He felt that he might not even qualify as a friend to her.
His feelings towards her were only because of his guilt towards her husband.
An Xin’s husband used to have a really good relationship with him. They were part of the sa group of soldiers and simultaneously joined the first elite field unit of the Empire, carrying out many perilous tasks, including assassinations.
As tis beca more peaceful, they gradually focused on military strategy and tactics, as well as military research and developnt.
Despite this, the bond between them remained strong, akin to that of brothers. An Xin’s husband was also a man with a strong sense of justice.
He watched An Xin’s husband and An Xin fall in love, date, get married, and eventually have children.
Seeing their happiness, he was envious at tis and wondered when he could be as happy as they were.
But it was he who sent An Xin’s husband to execute that mission...
He never imagined that his dear friend’s young life would end because of his order.
For this, he felt imnsely guilty, to the point where he could hardly face his friend’s family.
Perhaps it was this guilt that drove him to take special care of An Xin and her daughter.
But An Xin was the wife of his deceased comrade. Even though the comrade has passed, An Xin, as a woman with a child, would surely need to find a new ho, but he had never considered himself for that role.
Because one should not covet a friend’s wife!
While he was lost in thought, the guard brought An Xin in. An Xin stood at the doorway, showing no sign of discomfort.
Everything appeared exceptionally normal, calm, as if the incident a few days ago when Di Mingchen drove her away never happened.
Her poised deanor even made Di Mingzhe and the others wonder if they had been overly suspicious.
"Commander." An Xin nodded. Although she smiled, there was a hint of distance in her eyes.
After greeting Di Mingchen, An Xin looked sowhat surprised. "Oh, the President is also here. I apologize, I hope I haven’t been rude."
"Not at all." Di Mingzhe nodded indifferently, but not in a condescending manner. However, his next words were, "If I’m not mistaken, you are the widow of Su Wei, the martyr from the peacekeeping mission five years ago?"
Hearing this, An Xin was suddenly taken aback, her heart clenched as if seized by sothing. A chill ran through her, raising goosebumps all over.
The feeling was one of distress, a mix of sadness and a slight embarrassnt.
Widow!
Those two words were the ones she hated the most!
But since they ca from Di Mingzhe, what could she dare to say?
An Xin’s body trembled involuntarily, even her lips quivered slightly uncontrollably.
What she hated most was being viewed as the woman who had lost her husband!
At this mont, Nangong Ran and Gu Qibao were peeking their heads out from the kitchen door.
An Xin felt even more embarrassed and had to force herself to act as if she hadn’t heard or seen anything, maintaining a proud and composed posture.
Di Mingzhe squinted slightly, extending his hand, "Your husband was an outstanding man. We thank him for his contributions to the country, and the nation deeply regrets his sacrifice."
Hearing this, An Xin seed sowhat alleviated, first stunned, then politely extended her hand to shake Di Mingzhe’s hand, "Thank you, Mr. President, for your care and regards. We are doing well."
"Please, have a seat." Di Mingzhe gestured towards the sofa opposite.
"Alright." Facing Di Mingzhe, An Xin naturally could not refuse. After all, he was the President.
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