Chapter 120 You Have to Try It with Your Man

But Zhou Xiaoai still felt a little embarrassed, so she waved her hand and dismissed them: "Alright, alright, you can leave! I don't want this, and don't bring it out again!"

Le Yunyun was rebuffed and slunk away with Jiang Wanqiu.

Just as I reached the door, I ran into the wife of Commander Zhang from next door, who was coming over for a visit.

"Sister-in-law Zhou, I..."

Before Zhang's wife could finish speaking, she saw the tense atmosphere in the room and Le Yunyun's unpleasant expression, so she swallowed the rest of her words.

She was standing at the door when she actually heard the last few words of Jiang Wanqiu.

After Jiang Wanqiu and Le Yunyun left, Zhang's wife rolled her eyes, quickly took a few steps to catch up, and quietly grabbed Le Yunyun's arm at the corner of the corridor.

Le Yunyun was feeling dejected when she was startled.

Zhang's daughter-in-law blushed deeply, her lips trembling for a long time before she whispered in her ear:

"Yunyun... um... my husband Zhang has been nagging me lately, saying I've lost all my femininity after having the baby..."

As she spoke, she glanced shyly and longingly at Le Yunyun's handbag: "That thing you mentioned earlier... that 'marriage management' thing... how much does it cost?"

Just when you think you've reached the end of the road, a new path opens up before you.

Upon hearing this, Le Yunyun almost cheered out loud!

She instantly perked up and cleared her throat.

She mimicked the mannerisms of a department store saleswoman, deliberately pausing to think before slowly speaking: "Aunt Zhang, this is top-quality Suzhou and Hangzhou silk, and it's a very fashionable style. It's normally priced at twenty-five, but since you're our first customer, we'll give you a special opening price of twenty yuan!"

"Twenty?!" Zhang Qiaoyun frowned slightly.

This is not a cheap number.

But when she thought about how her husband had been coming home later and later lately, and how impatient he was with her sallow face, and then about the beautiful female soldiers under his command... Zhang Qiaoyun gritted her teeth, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, opened it layer by layer, counted out two "10,000 yuan" bills, and handed them over.

"Okay! Your sister-in-law believes you!"

With the money and goods exchanged, Zhang Qiaoyun tucked the paper bag containing the nightgown into her bosom, looked around like a thief, and asked, "Yunyun, is... is this the only dress you have?"

This question clearly indicates that the speaker still had more to say.

Jiang Wanqiu saw through her thoughts and stepped forward.

She smiled gently at Zhang Qiaoyun, opened her handbag slightly to reveal several delicate little bottles and some unidentifiable trinkets inside.

"Sister-in-law, here are some more. These are essential oils that can arouse men, and some... little toys to enhance the experience."

Jiang Wanqiu's voice was gentle and soft, but her words made the blush that had just faded on Zhang Qiaoyun's face burn up again.

Aromatherapy oils... small toys...

These words had a greater impact on her than the nightgown she had just worn!

Zhang Qiaoyun stared intently, but her heart was pounding.

She hesitated for a long time, then turned to look at Le Yunyun and asked the most practical question: "Yunyun, let me ask you the truth, this thing... have you tried it? What's it like? What's the man's reaction like?"

"I..." Le Yunyun was stumped by the question. She was a virgin who had never even held a man's hand properly. Where would she go to test this out? She stammered for a long time, her face turning red, "I...I don't have a boyfriend yet."

Jiang Wanqiu was also taken aback. She had only thought about how this product could open up the market, but she forgot about the most important aspect—product experience.

Seeing their expressions, Zhang Qiaoyun's newly kindled anger quickly died down.

She shook her head in disappointment and pushed the small bottles back.

“I’m telling you, Yunyun, it’s not that I’m criticizing you. This stuff is valuable and doesn’t sell for cheap. You haven’t even tried it yourselves, yet you dare to sell it to others? That’s a bit unethical.”

She sighed and hugged the nightgown in her arms even tighter: "Never mind, I don't want to waste money, I'll just try this dress on first."

After saying that, she waved to the two of them and quickly went upstairs without looking back.

Only Jiang Wanqiu and Le Yunyun remained in the hallway.

"Sister Wanqiu, did you hear that?" Le Yunyun plopped down on the steps and said thoughtfully, "Sister Zhang is right. If we don't even have confidence ourselves, what we say will be empty words. How can we convince others?"

As she spoke, she suddenly raised her head, her bright eyes staring straight at Jiang Wanqiu.

He discovered that Jiang Wanqiu was also watching him, clearly waiting for him to offer some insightful opinion.

"Don't look at me like that," Le Yunyun immediately waved her hand to distance herself from the situation, "Where am I supposed to find a man to test this on? If anyone's going to test this, it has to be you!"

"Me?" Jiang Wanqiu pointed to herself.

Le Yunyun leaned closer, her smile mischievous: "Your Commander Zhao, I think he's a good prospect. A delicate beauty like you, how could he not be tempted to play romantic games with you in the bedroom? You're the perfect candidate for this!"

