep allowing tragedies to happen to the virtuous Lu Family.

"You are my man, my hero, the father of our child. Lu Jiang, I will forever and always love you, and will forever and always treat you well. You will not live an alienated life carrying the melancholy of a hero."

Feng Qingxue gently caressed the photo of sixty-year-old Lu Jiang in the book. The man in the picture had white hair, his eyes filled with desolation. He no longer looked tall and imposing, merely appearing like an ordinary elderly man. Perhaps it was from the frostbite he suffered while stationed at the border, because his wrinkled face was covered in gnarly scars, battle wounds that could not be erased.