Previously, whenever she encountered such a scene, Song Qingya would always scrunch up her brows, quickly turn her head away, and complain, "The smell of sweat is too strong. Let's get out of here."
Fei Jin intensely disliked this attitude of hers.
He believed that in an era like this, workers, farmers, and soldiers should all unite and strive together.
Without the hard work of the vast farming population, where would the food to feed everyone come from?
This time, however, Fei Jin was surprised to find no look of disgust on Song Qingya's face.
Instead, she was looking around like a little rabbit.
Song Qingya finally couldn't help but sigh in admiration. "It's truly so beautiful."
Hearing her sigh, Fei Jin tilted his head slightly to look at her and asked, "You like it here?"
Hearing Fei Jin's question, Song Qingya quickly composed herself.
'After all, I can't act too differently from the original owner of this body, or I might arouse suspicion.'
She thought for a moment, then replied softly, "Maybe it's because I was sick, but I feel like I'm suddenly noticing a lot of scenery I never paid attention to before."
'So being sick has this kind of benefit?'
Fei Jin thought to himself.
But then another thought occurred to him.
'Once Song Qingya recovers, she'll probably go back to how she was before.'
...
The Ningbei Military District, where Fei Jin was stationed, was located on the outskirts of a small town about thirty kilometers from Qi City.
The area was surrounded by vast stretches of farmland.
For the body's original owner, who had lived her whole life in the city, she had thought marrying a military officer would lead to a life of bliss. She never expected to move from a bustling, glamorous metropolis to this remote and quiet little town.
The psychological shock was easy to imagine.
So, every time she bickered with her husband, she couldn't help but complain, saying she would rather live in a crowded tenement building in the city than continue to live in a simple, one-story house in the countryside.
However, faced with all these changes, the current Song Qingya's mindset was completely different.
After all, she came from a modern metropolis.
She had seen all sorts of luxurious sights there.
To her, an occasional trip to the countryside to relax was the most desirable thing.
The military family compound, surrounded by fields of golden rapeseed flowers as described in the script, seemed like a scene straight out of a fairy tale.
Now, Song Qingya couldn't wait to start renovating their small courtyard.
In the future, she planned to plant all kinds of flowers and create a vegetable patch to grow fresh produce.
If conditions allowed, she also wanted to build some trellises for beautiful climbing vines.
Of course, raising a few adorable white geese would be great too!
Finally, on a road leading deep into the base,
the jeep came to a smooth stop.
"Village Chief, Village Chief's Wife, we're here!"
"Thank you for your hard work."
Fei Jin replied gently.
Out of habit, Song Qingya tried to get out of the car before it had come to a complete stop.
She was eager to get out and breathe in some fresh air.
The moment she stepped out, her legs gave way.
She almost collapsed right onto the ground.
The sudden weakness startled her, but she had no time to react.
Fortunately, Fei Jin reacted quickly and caught her.
His strong arm wrapped tightly around his wife.
"Are you all right?" he asked with concern.
A sharp pain shot through her ankle.
The sudden sensation made Song Qingya frown.
She said, somewhat dejected, "I think I twisted my ankle."
"Can you still walk?" Fei Jin asked.
Song Qingya shook her head helplessly.
She felt a little ashamed of her own helplessness.
The man was silent for a moment, thinking about what to do next.
Then he bent down, scooped her up into his arms, and walked forward steadily.
Feeling embarrassed by the onlookers' gazes, Song Qingya buried her face in his chest.
This place rarely had outsiders.
Any news would spread through the town like wildfire.
So when Fei Jin carried Song Qingya home, he attracted a lot of attention.
The villagers started chattering amongst themselves.
The middle-aged women at the intersection saw this, and their eyes immediately lit up.
They gathered around, chattering animatedly about the couple.
"Fei Village Chief has brought his wife back."
one of the women said excitedly.
Fei Jin nodded slightly, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
"Mhm."
He was carrying his own wife home; he didn't see anything wrong with it.
Although Song Qingya was a little embarrassed, being carried by her husband like this was perfectly normal.
The news spread in all directions.
"Big news! The Fei Village Chief's young wife tried to elope, but the Fei Village Chief caught her and dragged her back himself!"
A lie told often enough becomes the truth.
The story of Song Qingya's elopement grew more and more outrageous as it spread through the military family compound.
Some said she was meeting an old flame, while others even rumored she was a spy. All sorts of absurd versions of the story popped up.
There were already quite a few people who didn't like Song Qingya.
Now that they had this topic, they gathered to gossip with even more enthusiasm.
"Did you guys hear? That new wife of the Fei Family didn't go back to Qi City to visit her parents at all. She went to meet her lover!"
a woman in a pink floral apron said mysteriously.
"I heard it from Xiao Yang, the driver who brought them home that day."
A woman with permed hair chimed in, "He said the two of them sat far apart in the car, like they were complete strangers!"
"I never would have guessed. She always acts so frail and delicate. Turns out she has this side to her, huh? Makes you wonder if she was faking being sick before, too."
another, chubbier woman said with a pout.
"Exactly! She can't even walk a short distance and has to have the Fei Village Chief carry her home. What kind of behavior is that?"
Another woman shook her head and sighed.
"And to think even the Fei Village Chief indulges her like that."
"I know, right! Such a good man like the Fei Village Chief... what a waste. He married such a troublesome woman!"
The group of middle-aged women continued their back-and-forth discussion.
At first, they were just listing all of Song Qingya's faults, but gradually, the conversation shifted to feeling sorry for Fei Jin.
Fei Jin had always been their idea of the perfect husband.
Aside from the slightly frightening scar on his face.
Although his personality was a bit cold, he was practically flawless in every other aspect.
In previous years, matchmakers had worn a path to his door trying to introduce him to potential partners.
But he always said he wasn't in a hurry to get married and wanted to focus on serving the country.
Who would have thought he'd suddenly bring a wife back this year.
It broke the hearts of all the young women who admired the Fei Village Chief.
A sharp-eyed woman saw Zhou Huaihua hurrying past and quickly waved her down—
"Hey, Sister Zhou, come over here!"
a neighbor called out eagerly.
"What is it?" Zhou Huaihua asked, confused.
"What's your hurry?"
The nosy woman grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go.
"Aren't you the Fei Village Chief's aunt-in-law? You must know more than us. What's really going on with those two? Are they really getting a divorce?"