Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

Chapter 390 Ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke!

Zhong Yuemin, surprised by his current popularity, smiled and nodded in response.

Am I a celebrity now?

"That's not the case!"

Zhou Xiaobai's voice was filled with pride.

"Your exploits, Battalion Commander Zhong, capturing the enemy division commander alive, have already spread far and wide. At the time, all the major newspapers in Beijing featured it on their front page, and there were even photos of you."

Even my dad, a very serious man, nodded after reading the newspaper and personally praised you, saying, "Like father, like son! Well done! You're a true celebrity now!"

The two chatted and laughed, and soon arrived home. The gate to the courtyard was ajar. As they pushed the cart inside, the aroma of home-cooked food wafted out.

I told my father before I came back from visiting relatives, and he's probably busy in the kitchen right now.

"Dad, I'm back!"

Zhong Yuemin propped up his bicycle in the yard and called out to the house.

Zhong Shanyue knew his son was coming home today, but he didn't show much excitement. He walked out of the kitchen with a spatula in his hand.

Approaching the two men, he calmly looked his son up and down, noticing that although he had lost some weight, he was full of energy, and his eyes held a composure and sharpness honed by the trials of war.

Nodding in satisfaction, he stepped forward and patted his son's shoulder forcefully, his voice loud and clear.

"Alright, after more than a month of real combat experience, your demeanor has changed a lot. You're much more presentable now, like a real man!"

Zhong Yuemin touched his nose, wondering to himself, "What does this mean? So, in your eyes before,..."

Am I not a man?

Zhong Shanyue then asked,

"The train was supposed to arrive this morning, so why did it take you so long to get home?"

He glanced at his watch; it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhong Yuemin made it up off the top of his head and laughed it off.

"Ah... well, the train... is delayed, yes, delayed, haha,"

Hearing this, Zhou Xiaobai, who was standing next to him, blushed almost imperceptibly and lowered her head guiltily.

Forget about the train being delayed; it was clearly this scoundrel who dragged her around his "secret base" until noon...

Thinking back to her previous madness, she felt the heat that had just subsided on her face surge back up, making her incredibly embarrassed!

It's broad daylight!

Fearing her father-in-law would ask further questions and expose her, she quickly stepped forward, obediently took the spatula from Zhong Shanyue's hand, and said softly:

"Dad, you and Yuemin go inside and talk. I'll make lunch."

Zhong Shanyue was extremely satisfied with his daughter-in-law; she was sensible, virtuous, and well-educated.

He cheerfully handed the spatula to Zhou Xiaobai and nodded, saying:

"Okay, okay, then I'll have to trouble you, Xiaobai."

As he spoke, he called to his son.

“Come on, Yuemin, go inside and talk to your dad. Tell him about your situation over there.”

The father and son went into the main room, sat down and chatted. It had been over a year since they last met; the father's temples were mostly gray, and the wrinkles on his face were much deeper.

When he first entered the door, his father didn't show much on his face. Knowing his father's personality, he was a typical soldier, cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and reserved in his emotions.

During the month he was on the front lines, his father appeared calm on the surface, but behind the scenes, he must have been very worried and concerned about him.

I reported the battlefield situation to my father, and when I mentioned my fallen comrades, my heart grew heavy again.

Zhong Shanyue listened silently, deeply moved.

"In war, sacrifice and capture are perfectly normal. Your father and I have fought in countless battles, from the Japanese to Chiang Kai-shek, across the north and south. We've fought no fewer than a hundred battles, big and small."

The comrades who fell beside me…sigh, there were so many, and I can't even remember what many of them looked like now.”

Her thoughts drifted back to those war-torn years, then she turned her gaze back to her son.

"Now that we've put on this uniform and taken up arms, we must be prepared at any time to defend our country, even if it means dying on the battlefield."

For soldiers, being able to sacrifice themselves on the battlefield is, in a sense, an honor and a destiny.

"Dad, what if I were to sacrifice myself and no one were to take care of you in your old age? What would you do then?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Shanyue's eyes widened.

"Nonsense, I'm supported by the state, why do you need to worry about me?"

"Although your father is old and can't compare to you young people, these old bones of mine can still take care of myself. Even when I'm no longer able to move, the organization won't abandon me!"

Although his words were spoken with conviction, Zhong Yuemin still keenly caught the fleeting fear and relief deep in his father's eyes.

His father is as stubborn as ever!

Zhong Yuemin added,

"Dad, there's something else. Although I made some contributions on the battlefield, I also made mistakes. The higher-ups decided to 'offset the merits and demerits,' and after all that work, I didn't get anything. I'm still just a battalion commander. You... won't be angry, will you? Do you think your son has disgraced you?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Shanyue scoffed without giving him any face, his face full of disdain, and snorted:

"Angry? I'm not angry at all. With the meager achievements you've made and that insignificant official title, your old man doesn't even look down on you."

They started boasting about their past heroic deeds again.

"At your age, I'd be a commander of a main force regiment by now, with a bunch of men under my command, fighting tough battles all the time."

You've done all that trouble, and you're still just a battalion commander? You have the nerve to show off to your father here? Go cool off somewhere else!

Zhong Yuemin rubbed his nose, realizing he'd been too talkative. Asking such a question was pointless; compared to his father's illustrious military record, it was indeed insignificant.

For lunch, the family ate a few simple home-style dishes around the table. Zhong Yuemin praised Xiaobai's cooking skills, saying they had improved to the point of being comparable to a master chef.

"Now you know how to say it's good? While you were away, Xiaobai came to see this old man every few days, cooking, washing clothes, and cleaning the house. He's much more filial and sensible than your own son. You're just good with words."

His tone revealed an undisguised bias towards his daughter-in-law and a "disdain" for his son.

Zhong Yuemin, with his thick skin, not only didn't feel embarrassed, but instead seized the opportunity and said to his father with a grin:

"Dad, what are you saying? Xiaobai is your daughter-in-law, so it's only natural for her to take care of you, right, Xiaobai?"

As he spoke, he winked at Zhou Xiaobai.

Zhou Xiaobai naturally nodded obediently and said softly:

“Dad, this is what I should do. Yuemin is in the army and can’t leave. I’m taking care of the family from the rear to share his burden.”

Looking at his daughter-in-law's gentle and sensible demeanor, and then glancing at his son's unruly grin, Zhong Shanyue felt both gratified and amused, thinking to himself:

That brat Yuemin, he used to be a lazy, troublemaking scoundrel all day long, but who would have thought he'd actually be so lucky to marry such a wonderful girl as Xiaobai? The Zhong family must be incredibly lucky!

May the mother of my child be watching over me from heaven!