Chapter 108: Sticky and Sweet

Jiang Wanwan's heartbeat did not belong to her own. The more reckless Shen Xingjiang's movements became, the faster her heartbeat became.

She grabbed Chen Xingjiang's clothes impatiently, trying to resist but also accepting his advances without any instruction. Chen Xingjiang held her hands and pressed her on the table. He leaned over and bit open her buttons with his teeth. His sharp teeth pressed against her. The moment Jiang Wanwan felt her clothes being bitten open, her breath got stuck in her throat. She had the illusion that he was ripping her open.

Nervous, burning with anger, her breathing quickened, and what was stuck in her throat was not just her breath, but also the sounds she made subconsciously as her scalp numbed.

Shen Xingjiang gently pushed aside her clothes and looked up at her. This glance took in the boundless spring scenery.

"Wan Wan..."

Jiang Wanwan closed her eyes, a thin layer of sweat overflowing from her skin, like the first cold beads hanging on the petals of the crabapple flower in the early morning, the color became more delicate, and the petals became more gorgeous.

She made a soft "hmm" sound through her nose, like the sound of malt syrup dripping, sticky and sweet enough to make your teeth fall out.

Shen Xingjiang looked at her, and his movements became heavier.

He only unbuttoned the front of his pants a little, and after taking possession of her, he leaned over and gently pecked at the sweat beads on her face. He really treated this girl from the city as a crabapple flower, afraid that he would crush her if he used too much force.

By the window, the evening breeze, the slightly cool table was warmed by her body temperature. Jiang Wanwan kept her eyes closed. She was nervous, scared, and excited.

The table creaked and she bit her lip, her face redder than Haitang's.

A satisfying ending.

Shen Xingjiang boiled water, held her and washed her briefly on the kitchen stool. After they were all cleaned up and changed into new pajamas, he hugged Jiang Wanwan on the bed, covered her with a quilt, hugged her, and entangled her.

Jiang Wanwan has little experience in this matter and is young, so she gets shy when there are too many tricks.

She didn't dare recall what had just happened and tried not to look into his eyes.

"You came back so early today."

Chen Xingjiang lovingly placed her fingertips, which were as delicate as flower buds, to his lips, and could not kiss them enough: "Well, I want to come back and talk to you."

Chatting about nothing is not Shen Xingjiang's style.

Jiang Wanwan's fingertips shrank: "What did you say?"

"Qin Xiao also likes Cheng Hanzhang and confessed to him, saying something very explicit. It frightened Captain Cheng so much that he became uneasy and coughed for the whole afternoon."

Shen Xingjiang played with her fingers as if they were treasures, and was absent-minded when chatting about gossip.

Jiang Wanwan burst out laughing. Qin Xiao really brought out that same excuse.

It’s a pity that I can’t see Captain Cheng’s reaction with my own eyes.

"Captain Cheng is so lucky."

Shen Xingjiang didn’t continue talking about other people’s business: “Can you really make 500 chickens in two months?”

Jiang Wanwan was very confident: "Of course!"

…

The busy days passed quickly. Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. The first spring rain came very early, drizzling. The raindrops were bigger than millet grains, crackling down. The mountain rain was hazy, and the wind was windy. Many people fell down because of the rain.

For example, after a miscarriage, Jiang Lian originally wanted to cause trouble for Jiang Wanwan, but the spotting from below had not subsided, so she had been recuperating since the beating.

But Cheng Shiguan was nowhere to be seen. She knew that... when Cheng Shiguan came to Inner Mongolia, he brought a secretary who looked very similar to Jiang Wanwan. He had just arrived here and was too busy with work to pursue Jiang Wanwan, so he used the secretary to entertain himself.

This was not just a guess. She once saw Cheng Shiguan pressing the young secretary in the car... The young secretary's legs were propped up on the steering wheel, with her pants hanging down, looking very sexy.

She tried not to ask for too much love. No matter how hard the woman climbed, she could never get into Cheng Shi's heart.

