140: Yang Yiyu's Little Mood

The matter was thus settled. Jiang Feifei carefully picked up Yang Yiyu and walked towards her room. Jiang Xin, on the other hand, pulled Zhang Lei into the brightly lit command center.

Inside the command center, a huge strategic map flickered with a faint glow. The playful look on Jiang Xin's face faded, replaced by a deep solemnity. He poured a glass of water for himself and for Zhang Lei, his voice low: "Brother Lei, in two days... the conferment commissioner from the National Government will arrive."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lei's eyes also flashed with a hint of excitement and solemnity. He naturally knew the fabricated identity background the system had created for Jiang Xin, but as a young man with the blood of Yanhuang flowing in his veins, to receive formal recognition and conferment from the National Government was an indescribable sense of national identity and honor from the bottom of his heart. "This is good, Brother Jiang!" Zhang Lei's voice was invigorated. "With this identity, we will transform from local armed forces into a truly recognized national regular force! Whether it's integrating resources, recruiting talent, or negotiating with other bases, it will be legitimate and the benefits are immense!"

"Yes, legitimate, with righteousness on our side." Jiang Xin walked to the window, looking at the scattered lights within the base, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the windowsill. "But... Brother Lei, every coin has two sides. Accepting this appointment and rank, in the future... I'm afraid there will be many more rules and regulations, and even... directives and constraints from above." His tone carried a hint of imperceptible worry.

Zhang Lei walked to his side, his gaze also cast towards the lights outside the window, which they had personally protected. His voice was steady and full of power: "Brother Jiang, I understand your concerns. But right now, the benefits definitely outweigh the potential restrictions. As for the future..." He paused, sharp light flickering in his eyes. "As long as we are strong enough! Strong enough to make the National Government rely on us, and make any directive consider our will! Then, the right to speak will naturally be in our hands! Strength is the key to breaking all shackles!"

Jiang Xin was silent for a moment, then slowly exhaled a turbid breath, a relieved smile appearing on his face. He patted Zhang Lei's shoulder firmly: "You're right! Perhaps... I was overthinking. The road, after all, must be walked one step at a time!"

...Jiang Feifei's Room:

Under the warm light, Yang Yiyu's long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes. The moment consciousness returned, a slight tingling sensation came from her shoulders, not the intense pain she had expected. She looked around somewhat blankly, and what met her eyes was an unfamiliar, warmly decorated room, and a woman of exquisite beauty, wearing a comfortable silk nightgown, sitting on a chair by the bed.

"You... are you... Officer Jiang Feifei?!" Yang Yiyu instantly recognized this respected Quartermaster of the base, who was also the powerful Holy Light Angel! She subconsciously tried to throw off the quilt and get out of bed to salute.

"Hey! Don't move!" Jiang Feifei quickly reached out and gently pressed her shoulder, her movements soft but with an undeniable force. A kind smile appeared on her face. "Your wound has just healed, you need to rest. Don't be so formal, you don't need to be so polite with me, just lie down and rest."

"Oh... okay... okay, thank you, Officer Jiang." Yang Yiyu, feeling a bit embarrassed, lay back down, her cheeks slightly flushed. She looked around, not seeing the figure she was thinking of, and couldn't help but ask softly: "Officer Jiang... Officer Zhang... Zhang Lei? Was... was it him who brought me back? Why... why isn't he here?" As she asked this, her heart involuntarily sped up, and the blush that had just faded from her face quietly crept back up.

Jiang Feifei looked at her with a mischievous smile, seeing her lovestruck appearance, and deliberately drew out her words: "Yes~ it was our Major Zhang Lei who carried you back! And he even left the main force, carrying you alone, flying back 'whoosh' like the wind! He was so anxious~"

"Carried... carried me back..." Yang Yiyu murmured, her mind involuntarily conjuring up Major Zhang Lei's broad, firm embrace, his fresh scent, and those arms that were always steady and reliable in times of crisis... Her eyes instantly became hazy and intoxicated, completely immersed in her own fantasies, even ignoring Jiang Feifei's teasing gaze.

"Hey! Girl? Snap out of it!" Jiang Feifei couldn't help but reach out and wave her hand in front of Yang Yiyu's eyes, bursting into laughter. "Are you that infatuated? He's not even here, and you're still giggling foolishly."

"Ah!" Yang Yiyu suddenly woke up, realizing her previous lapse in composure, and immediately blushed furiously, wishing she could bury her face in the quilt. "Officer Jiang... I... I lost my composure... I'm sorry..."

"Alright, alright, I was just teasing you." Jiang Feifei waved her hand with a smile, leaning slightly forward, her bright eyes filled with an all-knowing amusement, staring directly at Yang Yiyu. "Tell me honestly, do you... like our ice fire divine lord?"

"Ah! No! I... I'm not..." Yang Yiyu stammered instantly like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her eyes darting around in a panic, her hands tightly clutching the corner of the quilt, denying it without any conviction.

"Oh, come on, if you like him, you like him! What's there to be embarrassed about!" Jiang Feifei laughed heartily. "Let me tell you, the young girls in the base who secretly like Major Zhang Lei could line up from the command center to the East Gate! You're not the only one!"

In front of Officer Jiang Feifei, who was also a woman, held a high position, yet was completely unpretentious, Yang Yiyu's defenses completely collapsed. She bit her lower lip, gathered immense courage, and her voice, though as thin as a mosquito's hum, was exceptionally clear: "Yes... yes... Officer Jiang... I... I like him. He... he is truly excellent, very powerful, as reliable as a mountain... and... very handsome..." By the end, her voice was almost inaudible, and her earlobes were flushed crimson.

"That's right!" Jiang Feifei nodded in satisfaction, then put away her teasing, and said in an encouraging tone, "But, girl, to pursue our Major Zhang Lei, liking him alone isn't enough. As far as I know, his biggest hobbies are — cultivation! Getting stronger! Besides performing missions and occasionally accompanying his parents, all other time is spent either researching Superpowers or on the path of cultivation. He's practically a cultivation fanatic! Think about it, have there been any rumors about him in the base? Zero! There are many girls who want to get close to him, but almost none that can make him look twice."

Yang Yiyu listened intently, her eyes gradually shifting from shyness to determination. Jiang Feifei's words not only didn't discourage her but made her see her path more clearly. She nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling with stubborn resolve: "I understand, Officer Jiang! I will work hard! Work hard to become stronger, to become more valuable, more qualified... to stand by his side!" She clenched her small fists, as if making a vow to herself. Such a powerful, disciplined, and focused man was worth her utmost effort to pursue!