Chapter 51 Qingyun (Supplement 1500 words) Rong Chengzhou, I'm ready...

"......"

Jiang Mingxue stared at the two numbers, her face instantly turning deathly pale.

The joy she felt on her way home vanished completely, and Jiang Mingxue finally understood what Rong Chengzhou was so happy about.

It turned out that his custom-made condoms had arrived.

She was still oblivious and happily laughing in the car.

Didn't they say it would take three or four days to arrive?

She specifically calculated the date according to the earliest possible time, so how could it arrive early?

What was she supposed to do?

23cm, 100 pieces?

What does this mean?

Having witnessed that a box of 18 was only enough for Rong Chengzhou for two days, Jiang Mingxue was no longer shocked by the number 100.

She was more concerned with the first number.

Twenty-three centimeters—was that the question she had always been curious about?

Her understanding of male reproductive organs was limited to a purely medical perspective; she only knew the composition and function of each part. Apart from human anatomy, she had never seen a living person, including Rong Chengzhou.

He was behind her the whole night, and she was curious about his size, but it was a sensitive topic, so she didn't dare ask him the night before last.

I didn't expect to get an answer for her so quickly.

She remembered that the average length in Asia was only a little over ten centimeters, so Rong Chengzhou's was really exaggerated...

No wonder she was in so much pain at first.

Last time, the size didn't fit, and he spent the whole night trying to get her to change. This time, the custom-made ones cost two hundred yuan each, measured and made to order. And Rong Chengzhou knows she doesn't have to work tomorrow, so he'll definitely be even more relentless...

The thought of the inhuman torture she was about to endure tonight made Jiang Mingxue unconsciously furrow her brows.

My thoughts raced through my mind, but in reality, only half a minute had passed.

Fearing that Rong Chengzhou would find out she had seen him, Jiang Mingxue didn't dare linger in the entryway. She casually looked away, hung her bag on top of the cabinet, and went into the living room.

Wash your hands thoroughly at the restaurant and sit down at the table to eat.

Before picking up my chopsticks, I picked up the glass on the table and took a few sips of warm water.

It wasn't to wait for Rong Chengzhou to come together, but because she needed to calm her nerves.

Rong Chengzhou also finished washing his hands and came over. He habitually reached for the chair opposite her, but when his hand touched the back of the chair, he remembered something, pushed the chair back, walked around to the other side of the table, and sat down next to her.

Jiang Mingxue was drinking water when a familiar, crisp scent wafted over her, almost choking her.

Rong Chengzhou frowned slightly and gently stroked her back with his palm: "Why are you drinking so fast?"

Jiang Mingxue patted her chest, coughed a few times, and after calming down, she mumbled, "I didn't drink much water this afternoon, I was so thirsty."

Rong Chengzhou didn't say anything, but took out a tissue to wipe the water droplets from the corner of her lips.

In the past, the two of them would sit facing each other. This was the first time they sat on the same side. Aunt Lian quickly pushed the plate in front of them.

As usual, Rong Chengzhou served her soup and vegetables.

Jiang Mingxue, however, had little appetite and put down her chopsticks after only a few bites.

"What's wrong? Did you not like the food today?" Rong Chengzhou asked gently, looking at the half-eaten food on her plate.

Aunt Lian stood anxiously to the side, saying, "Madam, if you don't like it, I'll redo it."

Jiang Mingxue quickly waved her hand: "Aunt Lian, there's no need to redo it. I just didn't have an appetite today."

Rong Chengzhou also put down his chopsticks and turned to look at her: "Eating so little might make you hungry tonight. Are you sure you don't want to eat something else?"

Jiang Mingxue: "......"

This is something Rong Chengzhou often says. He tries every day to coax her to eat a few more bites. It should be a very heartwarming gesture, but because of the package at the door, Jiang Mingxue always feels that there is something fishy about his words.

Her face flushed slightly for some reason, then she shook her head: "I really can't eat anymore."

Rong Chengzhou nodded slightly, said nothing, and got up to take a bowl of lychee ice wine from the refrigerator.

He opened the lid and placed it in front of her: "Do you have an appetite for this?"

He bought it on his way to pick up Jiang Mingxue, knowing that her period was over and she could eat cold food again, so he wanted to give it to her as a dessert.

Jiang Mingxue looked down at the bowl of lychee ice wine, unconsciously swallowed, nodded and whispered, "...Yes."

