The closeness of their arms made them very close to each other. When she lowered her head, she could even feel his breath brushing against her hand, slightly warm.
Her mind was suddenly filled with the memories of her wedding night with He Teng.
That night, just night, He Teng had drunk a lot. She didn’t know if he was drunk, but his steps were still steady.
However, the only difference was that, that night, he handed her the wine cup, but she pulled her hand back, refusing to accept it. He forcefully brought her hand forward and put the cup into her hand. Yet she, in front of everyone, poured the wine onto the ground and then threw the cup to the ground, holding her head high, angrily stamping on it.
That was their wedding night, the wedding night toast, which, due to her irresponsible behavior, was turned into a nightmare by her own actions.
He Zhilan felt a bit regretful. If she could go back to before their marriage after being reborn, that would be great. She could rewrite all the unpleasant memories of their wedding night.
With the wine entering her throat, slightly spicy, He Zhilan coughed softly a couple times, shyly sipping her lips and gently laughing.
"Drink some soup." He Teng put the empty wine cup on the table, then quickly gave He Zhilan some soup.
The crowd, who had finished watching the fun, were already laughing uproariously, "Look, even our unit’s taciturn gourd knows how to pamper his wife!"
"Alright, alright! Our little sister is shy, stop teasing her! If you scare her off from visiting the unit, let’s see how He Teng settles the score with you!" The political commissar’s wife, having noticed that He Zhilan really couldn’t drink, decided to defend He Zhilan against the crowd’s teasing.
"Exactly! If you guys want to pick on someone, pick on Uncle He! Auntie He can’t hold her liquor, but Uncle He can!" Chen Ya’nan chimed in.
"Alright, alright, we’ll pick on you, Uncle He!" Upon hearing his wife and daughter, Commissar Chen immediately surrendered. His desire to tease the couple vanished.
Afterward, the pride of people indeed shifted their attention to He Teng, who managed to handle the situation without offending anyone.
It was natural for a group of men drinking together to linger, and subsequently, the women at the table dispersed and sat chatting while leaving the men to continue drinking.
The two four- or five-year-old boys had at first been playing in the living room, but as they grew familiar with He Zhilan, they started to hang out around her.
Children are naturally curious. Having witnessed the adults teasing this new aunt during dinner, they were now keen to get to know her since she seemed to have a pleasant smile.
He Zhilan sat between the two chubby-faced boys. These two boys were cousins, the older one belonged to the battalion chief’s family, the younger one was a relative’s child. Because of the National Day holiday, they had been allowed to spend a few days together as playmates.
The political commissar’s wife watched He Zhilan, her head lowered, as she patiently conversed with the two children. Even in the face of the kids’ absurd questions, He Zhilan patiently gave responses. The political commissar’s wife’s face broke into a smile, thinking to herself that He Teng had found a good wife who was so patient with children and obviously had a good temperament.