CHAPTER 671: CHAPTER 371 I AM IVY MILLER, THE WIFE OF HENRY SULLIVAN, HERE TO VISIT FAMILY

"A perfectly sunny day suddenly turned into a torrential downpour with loud thunder.

You know, how could I be so unlucky? This is my first visit to the military base since getting married.

Just how unwelcoming can Weicheng be, oh my god."

At the Weicheng train station, a petite, fair-skinned girl, as youthful as a maiden, stood by the window craning her neck to look outside.

Beside her were two pink 24-inch suitcases, and she also carried two large bags that seemed completely disproportionate to her small frame.

The bags were bulging, seemingly quite heavy.

"Didn’t you tell your Uncle George to come pick you up," came another girl’s advice over the phone.

"I’m here to surprise him. If I called him now, wouldn’t I be a total chicken?" The girl put down the bags with effort. "Alright, Ivy, I’m not going to chat with you any longer. I need to rest; I brought so many things, I’m exhausted."

"Okay, okay, call me if you need anything."

"Mm," after hanging up the phone, the girl removed the bags from her shoulder and the front of her body and plopped down on them with a thud.

Could she say she was just too unlucky?

She hadn’t seen her husband in four months since they got married, and she finally decided to visit him.

Before setting off, she had checked the weather forecast - ten consecutive sunny days in Weicheng. But as soon as she got off the train, a heavy rain started as if on cue, and it hadn’t shown any signs of stopping for the last two hours.

Could she really say she was unlucky?

She raised her wrist to check the time; it was already half-past six, and it was starting to get dark.

She got up and once again hauled the heavy bags onto her back, dragging her two suitcases out of the train station.

Yes, it was a train station. Weicheng was relatively underdeveloped and didn’t have a high-speed rail station yet, so it had taken her eleven hours to get here.

As soon as she exited the train station, she was immediately surrounded by numerous motorbike taxi drivers looking for passengers.

"Miss, where are you going? Take my ride," came the calls from the crowd.

Overwhelmed by the solicitations and umbrellas, she was a bit nervous. After scanning the crowd, she found an apparently honest-looking driver and asked, "I want to go to the Weicheng combat unit. Do you know where it is?"

"Combat unit? Oh, that’s a remote area. It’ll be thirty yuan. I’m very familiar with that area; you’re in good hands with me."

"Really? Then please, take me there."

The enthusiastic driver placed her suitcases onto his motorbike. It was her first time on this kind of vehicle, and how to say it, the local feature was quite amusing.

She had thought these motorbike taxi drivers were scammers, but this one in particular seemed genuinely honest.

Because he had driven the bike quite a distance, for over twenty minutes.

Isn’t thirty yuan a very fair price for such a long journey?

As the vehicle drove further into remote areas, she started to feel scared, recalling stories on TV about beautiful women running at night and getting murdered.

Swallowing hard, she asked, "Hey... Mister, how much further?"

"Young lady, we’re here. You’re a military wife visiting family, right?"

"Yes, exactly. My husband was supposed to pick me up, but something came up at the last minute. He should be finishing up soon."

She played it smart, considering that the only person who knew she came was Ivy, and if something happened to her, there might be no one to collect her remains.

She said this to boost her own morale and also to remind the driver.

Not only was she a military wife, but someone would be coming to pick her up.

"You military spouses don’t have it easy.

People from all around know that being a soldier here, it’s not easy.

You could say it’s remote, yet the tasks are heavy.

Actually, bringing you here for thirty yuan is really not profitable.

But in our line of work, there’s a rule. Anyone coming to drop off a military wife is only charged thirty yuan.

It’s our way of repaying those soldiers who protect our country."

Upon hearing this from the driver, she instantly felt a pang of guilt.

Such a nice person, how could she have harbored suspicious thoughts earlier, truly... despicable.

"Miss, see that guard post up ahead? I’m afraid I can only take you this far; we ordinary folks aren’t allowed to go beyond this point."

It was still raining outside, and reluctantly, this was nothing like the scene she had imagined; she wanted to cry.

"Sir, could you wait for me? I’m afraid my luggage will get wet. I need to talk to a soldier to help me get my husband out."

"Sure thing, it’s not easy for a young lady like you. Go find someone to help you with your stuff. I’ll wait for you."

Under the heavy rain, she got off the bike and ran to the soldier standing guard at the post: "Hello, I’m Ivy Miller, Henry Sullivan’s wife, here for a visit. Could you please help call him to pick me up?"

The soldier saluted her: "Are you Colonel Sullivan’s wife? Colonel Henry Sullivan?"

"Yes, yes."

The soldier was puzzled: "But our Colonel Sullivan isn’t married yet."

"What?" Ivy Miller was almost in tears; could it be that Henry Sullivan never told anyone he was married after returning?

"I am really his wife. He personally went with me to register the marriage four months ago."

"Please hold on, I’ll make a call for you right away."

"Alright, alright," Ivy Miller sincerely felt that the whole surprise plan had completely failed.

Soon, the soldier returned after making a call: "Sorry, Colonel Sullivan went to the base yesterday and hasn’t returned yet. Could you come back tomorrow?"

Ivy Miller truly wanted to kneel before herself; she must have left without checking the almanac.

It would be truly embarrassing to have come all this way only to slink back pitifully.

Staying alone in a hotel in Weicheng frightened her a bit: "Could you help me contact Colonel Sullivan?"

"Our duty officer just called the Colonel; there was no answer."

She wore a bitter expression.

Glancing at the duty room behind the guard post: "Coming and going like this really isn’t convenient. Could I wait for him here?"

"Sorry, that’s not allowed."

Just as the soldier finished speaking, behind him, a jeep with military plates and headlights on approached.

Ivy Miller turned to the car, momentarily blinded by the headlights, and quickly closed her eyes. The soldier at the post immediately saluted, then stepped forward. The window of the jeep rolled down, and the soldier said, "Colonel, a lady here claiming to be your wife has come for a visit."

"My wife?" The person in the vehicle looked over with deep eyes, and as the soldier stepped aside, his gaze fell upon Ivy Miller standing in the rain.

Seeing her, he hesitated for a moment before remembering that he was married. Just four months ago, seeing him again, Ivy Miller stood there and burst into tears, wailing, "Henry Sullivan, I finally get to see you, boo hoo."

Henry Sullivan opened the car door and stepped out, raindrops falling steadily on him. He frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure in his voice: "What are you doing here?"

If she hadn’t come, he would have almost forgotten what his ’wife’ looked like.

She immediately rushed to hug him, the colleagues in the car and the soldier at the post were all taken aback.

Henry Sullivan frowned, while all they heard was Ivy’s louder crying, "I came to surprise you."