"Dear Wife" Is on the Run and Wanted

[Marshal's son Shen Shaoqin is getting married, but the target is actually a poor junior! When the news came out, the imperial capital was shocked. No one expected that Shen Shaoqin, the marshal's son with great military exploits and great power at a young age, would get married so suddenly to an unknown and weak young man. It is said that he was his junior student a few years below him when he was studying in the military academy. He came from a poor family and relied on work-study to complete his studies. The primary school student's name is Lin Zhaoxi. He is like a small white flower that is tenacious and unyielding in the wind and rain, pure and clean. Faced with heavy opposition from his family, Shen Shaoqin changed his usual restraint and held the young man's hand tightly at the elders' meeting, saying in a firm voice: "I only want him." Against all odds, the lover finally got married, and he gave him an extremely luxurious wedding to declare his love. - Married life is as perfect as a carefully woven dream. His little friend, who was born into a poor family, seemed to have his whole heart tied to this family. No matter how late he comes back, there is always a warm light on in the living room. Lin Zhaoxi would always greet him meekly, take off his military uniform and hand him tea at just the right temperature. There is always his favorite dish on the table, and every fold of his military uniform is ironed straight. His young man is gentle and quiet, and his eyes seem to only have room for him. Shen Shaoqin often felt unprecedented peace in the fragrance of his hair. He even started planning what to do after retirement, imagining buying a house with a garden in some quiet paradise, two people, three meals, four seasons... Such an ordinary life. He thought he held the most precious treasure in the world. - "Be careful on the road, I'll wait for you to come back." The young man stood on tiptoe and kissed him gently on the lips, his eyes clear. Saying goodbye as usual, the moment the door was locked, the soft smile on Lin Zhaoxi's face faded instantly. He turned around and pressed the hidden switch on the kitchen wall, and the entire wall slid open quietly, revealing the metal space behind it—— Firearms, ammunition, masks, cold weapons... He pulled off his soft sweater and pulled his forehead back, revealing a pair of extremely aggressive eyes. The harmless temperament was replaced by a loose sharpness. The men pushed the door in on time with the fresh-keeping boxes, quickly arranged the exquisite dishes on the plates, and then quickly started to tidy up the room, wash the clothes, and hang the ironed military uniforms in the closet... Lin Zhaoxi was sitting on the sofa, holding a slender cigarette in her mouth and wiping the pulse pistol in her hand. He glanced at the man who was arranging the dishes, "I seem to have said that onions are not allowed in the food." The subordinate explained in a low voice: "But... Marshal Shen... Seems to like onion soup..." Lin Zhaoxi sneered, the smoke blurring his features. "I don't care if he likes it or not." - At a celebrity dinner, the alarm went off and the wind roared on the rooftop. Lin Zhaoxi, who was accidentally hit by the accident, said with a sarcastic smile, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, actually... Your skills are very poor." As expected, he saw the expression on Shen Shaoqin's handsome face change from shock and pain to red with shame and anger. "I pity you! Don't dare to use force!!" Shen Shaoqin's low roar was blown away by the wind. The young man laughed loudly, fell backwards, and his figure merged neatly into the night and disappeared. Only Shen Shaoqin, whose sincerity was completely shattered, was left, and the whole world seemed to collapse and reorganize. - When they faced off again, the two sides pointed their cold guns at each other, and the air was filled with the lingering smell of gunpowder and the sound of suppressed breathing. "I know you are not him," Shen Shaoqin stared closely at those eyes that fascinated him, "But I seem to... Prefer the real you. Even though you are a liar, a killer... And you insult my skills." Lin Zhaoxi raised her eyebrows, her muzzle was not lowered, and she smiled brightly. "Then you don't have to show mercy now. Just give it a try... Generalissimo." Intention: Work hard and be positive