Huo Jingrui glanced at his wristwatch. "There’s still half an hour; the car should be here by then. As for Mom, I’ll have to trouble you, Dad, to comfort her and help her understand."
Huo Shanhe couldn’t help but let out an exasperated laugh. "You little rascal, so you’re even scheming against your old man now?"
Huo Jingrui stood at attention and gave a military salute. Just then, a car horn sounded from outside. "Dad, I’m leaving," he said. "Please tell Mom I’m sorry." With that, he turned and quickly left through the front door.
Huo Shanhe watched his son’s figure disappear beyond the main gate, then withdrew his gaze. He knew there was a tough battle ahead.
Before he could think of an excuse to offer his wife, an anxious voice cried out from outside, "Shanhe, where’s our son?"
Huo Shanhe cleared his throat, preparing to explain, but Jiang Jingya gave him no chance. She ran straight upstairs, calling, "Son! Jingrui!" She hurried back down moments later. "Shanhe, where is my son?"
Huo Shanhe said gravely, "Comrade Jiang Jingya, a soldier’s primary duty is to obey orders. You are a military spouse; you mustn’t hold our son back."
Jiang Jingya was so angry her hands trembled. "He’s a soldier, yes, but you’re his biological father! Don’t you know his wounds haven’t healed yet? Does the army stop functioning just because he’s not there?"
In her agitation, she blurted out, "I think you two, father and son, are just conspiring to anger me to death! Huo Shanhe, what are you playing at? Are you trying to anger me to death so you can marry a fourth time?"
Huo Shanhe looked at his fuming wife, took a step forward, and pulled her back into the room. "Look at what you’re saying! Aren’t you afraid of becoming a laughingstock?"

Huo Shanhe knew his wife was in a towering rage and didn’t retort, letting her vent her frustration.
Huo Shanhe sighed softly, sat beside her, and reached under the blanket, trying to take her hand. "Jingya, listen to me, please."
Huo Shanhe truly doted on his wife, who was fifteen years his junior. When her temper flared like this, he was genuinely at a loss. But what could he do? He loved her. Even if her temper was atrocious, hadn’t he been the one to spoil her? What else could he do but continue to indulge her?
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