First Night with the Army: The Stoic Big Shot Is Done Pretending

Huo Jingyuan’s gaze was gentle. He smiled at Wen Ci and explained unhurriedly, "Living Yama is far more intimidating than War God."

The underworld is where people go after they die, and King Yan is considered the highest authority there. That’s why his nickname is the Living Yama.

Listening to Huo Jingyuan’s explanation, Wen Ci thought it made sense. She reached out and turned on the kerosene lamp in the room; she still had to watch TV tonight. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"What are we having for dinner tonight?"

"I’ll go to the canteen and get you some food."

As soon as Huo Jingyuan left, Wen Ci took off her work uniform and put it in water to soak.

The hospital had issued everyone two sets of work uniforms. She had worn one home, intending to wash it. After finishing her chores, she climbed a ladder to the flat roof of the building.

In the distance, the setting sun was like molten gold, casting a sacred afterglow over the Gobi Desert.

’The Northwest has its charms, and so does Beijing.’

Suddenly, from the rooftop, Wen Ci saw a familiar yet strange figure. It was Jiang Ye, looking travel-worn and carrying two expensive suitcases.

She was following the direction a guard had pointed, heading for the three-bedroom apartment building.

Just as she was looking around in confusion, Jiang Ye spotted Wen Ci on the roof. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she raised a hand to wave hello.

Wen Ci ignored her completely.

Jiang Ye: "..."

Suppressing her inner rage, she walked to the front door and saw it was wide open. She glanced up at Wen Ci, then back at the doorway.

After a moment, Jiang Ye called out, "Sister, I’ve come to see you."

Hearing this, Wen Ci’s gaze dropped. In her memory, this fake heiress, who had always been the family favorite, had never called her "sister."

She had been dismissive of the original owner of this body, even mocking her in private.

Wen Ci glanced at the height of the flat-roofed building—it was only a little over three meters to the ground. After a moment’s consideration, she jumped straight down from the roof.

"Do I have a sister?" Wen Ci asked pointedly.

"Sister."

Tears welled up in Jiang Ye’s eyes instantly. Biting her lower lip, she said pitifully, "Even though we’re not sisters by blood, our bond is stronger than that."

As they were talking, Huo Jingyuan returned, carrying four stacked meal containers. He saw the finely dressed woman at the door and recalled the phone call from the previous night.

Huo Jingyuan said indifferently, "Please step aside."

Hearing the man’s voice, Jiang Ye immediately turned to face Huo Jingyuan. Her gaze locked onto him. His features were sharp and masculine, a kind of handsomeness rarely seen in this world.

Jiang Ye was filled with regret.

’What the hell was I thinking in my past life?’

’If I’d known Huo Jingyuan was this handsome, why would I have ever revealed my true identity? I would have remained the Jiang Family’s one and only, most beloved daughter.’

"Brother-in-law."

Tears welled in Jiang Ye’s eyes. She pressed her lips together, and combined with the exhaustion from her long, dusty train journey from Beijing, she looked utterly pitiful.

Huo Jingyuan moved to stand beside Wen Ci and replied coldly, "Brother-in-law? I was never aware the Jiang Family had two daughters. So, you must be..."

Jiang Ye: "..."

She turned to Wen Ci. "Sis, can I stay at your place for the night?"

A smirk played on Wen Ci’s lips as she watched Jiang Ye’s performance, finding it quite amusing. However, she still didn’t know what Jiang Ye’s true situation was.

Based on the current situation, it seemed she had either transmigrated, just like her, or had been reborn.

"What brought you to the Northwest?" Wen Ci asked, feigning ignorance.

Jiang Ye immediately looked toward Huo Jingyuan, her voice firm and resolute as she declared:

"I heard the Northwest was in need of teachers, so I volunteered to come to the Northwest Region and serve our country. It is the responsibility of our generation to cultivate the flowers of the motherland."