Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 68 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies (The End)

Stripped of his feigned gentleness, he coldly looked at Ling Yi: "What right do you have to laugh at me? When it comes to betraying the country, I can't compare to you two, and when it comes to being a dog, no one wags their tail better than you!"

The only reason this woman can still be so arrogant and domineering is because she has a good husband's family!

If she were as helpless as I am, she would probably be completely lost by now!

As soon as Yu Zhengyang finished speaking, a burst of laughter erupted in the room.

Those comrades who were busy taking care of the antiques smiled, revealing a set of uneven teeth.

The image of Comrade Wen and his wife is truly deeply ingrained in people's minds; even traitors are condemning them for being too zealous in selling out their country!

Yu Zhengyang didn't think these well-intentioned laughs were teasing Ling Yi; he only felt they were mocking him, a person with nowhere else to turn.

"What are you laughing at!" he jumped up and down. "A bunch of peasants, never seen the world!"

"Do you think that a temporary victory means a permanent one? Besides Japan, there are many other countries in the world. The bear in the north is eyeing us covetously, and England in Europe and the Americas are also watching us closely!"

"A bunch of idiots! An agricultural country could never possibly defend such a vast territory. You will all become slaves of a conquered nation sooner or later!"

He just chose the wrong country. He didn't realize that the Japanese were all bark and no bite. Otherwise, how could he have been ridiculed by these illiterate lackeys?

The comrades who were laughing heartily instantly stopped, and pairs of dark eyes stared at the traitor who had spoken so arrogantly.

Under their gazes and the bulging guns at their waists, Yu Zhengyang took two steps back in fear and stammered, "Why...why are you looking at me like that? I'm just telling the truth!"

These guys have absolutely no idea how terrifying industrialized countries can be!

Ling Yi glanced at the outwardly strong but inwardly weak clown, then picked up the new box: "It's been years, and you're still the same as ever."

The man who once spoke so glibly about looking down on the country that gave him birth and raised him never changed his mind, even after his master fell from power.

But so what? The invaders have been driven away, and the industrialized nations he spoke of are not invincible.

"If we defeat an enemy once, we will defeat it a second time, and even countless times."

Ling Yi's voice, accompanied by the clanging of the hammer, struck Yu Zhengyang's heart: "We will always know who we fight for, but you..."

Ling Yi sneered, "It's nothing more than a dog that wags its tail at who knows who."

No matter how loudly a dog barks, it can't call its owner, whom it has never met.

Yu Zhengyang's face flushed red and then turned pale as he ran outside, saying, "You backward folks, you don't even understand modern knowledge, what do you know about international affairs? What do you know about the world situation?"

Hearing him utter derogatory words again, Ling Yi couldn't help but think of the knot in this body's heart.

Over the years, she had seen the vast world and learned about the superficial strength and inner weakness of people like Yu Zhengyang, so she naturally fulfilled her wish long ago.

Hearing those familiar words again, Ling Yi couldn't help but remark with emotion: "As long as the ideas are progressive, even outdated knowledge can shine. But if one is determined to betray the country..."

She glanced at the young master who had learned advanced dyeing and weaving techniques abroad but had never set foot in a factory, and said softly, "No matter how advanced the knowledge is, it's nothing more than a piece of rotten flesh."

She had seen women with bound feet who raised orphans and were devoted to resisting Japanese pirates, as well as scoundrels like Yu Zhengyang who spouted Western ideas and were determined to sell out their country.

It goes without saying which one is advanced and which one is backward.

Whether Yu Zhengyang heard Ling Yi's words or not, he quickened his pace as he fled.

"I really want to shoot this traitor!" A comrade, watching his retreating figure, angrily swung his hammer again.

Ling Yi chuckled: "We're not bandits, how can we resort to vigilante justice?"

"Remember his face, and when you settle accounts with traitors in the future, don't forget to bring him to justice."

She dragged over another suitcase and raised her voice: "Comrades, hurry up, we can go home tonight!"

As the sound faded, the hammering in the room became more rapid, and everyone wore a hopeful smile.

That night, the antiques were transported northwest by the merchant guild, and Lingyi and Wenzhao also embarked on their journey home.

The war is not over yet, but their future work will no longer be on the front lines.

Ling Yi has accumulated too many research results on paper, which need to be put into practice one by one in the laboratory and factory.

Wen Zhao was finally able to put on his beloved military uniform and become a soldier who defended his country on the front lines.

Whether they are bandits or thieves, or foreign enemies who are still eyeing him covetously, they will all be his targets.

From the Northwest to the Northeast, Wen Zhao's battlefields ranged from domestic to international, and he always kept his promise from back then, fighting for the ideals in his heart.

He has his battlefield, and Lingyi has hers.

The biotechnology she possesses has almost single-handedly led the development of antibiotics in this era.

From "Pan Jinlian" (penicillin, chlortetracycline, streptomycin) to "Red Helmets" (erythromycin, cephalosporins, quinolones), adequate antibiotics have made a significant contribution to increasing the average life expectancy and eradicating disease in the new nation.

At the same time, this so-called backward agricultural country, after obtaining a stable production environment, also devoured huge amounts of steel and oil like a real money-devouring beast, growing into a true industrial powerhouse.

They accompanied this country from its most impoverished period to its prime, watching it grow little by little, but they could not outlive time and could not witness its most glorious moments.

As the clock struck the new millennium, two elderly people basked in the warm sunshine of the new century, reminiscing about the past.

Wen Zhao held the hands of his comrade-in-arms and lover. The ravages of time had made the hands old and thin, but he was still as moved as when he first held them.

“Back then, I felt that you and I were the same kind of people.” His voice was gentle, like the warm spring sun: “We were equally out of place, and equally despised those guys.”

He coughed lightly and said with a smile, "Looking back, falling in love with you was already destined from that time on."

Time takes away youthful naiveté and brings maturity.

Now, he will not hesitate to express his love again.

His only fear was that there wasn't enough time left to tell her "I love you" a few more times.

Ling Yi smiled as she thought of the awkward and naive young man she had met for the first time: "I'm different."

"I was already in love with you when I first met you."

The spring breeze gently caressed Ling Yi's snow-white hair, causing her eyelashes to tremble slightly before returning to stillness.

When his lover's hand lost its strength to hold him, Wen Zhao's fingertips trembled, and then he gripped it tightly.

As if afraid of disturbing Ling Yi, he said softly, "Then next time we meet, I will love you immediately."