Chapter 119 Things to Enhance Marital Relationships

Chief Le was still angry and complained to his wife, "I should have known better than to leave her to study abroad. Look at this, when we talk, that brat can retort with ten sentences."

Le's mother, however, was quite open-minded: "Oh dear, old Le, young people are all the same, each generation has its own way of thinking. Have you forgotten how you used to pursue me, you were really..."

Upon hearing the other party mention the foolish things he had done in his youth, Chief Le cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "Ahem, let's not talk about the past anymore. I don't care about Le Yunyun anymore; I want to see what kind of name she can make."

The brother and sister walked out of the compound one after the other. Le Yunyun walked very fast, her thick-soled high boots making a "clattering" sound on the cement ground.

Le Bai followed closely behind.

Le Yunyun suddenly stopped and turned around abruptly, startling Le Bai.

She squinted, scrutinizing her younger brother from head to toe like she was interrogating a criminal: "Why are you following me around like a little shadow?"

"No, I just wanted to travel a bit with you." Le Bai looked away.

Le Yunyun curled her lips in disdain and said, "Alright, stop following me. I'm not angry today, you don't need to comfort me." After she finished speaking, she paused, and then suddenly said, "But you better tell me honestly, have you taken a fancy to any of the girls in the compound?"

Le Bai's face flushed red instantly, her eyes darting around, and she waved her hands repeatedly: "No, sis, don't talk nonsense!"

"Still being stubborn?" Le Yunyun reached out and pinched his ear. "I've watched you grow up since you were a child. I can tell whether you're going to poop or fart just by sticking your butt out! You think you can fool Mom and Dad with those eyes? Tell me, which family are you from? I'll give you some advice and I guarantee I'll help you get together!"

"Ouch, sis, let go!" Le Bai winced in pain, finally managing to break free. He rubbed his reddened ear, his voice lowering, "Really... I just feel that now is not the right time. We'll talk about it later... later."

He quickly changed the subject: "Hey sis, where are you headed in such a hurry?"

"Go find your sister Jiang." Le Yunyun tidied her wind-blown hair and answered casually.

Upon hearing this, Le Bai's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly: "Looking for Sister Jiang? Jiang Wanqiu? What are you going to do?"

Le Yunyun glanced at him and said irritably, "Why are you asking so many questions, you little brat! Mind your own business!" With that, she waved her hand and walked towards Zhao Wenchang's house without looking back.

When she arrived, Jiang Wanqiu had just finished washing up and was about to have breakfast.

The woman wore a simple casual cotton shirt, her long hair loosely tied back, with a few strands falling beside her cheeks, making her face appear even more fair and beautiful. Her eyes, as they moved, carried a languid and alluring charm, as if she had just woken up.

"Yunyun, why are you up so early?" Jiang Wanqiu's eyes lit up when she saw her, and she quickly greeted her, "Have you eaten? There's still porridge and cornbread in the pot."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wenchang, who was engrossed in eating at the dinner table, looked up.

His deep eyes swept over Le Yunyun, and he said, "Our family has limited food supplies, and we don't have any extra to give to outsiders."

Le Yunyun rolled her eyes at him, crossed her arms, and retorted, "Tch, who cares? I wouldn't even want to eat your family's meager meals."

Zhao Wenchang ignored her, finished his meal in a few bites, wiped his mouth, and stood up to leave.

He walked up to Jiang Wanqiu and, in front of Le Yunyun, stretched out his long arm, naturally wanting to pull her slender waist into his arms and lower his head to kiss her luscious red lips.

Jiang Wanqiu's cheeks flushed at his bold move, especially under Le Yunyun's watchful gaze. She felt both shy and embarrassed, and quickly put her two small hands on his firm chest, lowering her voice to scold him, "What are you doing... Yunyun is still here!"

Instead of letting go, Zhao Wenchang deliberately tightened his arms, pressing her soft body even closer to him.

He glanced meaningfully at Le Yunyun, who was watching the commotion, then lowered his head, leaned close to Jiang Wanqiu's small ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, yet was full of warmth, "Then... I'll kiss you properly when I get back tonight."

After saying that, he gave the woman a light pinch on the waist before turning around and walking away with satisfaction.

As soon as Zhao Wenchang left, Le Yunyun cleared her throat and sat down next to Jiang Wanqiu: "Alright, your husband is finally gone, let's talk business."

She didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "Wanqiu, I've thought about the collaboration. I'll be in charge of building relationships and sales channels, and I'll take 30% of the profits from every sale. What do you think?"

30%.

Jiang Wanqiu made a mental calculation.

In this day and age, a 30% commission for sales is considered quite high, and most suppliers would never agree to it.

But she's different. The things in her space cost her absolutely nothing.

Thinking of this, she raised her head, met Le Yunyun's probing gaze, a faint smile appeared on her lips, and said decisively, "Okay, 30% or 30%."

Seeing that she agreed so readily without even haggling over the price, Le Yunyun was taken aback for a moment, then her eyes lit up with admiration: "Great! Wanqiu, don't worry, I definitely won't let you down! Just wait to count your money at home!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanqiu couldn't help but laugh and said, "Yunyun, since you want to sell it, who in our military compound would buy this kind of thing?"

"Don't worry about that!" Le Yunyun proudly raised her chin and mysteriously pulled out a neatly folded notebook from her military green satchel.

