Early on the third day, seeing Yu Yi skillfully disassembling and loading guns, Meng Qing suggested: “Good enough. You can start practicing shooting now.” He supported himself on the chair’s armrest and stood up: “Let’s go to the suburbs to practice.”
Yu Yi looked worried: “You were just injured the day before yesterday and should rest. Let’s practice later.”
Meng Qing said casually: “It’s ‘Commander Tu’ who was injured. I’m fine.” Then he corrected her: “Call me ‘Commander’. Don’t keep saying ‘you, you, you’. Get used to it so you don’t slip up in front of others.”
“Yu Yi didn’t approve of him going out and remained seated at the table: ‘Commander, you clearly said you were in so much pain you almost passed out when you came.’
Meng Qing heard her emphasizing ‘Commander’ and grinned, walking to her and spreading his hands: ‘Different times, different situations. My recovery ability is top-notch.’
Yu Yi did not believe him; how could such a severe injury heal so quickly? This morning, she had personally seen him wake up, and just turning over caused him to break out in cold sweat from pain. If he hadn’t immediately injected a painkiller near his wound, he wouldn’t have appeared so nonchalant.
A sudden set of footsteps sounded outside the door, not the crisp clicking of Yu Tao’er’s high heels on the floor, nor the light shuffling of A Xiang’s soft-soled cloth shoes. These were the sounds of high-top leather boots with iron-studded heels stepping on a wooden floor.
Meng Qing’s face suddenly hardened, his stern expression and sharp gaze instantly transforming completely into Tuo Fei Bai’s appearance. Yu Yi also sensed something was wrong and quickly put away the pistol on the table.
The door was knocked, and Wu Ma called from outside: ‘Commander, Young Master Fei Ying is here.’
Chapter 30 Warlords of the Republic (12)
‘Brother, how are your injuries? As soon as I heard you were hurt, I rushed over.”
