Reborn in the 70s: Pampered by Regiment Commander
Chapter 147 - 124 Chuxia’s Mother’s Misunderstanding_2

Chapter 147: Chapter 124 Chuxia’s Mother’s Misunderstanding_2

Zhou Mikang furrowed his brows, "I asked you afterwards if you wanted to do clerical work or actually be a medical staff, didn’t you hear?"

"Sorry, I was a bit distracted just now..." Chuxia stood up, took the thermos, and filled Zhou Mikang’s cup with water, "Thank you, Commander, for your kindness. It’s all my fault, hehe..."

Zhou Mikang looked at Chuxia, who suddenly became obsequious, and was speechless.

"Right, you said clerical work or medical staff, which clerical position? Which medical position?"

This response...

Zhou Mikang rubbed his forehead with a headache, but then he let it go, considering she was just a young girl about to turn eighteen. Although a bit unusual, her youth and rural upbringing meant she hadn’t seen much of the world, so her current demeanor was actually quite good...

If Chuxia knew how the commander was making excuses for her, she would definitely be frustrated. How could she not have seen the world? She had seen much more of it than him!

"You don’t know anyone else here; for clerical work, you’d go to the main hospital and work with Luo Xiaoqiong. As for medical staff, you have two choices, either the main or the branch hospital. Your second aunt is the deputy director at the branch and could take good care of you."

This arrangement was quite considerate.

In that moment, Chuxia somewhat came to terms with Zhou Mikang not letting her assist Jing Zhe.

However, after collecting her thoughts, she looked at him earnestly, "Thank you for thinking so much for me, but I still want to try and make it on my own first.

I’m only seventeen. I don’t want to start following a path set out by you from now on. Even if I am to marry you, you would just be my husband, not my parents. I don’t want to depend too much on you for everything.

I believe you wouldn’t betray me, but that doesn’t mean I should lose my independence and follow everything you arrange. You understand that, right?"

"Okay!" he agreed heartily, "I only made these arrangements because your health isn’t very good, and after all, you’re going to be my wife, so I must learn to consider things on your behalf more."

"Thank you!"

"Don’t be so formal with me," Zhou Mikang said earnestly, staring at her, "Lin Chuxia, it’s not that I don’t like you at all. Otherwise, with my personality, I definitely wouldn’t marry you."

"You..." Chuxia looked at him confusedly, "Wasn’t your original point just to keep my expectations low? Weren’t you implying that you can provide me everything materially, but not emotionally?"

"Which ear heard me say that?" Zhou Mikang’s voice suddenly filled with anger.

Chuxia shrank back, frightened: "You... you didn’t say it explicitly, but... but that was the gist." It was not easy to say this under his daunting presence!

Being with him felt like when she was in primary school dealing with a teacher. How could they live together as husband and wife..., "I’m going back." Chuxia quickly stood up, and without waiting for him to say anything, she moved towards the door.

With a rueful tug at the corner of his mouth, Zhou Mikang muttered quietly, "Come back here!"

"Is... there something else?" Chuxia grinned sheepishly, "There’s someone waiting for me in the playground, I need her to cover for me, it’s a bit cold."

"Go ahead." Zhou Mikang waved his hand, and Chuxia darted out like a rabbit. With a resigned sigh, Zhou Mikang flipped open his notebook... and spaced out!

...

Zhao Yulan and Lin Baohe, together with Fat Aunt, were working in the field, when Luo Gangshun came over with a big smile and quick steps: "The kids sent letters." He handed one to Zhao Yulan and Lin Baohe and another to Fat Aunt, "I’ve read them already, now you do."

Zhao Yulan’s hands trembled as she opened the letter, with Lin Baohe breathing heavily beside her.

Ever since Chuxia left, the couple hadn’t stopped worrying about her. Usually working with Fat Aunt, their conversations mostly revolved around their concern for their children—especially Hongqi.

A few days ago, Zhong Hongying received a letter from Hongqi. Fat Aunt, who had never liked Zhong Hongying, specially went to ask Zhong Hongying if there was any mention of her daughter and Chuxia in the son’s letter.

The answer, of course, was disappointing. Even more so for Zhao Yulan and Lin Baohe.

With only one daughter, whose health was a bit frail, Zhao Yulan and Lin Baohe’s concern for Chuxia was certainly greater than that of Fat Aunt and Luo Gangshun.

Now that they had finally received a letter from their daughter, one could imagine how excited the couple was!

Luo Gangshun had already stepped closer, seeing that Zhao Yulan was taking a long time to open the letter, he took it from her, opened it, unfolded it, and handed it back to her.

Reading the letter, obviously, involved three heads huddled together.

With the two families being so close, and Chuxia nearly becoming their daughter-in-law, as well as being somewhat unsatisfied with the vague details in the daughter’s letter, Luo Gangshun felt no pressure in reading Chuxia’s letter.

From boarding the train, to arriving at the garrison, to the specifics of her arrangements, and her meeting with Hongqi, Chuxia had listed everything clearly.

"Chuxia is so sensible, unlike that girl Xiaoqiong; just two sentences and she and her mother got angry." As he read, Luo Gangshun couldn’t help but sigh.

Fat Aunt joined in, looking quite vexed, "Let me see after you’re done. That darn girl wrote only two lines, and ’Dad, Mom’ took up one of them."

"...Dad, Mom, there’s something I need to discuss with you. Our unit’s commander wants me to marry him; he’s a battalion commander. If I don’t marry him, it’s likely I won’t be able to stay in the army. But you don’t need to worry; he’s not a bad person. Once things are settled, I’ll write to you again."

Reading this last part, Zhao Yulan felt her head explode. Was her daughter being beautiful a crime? Being forced to marry at home, and now, just days after arriving at the base, someone was targeting her again?

A battalion commander, how old could he be? If not staying in the army meant not marrying an old man, then so be it! At this moment, she didn’t even remember that the battalion commander who last visited was only in his twenties...(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)