079 is the wife he has chosen! (Please add to your favorites)

"Alright." Shao Xinghui followed Su Yunjin toward the group of female trainees.

Once they were far enough from Fu Lin, Su Yunjin heard Shao Xinghui cautiously ask, "Do you know that instructor, Mr. Fu?"

"Not really. We just crossed paths once, that time at the city park when we saved someone."

She had nothing to hide about her connection to Fu Lin. Since Shao Xinghui asked, Su Yunjin answered honestly.

"I see. So Instructor Fu was also in the lake then," Shao Xinghui commented with a light laugh, trying to sound nonchalant.

Su Yunjin could easily detect the undertone of jealousy in his voice.

But then, aren’t all men averse to being outshone? Their competitive spirit never really rests.

Right now, Su Yunjin didn’t dwell on it. She simply thought Shao Xinghui was annoyed by Fu Lin’s overly familiar attitude.

Of course, it wasn’t just Shao Xinghui; even she found it exasperating.

She’d seen people with no sense of boundaries before, but never anyone quite as shameless as this.

Last time was one thing, but now he’d even called her “wife.” If it weren’t for the number of people present, she truly would have liked to teach that guy a lesson.

“Yes, but he was just trying to save that child. If not for him, both that mother and her child might not have survived. To be honest, there’s nothing seriously wrong with him except for being a bit off in the head,” Su Yunjin explained, a trace of satisfaction in her heart as she clarified the situation for Shao Xinghui.

She might not like Fu Lin’s presumptuousness, but some things needed to be said. The crisis that day had been real, and Fu Lin was the first to jump in. As a soldier, his sense of justice was clearly ingrained.

If only he weren’t so thick-skinned—should he ever manage to change that, things would be much better.

Shao Xinghui just smiled and said nothing more. Su Yunjin didn’t press the matter, and together they went to find Wang Tao, Liang Feiyue, and the others to lead the trainees to their dormitory.

On the way, the girls endlessly chattered and giggled, mostly about which instructor was handsome or who wanted to get which instructor’s contact information.

Watching these young women, most not yet twenty or just a little over, Su Yunjin couldn’t help but laugh quietly to herself.

Back when she was in school, women’s independence was being widely championed—what everyone now calls “feminism.”

But even then, girls in their teens or early twenties were quite shy. Even if they liked someone, they’d only whisper about it with their closest friends.

Yet now, in just a decade’s time, these young women acted like a pack of hungry wolves, ready to pounce, with a “men are like clothes—wear them and toss them aside” attitude.

No wonder, she thought, young men nowadays seemed increasingly bashful.

“Feeling old yet?” Liang Feiyue sidled up to Su Yunjin, whispering in her ear as they both watched the scene with amusement.

Su Yunjin nodded. “I thought I was bold as a child, but compared to them, I’m practically timid.”

“Just wait until you get deeper into the entertainment industry. This is nothing,” Liang Feiyue replied, entirely unsurprised.

Su Yunjin widened her eyes in disbelief. “There’s worse than this?”

Liang Feiyue merely smiled, leaving Su Yunjin to draw her own conclusions.

After settling the dorms, Su Yunjin, Liang Feiyue, Wang Tao, and Shao Xinghui agreed to head to the cafeteria together.

As for the trainees, their meal cards were ready; they could eat whenever they liked. This week was a closed training session—no one was allowed off campus.

What Su Yunjin didn’t know was that, while she and her colleagues were eating, a group of soldiers in camouflage uniforms stood some distance away, chatting animatedly as they held their meal trays.

“Hey, isn’t that the girl Xiaolin likes?”

“Haha, she’s quite pretty. That guy’s got good taste—picked the best-looking one.”

“I told you there was something up with him. Remember last year when he joined our unit and turned down the arts club’s belle?”

“No way—he already liked her back then?”

“That’s what I’m saying. I was puzzled at the time, but now it makes sense. Compared to Su Yunjin, the arts club belle falls short.”

The arts club’s belle had plenty of admirers, but compared to Su Yunjin, she simply didn’t measure up.

A short soldier grinned. “Just now, Xiaolin ran over and called her ‘wife’—shameless, isn’t he?”

“Pfft!”

“No wonder everyone likes him. If I had that kind of nerve, I’d be off the singles’ list by now.”

The other young soldiers gnashed their teeth in envy.

They spent years in the army and were straightforward enough, but who could truly be that shameless? Even their squad leaders, commissars, and company commanders encouraged them to be bold and take initiative.

But in practice, it was tough. If you upset a girl, it could escalate, and then the squad leader or commissar would get involved—everyone would become a laughingstock.

Only Fu Lin—though a National Defense University student—seemed to have none of a college student’s restraint. He was, through and through, a roughneck.

Calling her “wife”? They weren’t even close to being engaged! Was it really that easy to find a wife?

Shameless—unbelievably shameless!

And yet, they envied him all the more for it.

“Hey, what are you all talking about?” Fu Lin’s voice startled them.

But when they turned and saw him, they all rolled their eyes. The short soldier said, “Talking about you.”

“Me? What about me?”

“Talking about how shameless you are. Calling such a pretty girl ‘wife’ right off the bat—do you even have her contact info?”

“Exactly. Careful she reports you to the commissar.”

They all put on stern faces, trying to lecture Fu Lin.

But Fu Lin, far from intimidated, looked utterly pleased with himself. “Maybe not now, but she will be eventually. I’m telling you, start saving up for the wedding gift money now, got it?”

“Get lost!”

“Come on, let’s eat.”

“This guy’s been single too long—he’s delusional.”

“Yeah, better steer clear of him after we get back. Wang, what do you want to eat? I’ll get your food.”

“Anything’s fine.”

“Alright, I’ll pick you a chicken leg. By the way, when’s your sister coming back to the unit? Now that you’re an instructor, isn’t she coming to see her brother?”

The conversation drifted off as the others ignored Fu Lin, chalking up his antics to pure shamelessness.

It wasn’t just Su Yunjin; none of the female trainees took him seriously either. Not because they were noble, but because everyone knew how messy the entertainment world could be—very few managed to stay true to themselves.

These young female trainees didn’t look like the type to stay put at home. The soldiers, stationed in the barracks for years, couldn’t help but worry about being cuckolded someday.

Only Fu Lin, blinded by infatuation, would pursue an instructor.

If you wanted something reliable, it was better to consider a teammate’s sister or a friend—like Wang’s own sister. Not a raving beauty perhaps, but sweet and pure, a college graduate, now a schoolteacher. Not glamorous, but a pillar of society. Marry her, and life would be stable. A comrade for a brother-in-law—what could be better?

Listening to his friends joke about Wang’s sister visiting the barracks, Fu Lin grinned like an indulgent uncle.

But his eyes soon drifted toward Su Yunjin, a satisfied curve on his lips, his dark eyes brimming with determination.

Wife.

He hadn’t called her wrong.

They had almost been betrothed as children!

He may have missed his chance before, but why shouldn’t he try again now? He liked her, and sooner or later, Su Yunjin would be his wife—the wife he’d already set his heart on!