Xia Zhaoyun chuckled and twirled in front of the mirror. "Brother Hao," she said with satisfaction, "we’ve been married for less than a month, so we’re still newlyweds. This bright red dress isn’t too much, is it?"
"I did warn Song Zhenbao ahead of time. She could invite me, but she shouldn’t regret it."
"To play along, I only put on some light makeup. I’m not even using ten percent of my full makeup-artist powers!"
Huo Tianhao loved this mischievous, self-satisfied look of hers. He smirked. "I suppose the kids and I are part of your battle gear, aren’t we?"
Xia Zhaoyun punched him playfully on the chest. "The children, fine. But with a big guy like you, are you sure you’re my equipment and not something to tie me down?"
Huo Tianhao caught her fist, gently rubbing the back of her hand. With narrowed eyes, he said, "After we’re done today, I’ll teach you a few moves for self-defense. You and He Qingran can practice together."
"Even though you live in the family courtyard where you know all your neighbors, it’s better to be safe than sorry."
"Even when you eventually move in with me, I might get temporarily reassigned for a few days sometimes. I can’t be by your side to protect you every single moment."
Xia Zhaoyun nodded obediently several times and chuckled. "I mentioned it to Ranran before. I was thinking of finding a coach after my performance in June, but then I got busy with the August show, so the whole thing got put on the back burner."
Huo Tianhao frowned and grunted in displeasure. "Why look for someone else when you have me? You have a ready-made former King of Soldiers from the military region command right here, and you’re still thinking of looking elsewhere?"
"Let me tell you, no matter how many national award-winning coaches you find, they wouldn’t be a match for me in a sparring session. Your man has at least that much confidence!"
"Besides, I have a wealth of real combat experience. I can definitely get you both to the best possible defensive capability in the shortest amount of time."
Xia Zhaoyun beamed and nodded again and again. "I know, I know. Our Brother Hao is the best. Ranran and I won’t have to worry about our teacher holding back on us."
"Come on, let’s go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some wedding candy."
She counted on her fingers. "If we’d had a normal wedding, the factory would have approved a week or so of leave for us. So, just like any other couple, we should still be handing out wedding candy to friends and family this weekend."
"The people attending Song Zhenbao’s engagement party are also the uncles and aunties who watched me grow up. We’re not super close, but we’re not distant either. If they ask, we can’t exactly refuse to give them some wedding candy, right?"


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