Rong Chengzhou laughed silently, adding that he wasn't a picky eater.

He first went to the temperature control panel and turned up the living room temperature before handing her the spoon: "The seasons are changing, so you can't eat as much after that."

Jiang Mingxue stuffed a whole lychee into her mouth; the refreshing juice awakened her taste buds, and her appetite returned instantly.

With a lychee in her mouth, she mumbled, "Okay."

Rong Chengzhou was also saying one thing and meaning another.

While scolding her for eating less ice, he would also buy it for her on his own initiative.

If she didn't know that there were a hundred custom-made items waiting for her that night, Rong Chengzhou would indeed be a perfect husband.

Feeling a mix of emotions, Jiang Mingxue ate several lychees and a few spoonfuls of glutinous rice balls to reward herself.

Although I hadn't eaten dinner, the dessert was very filling, and I felt full quickly.

She put down the box and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

Rong Chengzhou nodded: "Okay, go ahead."

He only picked up his chopsticks again after watching Jiang Mingxue enter the bedroom.

He had been watching Jiang Mingxue the whole time, and hadn't eaten much yet.

Jiang Mingxue took her pajamas into the bathroom to shower. The warm water splashed on her body as she pondered what to do tonight.

She couldn't think of a suitable solution and dawdled for a long time while washing, so long that Rong Chengzhou thought she had fainted in the bathroom and came over to knock on the door to ask her, "Aren't you done washing yet?"

The sound brought her back to reality. Thick fog filled the bathroom, and Jiang Mingxue's face turned flushed.

She washed off the soap and replied through the bathroom door, "Oh, almost there."

Hearing her voice, Rong Chengzhou felt relieved and walked away.

Jiang Mingxue came out of the bedroom after taking a shower and happened to bump into Rong Chengzhou carrying a package back to the bedroom.

Jiang Mingxue's heart skipped a beat, but she pretended not to see what he was holding and walked into the study without looking at him.

There hasn't been much work at the clinic lately, and I was planning to take a couple of days off this week, not to spend my evenings studying.

But because of Rong Chengzhou, she found another medical book she hadn't finished reading on the bookshelf and sat down at her desk to continue reading.

But my mind kept wandering uncontrollably, and half an hour passed without me finishing a single page.

Rong Chengzhou had already finished showering and walked into the study wrapped in a bathrobe, asking her, "Are you going to read again this weekend?"

Jiang Mingxue held the book pages in her palm and answered slowly, "Well, I haven't memorized the contents of this book yet."

Rong Chengzhou hummed in agreement, told her not to stay too long, and then left.

Jiang Mingxue glanced at the time; it was only 9:30.

Rong Chengzhou usually goes to bed at 10:30.

If he can't beat him, can't he at least outlast him?

Anyway, I don't have to go to work tomorrow. As long as I can stay awake until Rong Chengzhou falls asleep, everything will be fine.

With this belief, Jiang Mingxue forced herself to read a few more pages, never realizing that reading medical books could be so tedious.

When the clock struck ten, Rong Chengzhou came in again, carrying a plate of sliced ​​fruit, and placed it in front of her.

"Thank you," Jiang Mingxue said, putting down her book.

Rong Chengzhou said calmly, "I didn't eat much tonight. Tell me if you're hungry and I'll make you something."

Jiang Mingxue nodded: "Okay."

An hour later, Rong Chengzhou came in again and draped a blanket over her: "It's already eleven o'clock, aren't you going to sleep?"

These were words she often heard, but today's were different. Every sentence was like a death knell, clinging tightly to her neck, urging her to try out the customized item.

Most of the fruit in the fruit platter had already been eaten. Jiang Mingxue composed herself, turned another page, and pretended to be very diligent.

"I want to watch for a little longer, you go to sleep first."

"Yes, be careful with your eyes."

Rong Chengzhou didn't try to persuade her anymore, closed the door and went back to the master bedroom.

He wasn't idle either; he sat on the sofa reading a military strategy book while waiting for Jiang Mingxue.

Jiang Mingxue finally couldn't stay awake any longer at midnight and got up from her desk.

It's already midnight, Rong Chengzhou should be asleep by now.

Jiang Mingxue covered her mouth and yawned, then turned off the study light and went back to her bedroom.

She quietly opened the bedroom door, poked her head halfway in, and immediately looked at Rong Chengzhou's bed.

