So this is what they meant by "Sister Hu." He'd barely opened his mouth when she arched an eyebrow, glared, and chewed him out for prying into military secrets as if he were her bratty nephew.
'You might as well take a broom to me like I'm your own son.' Shen Weimin shook his head, speechless. He knew better than to press the issue and could only reassure his sister, telling her not to worry.
"Back when you decided to follow in Mom's footsteps and become a dedicated military wife, Grandma spent a fortune hiring a master to read you and your husband's birth charts."
"A perfect match."
"Blessed with great fortune and a strong destiny."
"It couldn't have been a better reading."
"Besides, while I can't say your husband is a decorated war hero, he's both brave and cunning. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made deputy regimental commander right after turning thirty. He'll be fine. There's absolutely no danger."
