The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s
Chapter 70: Mo Junhua Extra 1_2

Chapter 70: Mo Junhua Extra 1_2

A woman unfaithful in spirit, let alone in body, to Mo Junhua, they are all the same, all unchaste, and an unchaste woman is not worthy of Mo Junhua’s concern.

Not long after their breakup, the news of Zhou Yuwei’s impending marriage with the son of a high-ranking official was buzzing everywhere. Mo Junhua remained indifferent; perhaps he couldn’t let go at the moment, but in time, he would feel nothing.

Two years flew by, and they had not been good to him. Many in the military knew about his past with Zhou Yuwei, who was now married to another man, and there was much gossip behind his back, which he ignored with indifference.

A letter came from his hometown, saying his elderly mother was seriously ill, so Mo Junhua took a month’s leave to go home. When he arrived, he learned that his mother, worrying night and day over his marriage, called him back. People his age in the village had children over ten years old, yet he was still unmarried.

This time, they had set up a match for him with a girl from their village. She was quite a catch—good looking, hardworking and grounded, kind-hearted, respectful to her parents, and skilled at managing both home and fieldwork.

Mo Junhua pondered over it for a night and agreed. After all, marriage was inevitable, and it didn’t matter who he married, especially given that this girl’s parents approved, and he himself was indifferent.

The wedding was simple; just a family meal followed by a joint celebration with both families.

Mo Junhua got drunk at the wedding banquet, helped into the house by his two brothers, he seemed to see Zhou Yuwei, dressed in red wedding attire, smiling at him. Mo Junhua raised his eyebrows and approached her.

That night, Mo Junhua was like a wild horse breaking free, galloping unrestrainedly across the grasslands, delightfully carefree. It was such a wonderfully ecstatic feeling that he did not want to stop, running from dusk until dawn.

Waking up, he saw a tired, unfamiliar young woman in his arms, bruised in patches, as though tormented all night, her brow furrowed in troubled sleep, and she mumbled, "No more, it hurts."

When Mo Junhua regained his senses, he remembered that he had gotten married last night. The woman in his arms was his wife, with whom he would spend his life.

He couldn’t say he liked her, but he didn’t dislike her either.

After a month, his young wife proved to be just as his mother had said—a strong hand with agrarian chores, tidying everything inside and out. Villagers would praise him for his good fortune in marrying a fine wife.

When returning to the military, Mo Junhua left her at home. With his current rank, his family could join the military, but he thought of his aging parents and that his wife staying at home could fulfill filial duties on his behalf.

His new, docile wife followed his every word.

Upon his return to the battalion, Mo Junhua did not expect Zhou Yuwei to seek him out.

Since their pregnancies two years earlier, they had not laid eyes on one another. Mo Junhua was occupied with training every day, the woman slowly fading to the back of his mind. Now she had reappeared all of a sudden.

She cried to Mo Junhua about the hardships of the past. She had been forced, acting against her will. She professed her love for him, which he should know, and how reluctant she was, yet she had no choice.

That man, from a powerful and affluent family, pestered her day by day; everyone in the hospital knew. With Mo Junhua not by her side, no one protected her. Feeling insignificant and fearful, the man threatened her with Mo Junhua’s name, so she meekly complied.

Mo Junhua was never a brainless bruiser; on the contrary, he was highly intelligent, sly as a fox. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have led his men out of an almost entire battalion’s annihilation, achieving such significant military merit.

From a nobody, he climbed slowly, step by step, to the current position of battalion commander, and he was bound to rise even higher, to a position so elevated that everyone else would have to look up.

His investigation revealed that the man had another woman and was caught by Zhou Yuwei. He retorted that he knew about her past relationship with Mo Junhua, accusing her of being a hypocrite who wanted to maintain a chaste reputation while acting otherwise.

Marrying him was for his family background, to continue living a life of luxury, so she may as well turn a blind eye as if nothing happened, and they would go on living as usual.

Others’ affairs were of no interest to Mo Junhua, but Zhou Yuwei came to him daily, reminiscing about their past sweetness, her regret. She asked Mo Junhua, "If I get divorced, will you still marry me? You haven’t found anyone all these years, is it because you still have feelings for me, you can’t forget me, right?"

An observer can see more of the game.

Once Mo Junhua removed himself from Zhou Yuwei’s drama, he could see clearly how hypocritical she was, coveting riches while pretending to be noble, with deep schemes yet feigning innocence.

Gradually, rumors began to circulate in the military that their old flames were rekindling. Mo Junhua heard the whispers all around, but his face, cold and hard, betrayed no emotion. Such things were Zhou Yuwei’s to do, and higher-ups even sent people to inquire with Mo Junhua about the situation.

Mo Junhua told the superiors that he was married but that his wife was underage, so he hadn’t filed a marriage report. Once she came of age, he would. Eventually, the rumors fizzled.

Sick of the chaos, Mo Junhua returned home and brought Lan Tian with him.

After spending time together, Mo Junhua realized his wife felt very inferior and was also timid. A slightly louder tone from him would startle her, and she always kept her head down in his presence.

Home was different with a woman in it—clean and tidy. His clothes, neatly folded, lined up by the bed, ready at hand each morning. His shoes, always clean. Meals, no matter how late he returned, were always warm. A small light was always on in the home.

Life is about the quietly flowing, constant stream.

On the day he brought Lan Tian home, his mother told him that Lan Tian was a good wife, a good woman, and he should treat her well. Mo Junhua believed and promised as much.