Tangling with the Western Commander
Chapter 605: 602

Chapter 605: Chapter 602

The calls were for her own name…

When Lu Xiao heard that, he twitched his lips upwards slightly, shaking his head with a helpless resignation.

This little woman.

Although this was the place where he and Captain Liang had discussed and insisted that she spend the night, it was also to teach her a lesson and prevent her from making a grave mistake in the future.

After all, how could he not feel distressed?

So even if she had to stay here for one night, he would stay with her.

And just as Wen Xian was tired from standing and somewhat dejectedly sat down on the ground, still gripping the iron bars of the cell door, suddenly, the sound of a digital lock being disengaged echoed at the entrance.

Her heart tightened instantly, she pricked up her ears, and her eyes stared intently in that direction.

Sure enough, the next moment, after the gate opened, a tall and upright figure appeared.

Lu Xiao, dressed in a black coat with a dark grey V-neck thin fleece underneath, held a set of keys in his hand. As he walked in, he cast a lofty gaze upon her.

Sitting on the ground already in fatigue, Wen Xian had to tilt her head up to look at him.

Watching him, at one meter eighty-eight, enter the room with an erect posture, he resembled a god.

Wen Xian’s neck started aching from looking up, and then she glanced down at herself, trapped in disarray and sitting on the floor without any semblance of elegance. The destitute her, in contrast to the towering him, created a stark juxtaposition as if carved in relief.

Instantly, she felt somewhat wounded.

Sitting on the floor, she wrapped her arms around her knees, bowed her head, and stopped talking.

Lu Xiao, key in hand, entered the room, and at a glance, it was clear he was familiar with the people here, and their relationship was significant. Couldn’t he persuade them to let her off the hook?

It was utterly humiliating.

At this moment, Wen Xian was still unaware of how she got detained. Had she known it was her husband, her own darling who had personally locked her up, she would have been furious to the point of spitting blood.

At the moment,

Lu Xiao watched her sit on the ground, head bowed, hugging her knees, silent, and his eyes darkened with a tinge of profound sentiment.

“What are you doing sitting on the floor? Stand up. Don’t let your body get cold,” he said.

Wen Xian: “…”

She remained seated on the ground, silent, ignoring him.

Although she was acutely aware that he was a man of absolute impartiality, strict in enforcement, deep down, she felt an inexplicable sense of grievance and discomfort.

She understood that she shouldn’t expect him to plead on her behalf, that if she was wrong, she was wrong. But being locked up was a particularly unpleasant feeling.

Lu Xiao, seeing her silence and her muted demeanor, felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Ultimately, he sighed helplessly and squatted down, one knee touching the ground in the standard military posture.

Only then was he eye-level with her.

“Be good, listen, go to bed. We’ll leave first thing in the morning,” Lu Xiao coaxed her.

From this angle, Lu Xiao couldn’t see her expression clearly, but he could see her pouting so much that she could almost hang a soy sauce bottle from it.

“…”

Suddenly, Captain didn’t know whether what he was doing was punishing her or punishing himself.

Appeasing one’s wife is truly the most troublesome of tasks.

Only now did Wen Xian slowly lift her head, and upon looking at him, her eyes turned red with grievance and she said, teary-eyed:

“Captain, I’m no longer fit to be your wife.”

The words took Lu Xiao by surprise, and then his stern eyes deepened:

“What nonsense are you talking about? How are you not worthy?”

Wen Xian, with tear-blurred eyes, looked him over and mumbled:

“You’re like a hero who captures villains, whereas I—”