CHAPTER 25: CHAPTER 25: CAPTAIN ZHOU’S LOST LETTER

"Captain, I just saw that there’s a letter from your wife at the guard room."

Hearing this, Zhou Cheng immediately became excited.

He previously wrote to Zhang Dongmei, mentioning the idea of exchanging photos, and didn’t expect her letter to arrive so soon.

Thinking about that young girl’s alluring eyes, his heart heated up.

He quickened his pace towards the guard room.

Wang Zhigang teased as he followed behind him, "Captain, your wife treats you really well. It’s only been a few days, and she’s already sending you another letter."

Zhou Cheng’s face remained expressionless, but his heart was beating almost eagerly.

With large strides, he walked to the door of the guard room.

The duty officer, Sun Liguo, immediately saluted him with a standard military gesture: "Hello, Captain."

Zhou Cheng nodded and glanced at the rows of letters: "Is there a letter for me?"

Sun Liguo was stunned for a moment, then puzzled: "Captain, wasn’t your letter just taken away by someone?"

"Taken away? Who took it?"

Zhou Cheng’s face darkened instantly. He had no idea that the letter from Zhang Dongmei had arrived, so how could someone have been asked to take it on his behalf?

Sun Liguo was immediately at a loss, having just started his post, and unexpectedly encountering a case of stolen mail.

"Captain, I’m sorry. I’ll check right away to see who took your letter."

Zhou Cheng stood at the door with a cold face, waiting.

Sun Liguo quickly flipped through the log book, sweating profusely.

The captain’s gaze was truly terrifying.

Finally, he found the relevant information on the last page, but was dumbfounded when he looked closer at the content.

The name written there was actually Zhou Cheng’s own.

Zhou Cheng glanced down at it, and the person who retrieved the letter not only wrote his name but even deliberately mimicked his handwriting.

How could this be?

Sun Liguo was almost in tears: "Captain, I didn’t know someone would steal the letter, this..."

Zhou Cheng glanced at him coldly: "I’ll have someone investigate this. You’ll be recorded for a mistake, and write a self-criticism letter to your class leader."

After speaking, he left directly with Wang Zhigang.

Wang Zhigang scratched his head, looking sympathetically at Sun Liguo, unable to offer any help.

Whoever was shameless enough to steal—stealing anything else would be better than stealing Captain Zhou’s letter.

He knew that Captain Zhou had been looking forward to this letter for a long time. To have it stolen at such a critical juncture, once the thief is caught, they are definitely doomed.

Zhou Cheng’s brows were tightly furrowed, and there was an ominous aura around him.

Just as he was pondering who might have taken the letter, a sweet female voice suddenly heard by his ears.

"Captain Zhou."

He looked up to see a young girl in military uniform standing not far away, smiling at him vividly.

The girl had delicate features and a passionate smile on her face, but... who was she? He didn’t recognize her at all.

Expressionless, he nodded and was about to leave with large strides.

Feng Qingqing didn’t expect Zhou Cheng to just leave without even looking at her.

Feeling slightly unwilling, she caught up: "Captain Zhou, don’t you remember me?"

She was the star of the art troupe, never short of suitors, yet she took no interest in any of them—until she met Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng halted, looking at her seriously: "Sorry, I have a bad memory."

Wang Zhigang: "..."

Who knows who remembers every trivial thing Mr. Zhang said so clearly.

It seems like their captain’s memory depends on who he’s remembering.

Feng Qingqing stepped forward to block him, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, her voice gentle: "Captain Zhou, there’s a social dance tonight. Would I have the honor of being your dance partner?"

Zhou Cheng thought for a moment, remembering that there was indeed such an event, targeting single comrades, and it had nothing to do with him.

He immediately shook his head and refused: "Sorry."

Feng Qingqing never expected he would reject her so ruthlessly.

Her face showed some displeasure: "Captain Zhou, do you have something urgent, so you can’t attend?"

"No, I have a partner, so it’s inconvenient for me to attend."

After speaking, Zhou Cheng left with big strides.

Wang Zhigang looked at her with some sympathy, quickly following him.

Feng Qingqing secretly clenched her teeth. She had never seen any woman around Zhou Cheng, how could he suddenly have a partner?

It must be a lie.

Even such an excellent female comrade like herself didn’t catch his eye, she couldn’t believe Zhou Cheng would like someone else.

Even if he did have a partner, it must be due to family pressure.

No, she had to rescue Captain Zhou and not let him be poisoned by a feudal marriage.

Su Xiaoxiao, who was picking mugwort, uncontrollably sneezed several times.

What was happening? Who was cursing her?

She rubbed her nose, stood up, stretched her sore limbs, and looked at the barely reduced pile of mugwort with a faint sense of despair.

Earning money is hard, eating shit is worse, there’s no way she could finish picking all this, absolutely no way.

No, she had to come up with a solution quickly.

While thinking, the courtyard door was suddenly knocked.

"Su Xiaoxiao, open the door."

The voice of Zhang Dongmei, without any politeness, came from outside.

Was she here to bring her study materials?

Su Xiaoxiao felt pleased, not minding Zhang Dongmei’s rude attitude, and quickly got up to open the door.

Zhang Dongmei walked into the yard with a face full of disdain. Seeing Su Xiaoxiao covered in grass, she frowned with disgust: "Stay away from me, you’re dirty and don’t mess up my new clothes."

As she spoke, she took a small red booklet out of her bag and handed it to her: "Don’t damage it, make a copy quickly and return it to me the day after tomorrow."

Suddenly something dropped to the ground with the booklet, and Zhang Dongmei feigned a shy exclamation: "Oh no, my photo fell."

As she spoke, she intentionally waved the photo in front of Su Xiaoxiao.

It was a small black and white photo.

The young man in the photo was wearing a neatly pressed military uniform, with deep and solemn features.

By coincidence, Su Xiaoxiao recognized him, as it was none other than Zhou Cheng, whom she’d seen just days ago.

"What are you looking at? Never seen such a handsome man?"

Zhang Dongmei gloated, putting the photo back into her bag with disdainful eyes on Su Xiaoxiao: "Looking good is useless, he’s my fiancé, and we’re about to get married."

Su Xiaoxiao: "..."

Given Zhang Dongmei’s smug demeanor, she strongly suspected she intentionally dropped the photo on the ground to show off.

A vein pulsed at Su Xiaoxiao’s temple: "Zhang Dongmei, don’t push me to slap you."

"How could you be so rude? No wonder you can’t find a partner, hmph."

After speaking, Zhang Dongmei swayed her wide hips and left with a haughty air.

Once she left, Su Xiaoxiao found a better-lit area to carefully examine the materials in her hand.

She was fully absorbed in reading when the courtyard door was once again thumped on.

Who could it be this time?

Frowning, she went over and opened the door, and paused when she saw who was standing there.

A middle-aged woman with meticulously groomed hair and glasses stood at the doorway.

For some unknown reason, seeing this woman made Su Xiaoxiao’s scalp tingle, and a deep-seated fear surged through her soul right to her forehead.