Not only was it empty, but even the blankets were perfectly smooth without a single wrinkle.

She rolled her eyes and spotted Rong Chengzhou sitting on the sofa.

Sit upright and dress neatly.

Not only did he not sleep, he was even energetically unpacking packages.

Jiang Mingxue: "......"

She came back too early.

Rong Chengzhou, who was holding scissors, looked over when he heard the door open and asked, "Finished reading?"

Jiang Mingxue had nowhere to hide, so she opened the door and came in: "I've finished reading."

Rong Chengzhou nodded slightly and threw the express box into the trash can.

He calmly walked up to her with a box of condoms and said, "Go to bed early after you've finished reading."

Jiang Mingxue stared at the box in his hand and spoke very quickly: "I can't sleep yet. Cheng Ying just said she needs to talk to me."

Rong Chengzhou frowned: "What do you want to see me so late?"

“Well…” Jiang Mingxue’s mind raced, and she said seriously, “She just broke up with her boyfriend and wants me to keep her company. You can call her and ask her if you don’t believe me.”

Rong Chengzhou stared at her for two seconds, of course he didn't believe it.

But he was too lazy to call her out on it, and simply placed the box on the bedside table: "Where are you going? I'll take you."

Jiang Mingxue was speechless for a moment: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Rong Chengzhou took clothes out of the closet: "I'll wait for you to come with me."

Jiang Mingxue: "......"

Rong Chengzhou had already taken off his shirt in front of her, revealing his lean and well-proportioned abs.

Jiang Mingxue was caught in a dilemma and could only hurriedly send a message to Cheng Ying:

Sisters in trouble, come to their aid immediately!

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Half an hour later, Cheng Ying, exhausted, met Jiang Mingxue at a small tavern.

Cheng Ying was about to go to sleep when Jiang Mingxue woke her up with a phone call, insisting that she had broken up with her boyfriend and that she should go out for drinks with him.

The two sat by the window on the second floor. Cheng Ying yawned repeatedly, her eyes barely open: "I'm telling you, if you're going to make something up, at least come up with a plausible reason. I don't even have a boyfriend, how could I be heartbroken?"

Jiang Mingxue ordered two low-alcohol drinks from the menu, her eyes drooping with sleep as well: "It's okay, Rong Chengzhou doesn't know if you're dating or not."

Cheng Ying laughed: "But he knows you're lying."

Jiang Mingxue looked up: "Why? Is my acting really that bad?"

Cheng Ying: "It's not that your acting is bad, it's that your husband is too shrewd."

Jiang Mingxue glanced at her and said, "Are you implying that I'm stupid?"

"Oh, of course not. You were able to be the student council president and do an internship while in college, and you also managed to get good grades and get into graduate school. You're very smart."

Jiang Mingxue's expression softened somewhat.

Cheng Ying continued, "Isn't it because your husband is three years older than you? Every three years is a big difference, not to mention the dividing line of thirty. Most importantly, your husband is a pilot. With his 5.0 uncorrected vision, how could you possibly hide it from him?"

Jiang Mingxue sighed softly, "You're right."

She had long realized that she was no match for Rong Chengzhou.

"If he doesn't believe me, so be it. Anyway, I can't stay at home." Jiang Mingxue crossed her arms, displaying a "what's the use" attitude.

Cheng Ying raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong? Did you two have a fight? You used to praise each other all the time, why don't you even want to come home now?"

Jiang Mingxue opened her lips, but found it difficult to speak.

She hadn't planned to tell anyone about this, but since Cheng Ying had come to keep her company late at night, she definitely couldn't make excuses to hide it anymore.

We're all adults, there's nothing to be ashamed of.

The tavern was dimly lit. Jiang Mingxue tilted her head back slightly and pulled her shirt collar down a little: "Can you see clearly?"

Cheng Ying, a very straightforward woman, leaned closer and saw the bruises on her neck. Her eyes widened in anger as she asked, "What? He hit you?!"

The volume increased, attracting the attention of people at the tables in front and behind them.

Jiang Mingxue: "......"

He quickly raised his hand to cover her mouth: "No, take another look."

Cheng Ying rolled up her sleeves and looked at her more closely before realizing that the bruises on her body were very small and obviously not from being beaten.

