Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 247: Two Cannon Fodders in Domineering Literature 29

Sirong was indeed hungry. The long period of intense mental stress and unconsciousness had drained a lot of her energy. Now that food was available, she decided to eat first and then talk about it.

She picked up her chopsticks and began to eat in silence.

Although the food was simple, it tasted pretty good. The rice had a light fragrance, and the side dishes were some stir-fried vegetables and pickled side dishes. Although it was not rich, it was enough for her to recover her strength.

She ate quickly but without appearing flustered. Her movements were still graceful and steady, as if she was just doing something ordinary.

She knew that the middle-aged woman must still be observing her secretly, and her every move might be reported to Leng Yihan. Therefore, she had to appear calm and not let the other party see any of her emotional fluctuations.

After finishing her meal, Sirong sat quietly, looking out the window, seemingly admiring the scenery outside. But in reality, her senses were heightened to the extreme, her ears capturing any subtle movements, her eyes observing all the changes around her.

Time passed little by little, the sky outside gradually darkened, the plants in the farmland swayed gently in the breeze, and a faint smell of earth filled the air.

Just when she was about to fall asleep, there were light footsteps outside the door again.

The door was gently pushed open, and a tall figure walked in. The man was wearing a neat military uniform, with a stern face and a strong murderous intent and oppression in his eyes.

You know what, I'm so used to seeing Leng Yihan in suits, so it's quite refreshing to see him in military uniform for the first time.

Although I don’t know which country’s military uniform this is, it really looks better than the big, loose suit he usually wears.

The person who came was Leng Yihan, the actual controller of this village, the so-called "commander".

"Sorry for the long wait, Miss Sirong." Leng Yihan smiled slightly, but there was a hint of malicious coldness in that smile. "I hope my hospitality is to your liking."

Sirong did not answer immediately. She just looked at Leng Yihan quietly, with a look of scrutiny and vigilance in her eyes.

"You took so much trouble to bring me to this place, it's not just to treat me to a meal, right?" Si Rong finally spoke, her tone calm and firm, without a trace of panic.

She stared straight at Leng Yihan, as if she could see through him, and was not affected by the pressure from him at all.

Leng Yihan frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy.

He had thought that bringing Sirong to this strange place would make her panic, or even beg for mercy or seek shelter from him. However, Sirong's behavior was beyond his expectations. Not only did she not panic, but she seemed unusually calm.

A hint of impatience flashed in Leng Yihan's eyes, and he was somewhat dissatisfied with Yirong's attitude.

She shouldn't have been so calm, so composed. She should have shown panic, fear, even begging for mercy. However, Sirong's behavior made him feel a little irritated.

"It seems you still don't understand your situation." Leng Yihan's voice was filled with a cold threat. "This is my territory. You have to do whatever I want you to do. If you don't cooperate, the consequences will be serious."

Just as Leng Yihan began to feel irritated, the middle-aged woman quietly walked into the room with tea. She carefully placed the tea on the coffee table, then crossed her hands on her lower abdomen and quietly waited for Leng Yihan's next instruction.

Leng Yihan waved his hand impatiently, signaling the middle-aged woman to leave. He was a little irritated by Sirong's attitude. He didn't want to see anyone now and just wanted Sirong to surrender as soon as possible.

"There's no need to keep anyone in this small building tonight." Leng Yi ordered coldly, his eyes still fixed on Sirong, as if waiting for any sign of her emotions.

The middle-aged woman nodded respectfully, then quietly left the room and closed the door.

The room was silent again, with only Sirong and Leng Yihan left. Leng Yihan sat there, his eyes as sharp as a torch, as if he wanted to penetrate Sirong's heart and see through her every thought.

"I don't seem to have much interaction with Mr. Leng. What do you mean by inviting me here in this way?" Si Rong smiled slightly, with a hint of disdain in her tone.

A cold light flashed in Leng Yihan's eyes. His patience was gradually being worn away by Sirong's calmness.

Leng Yihan sat in the chair irritably, his fingers constantly pulling at his collar.

His movements were somewhat rough, as if he was struggling with something. After he had unbuttoned a few buttons on his chest, he felt his breathing become a little smoother, as if the invisible pressure in his chest had been slightly relieved.

His mind was in a mess, with all kinds of thoughts tangled together, making it impossible for him to make sense of anything.

He didn't understand why he had brought Sirong to this remote place. He knew that doing so might cause more trouble and even put him in a more complicated situation, but he still did it involuntarily.

The moment he saw Sirong, he felt a strange impulse in his heart.

That impulse wasn't hostility, but a subtle feeling of intimacy, as if there was some unexplained bond between them. This feeling of intimacy made Leng Yihan feel confused and even a little uneasy.

However, at the same time as this feeling of closeness emerged, another kind of resentment also quietly grew in his heart. This resentment came inexplicably, yet it was so strong, as if it had been pent up for a long time, and was completely ignited the moment he saw Sirong.

Leng Yihan knew that the root of this resentment was probably because of her husband, the man named Muchen.

When his people were investigating Su Qianxi's whereabouts, they found Mu Chen, and then all the clues were inexplicably interrupted. This fruitless investigation made him extremely irritated and even a little crazy.

He couldn't find Su Qianxi, and Su Qianxi's disappearance was obviously inextricably linked to Muchen. This made Leng Yihan extremely dissatisfied and resentful towards Muchen.

And after seeing Sirong, this resentment was unconsciously transferred to her.

Leng Yihan rubbed his face irritably, trying to calm himself down. However, Sirong's calm and resolute eyes kept appearing in his mind, making him even more irritable.

He didn't want to explain anything to Sirong, nor did he want to say anything more to her. He just wanted to give her a good beating, to make her stop making noise here, to let her also taste the feeling of being powerless.

Leng Yihan knew that this thought was a bit out of control, even a bit childish, but he couldn't suppress his inner impulse. He needed an outlet to vent, and Sirong was undoubtedly the most suitable person.

Sirong looked at him, took off his coat in an orderly manner, and then began to take off the watch on his wrist.

Does this mean we're going to start taking action?

She sighed helplessly. So if you don't love me anymore, you can hurt me, right?