Chapter 583 Doesn’t Look Drunk at All

Chapter 583: He Doesn’t Look Drunk at All

When He Tingyue appeared in the residential compound, everyone gaped at him like he was a ghost.

After hearing about what happened at the commendation meeting, people began expressing concern for Jiang Yu.

Whoever did that has no conscience, daring to shove a pregnant woman like that.

“Thank God Little He made it back, or what would you have done?”

Jiang Yu also felt relieved, though the thought still gave her chills thinking about it.

“Aunt Xu, we’re heading back inside now.”

Xu Lihua nodded repeatedly. “Go on, then.”

Since He Tingyue had just returned, the couple must’ve had a lot to catch up on.

Once inside, they went straight to their room.

Jiang Yu burst out asking, “Was it a sudden assignment? Before you left with the convoy, you didn’t say a word about it.”

He Tingyue had just returned, and his clothes hadn’t been changed in days. Not wanting to stink her out, he kept his distance.

“Our transport team had just entered Hebei Province when we got ambushed with explosives.”

Coincidentally, there was an aftershock at the time, causing panic. In the chaos, several comrades were killed.

The bodies of those who died had long been transported back—Jiang Yu already knew that.

That was precisely why, when no word came from He Tingyue, everyone assumed he must have died.

“I suspected there were spies hiding in our transport team, so I went along with it to investigate.”

Most of the others were just transport team members, no good in a fight and unable to assist him.

It wasn’t until Xiao Qi and the others arrived that he finally got backup.

He owed it to Jiang Yu’s quick thinking for sending them over.

“Is it all taken care of now?”

“All taken care of.”

He had even met his former superior, who offered him his old job back in the military.

Jiang Yu’s eyes lit up. “Did you take it?”

“No.”

Jiang Yu was puzzled. She’d always assumed He Tingyue wanted to go back.

His leaving the military earlier was mostly because of He Feiyan.

He Tingyue shook his head. “A few years ago, I would’ve said yes.”

People change—so do their priorities.

Jiang Yu, of course, respected his choice.

"Hurry up and take your clothes off—I want to see."

He Tingyue glanced down. "Let me shower first."

Jiang Yu chided, "It's not like we haven't spent all day together. What are you embarrassed about? I don't care."

She urged, "Just take it off already!"

He Tingyue had wanted to hide it, but seeing her insistence, he reluctantly removed his shirt.

You couldn't tell at all with his clothes on, but when he took it off, his whole back was covered in wounds—impossible to miss.

Jiang Yu's eyes widened, tears springing to her eyes.

It'd been over a month, and most of the injuries had scabbed over.

But just how much of his back was wounded made her imagine the agony of having your skin ripped off.

"And you said it was nothing!"

He Tingyue knew she’d cry at the sight and quickly drew her close, trying to soothe her.

"They're just surface wounds. They look bad, but they’ll heal soon."

Jiang Yu traced the uneven scars on his hand, tears flowing freely.

He Tingyue didn’t want to move, but as her fingers brushed his back, the itchy wounds began tingling instead, spreading down his spine and through his limbs.

"Wife, keep that up and I won't be able to control myself."

He gripped Jiang Yu’s slender wrist and gave her a meaningful look downward.

Jiang Yu flushed and gave him a scandalized look.

"Ugh! Go shower—you reek!"

It wasn’t his fault—ever since learning Jiang Yu was pregnant, they hadn’t been intimate.

He Tingyue grabbed her head and gave her a hard kiss, nibbling at her ear while gently resting a hand on her belly.

Jiang Yu’s thin clothing did nothing to stop the heat radiating from his palm.

"Four months now."

The doctor had said no sex for the first three months, but the mid-term was safe and even beneficial for pregnant women.

Jiang Yu, already worked up, blushed deeply and pushed him away.

"Go shower! If you don’t leave soon, the whole neighborhood will hear us!"

She still had to go out later.

He Tingyue glanced down and sighed helplessly.

He'd just have to tough it out.

After his shower, Jiang Yu brought up the He family.

"Seems like your father called in some favors to fast-track He Dongqi's promotion."

He Tingyue said, "No big deal."

Even if he had the chance to get promoted, he'd sabotage it.

No way a guy who messed with his wife gets an easy promotion.

The couple reunited after so long just wanted to sit together and talk.

He Tingyue's life over the past month had been the same old routine, with little worth mentioning.

Mostly, he listened to Jiang Yu speak.

As they were talking, they heard her before they saw her.

He Feiyan's shriek came from outside, and she almost wiped out on the doorstep.

"Big brother! Big brother!"

He Tingyue frowned. "Still so clumsy."

He Feiyan didn’t care about being reckless and immediately hugged him.

"Big brother, if you hadn’t come back, we’d have been totally crushed!"

He Tingyue waited for her to cry for a while before pushing her away.

That was all the patience he had.

"Why the tears?"

Jiang Yu scrunched her nose—he really had no patience at all.

He Feiyan, like she’d found her hero, clung to He Tingyue and launched into her grievances.

From the Fu family in the compound to Wei Xiuru and her son, she was practically begging He Tingyue to go after them with a knife right then.

Jiang Yu was getting a headache. "Alright, alright, we’ve got bigger things to worry about now."

He Feiyan paused, then remembered why she had rushed home in the first place.

She’d heard Jiang Yu was almost knocked over at the awards ceremony!

"Sister-in-law, are you okay?"

Jiang Yu shook her head. "I’m fine."

He Feiyan was fuming. "Who’d pull such a nasty stunt?"

Jiang Yu thought carefully—the guy was a total stranger, someone she didn’t recognize.

"We’ll know after your brother grills him."

He Feiyan clenched her fists tightly. "Make sure he talks—after you rough him up!"

He Tingyue hadn’t forgotten about it either. After letting Jiang Yu know, he headed out.

He was gone till nightfall.

In the meantime, a bunch of folks stopped by asking about what had happened at the awards ceremony.

But Jiang Yu had no idea who that person was—she didn't recognize him at all.

It wasn’t until He Tingyue returned that he explained the situation to her.

The man who hit Jiang Yu was named Zhang Shen, a newcomer to the transport team.

Since he had just joined and lacked experience, he wasn’t assigned to follow the team to disaster relief in Ji Province.

“He insisted that no one put him up to this, claiming he had been drinking and accidentally bumped into you.”

Jiang Yu wasn’t buying that excuse.

“The way he came at me, it felt like he was trying to kill me—nothing like someone who was just drunk.”

He Tingyue frowned. “Mind how you talk.”

Jiang Yu scoffed. “Someone definitely put him up to it. If we don’t figure out who’s behind this, I won’t be able to let it go.”

He Tingyue nodded. “Don’t worry.”

Jiang Yu brushed the matter off and started thinking about what to eat for lunch.

She had gotten up early for the awards ceremony and had barely eaten all day.

“I want zhajiang noodles (noodles with fried sauce).”

Though Jin Dashu’s zhajiang noodles were delicious, they just weren’t the same as He Tingyue’s.

He Tingyue messed up her hair. “I’ll go buy groceries. We’ll have zhajiang noodles for lunch.”

Jiang Yu licked her lips. “And pick up some donkey rolls (lüdagun) from Shunlinzhai—I just got a craving.”

“Sure.”