"Oh—" After a quick thought, she realized what was going on, rolled up her sleeves, and said, "Sorry, I was a little sleepy and not very clear-headed, I almost misunderstood."

Cheng Ying: "You ran out of the house in the middle of the night just because of this?"

The waiter had already brought the wine, and Jiang Mingxue accepted it and thanked him.

He countered, "Isn't that reason enough?"

Cheng Ying took a big gulp, then smiled and said, "Not getting a divorce is just a way of showing off our love."

Jiang Mingxue was speechless for a moment: "Why are you showing off your love? This is a very serious issue. Have you forgotten that I am frigid?"

Cheng Ying blinked: "Oh, I remember now."

She rested her chin on her hand in thought: "If that's the case, then there is indeed a big problem between the two of you."

Jiang Mingxue took two sips of "pineapple" through a straw. The thought of having to share a bed with Rong Chengzhou for the rest of her life filled her with despair.

Cheng Ying continued to analyze for her: "Have you thought about divorce?"

Jiang Mingxue shook her head: "No."

Although she blamed Rong Chengzhou for his lack of self-control, she also knew that it wasn't his fault.

It's just that the two of them are incompatible.

There will always be things that need to be worked out when two people are together, but their problems are more difficult to solve, since their physiological structures are hard to change.

“Then you’ll just have to learn to adapt,” Cheng Ying said definitively. “But this might not be a bad thing. You see, you have low libido, and he’s a soldier, so his physical strength must be excellent. Maybe he can even cure your low libido.”

Jiang Mingxue certainly wouldn't tell Cheng Ying the more detailed questions; she only assumed that Cheng Ying didn't want a sex life.

Jiang Mingxue sipped her cocktail, lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, finally sighing resignedly:

"I know what to do."

Cheng Ying asked curiously, "Hmm? What are you planning to do?"

She hasn't said anything yet.

Jiang Mingxue didn't say anything, but ordered five cocktails from the menu.

Cheng Ying stopped her: "What are you doing? I've also been drinking, so I can't drive you home."

"It's alright, you don't need to take me." Jiang Mingxue brushed her hand away and pointed to the black SUV parked by the roadside outside the window, its body gleaming metallic under the streetlights. "Rong Chengzhou is outside."

Although she specifically told him to go home early when she got off the bus, after spending so much time together, she had long since developed a strange trust in him.

Knowing she was out drinking late at night, he definitely wouldn't go home alone.

Cheng Ying let go of her hand and gave her a disdainful look: "You said you weren't showing off your love."

Jiang Mingxue smiled faintly and drank all five cocktails that were served at once.

Alcohol emboldens the timid, and she only dared to go back and face Rong Chengzhou after getting drunk.

Half an hour later, Jiang Mingxue, as expected, passed out drunk on the table. Cheng Ying tried to help her up, but she brushed him away, muttering with her eyes closed:

"I don't want to walk. Let Rong Chengzhou come up and get me."

Cheng Ying rolled her eyes and went downstairs to call Rong Chengzhou.

When Rong Chengzhou went upstairs and saw Jiang Mingxue completely drunk, his brows furrowed and a clear look of anger appeared on his face: "Who made her drink so much?"

Cheng Ying waved her hands repeatedly: "She ordered it herself, the waiter can vouch for me!"

The sommelier quickly chimed in, "Yes, sir, this is what the young lady wants to drink."

Rong Chengzhou pursed his lips, his eyes filled with a hint of anger as he looked at his alcoholic wife.

After a long silence, he finally paid for her drinks, bent down, picked her up, and carried her downstairs.

Jiang Mingxue sat in the passenger seat, not acting out due to drunkenness, but quietly leaning back in her seat and sleeping.

Her cheeks were flushed after drinking, as if she had applied blush.

Fearing she might get dizzy from drinking, I opened the car window a third of the way and drove very slowly.

Rong Chengzhou kept a straight face as he steered the wheel, remaining silent throughout, but his gaze occasionally drifted towards the passenger seat.

There were almost no cars on the road late at night, but a 15-minute journey took half an hour.

The car drove into the underground parking garage. Rong Chengzhou parked the car, opened the passenger door, put his hands under the girl's knees, and carried her on his back.

A cold wind blew from the underground parking lot, and Jiang Mingxue, lying on his back, woke up as she tossed and turned.

Her eyes remained closed as she hugged the man's neck tightly, her voice soft and sweet: "Rong Chengzhou..."

