Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 162 - 161: Mr. Gu Arrives! Try Touching My Wife and See What Happens
The military green figure at the end of the field ridge stood like a mountain.
Gu Yanshen.
Why was he here?
Lin Wan Yi’s heartbeat skipped a beat.
The exclamations and discussions around seemed to have been muted at that moment.
All eyes shifted from the golden miracle to the other end of the ridge.
Gu Yanshen moved.
He took long strides and walked straight forward.
The crowd seemed to be parted by an invisible hand, automatically making way for him.
He didn’t glance sideways.
His eyes fixed solely on the woman standing in the golden mist.
Professor Wang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was silenced by the overwhelming presence.
Dean Li instinctively straightened his body.
Gu Yanshen stopped in front of Lin Wan Yi.
He was very tall.
The shadow he cast completely enveloped her.
He didn’t say a word.
Just looked at her.
His gaze moved from her slightly messy hair, to her dust-stained white shirt, and finally stopped at her hands holding the incubator box.
Those hands, fair and slender, were now covered with soil.
He reached out his hand.
Not to touch her.
But to take the black incubator box from her arms.
The box was somewhat heavy, but he held it steadily.
Then, his gaze slowly lifted, sweeping across the surroundings.
Everyone who met his gaze instinctively looked away.
It wasn’t a look directed at people.
It was the look of a wolf surveying its territory.
Finally, his gaze landed on Chen Zhiyuan, who was sitting on the ground, hugging his foot and wailing.
It stayed for only a second.
Chen Zhiyuan’s cries abruptly stopped, like a chicken with its throat constricted.
The air turned cold.
"Sister-in-law..."
Song Wen held the box, and quietly called out, trying to break the eerie silence.
Gu Yanshen didn’t even glance at her.
He bent down.
Under the stunned gaze of everyone, he began to pick up the golden egg cards that hung from the cotton stalks.
He was dressed in a sharp military uniform.
The creases on his pants sharp enough to cut through the air.
The military boots on his feet polished to a gleaming shine.
Yet he seemed oblivious to the mud on the ground, bending down, reaching out, picking the cards, placing them into the box.
His actions were crisp and efficient.
Not a single unnecessary movement.
Like collecting shell casings on a battlefield.
"This... this comrade..."
Professor Wang finally found his voice, wanting to step forward to assist.
"I’ll do it!"
Gu Yanshen didn’t lift his head.
"Don’t touch."
Just two words.
Cold and firm.
Professor Wang’s extended hand awkwardly stopped mid-air.
The surrounding students dared not move a muscle.
They could only watch as this intimidating officer silently retrieved the golden cards one by one.
The scene was so discordant.
And so... overwhelming.
Chen Zhiyuan sat on the ground, the pain in his foot forgotten.
He watched that man.
The man who bent down for Lin Wan Yi.
Doing the dirtiest, hardest work in front of so many people.
A shame and jealousy deeper than being trampled by the golden wasp swarm began spreading from his heart.
Why?
Why Lin Wan Yi?
Ten minutes later.
All egg cards were collected.
Gu Yanshen closed the box.
He pulled Lin Wan Yi by the wrist.
"Let’s go."
Lin Wan Yi, dragged by him, almost stumbled before catching up with his pace.
"Professor, I’m leaving now!" She barely had time to shout back.
Professor Wang dumbly nodded.
Not until the military green jeep raised a cloud of dust and disappeared at the intersection did the people on the ridge come back to life.
"Oh my, is that classmate Lin’s lover?"
"Commander! I saw his epaulettes! He’s a commander!"
"So... so handsome..."
Listening to the discussions around him, Chen Zhiyuan’s face turned from white to blue, from blue to purple.
He supported himself on the ground, struggling to stand up.
Lowering his head, he saw next to his swollen foot lay a small golden object, the size of a grain of rice.
It was a dead Golden Red-eyed Wasp.
He recoiled as if scalded, quickly pulling his foot back.
...
Inside the jeep.
The atmosphere was oppressive.
Gu Yanshen drove, silent.
The line of his jaw tense and tight.
Lin Wan Yi sat in the passenger seat, wanting to speak several times but swallowed her words.
The car stopped in front of a standalone building.
Gu Yanshen turned off the engine.
He didn’t get out of the car.
He took out a military canteen from the glove compartment, along with a neatly folded white towel.
He unscrewed the cap, pouring some water onto the towel.
Then he grabbed Lin Wan Yi’s hand.
Quite forcefully.
Lin Wan Yi winced slightly from the pain, frowning.
He seemed unaware.
He used the damp towel to wipe her fingers one by one.
Wiping slowly, forcefully.
As if trying to scrub off a layer of skin.
Lin Wan Yi’s fingers turned crimson from the scrubbing.
"Gu Yanshen, you’re hurting me."
His movements paused.
He lifted his head.
In those deep, dark eyes, emotions surged that she couldn’t comprehend.
There was anger.
Fear.
And... grievance?
He didn’t speak, only gentled his touch.
Continued wiping.
When he reached her palm, he stopped again.
In her palm was a faint red mark left by a cotton stalk.
Not deep.
Didn’t even draw blood.
But Gu Yanshen’s breathing suddenly heightened.
He tossed aside the towel.
From the pocket of his military uniform jacket, he took out a small round tin.
It was an ointment.
He scooped a little with his fingertip, gently applying it to the red mark.
His motions were clumsy, like a child.
Once done, he held her hand, unrelenting.
"Gu Yanshen?"
He finally spoke.
His voice was deeply hoarse.
"Does the country lack this little bit of cotton you’re planting?"
He asked.
His voice was filled with uncontainable tenderness and fury.
Lin Wan Yi looked at him.
At this man who was cold as ice to outsiders, but whose eyes were red over a small cut on her hand.
She smiled.
With her other hand, she took a pear from her bag.
Golden yellow, emitting a fragrant aroma.
She didn’t eat it herself.
Instead, she brought it to his lips.
"The country doesn’t lack it."
Her voice was soft.
"But I need this sense of achievement."
"Besides," she shook the hand he was holding, "it doesn’t hurt."
Gu Yanshen gazed at her.
At her bright eyes and the dimple in her smile.
His Adam’s apple bobbed once.
He opened his mouth, taking a bite of the pear she offered.
The sweet juice burst in his mouth.
Dousing the fire in his heart.
He said nothing more.
Just held her hand tighter.
"I have to return to the team."
After finishing the pear, he spoke.
"Okay."
Lin Wan Yi nodded.
"Take care of yourself and the child."
"I know."
He got out of the car, opened the door for her.
Watched her enter the small building.
Only then did he turn around and sit back in the driver’s seat.
The car started.
After driving a few dozen meters, he abruptly hit the brakes.
Through the rearview mirror, he looked in the direction of the distant experimental fields.
Then, he shifted into reverse.
The car silently backed up.
Stopped in an inconspicuous corner.
He picked up binoculars.
In his view, Chen Zhiyuan was limping away, supported by classmates.
His face full of resentment and unwillingness.
Gu Yanshen put down the binoculars.
He didn’t get out of the car.
Nor did he act further.
He simply sat there quietly.
