Chapter 12: Chapter 012: Who is Being Waited For Chapter 12: Chapter 012: Who is Being Waited For At that mont, Lieutenant ng Jie arrived at the residence precisely on schedule according to the plan, and as soon as he dismounted from his flying car, he saw the respected Commander standing at the doorway, seemingly waiting for soone.
He hurried forward, saluting and apologizing, “I’m sorry, Commander, I am late.”
Fu Xing waved his hand, “You are not late, and I am not waiting for you.”
ng Jie revealed a puzzled expression.
He rembered that the Commander lived alone; if he wasn’t waiting for him, then who was he waiting for?
Could it be the Commander’s Chief of Staff, Colonel Bernard Langer?
Everyone in the Eighth Fleet knew that the Commander and the Chief of Staff had the best relationship, even living next to each other.
ng Jie turned his head to peek toward the neighboring house of Colonel Bernard Langer, and as he did so, he ca face-to-face with the man leaning against the courtyard wall.
Who else could it be but Bernard Langer?
Fu Xing snorted coldly, giving Bernard a mocking glance.
Now that he had been spotted, there was no need to hide anymore. Bernard, supporting himself on the courtyard wall, effortlessly jumped over it and then boldly walked past the security robot. Clearly, this wasn’t his first ti doing such a thing.
He already had the passcode.
“Colonel Langer,” ng Jie saluted sternly.
Bernard returned the military salute and then, with an unconcerned expression, asked, “Who are you guys waiting for here?”
“Isn’t it you?” ng Jie asked in confusion.
“How could that be? Lieutenant ng Jie, when have you ever seen your Commander specifically wait for ?” Bernard exaggerated his expression.
ng Jie thought about it seriously, and indeed, he had not.
Bernard nudged Fu Xing with his shoulder, his eyebrows suggestively raised, “Are you waiting for your new bride?”
This statent instantly reminded ng Jie, bringing to mind that interstellar announcent made by the Military Departnt.
He suddenly realized, then his face flushed with excitent.
Right! The Commander had gotten married, so… was he now waiting for the Commander’s wife?
“My wife told , there was suddenly so commotion in your house yesterday afternoon, a strange woman ca, was it your new bride?” Bernard, who was the sa age as Fu Xing and had gotten married just last year, lived next door.
The news of Fu Xing’s sudden marriage had shocked not only the outside world but also the Eighth Fleet.
Even Bernard had not received the news in advance, which made the officers of the Eighth Fleet feel very frustrated. That’s why Bernard had just co back, standing like a diligent gossip journalist by the courtyard wall to spectate.
His wife on the other side of the wall was waiting for firsthand news!
Everyone was curious about what kind of woman the Commander had married.
“Her na is Lin Fu,” Fu Xing responded.
Honest child ng Jie even craned his neck, eager to hear what the Commander would say next.
But just at that mont, soone ca out from inside. The figure was clad in a dark green knee-length dress with thin straps, wearing tassel diamond earrings, with rich, curly hair casually and lazily draped over her shoulders, her peachy lips, and bright, sparkling eyes radiant against her tender skin.
The figure erging was clearly a fairy, and as she gracefully approached, blending cuteness and a captivating charm, even Fu Xing, a man with a strong will and great self-control, held his breath.
Those cool, deep eyes of his seed like they wanted to devour her.
ng Jie, blushing, quickly lowered his head.
“Cough, cough…” Bernard, already a married man, coughed awkwardly, imdiately attracting from his friend and superior officer a warningly cold stare.
He could swear, in the decades he had known him, Fu Xing had never looked at him with such a terrifying gaze.
“Sorry to have kept you waiting?” Lin Fu’s words were barely out when she noticed the two additional people by the door, casting a pleading look towards Fu Xing.
“This is my aide, Lieutenant ng Jie, last year’s outstanding graduate from the Imperial First Military Academy, and this gentleman is Colonel Bernard Langer, the Chief of Staff of the Eighth Fleet.” Fu Xing suppressed an inner dissatisfaction and introduced them politely.
Lin Fu returned the favor with a grateful, ingratiating smile.
This slightly eased Fu Xing’s irritation, and his expression was not as somber as before.
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