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Year 1980, Northwest Military Compound. “Oh my god, that rural girl is really something else.” “Isn’t she? Hoắc Diên Xuyên of all people, and now he’s being clung to by some countryside bumpkin. Old Mr. Hoắc must be senile, still insisting on that childhood engagement nonsense!” “Well, what do you expect? A brilliant man like Hoắc Diên Xuyên getting crushed by a ‘pig’—what a shame!” “I heard the women in the art troupe have been crying their eyes out over this!” In a corner of the courtyard, a group of women whispered and gossiped. Not just them—even Chu Thiệu, Hoắc Diên Xuyên’s close friend and comrade, couldn’t hold back his frustration. He patted Hoắc’s shoulder with a sympathetic sigh. “Old Hoắc, are you really going to marry that countryside girl? You two only met a few times at the old house, didn’t you?” “Yeah,” Hoắc Diên Xuyên replied calmly. His handsome face showed no emotion—neither joy nor excitement—about the upcoming wedding. Chu Thiệu frowned, trying to persuade him. “I really don’t think you need to do this. If you want to repay a life-saving debt, just help her get a stable job—there’s no need to sacrifice your entire life. Isn’t that just forcing yourself? I bet that country girl is definitely taking advantage of you, just clinging on for long-term food rations. If you’re having trouble rejecting her, let me do it for you—I’ll say it to her face!” He went on, his voice growing increasingly agitated. “You have no idea—I’ve met plenty of women like her. The more you give in, the more they push. If the girls in Kinh City find out you’re giving them up for some backwoods nobody, they’ll be furious!”