Upon hearing her words, Jiang Wanqiu couldn't help but picture Zhao Wenchang's handsome face in her mind.

The man, who exercised regularly, had a tall and straight figure and eyes as deep as the starry sky. Every time he looked at her, he exuded an undisguised aggression, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

He... is indeed a promising talent.

Some of them were even a bit too...bold.

Jiang Wanqiu thought that even without these things, that man was... pretty fierce.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanqiu's face burned even hotter.

However, what Le Yunyun said makes sense. How can you brag to others about something you haven't even used yourself?

Jiang Wanqiu stretched out her slender fingers and gently touched her smooth chin. A thoughtful glint flashed in her watery almond-shaped eyes.

When Zhang Qiaoyun entered Zhou's house, she saw Zhou Xiaoai sitting on the sofa with a gloomy expression.

When the other person saw the bulging paper bag in Zhang Qiaoyun's hand, their eyes immediately showed a hint of disdain.

"Oh, you bought some? Zhang Qiaoyun, I'm telling you, you're not a kid anymore, why are you getting involved with those two little girls? Aren't you ashamed!"

"Shameful?" Zhang Qiaoyun hid the bag behind her back, but a smile remained on her face. She sat down next to her. "Sister-in-law, you don't understand, do you? There isn't a single honest man in this world. If we women don't find ways to hold on tight, how can we expect to succeed?"

Zhang Qiaoyun said, "Especially for us men, we are all prominent figures, managing so many people under our command. Aren't we surrounded by plenty of women? We need to be aware of the risks!"

"Nonsense!" Zhou Xiaoai retorted defiantly, but her eyes involuntarily darted away.

Zhang Qiaoyun saw this, smiled, and didn't say anything more. She chatted with the woman about everyday things, then took her "trophies" home.

Night was falling.

Zhou Xiaoai sat at the dining table, watching the dishes gradually grow cold, and the clock on the wall pointed to nine o'clock.

The mother-in-law came out from the inner room and sighed, "Xiao Ai, don't wait anymore. He probably won't be back today. You eat first."

"Mom, I'm not hungry yet." Zhou Xiaoai put down her chopsticks, feeling increasingly irritated.

For some time now, Lao Zheng has been away from home every night. What's going on?

She frowned and stood up: "I'll go out and look for him!"

Zhou Xiaoai found her husband's bodyguard, Xiao Li. Xiao Li looked embarrassed, but still told her that the political commissar was busy in the auditorium.

As she walked to the entrance of the auditorium, before she even went inside, she heard bursts of clear laughter coming from within, interspersed with her husband's booming voice.

She pushed open the door a crack and peeked inside. A nameless anger suddenly welled up inside her!

The stage was brightly lit, and her husband, Lao Zheng, was sitting in a chair surrounded by several female members of the performing arts troupe.

The girls were all young and beautiful with alluring figures. Some were massaging his shoulders, some were holding water cups to his lips, and one of them, the boldest, was playfully trying to snatch the military cap from his head!

Her husband, Political Commissar Zheng, who was usually stern and unsmiling at home, was not annoyed at all. Instead, he laughed along with them and let them fool around!

Zhou Xiaoai was trembling with anger, but decades of upbringing allowed her to walk in with dignity, even wearing a proper smile.

"Old Zheng, it's so late, why aren't you home yet?"

When the girls around her saw her arrive, they all stopped what they were doing, scattered instantly, and tactfully retreated to the side.

When Political Commissar Zheng saw her, his smile faded a bit: "What brings you here? The New Year's performance is coming up soon, so I'm here to supervise the rehearsals and take a look at the auditorium's decorations."

“No matter how busy you are, you have to take care of your health.” Zhou Xiaoai said, walking to his side and naturally and affectionately taking his arm, as if to assert her ownership.

Unexpectedly, the man reacted as if he had been burned, awkwardly pulling his arm out of her crook.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he said in a low voice, with a hint of impatience. "We're an old married couple, what kind of behavior is this, bickering like this in public! There are lots of young people here, they'll laugh at us if they see this."

Zhou Xiaoai's hand froze in mid-air, and her heart sank.

A joke? It's not a joke that he lets those young girls cling to him and play around with him?

On the way home, the two remained silent.

Lying in bed at night, Zhou Xiaoai tossed and turned, her mind filled with the scene in the auditorium.

Other women can cling to him so affectionately, so why can't his lawfully wedded wife even hold his arm?

In the darkness, listening to her husband's steady breathing, a surge of grievance and resentment welled up in her heart.

She mustered her courage and, just like when she was young, took the initiative to turn over and press herself against him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

The man was startled awake and opened his eyes in the darkness.

"what?"

"Old Zheng..." Zhou Xiaoai's voice trembled with a hint of pleading.

However, what she received in return was a man's merciless rejection.

He removed her hand, turned over, and faced away from her, his voice full of exhaustion and impatience.

"Stop fooling around. You're not young anymore, so go to sleep."