My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1833: Utter Nonsense with a Straight Face

He envied it for gaining her true devotion, while when facing him, she just brushed him off without much thought.

She just didn’t want to admit that even at this, she was no match.

"I was just joking with you, and you really took it seriously, dummy."

The gentle yet teasing voice, so nonchalant, made Jun Yiyi breathe a sigh of relief—what a troublesome, unpredictable guy.

"Why are you scaring me like this?" she couldn’t help but complain softly.

"Because I’m jealous." Ji Lingkong’s half-serious smile, it’s not like he was joking—anything he wanted to do, he didn’t need to pretend.

But, he knew her personality well; if he really did it, the delicate balance of their relationship would be disrupted. She would hate him, rip everything apart.

So, despite being angry, he worked hard to restrain himself, not to cross her bottom line, and destroy this fragile affection.

"Alright, you rest well. I’m very busy too, going to hang up now."

"If you’re so busy, why did you ask me to come over?" Jun Yiyi rolled her eyes.

He naturally had an important reason, he wanted her to witness his glory in person, to share his joy. Unfortunately, she fell ill, and he, concerned for her, had to give up.

"I wanted to see you, you know how lonely, empty, and cold it is in a camp full of men. Naturally, a woman like you must come to comfort a man’s lonely soul." His flirtatious and teasing tone, with a raspy voice, was utterly alluring, yet his manner was a bit serious.

A complete nonsense in a serious tone.

Jun Yiyi blushed—was this some kind of flirting?

It’s said that men in the army, when deprived of women’s company for a long time, certainly become desperate. Hmm, but doesn’t he have beautiful female officers around him?

"Not talking to you anymore, I’m going to sleep."

She hung up the phone hurriedly, her face warm. She really wasn’t good at this kind of intimate teasing; it felt like they were real lovers, how embarrassing.

Looking at the disconnected call, Ji Lingkong’s lips curved up, thinking about her shy and annoyed expression when hanging up, his mood improved.

Though the road was long, meeting a girl who didn’t understand romance, always fretting over her studies, he confidently believed he would eventually win her heart, as she couldn’t possibly find a man better and more caring than him.

"Sir, it’s about time, we have to head out now." A man with a shoulder insignia showing his rank as lieutenant entered with a respectful face full of unconcealed excitement, "Ah, no, now I should call you Major; the promotion ceremony is about to begin."

His sparkling eyes were full of admiration. Even in this era of peace, in the central army, it’s hard to earn a promotion regardless of seniority; after all, promotion requires exceptional feats. Generally, for outstanding military officers, a promotion takes at least two to three years, sometimes even ten years.

But Young Master Ling Kong, in just two short months, leaped three ranks high, from lieutenant to major—a record-breaking speed.

This kind of crazy speed wasn’t because he was the councilman’s son and walked through the back door.

But because, in these two months of combat, he seemed like a divine being fallen from the sky, with his extraordinary ideas, elite battle plans, and flawless, thorough arrangements, astonishing even those high-ranking, long-experienced generals.

They simply couldn’t believe he was on the battlefield for the first time.

So young, with such rich and sharp combat experience.