Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

Chapter 372 The Beloved Little Sister 7

The next morning, while the camp was still shrouded in a thin mist, Ji Xiaosong heard deliberately light footsteps outside the door.

She opened the window and saw You Yong pacing outside the door, holding a steaming lunchbox in his hand.

"Brother You Yong?" she called softly.

You Yong suddenly looked up, like a startled rabbit, almost knocking over his lunchbox.

"I...I'll bring you breakfast!" he stammered, his ears turning red again.

Ji Xiaosong smiled and teased him deliberately, "Why don't you come in? Are you afraid I'll eat you?"

You Yong's Adam's apple bobbed, and after much hesitation, he pushed the door open and entered.

He was wearing a clean military uniform today, and his hair was still wet, obviously he had just washed it.

"Eat it while it's hot." He placed the lunchbox on the table, which contained fragrant white porridge and two fried eggs. "I...I fried them myself."

Ji Xiaosong scooped a spoonful of porridge into her mouth, her eyes lighting up: "Delicious!"

She looked up at him and said, "Brother You Yong, you should eat too."

“I’ve already eaten!” You Yong stood ramrod straight, but his eyes couldn’t help glancing at her face.

In the morning light, Ji Xiaosong, who had just woken up, had rosy cheeks and long hair that fell over her shoulders, making her look even more beautiful than last night.

Ji Xiaosong deliberately slowed down her porridge eating, watching You Yong's gaze follow her spoon as she chuckled inwardly.

This mighty soldier, so imposing on the battlefield, was like a lovestruck teenager in front of her.

“Brother You Yong,” she suddenly put down her spoon, “you said yesterday you were going on a mission, what kind of mission was it?”

You Yong's expression suddenly froze.

He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind: "Song'er, actually... I'm not going on a mission."

"Ok?"

“Yes…” He clenched his fists. “It’s because my superiors won’t let me go. The division commander said it would be a waste for a top soldier like me to retire.”

Ji Xiaosong's heart sank: "So..."

"So my discharge application was suppressed." You Yong's voice was low. "The division commander said that I have to serve for at least another three years."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Looking at You Yong's tense jawline, Ji Xiaosong suddenly understood his anxiety; he was afraid she wouldn't want to wait.

“Three years…” she deliberately dragged out the words, watching You Yong’s face grow paler and paler. “Does that mean our wedding has to be postponed?”

You Yong suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with panic: "Song'er, if you can't wait, I... I understand..."

"Fool." Ji Xiaosong suddenly stood up and walked up to him. "What's three years? I'll wait for you."

You Yong's eyes lit up instantly, and he excitedly grabbed her hand: "Really?"

“Of course.” Ji Xiaosong smiled slyly, “But… you have to promise me one thing.”

"What is it? Don't just say one thing, a hundred things will do!"

Ji Xiaosong tiptoed and whispered in his ear, "You have to let me... kiss you."

You Yong froze, his face instantly turning as red as a boiled shrimp.

He stammered, "This...this is against the rules..."

"What?" Ji Xiaosong tilted her head. "You don't want to kiss me?"

"Yes!" You Yong blurted out, then immediately covered his mouth in annoyance, "No, I meant..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ji Xiaosong gently pressed her lips to his.

It was a fleeting kiss, yet it struck You Yong like a thunderbolt, leaving him frozen in place.

"This is the deposit." Ji Xiaosong took a step back and winked mischievously. "The rest can be collected after you leave the army."

You Yong's breathing became heavy. He suddenly pulled Ji Xiaosong into his arms, but stopped just before touching her. In the end, he simply placed a light kiss on her forehead: "Wait for me. I will definitely come back to marry you."

His voice was hoarse but firm, carrying the unique tenacity of a soldier.

Ji Xiaosong leaned against his strong chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat, and suddenly felt that waiting for three years didn't seem so unbearable.

“Oh, right,” You Yong suddenly remembered something and took out a letter from his pocket, “This is all the allowances and bonuses I’ve saved up over the years, it’s all for you.”

Ji Xiaosong opened it and saw a bankbook. The number on it made her eyes widen: "So much?"

“I don’t have many expenses in the army.” You Yong scratched his head sheepishly. “I will put money into it every month from now on. Buy whatever you want, don’t be stingy.”

Ji Xiaosong felt a warmth in her heart. This silly man was going to hand over all his possessions to her.

She shoved the bankbook back into his hand: "Keep it for yourself, I have ways to make money."

Seeing that You Yong was about to object, she smiled mysteriously, "When you're discharged from the army, I'll show you something good."

Before You Yong could say anything more, a bugle call suddenly sounded outside.

He frowned in annoyance: "I have to go to training."

"Go ahead," Ji Xiaosong said, pushing him out the door. "Come find me again tonight."

You Yong left reluctantly, turning back every few steps.

Ji Xiaosong stood by the window, watching his tall figure gradually disappear into the distance, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

Rongrong screamed excitedly in her mind: "Ahhh! It's so sweet! Asong, you're so good at this!"

Ji Xiaosong touched her still slightly hot lips and thought to herself: This man is mine.

*

On the training field, You Yong was like a man possessed, taking down five veterans in a row.

His movements were swift and ruthless, but his eyes darted around, and a silly grin would occasionally creep onto his lips.

"Did the platoon leader take the wrong medicine today?" a new recruit muttered under his breath, rubbing his sore buttocks.

"What do you know!" the veteran winked. "His fiancée is here, how could he not be excited?"

In the distance, Regiment Commander Zhao Zhigang observed the training with his hands behind his back. Seeing this, he couldn't help but shake his head: "This kid, I've never seen him train this hard before."

Chief of Staff Li Guoqiang laughed and said, "He's young, I can understand. I heard his fiancée is very beautiful. When she came yesterday, all the young men in the reconnaissance company stared at her."

Zhao Zhigang raised an eyebrow: "Is that the girl who made him insist on leaving the army?"

“Absolutely!” Li Guoqiang lowered his voice. “I heard that You Yong has been thinking about his childhood sweetheart since they were little. The girl was sick for a few years, but now that she’s better, he’s in no hurry to go back and get married.”

Zhao Zhigang nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly strode towards the training ground: "You Yong! Come here!"

You Yong sprang to his feet with a quick leap, ran to the regimental commander, stood at attention, and saluted: "Regimental Commander!"

"At ease." Zhao Zhigang looked him up and down. "I heard your fiancée is visiting?"

You Yong's face flushed red, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness: "Reporting, Commander! Yes!"

"Look at you, so easily discouraged!" Zhao Zhigang laughed and scolded. "You're so distracted during training, what are you thinking about?"

You Yong straightened his back: "Reporting, Commander! I'm thinking..."

He suddenly stopped, his ears turning bright red.

Zhao Zhigang and Li Guoqiang exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.

"Alright!" Zhao Zhigang patted You Yong on the shoulder. "I can see you're not training well either. Here's what we'll do: submit a marriage application, and I'll grant you special permission to get married in the military first!"

You Yong's eyes widened, completely dumbfounded: "Regimental...Regimental Commander?"