Chapter 8 Pampering the Wife
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Seeing Fang Pingying's furious demeanor, Luo Zhiyong remained expressionless, but inwardly he couldn't help but wryly smile.
He had never been in a relationship before, and in the army, he either faced his subordinates or his superiors, where his word was law; he had no idea how to coax a wife.
Although he repeatedly said that Fang Pingying could still regret it, in just a few short hours, he had subconsciously accepted her as his wife.
Perhaps some things are innate to men, like knowing how to soothe a wife.
When Fang Pingying packed a small bundle and was really about to walk away, Luo Zhiyong stood up, waved his large hand, and pulled Fang Pingying into his arms, his tone somewhat domineering, "Where do you think you're going? You're already my wife, and you will be for a lifetime."
Fang Pingying's anger had not subsided, she pushed him lightly and said irritably, "Did I want to leave? Just now, who was it that said I might regret it? Can I regret it now?"
Luo Zhiyong held her hand, commanding in a low voice, "No regrets."
"Then who said those stupid words just now?" Fang Pingying retorted.
Having spent so many years in the army, and dealing with the typical machismo attitudes, Luo Zhiyong, despite realizing he had misspoken, could not bring himself to apologize due to his male ego; he looked down at the person in his arms, remaining silent.
Fang Pingying clearly understood his personality and didn't forcefully push him to admit his mistake but lightly punched him, "Don't say those things again. I wasn't unaware of your leg injury when I married you. Since I knew and still chose to marry you, obviously, I don't care about your injury. Whether you can return to the army or stay in the countryside for life, I'm willing to be with you."