At the military's group wedding, my best friend and I swapped husbands.

Chapter 81 Attempt to Steal a Chicken Backfires

Wang Xiuying bit her lip, glanced at Su Wanwan who was still moving her arms and legs in place, and then looked at her husband's matter-of-fact face. Suddenly, an indescribable sense of resentment welled up in her heart.

How can Li Jianguo be so chauvinistic, not considering his own needs at all, when they're both men?

However, Li Jianguo treated her very well. He was in charge of external affairs, so Wang Xiuying had to take care of internal affairs.

Therefore, Li Jianguo felt that chores like washing clothes and cooking should be done by women.

Just then, the side door of the auditorium opened again.

Bai Rongbei walked in.

He was carrying a military green satchel in one hand and an enamel mug in the other.

He glanced around the auditorium, his gaze landing on Su Wanwan. He then walked straight over to her and said, "Wanwan, congratulations on successfully advancing to the final exam."

"Yes, the final exam is tomorrow, and we're still practicing here," Su Wanwan replied.

"Still practicing?" he asked, his voice low.

"That's about it." Su Wanwan wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Bai Rongbei handed over the enamel mug he was holding: "Drink some water. It's warm."

Su Wanwan took it, unscrewed the cap, and sipped it slowly.

Bai Rongbei took out another oil paper package from his satchel, opened it, and inside were four steaming buns.

"It's from the cafeteria, minced meat. Just something to tide you over." He said, shoving the oil paper package into Su Wanwan's hand, then casually taking the half-empty mug she was drinking from and taking a couple of sips himself.

The movements were fluid and natural, without any deliberate effort.

Su Wanwan blushed slightly, holding the steamed bun and said softly, "Thank you... Have you eaten?"

"I've already eaten," Bai Rongbei said, glancing at Wang Xiuying and Li Jianguo beside him with their complicated expressions, and nodded as a greeting.

Li Jianguo looked a little embarrassed and touched his nose: "Commander Bai... is really considerate to his wife."

Bai Rongbei hummed in response but didn't reply. He only asked Su Wanwan, "Are you practicing again tonight?"

"Practice a little longer, and work on the details," Su Wanwan said.

"Okay. I'll wait here for a bit." Bai Rongbei said, walking to a row of benches against the wall and sitting down. He took out a document from his bag and began to read it in the dim light of the auditorium.

That gesture clearly indicated that he was going to accompany her.

Seeing this, Wang Xiuying's pent-up resentment instantly transformed into a burning jealousy.

On what grounds?

Su Wanwan is a pampered capitalist's daughter, so why does she deserve to be treated like this by Bai Rongbei?

Isn't Bai Rongbei known for being cold, hard, and unapproachable? Doesn't he also have problems in that area?

How could he be so good to Su Wanwan?

They brought me water and food, and even accompanied me to dance practice?

Then she looked at Li Jianguo beside her, who was impatiently urging her to go home and cook...

Wang Xiuying dug her nails into her palms, but still forced a smile: "Wanwan, look how much Commander Bai cares about you. Well... I'll head back now. Shall we come earlier tomorrow morning and do it two more times?"

"Okay, Xiuying, take care." Su Wanwan nodded.

Wang Xiuying tugged at Li Jianguo's sleeve and quickly walked out of the auditorium.

As soon as they stepped out of the auditorium, Li Jianguo muttered, "Look at Commander Bai! And look at you! Rehearsing, rehearsing, and you haven't even cooked! I'm starving!"

Wang Xiuying abruptly shook off his hand, her voice rising: "Even Commander Bai knows to bring food to his wife! What about you? Besides urging me to cook, what else can you do?"

Li Jianguo was taken aback by her outburst, then quickly retorted, "What's wrong with me? Aren't I tired from training all day? Did you come with me to take care of me, or to be a pampered mistress?"

The two started arguing in the twilight.

Inside the auditorium, Su Wanwan ate a steamed bun, listening to the faint sounds of arguing coming from outside, and sighed softly.

Bai Rongbei looked up: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Su Wanwan shook her head, sat down next to him, and handed him the oil paper package. "Would you like another one?"

"Eat." Bai Rongbei closed the document. "Eat your fill before you practice."

Su Wanwan ate the steamed bun in small bites. The meat filling was very fragrant, and the dough was soft and fluffy.

She stole a glance at Bai Rongbei.

