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After the banquet ended and the guests had departed, it was already late at night. Under the warm hospitality of the Tang family, An Xiaotu and Tang Yucheng decided to stay at the Tang Family Estate for the night.

Tang Yucheng brought An Xiaotu back to his room and said, "It's very late. You should go to sleep after you finish your bath. I still have some things to do."

"Well, don't stay up too late." She quickly explained, realizing that phrase could easily be misunderstood. "I mean your wound isn't fully healed yet, staying up late isn't good for you."

"I know."

He finished speaking, turned to leave the room, and closed the door behind him.

An Xiaotu smirked, a warm smile spreading across her face.

This man probably sensed that his presence would make her uncomfortable, so he stepped back and left the room to himself.

In the wardrobe were clothes of her and Tang Yucheng's sizes, all brand new, most still with tags. An Xiaotu took a set of pajamas into the bathroom…

Tang Moqing looked at Tang Yucheng with a strange expression under the night, "Second brother, were you driven out by your second sister-in-law"

Tang Yu walked towards the study with steady and elegant steps, his lips pursed in a cool manner without responding.

"Or...Second Brother, are you really just physically weak" Tang Moqing asked tentatively.

In the dead of night, instead of snuggling with his warm and lovely wife, he went into the study.

There is a problem!

There is definitely a problem!

A chilling, murderous gaze shot over, Tang Moqingye instantly went silent as a mouse, touched his nose and followed into the study.

Oh oh oh!

He could be said to be a paragon of filial piety, worrying himself sick over his second older brother's well-being. But his second older brother just wouldn't appreciate it.

As Tang Yucheng sat down at his desk, Tang Moqing paced back and forth in the office, looking distressed. He gritted his teeth and said, "Second brother, even if you blame me, there are some things I have to tell you... You haven't fully recovered from your gunshot wound lately, it's normal for your body to be weak. It's not embarrassing to ask the kitchen to stew more tonic soup. You can also go see a doctor if you want. But please, don't give up on yourself; staying up late is bad for your kidneys..."

"Get out!"

A low, resonant voice, thick with danger, rang out coldly. The temperature in the study plummeted instantly to freezing.

Even though Tang Moqing had spent several years in the business world and met all kinds of big figures, he was still somewhat breathless under this overwhelming and oppressive aura.

His second brother, although cold and expressionless, spoke with elegant words and a refined tone. I don't recall him ever using vulgar language.

Now using the word "roll" must have really gotten under his skin.

This only strengthened my suspicion that 'Second Brother's body is weak'.

"Then I'll leave." Tang Mo held back his words, then gently reminded him, "Second brother, your injury hasn't fully healed yet, please don't stay up too late."

After saying that, he let out a sigh of helplessness in his heart and turned away.

Second brother's injury is already seven to eight points better. If it were him, he would definitely be able to fight for a day and a night without any problem.

He didn't expect that his second brother, a towering and valiant man of iron, was actually weak in the face of adversity...

In the spacious and lavish European-style study, a profound and serene peace prevailed.

Tang Yucheng pondered for a moment, then picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Chinese, Chinese general" On the other end of the phone was a voice, trembling with shock.

The 'Falcon' special forces unit wasn't as large as an army group. Major General Tang Yucheng, was his rank in the Army before being suddenly transferred to the 'Falcon' special forces three years ago to serve as the highest commander.

"Hmm." Tang Yucheng responded with a deep murmur.

The fingers resting on the table tapped lightly, as if pondering something.

"May I ask what orders you have for me, General" The man on the other end of the phone immediately straightened his body and asked nervously.

Silence.

A chilling silence.

After a long silence, Tang Yucheng finally opened his cold and aloof mouth, "I have a question for you..."

"General, please be assured that I know everything and will tell you everything." The man said respectfully.

"How does one truly like another person" he asked in a cold, formal tone.

‘Clang’——

The gentle and cultured man was so shocked that his phone suddenly slipped from his hand and landed on the ground. He stood there for a full ten seconds before quickly picking up his phone.

"Are you General Tang Yucheng" he asked with a great deal of suspicion.

"Yes! You can't even hear my voice anymore" The imposing and intimidating question sent a chill down one's spine.

"No, no, it's not." Mo Chen quickly denied, patting his startled little heart, "The general was asking me 'how to determine if you like someone', wasn't he"

"Hmm." A tone as cold and indifferent as ice.

It was enough to scare Mo Chen out of his wits, he almost thought he was dreaming. A major general actually came to consult him, a mere psychological counselor in the unit, about relationship problems.

After waiting for half a minute and getting no response, Tang Yucheng's voice turned colder. He commanded, "Speak."

"Is Major General in love" Mo Chen asked, both shocked and curiously.

"You just need to answer my questions." he said icily, disgusted by the prying into his private life.

“Yes.” Mo Chen immediately straightened his posture and said cautiously and respectfully, “Colonel, first of all, let me clarify that I am a psychologist, not a professional relationship expert. When answering your questions, the answers I give you may not be 100% accurate, just for reference; if you feel uneasy later on, you can search for some authoritative emotional survey answers from Google...”

After all, this is a matter of feelings for the superior. For him to come at such a late hour speaks volumes about the seriousness with which the general views this relationship.

He absolutely had to be careful and thorough, not allowing even the slightest mistake. Otherwise, Zhong would definitely use him as a target for his subordinates to practice their shooting.

After reminding himself of these points, Mo Chen finally began to seriously and carefully analyze the questions he had raised, occasionally giving examples to corroborate his answers.

Tang Yu Cheng held his phone in one hand, listening to the answer, while his other hand flew across the keyboard, recording every word he said.

Time slipped away, one minute after another. An hour later.

"Does Major General have any other questions you need to consult" After a thorough analysis, Mo Chen asked diligently and professionally.

"No."

Ended the call.

Putting his phone aside, he moved the mouse and looked at the Word document. The font was size four, filling three pages with text. He furrowed his brow slightly.

Then, open the Google website and, following Mo Chen's suggestion, search online for authoritative international standard answers, and make notes in your notepad from time to time.

After carefully and seriously comparing countless answers online, he combined what Mo Chen told him with his own feelings.

Then, copy the organized answers into a notebook.

After finishing, Tang Yucheng stood up and stretched his muscles, seeing the sky begin to blush with the pale light of dawn.

Thinking about telling her my answer later, a strange feeling swept through me...lm. 。His large hand was tightly gripping her hand. 。 Lian Cheng Ye lowered his eyes to look at his and her hand, but he did not immediately let go. 。This feeling made him feel like he had experienced...