She slammed the notebook on the table, spread it out, and pointed to the names written crookedly in pen: "See these? These are all the 'potential clients' I've already planned out!"

Jiang Wanqiu leaned closer, and Le Yunyun introduced them: "This is Mrs. Zhou, the wife of the political commissar of the military region; this is the wife of Regiment Commander Zhang of the logistics department; this is Bai Weiwei's mother from the cultural troupe..."

The list of names all belonged to the wives of prominent military officers in the region.

Le Yunyun said, "If we're going to do this, we should go for the highest-end! This stuff is expensive. If we sell it to ordinary family members, not only can they not afford it, but if word gets out, the risk is too great, and the profit is too small. But these officials' wives are different. They don't lack money, and they care about their image. If one of them uses it, the others will definitely be envious!"

This idea coincides with what Zhao Wenchang said last night.

Le Yunyun pointed to the top name on the list: "Our first target is her, Sister Zhou! Zhou Xiaoai. She's the trendsetter among the ladies in this compound. What she wears and uses is something everyone follows. She's beautiful and particular about her appearance. If we can win her over, half of our business will be done!"

Even so, Le Yunyun frowned again: "However... this Aunt Zhou is usually difficult to deal with. She has to keep a straight face even when you're joking around. I'm afraid this matter will be difficult to handle."

In the afternoon, Le Yunyun, along with Jiang Wanqiu, carrying a box of exquisite Western-style pastries she had found at home, knocked on the door of the military region's political commissar's house.

The woman who opened the door was Zhou Sao, a woman in her early forties with a slightly plump figure.

When she saw Le Yunyun, a kind of elder's affection for a younger person appeared on her face: "It's Yunyun, come in and sit down. Oh, and who is this?"

Her gaze fell on Jiang Wanqiu, and she paused for a moment.

She is quite pretty.

"Aunt Zhou, this is my good friend, Jiang Wanqiu," Le Yunyun introduced warmly, handing over the pastries in her hand. "We heard you like sweets, so we brought you some specially."

Upon entering the house, the three took their seats as host and guest. Zhou's house was spotless, and an embroidered sign reading "Frugality in Managing a Household" hung on the wall.

As expected of someone who has seen the world, Yue Yunyun chatted with Aunt Zhou about everything from everyday family matters to the customs and culture of foreign countries in just a few words.

She talked about the trendy things she saw abroad, which Zhou Sao listened to with great interest, her eyes full of curiosity.

Seeing that the time was right, Le Yunyun changed the subject, leaned closer, and said to Zhou Xiaoai, "Sister-in-law Zhou, actually, the reason why foreign women look young is not only because they know how to dress up, but also because they know how to capture a man's heart and have the nourishment of love. They often say, 'The fun in married life is the preservative of marriage.'"

Upon hearing this, the curious smile on Aunt Zhou's face slowly faded. She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and her eyes turned serious as she stared at Le Yunyun without saying a word.

Le Yunyun, however, was unaware of the danger. Feeling that the time was right, she took out her prepared "trump card" from her handbag—a wine-red silk nightgown.

The material was as smooth as water, and it shimmered with a sophisticated luster in the afternoon sunlight.

Le Yunyun spread it out in front of Zhou Xiaoai. The thin straps and the lace embellishments on the chest exuded a bold and seductive charm.

"Aunt Zhou, look, this is it..."

"Smack!"

With a loud bang, Aunt Zhou slammed her hand on the table, causing the water in the teacup to splash out.

She stood up abruptly, her face ashen, and shouted sternly, "Le Yunyun! You're so young and you're already learning bad habits! You came back from abroad and brought back all this evil influence! You...you actually dared to sell such immoral things in the military compound! Have you no shame?!"

Her chest heaved with anger: "If your dad finds out, he'll break your legs! Our military family compound won't tolerate this kind of scum!"

Le Yunyun had never seen anything like this before and was completely stunned. She hadn't expected that women in China would be so averse to this kind of thing. Her pretty face turned bright red, and she opened her mouth, unable to utter a single word.

Seeing that the situation was about to reach a stalemate, Jiang Wanqiu immediately stood up, walked to the table, and gently gathered and folded the silky nightgown with her slender hand.

Finally, she said to the woman who was overreacting, "Sister-in-law Zhou, you think it's immoral, but in my opinion, it's a woman's wisdom in pleasing herself and maintaining her relationship with her husband."

Aunt Zhou was taken aback and was about to retort.

Jiang Wanqiu spoke first, continuing, "Think about it, after a long day of working hard for the country, when the political commissar comes home, would he rather face a haggard, sallow-faced woman who's always around the stove and smells of cooking oil, or a wife who still knows how to enjoy life and is full of charm?"

This question stumped Zhou Xiaoai.

Jiang Wanqiu put the nightgown back into Le Yunyun's bag: "This is something to wear underneath, a secret between husband and wife behind closed doors. Who outsiders would know? Sister Zhou, this isn't about being immoral, it's about managing a marriage."

"Managing a marriage"... This term is fresh, yet it contains a profound truth.

Speechless after hearing Jiang Wanqiu's words, Zhou Sao's anger deflated like a punctured balloon.

She tried to maintain her composure, muttering, "Nonsense..." But her eyes clearly wavered, glancing at Le Yunyun's handbag from time to time.

Because her husband really is...