After saying those three words, there was nothing more.

Rong Chengzhou waited for a long time but didn't get any follow-up information from her.

He turned his head and asked her, his voice cold: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Mingxue shook her head, her soft lips brushing lightly against his neck: "I just wanted to call out to you."

The man's eyebrows twitched slightly, his expression softening a bit, but his jawline remained taut, his face cold and stern: "Do you even know you have a husband?"

Jiang Mingxue was not fully conscious and could not sense his anger. She curled her lips on his back and said in a light, drunken tone, "Of course I know. My husband's name is Rong Chengzhou. He is an extremely powerful colonel in the Chinese People's Liberation Army Air Force."

She looked gentle and sweet, and this was the first time she had ever praised him like this.

Rong Chengzhou was initially annoyed that she drank so much alone late at night, but now he felt like he had punched a cotton ball and couldn't get angry.

He slowly exhaled the anger that had been building up in his chest, loosened his grip on her arm, and carried her into the elevator.

Her tone was somewhat cold and hard, tinged with unspoken helplessness: "While others are heartbroken, you get completely drunk. Jiang Mingxue, you're really something."

Jiang Mingxue chuckled: "You don't understand, I drink because I have something to do."

The elevator ascended at a steady pace. Rong Chengzhou turned to her and asked, "What do you need to do?"

Jiang Mingxue shook her head, her tone both soft and stubborn: "I'm not telling you."

Rong Chengzhou sneered, not bothering to argue with the drunkard.

Fortunately, it was a cocktail, so the alcohol content wasn't high.

Rong Chengzhou carried her upstairs, took off her shoes, laid her on the bed, and went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of hangover soup.

I cooled the bowl with cold water, carried it to the bedroom, and, supporting her shoulder with one hand, fed her the drink.

Jiang Mingxue drank half a bowl and then stopped.

Rong Chengzhou had no choice but to put the remaining half bowl on the bedside table and take out a tissue to wipe her lips.

I took the bowl to the kitchen, then went to the bathroom to wet a towel and wiped her face.

Jiang Mingxue's drunkenness subsided a bit. She looked up at him with her rosy cheeks, her eyes glazed over, the whites of her eyes slightly pink from the alcohol.

She stared at him intently, her red lips parted slightly, and she murmured softly, "Rong Chengzhou..."

She called his name again, but said nothing.

Rong Chengzhou responded with a soft "hmm".

Those clear eyes were now veiled in mist, and when she looked at him, her gaze drifted over him casually, carrying a hint of unconscious allure.

Rong Chengzhou stared at her, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly involuntarily.

He stared at her for a few seconds, then restrained himself and looked away, supporting her head and helping her lie flat on the bed.

He coaxed her in a low, stiff voice, "Go to sleep."

Jiang Mingxue obediently lay down.

Rong Chengzhou covered her with the blanket and was about to take a towel back to the bathroom when a hand suddenly reached out from under the blanket and grabbed one of his fingers.

Although Jiang Mingxue doesn't act crazy when drunk, she's still not easy to please.

He had no choice but to turn back and patiently ask her, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Mingxue tugged at his sleeve: "Bend over a little."

Rong Chengzhou did as instructed, bowing slightly.

Under his gaze, Jiang Mingxue raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck.

With a slight pull of her wrist, she tugged him down a little more, bringing the two of them within an inch of each other.

She then tilted her head back and kissed his lips.

The man's expression darkened, and he froze for a moment.

The girl's kiss was clumsy, her breath carrying a strong smell of alcohol, but it wasn't unpleasant; it even had a hint of sweet fruitiness.

In just two seconds, Rong Chengzhou grabbed the back of her head and took the initiative.

A wet towel lay on the spotless floor, and the two kissed passionately, reluctant to part.

The air was filled with the scent of alcohol and the sweet fragrance of her hair, mingled with their heavy breathing.

The aroma of alcohol spread between the lips and teeth, creating a sense of intoxication and confusion that was even stronger than the alcohol itself.

After an unknown amount of time, their lips slowly parted slightly.

As their breaths mingled, Jiang Mingxue looked up at him, slightly out of breath, her red lips brushing against his as she parted.

In the ambiguous atmosphere, emboldened by the alcohol, she looked at him with hazy eyes and softly asked:

"Rong Chengzhou, I'm ready. Are you coming?"