His profile looked particularly rugged under the light, his eyes focused intently on the documents in his hands, as if his considerate actions just moments before were perfectly natural.

She felt a warm feeling in her heart, but also a little bittersweet.

Such a good man... yet he's hampered by an old injury...

"Bai Rongbei," she suddenly asked in a low voice, "is the massage Dr. Hu mentioned tonight?"

Bai Rongbei paused for a moment as he flipped through the documents.

He turned to look at her, his eyes deep: "If you're tired, don't press the buttons."

"I'm not tired," Su Wanwan quickly replied, her face slightly flushed. "I promised I'd stick to it."

Bai Rongbei looked at her for a few seconds and nodded: "Okay."

Neither of them spoke again.

After finishing her steamed buns and drinking some water, Su Wanwan stood up and said, "I'll practice my spins some more. I feel like there's something I'm not quite right about."

"Mm," Bai Rongbei responded, his gaze following her figure.

Su Wanwan practiced continuous spinning in the open space.

When I was on the third lap, my foot slipped and I almost lost my balance.

Bai Rongbei stood up almost immediately, but Su Wanwan swayed a little before regaining her balance.

She stuck out her tongue and continued practicing.

Bai Rongbei sat down again, but he couldn't focus on the documents in his hands anymore.

He watched her spin and jump over and over again, her hair damp with sweat and clinging to her fair forehead.

Her eyes were bright, and she was so focused that it seemed like the whole world had turned to dance.

For some reason, he remembered what Dr. Hu had said.

"Your wife... is a thoughtful person. Treat her well."

His fingers curled unconsciously.

……

The final exam was held the following morning.

The auditorium was even more crowded, with many family members and soldiers in attendance, in addition to the judges and contestants.

Lin Weiwei grabbed Bai Si'an early in the morning to secure a front-row seat, clutching a small handkerchief in her hand, even more nervous than Su Wanwan.

"Wanwan will definitely do it!" she whispered to Bai Si'an. "She practiced until really late last night, and Commander Bai stayed with her the whole time."

Bai Si'an pushed up his glasses, glanced at his older brother sitting diagonally in front of him with his back straight as a pine tree, and smiled slightly: "My brother is rare."

"That's right!" Lin Weiwei exclaimed with pride. "Our Wanwan deserves it!"

The performance order was determined by drawing lots, and Su Wanwan and Wang Xiuying were placed in the fourth group.

The first three performances were decent, without any major mistakes, but also not particularly outstanding.

When it was their turn, as soon as the announcer finished speaking, Wang Xiuying took a deep breath, put on a bright smile, and took the lead on the stage.

Su Wanwan followed behind her, her steps steady.

The music started, accompanied by the cheerful "Spring Comes to the Frontier".

The two danced to the music.

Holding hands, gazing into each other's eyes, spinning, jumping...

Their movements were synchronized, their emotions were high, and their smiles were genuine.

At least on the surface, they worked together perfectly.

Below the stage, Lin Weiwei tightly gripped her handkerchief, her eyes unblinking.

Bai Rongbei sat a little further away, his face expressionless, but the knuckles of his hand resting on his knee were slightly tense.

In the second half of the dance, there is a continuous cross-rotation movement.

According to the choreography, the two need to hold hands, quickly cross and switch positions, rotate four times, and then separate to make a gesture of spreading their arms.

Just as they crossed places for the third time, their bodies passed each other.

A ruthless glint flashed in Wang Xiuying's eyes.

It's now!

She seemingly casually hooked her right foot forward, her toes precisely sweeping towards Su Wanwan's left ankle as it was about to land!

If this hook lands, Su Wanwan will definitely lose her balance and fall flat on her face in front of everyone!

However, just a moment before her toes were about to touch Su Wanwan's ankle...

As if she had a premonition, Su Wanwan adjusted the angle of her left foot very slightly when it landed, and her heel turned out a little bit without leaving a trace.

It was just that tiny bit that caused Wang Xiuying's toes to glide past the edge of her shoe, missing her target!

Wang Xiuying herself lost her balance instantly because she used too much force and failed to find a point of leverage!

"Ah!" she cried out in surprise, and fell backward at an angle!

In a flash, Su Wanwan seemed to be "startled" by her shout and subconsciously reached out and grabbed Wang Xiuying's waving arm!

This grab slowed Wang Xiuying's fall, but she still staggered and "plop" knelt on one knee on the stage!