Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 223 - 222: You Want to Help My Husband Copy Homework? You’re Not Worthy!

Chapter 223: Chapter 222: You Want to Help My Husband Copy Homework? You’re Not Worthy!

"I’ll do it."

Lin Wan Yi placed the insulated lunchbox on the corner of the table.

The female cadet was stunned.

She looked at this unbelievably beautiful woman in front of her, still clutching that damp handkerchief.

"Comrade, who are you?" The female cadet bit her lip, "This is the internal library of the National Defense University."

She was implying that Lin Wan Yi was an outsider.

Lin Wan Yi ignored her.

She took out a dry cotton handkerchief from her pocket.

She didn’t wipe the table.

Instead, she pulled over Gu Yanshen’s hand first.

That distinct hand had a few tea stains on it.

Lin Wan Yi wiped it carefully, moving slowly, as if she were cleaning a rare treasure.

"It’s dirty," she said.

Gu Yanshen obediently let her wipe, the hostility between his brows instantly dissipating.

"Yes, it’s dirty," he replied with one word.

The female cadet across from them blushed and turned pale in turns.

"I... I’m not something dirty!" She stomped her feet anxiously, "I’m Sun Qian from the Literature Department, I just accidentally slipped my hand!"

"Slipped your hand?"

Lin Wan Yi finally finished wiping his hand.

She casually tossed the used handkerchief into the trash bin next to her.

No longer needed.

Then, she turned around, her beautiful eyes appraising Sun Qian up and down.

"Classmate Sun."

Lin Wan Yi pointed to the teacup on the table with a finger.

"This cup is enamel, the handle is thick, with strong friction."

"Moreover, this water is cold." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Sun Qian took a step back, "Cold, cold so what?"

"If it was freshly poured hot water, it’s possible to slip."

Lin Wan Yi took a step forward, her tone indifferent.

"You specifically got a cup of overnight cold tea, walked to this innermost spot, and poured it precisely in the center of the table."

"You call that a slip of the hand?"

"That’s called throwing a grenade."

The nearby students reading books all raised their heads, letting out a burst of quiet laughter.

Sun Qian’s face turned a liver color.

"You... you’re falsely accusing me! I just wanted to ask Mr. Gu a question!"

She cast a pleading look towards Gu Yanshen.

"Mr. Gu, please be reasonable, this female comrade is too aggressive!"

Gu Yanshen didn’t even lift his head.

He looked at the pile of manuscript paper on the table, his face as dark as a pot’s bottom.

"Your name is Sun Qian?"

Sun Qian’s eyes lit up, nodding vigorously, "Yes, yes! I’m from the Literature Department, I also like military literature..."

"Very good."

Gu Yanshen stood up.

His tall figure instantly overpowered Sun Qian.

"My after-action report involves detailed data from the red-blue confrontation exercise."

"It’s classified at level three."

Sun Qian’s smile froze on her face.

Gu Yanshen pointed at that pile of waste paper.

"Destroying military confidential documents, obstructing an officer from performing duties."

"Which class are you from? Who’s your advisor?"

"I’ll call the security department right now."

Sun Qian’s legs went weak.

She just wanted to snag a wealthy husband, how did she end up destroying secrets?

"No! That’s not it! I didn’t!"

Sun Qian cried, "I’ll compensate! Can I help you rewrite it instead?"

She clung to this hope like a lifeline.

"Mr. Gu, my handwriting is good! I’ll help you copy! I’ll stay here with you tonight until it’s done!"

As long as she could stay.

As long as she could be by his side.

This was an opportunity!

Lin Wan Yi laughed.

"Copy?"

She picked up a sheet of soaked manuscript paper, holding it between her two fingers and shaking it.

"Do you even understand what this is?"

It was covered with complicated contour lines and troop deployment arrows.

Sun Qian gritted her teeth, "I... I can learn! Mr. Gu can teach me!"

Her calculations were loud.

Did she want Gu Yanshen to teach her hand-in-hand?

"No need."

Lin Wan Yi tossed the wet paper back onto the table.

She opened the satchel she carried with her.

She took out a notebook with a kraft paper cover.

With a "bang".

She slapped it in front of Gu Yanshen.

"What’s this?" Gu Yanshen was stunned.

"Notes I took while you were reading those foreign military textbooks last night."

Lin Wan Yi opened a page.

Contained neat yet powerful penmanship.

Not only were there translations, but there were side notes in red ink about terrain differences and tactical variations.

Clear formatting, tight logic.

Even more professional than Gu Yanshen’s draft by threefold.

Sun Qian craned her neck to take a glance.

Just one look, and she was speechless.

It was in English.

And German.

And densely packed with technical terms.

She couldn’t read a word.

"Need any more teaching?" Lin Wan Yi turned to look at Sun Qian, "If you can smoothly read a section of these notes, I’ll let you stay to copy."

Sun Qian clenched the corner of her clothes.

The gaze of others made her feel uneasy all over.

"Who’s making a racket?"

The elderly library manager approached with his hands behind his back.

He glanced at the water stain on the floor, then at Sun Qian, whose face was flushed red.

"You again?"

The old man frowned, "What are you Literature Department folks doing in the military command section? It was you last time eating melon seeds behind the bookshelf!"

"Get out! Leave your library card and you’ll be marked!"

The last bit of dignity Sun Qian had was stripped away.

She burst into tears, covered her face, and rushed out of the library.

The library regained its peace.

Gu Yanshen sat back down.

He glanced at the kraft paper notebook in front of him, then at Lin Wan Yi, who was opening the layers of the lunchbox beside him.

The aroma of braised meat wafted out.

"Wife."

"Hmm?" Lin Wan Yi handed him a pair of chopsticks.

"When did you write this?"

How come he didn’t know she could do this?

Lin Wan Yi picked up a piece of lean meat and fed it to his mouth.

"When you were asleep."

Actually, it was when she was organizing information in her space records.

After all, having once been elite-educated, this was no challenge for her.

Gu Yanshen chewed the meat, his gaze burning hot.

"What about the report? It’s due this afternoon."

Though there were notes, the after-action report still needed writing.

That was thousands of words.

"Finish eating first."

Lin Wan Yi took a bite of rice herself.

"Once full, I’ll recite, you write."

"I’ve memorized the data from that diagram."

Gu Yanshen paused his chopsticks.

"Memorized it all?"

"Yes." Lin Wan Yi pointed to her head, "I told you, marrying me was a gain."

Gu Yanshen put down the bowl.

Underneath the table, he clasped Lin Wan Yi’s hand tightly.

Gave it a hard squeeze.

"It is a gain."

"Even giving you my life wouldn’t be enough."

Lin Wan Yi blushed, pulling her hand back.

"Eat! The meat will get cold!"

Behind a nearby bookshelf.

Zhao Tiezhu hugged a few books, sneaking a peek.

Then quickly pulled his head back.

Holding his chest.

"Mother of mine."

"Came to the library to borrow books, almost suffocated on dog food."

The lunchbox hit bottom.

The last piece of braised meat ended up in Gu Yanshen’s stomach.

Lin Wan Yi took out her handkerchief.

She raised her hand.

Gu Yanshen instinctively leaned his face forward.

Wiping his mouth.

The motions were so practiced, it was like caring for Gu An.