Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 1102 So heartwarming, so incredibly heartwarming!

"Okay! Help!" Huizi nodded vigorously, imitating her brother, and clumsily used her small gloved hands to pat away the small pile of snow that Zhou Zhengqing had gathered. As a result, the snowflakes flew everywhere, and most of them landed on her own face and body and on Zhou Zhengqing's body.

"Hahaha!" Zhou Zhengqing was amused by her. Instead of brushing the snow off his face, he reached out and grabbed a small handful of snow, gently sprinkling it on Huizi's hat. "Our little kitten has turned into a little snow kitten!"

"Brother... you're bad!!" Hui Zi pouted in protest, but her eyes curved into crescents as she reached out her little hand to grab the snow, wanting to "fight back." However, her arms were too short and her strength too weak, and she only managed to raise a small wisp of snow dust.

Sakurako, who was standing under the eaves of the back porch of the Western-style house, covered her mouth with her sleeve and chuckled as she watched this scene.

Today she was wearing a light mauve jacquard cotton blouse, with a matching vest trimmed with fur over it, and thick dark blue trousers. Her long hair was simply tied up and held in place by a plain silver hairpin.

Her fair and gentle face appeared even more delicate and graceful under the snow's glow.

Her gaze lingered softly on Zhou Zhengqing and Huizi most of the time, especially on Zhou Zhengqing's profile, which was different from his usual cold or deep demeanor, now completely relaxed and even childlike, making her heart beat slightly faster and her cheeks feel a little hot.

Since that earth-shattering incident in Central China, the young master seems to have become much more "well-behaved," no longer exuding the dangerous aura of "keep away" that he did not have before.

Although she knew that this "docility" might only be a temporary period of dormancy, being able to watch him play with the younger children like a big kid on a snowy morning was a great happiness and comfort to her.

"Sakura, don't just stand there watching, come and help!" Zhou Zhengqing seemed to notice her gaze, suddenly turned around and shouted at her with a mischievous smile on his face: "Building a snowman is hard work, my hands are numb from the cold."

Sakura blushed and quickly replied, "Yes."

Carefully stepping through the snow cleared from the path, I hurried over.

She wasn't wearing gloves, and her slender, fair fingers quickly turned pink in the cold air.

"Young Master, please come inside and warm your hands. I can take over the work from Zhou Zhengqing." Yingzi said, reaching out to take over the work from Zhou Zhengqing.

“That won’t do,” Zhou Zhengqing said, avoiding her hand and his eyes crinkling into a smile. “We agreed to build a big snowman, and besides…” He suddenly lowered his voice, a hint of teasing in it. “I’ve heard that snow can beautify the skin, especially the first snow.”

"Sakurako, wouldn't it be a waste if you didn't take this opportunity to touch the snow more often?"

Sakura's ears turned red; the young master's words were clearly teasing her.

What need did she have for "beauty products"? Besides, the young master was clearly just teasing her because she was idle. She lowered her head in embarrassment, her voice barely audible: "Young master is making fun of Yingzi again..."

"Haha, okay, okay, I won't laugh at you." Zhou Zhengqing seemed to be in a very good mood, so he stopped teasing her and instead instructed, "Go over there and shovel over some clean snow, make sure it's compacted at the bottom. I'll make the snowman's body."

"Yes." Sakura felt like she had been granted a pardon and quickly turned around to find her tools, but her heart was pounding like a rabbit's.

Lately, the young master seems to have reverted to his old ways in Japan, and has become particularly fond of teasing her again.

Although she was always teased until she blushed, deep down she felt a faint, indescribable sweetness.

Huizi watched her brother and sister Yingzi talking. Although she didn't quite understand, she found it interesting and clapped her hands, laughing, "Their faces... are so red!... like flowers!"

Children's innocent words only made Sakura blush even more, almost burying her face in her collar.

She dared not look at Zhou Zhengqing again, and hurriedly picked up a small shovel leaning against the porch, and began to shovel snow carefully.

Just then, a slightly plump figure wearing a fur coat and a second lieutenant's uniform walked in through the side door, crunching through the snow.

He took small but steady steps, leaving two clear tracks in the snow with his boots.

The newcomer was none other than Ogura Daichi, the captain of the weapons service team. A native of Osaka, he couldn't shake his thick Kansai accent even in the freezing cold of the north.

He seemed to have a natural, businessman-like amiable smile on his face, always greeting everyone with a smile, his eyes habitually squinting, making him appear both warm and shrewd.

But those in the headquarters who knew a little about the situation knew perfectly well that this always-smiling captain was in charge of the armory and knew the ins and outs of every bullet and grenade. Getting a penny out of him was harder than climbing to heaven. He was a real sucker who would pluck feathers from a passing goose and leave a drop of water on the ground.

"Oh my, such heavy snow! General, you're in a very good mood!"

Ogura Daichi stopped five or six steps away from Zhou Zhengqing, stood with his feet together, straightened his back, and bowed with a "snap".

His movements were clean and crisp, without a single flaw, but the eagerness and ingratiation in his smile almost overflowed, diluting the solemnity of the military salute.

His gaze swept quickly over the small figure beside Zhou Zhengqing, who was intently rolling a snowball, and his face crinkled into a wide smile: "Building a snowman with Miss Huizi, so heartwarming, so incredibly heartwarming! This scene warms my heart just looking at it!"

Zhou Zhengqing stopped patting the snowdrift, straightened up, and looked at him.

I hadn't paid much attention to Xiao Cang for a long time, but now that I look closely, I realize that he's gotten quite rounder than the last time I saw him. The buttons on his military uniform under his fur coat seem to be stretched tight, and his cheeks are full and glowing. It seems that he's been having a good time lately and is living a very comfortable life.

"So early, is something the matter?" Zhou Zhengqing's tone was flat, revealing no emotion, as he casually brushed off a few snowflakes stuck to his sweater sleeve.

"It's nothing, nothing! How could I dare disturb your enjoyment so early in the morning, General!" Ogura Daichi quickly waved his hand, his head swaying slightly as he chuckled. His waist unconsciously bent at an even more submissive angle, and his voice lowered, carrying a tacit sense of intimacy: "It's just... in the latter half of last night, we secretly received a batch of newly arrived 'supplies' from the Tanggu Wharf."

The list was delivered to your office desk before dawn.

They were mostly rifles, light machine guns, and a few mortars; their condition... was passable, except for the quantity of ammunition... well... there was a slight discrepancy.

He rubbed his hands together, took a half step closer, and lowered his voice, which sounded both annoyed and boastful: "The people under me are not meticulous enough. I'm personally supervising them as they recount the boxes one by one. I'll give you the most accurate number later, without a single mistake!"

The way he pronounced the word "supplies" was quite meaningful.

Everyone knows that this is definitely not the kind of quota that comes from going through the proper channels and waiting for the military to allocate.

Inside were mostly goods that Captain Xiaocang had obtained through shady "special channels" from the hands of certain "friendly forces" through "flexible adjustments".

The items were a mix of new and old, from all sorts of sources. Their purpose, naturally, was either to "enhance" the military police's "actual" equipment capabilities, or to quietly flow into certain "gray" trading channels with high demand and generous spending, adding to the headquarters' slush fund.

Zhou Zhengqing was fully aware of all this.