It's just a fake.

What was really stuck in Jiang Lian’s throat like a fishbone… was Jiang Wanwan.

In addition to Jiang Lian, Zhao Fengnian in the chicken coop also fell ill.

The roof of Zhao Da Jiao's house was leaking and it was raining, so they called him over early in the morning and asked him to cover the leak with oilcloth and press down the four corners with bricks. He was left in the rain for more than an hour and came out without even a pair of clean clothes.

Zhao Da Jiao even disliked that he was dirty and refused to let him enter the house.

Zhao Fengnian had no choice but to walk back to the farm in wet clothes and on an empty stomach.

After I got back, I probably caught a cold and my stomach kept aching.

The pain made him break out in cold sweat and roll around on the kang.

It’s cold on rainy days.

Jiang Wanwan was concerned about the eggs on the farm, so she came to the farm early in the morning with an umbrella, covered the chicken racks with straw, and lit the kang with Uncle Zhu. Then they turned over all 600 eggs to ensure that they were heated evenly.

Uncle Zhu’s hearing is not very good, so he doesn’t know how people outside spread the news about Jiang Wanwan.

In his eyes, the prettier the little girl is, the more hardship she can endure.

Jiang Wanwan covered the incubator with the blanket and asked Uncle Zhu loudly, "Where's Zhao Fengnian?"

I haven't seen anyone all morning.

Uncle Zhu pointed outside and motioned for him to go check it out. He came back soon and said, "I'm sick. I have a stomachache."

Jiang Wanwan frowned and looked at Zhao Fengnian. She found that there was no color on his face and he curled up like a shrimp. "Do you have a stomachache?"

Zhao Fengnian nodded: "Yes."

It's not right that it hurts this much.

Jiang Wanwan went to the warehouse to push the cart over, and together with Uncle Zhu, helped him onto the cart and sent him to the farm hospital.

The farm hospital was not big, and several barefoot doctors hurriedly examined the patient. The older one shook his head.

"We can't treat this disease. I think there is something wrong with the stomach. Please find a way to send the patient to the county hospital."

Jiang Wanwan and Uncle Zhu were in a dilemma: "There is only a train here, and it only runs a few times a day. There is no car to take him to the hospital right now."

Zhao Fengnian was a quiet man. He gritted his teeth and endured his illness. Just before he was about to faint from the pain, he heard Jiang Wanwan say.

"I'll go to the communications room and call to see if there are any military vehicles that can come over. Four wheels can run fast."

After a while, Shen Xingjiang drove over in a half-new military vehicle and took Zhao Fengnian to the county hospital.

Arriving at the city hospital, Zhao Fengnian was pushed into the emergency room.

After a while, the doctor came out and said, "It's appendicitis. It requires surgery. You pay the fee."

Jiang Wanwan paid the medical expenses for him.

The operation was successful.

When Director Xu learned about this, he found two skillful young men to take care of Zhao Fengnian. Zhao Fengnian stayed in the hospital for a week before he recovered.

After being discharged from the hospital, Zhao Fengnian recuperated on the farm. He was always worried about the surgery money he owed Jiang Wanwan. When he was able to walk, he went to the communications room to call his aunt Zhao Dajiao.

"Aunt, I had surgery, can you lend me a few dollars?"

Zhao Da Jiao thought that Zhao Fengnian would bring some useful information, but who knew that this poor guy actually came to borrow money.

She immediately sprayed over: "Borrow money? Do you think I look like money?"

"Money, money, money! You are not worthy of asking me for money!"

Zhao Da Jiao cursed but still felt unsatisfied. She pinched her waist and cursed into the phone: "Don't you know who you are? Are you my son? Why should I lend you money?"

"Have you forgotten your current job? I found it for you."

Zhao Fengnian was silent for a moment. He covered the wound with his hands and said, "My family paid for this workstation from you. It wasn't in vain... Aunt, please help me..."