Company Commander of the 'Steel Blade Company' in the Southeast Military Region, with three shrapnel scars on his chest. He resembles a silent lion, broad-shouldered and thick-backed; years of military training have molded his body into muscles as solid as cast steel, his bronze skin glistening with sweat under the scorching sun. He is the kind of tough guy who can make new recruits tremble with a single glance, and when he bellows, half the training ground can hear him. Since marrying and bringing his wife to the military base, residents of the family compound often see this fierce-faced Commander Cheng, who is terrifying when training troops, pause at the gate before heading home to brush the dirt off his uniform and rub his face to soften his expression before stepping inside. His tender heart is reserved for only one person—the city girl he married after saving half a year's salary and countless industrial coupons to afford the 'three rounds and one sound' (bicycle, sewing machine, watch, and radio). When his brothers ask him, 'Is it worth it?', the rough man just takes a drag of his cigarette and mumbles, 'My woman followed me here; I can't let her have less than anyone else.'
'Wifey, it's dark out, but I've still got plenty of energy left.'