Chapter 153 Come touch my muscles, touch here and this

He watched his wife shower their son with praise and affection, and a strange pang of jealousy welled up inside him.

What's going on? How can someone praise those muscles?

The night was warm and cozy.

Jiang Wanqiu turned off the light and had just lain down to sleep when the man beside her suddenly stirred.

In the darkness, only the rustling sound of clothes being undressed could be heard. Immediately afterwards, a hot body pressed against her.

Zhao Wenchang cleared his throat and, mimicking his son's earlier actions, tensed his arms, making his muscles bulge like small pebbles.

"Wife, look at mine." His voice held a hint of expectation.

Jiang Wanqiu paused for a moment in the darkness, then realized what was happening and couldn't help but chuckle. She turned over to face him, and in the faint moonlight streaming in from the window, she could see a blurry outline of him.

"Why are you comparing yourself to your son? You're a grown man, still so vain."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenchang was somewhat displeased.

"I call this vain?" he retorted defiantly. "I call this real talent! Feel it if you don't believe me!"

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his long arm and grabbed Jiang Wanqiu's hand, pressing it against his hard chest without saying a word.

Through a thin layer of skin, the scalding temperature and the solid, iron-like touch instantly reached her, accompanied by a steady and powerful heartbeat, "thump, thump, thump," each beat seeming to strike directly at Jiang Wanqiu's heart.

Her face flushed bright red instantly, her heart pounded in her chest, and she tried to pull her hand back: "You...you're being a pervert!"

"How can touching between husband and wife be considered indecent?" Zhao Wenchang not only didn't let go, but leaned down, "Feel it properly."

Before Jiang Wanqiu could resist, the man had already grabbed her hand and begun his "demonstration".

His large, rough palms enveloped her small hands, burning like fire as they moved downwards.

“These are pectoral muscles.” He guided her hand, circling it over the two firm muscles.

“These are abs.” His hand continued downwards, slowly gliding over her well-defined abdomen, the undulation of each muscle clearly conveyed through her palm.

“And here, your arm.” He took her hand again, letting her feel his strong, steel-like arms.

Jiang Wanqiu unconsciously swallowed, feeling her mouth dry and her heart pounding as if it would jump out of her throat.

The man's body was like a scorching hot furnace, and she was like a piece of candy about to melt.

Zhao Wenchang noticed her change, and his eyes darkened in the darkness.

His movements became bolder, his other hand restlessly slipping under the hem of her nightgown, his rough fingertips gently caressing her smooth, delicate skin at the waist, igniting a prairie fire.

"Zhao Wenchang..." Jiang Wanqiu's voice trembled with a pleading tone.

This man was so alluring; his overwhelming hormonal aura made it hard for her to breathe.

No, I can't let beauty cloud my judgment! She silently encouraged herself.

But her struggles were utterly insignificant in the face of the man's absolute strength and burning passion.

She felt dizzy and disoriented before the man flipped her over and pinned her down.

"Wife," his deep voice sounded above her head, tinged with a triumphant smile, "I wonder if my muscles can earn me a compliment?"

Jiang Wanqiu felt both ashamed and angry. This man was really getting better and better at taking advantage of people.

She deliberately cleared her throat, trying to suppress the heat he had aroused, and deliberately made things difficult for him with her words.

"Hmm... so-so, not bad," she commented, trying to sound calm.

The person above his head clearly paused in breathing.

"So-so?" Zhao Wenchang's voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction, and he pressed down on her harder. "Is this just so-so?"

He grew up in a military compound and later joined the army. He always strives to be the best, and his whole being exudes an indomitable spirit.

He gets jealous if Ping An praises his son even a couple of times, so he's naturally unhappy with his wife's "so-so" evaluation.

"Then tell me, how can I avoid being careless?" he pressed, his tone slow and deliberate. "I have one advantage: I always strive to be the best in everything I do."

Jiang Wanqiu was amused by his seriousness: "Just having a lot of strength isn't enough," she said slowly, her words carrying a hook, "You have to use it in the right place to have real skills."

Zhao Wenchang remained silent for a moment, then a low laugh came from the darkness.

“Then, wife, teach me,” he asked in a hoarse voice, “where should I use all these muscles?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his waist, and his solid, iron-like abdominal muscles pressed tightly against hers. Their waists were pressed together, making it difficult for Jiang Wanqiu to breathe.

"You...you get off me!" She blushed with embarrassment and reached out to push him away, but found that her strength was like a kitten scratching an itch in front of him, and she couldn't budge him at all.

With a sudden exertion of force from the man's arm, she let out a short gasp, her whole body spinning around. When she came to her senses, he had easily turned her around, and she was now lying on his firm chest.

Now, she was pressed against him. What the man was about to do next was obvious.

Jiang Wanqiu felt a buzzing in her ears.

She finally understood: this man was both petty and stubborn, and he would absolutely not give up until he heard a satisfactory answer from her tonight.

That night, Jiang Wanqiu lost consciousness amidst the intense heat and dizziness.

She had a long and chaotic dream in her hazy state.

In her dream, she returned to her previous life.

The dimly lit private room was filled with smoke and the stench of alcohol. Wang Jianguo held her arm tightly, a numb smile plastered on her face, as she toasted the bloated men, one glass after another.

The faces of those people were blurred in the smoke, but their words as they ate and drank were clearly audible.

"Hey, Lao Li, have you seen the news these past few days?" a gruff voice rang out. "That Commander Zhao, tsk tsk, it's such a pity he died so young!"

"What a pity!" another drunken voice immediately retorted, "But if you ask me, it was that Liu Baoguo who killed him! That bastard was no good; he was useless in battle, but he was a master at stabbing people in the back!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down, you can't talk about this like this..."

Jiang Wanqiu listened numbly, continuing to smile obsequiously, offer toasts, and chug down the spicy liquor one cup after another, as if those words had nothing to do with her.

Liu Baoguo...

Liu Baoguo!

Jiang Wanqiu suddenly opened her eyes, panting heavily, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

She remembered! She finally remembered!

In his past life, Zhao Wenchang got into trouble, and the culprit was that guy named Liu Baoguo!

Zhao Wenchang, who was beside her, woke up almost the instant she was startled awake. He stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his arms, stroking her back with his large hand.

"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Jiang Wanqiu turned to the man and said, "Zhao Wenchang, you must be very careful about one person on your mission this time! It's that guy named Liu Baoguo!"

Zhao Wenchang frowned upon hearing this. He propped himself up and looked at his wife's still-shaken face in the dim light from the window.

"Liu Baoguo?" he asked, somewhat puzzled. "He wasn't on the list for this operation. Why are you suddenly bringing him up?"

"I...I had a dream!" Jiang Wanqiu made up an excuse. "I dreamt that he harmed you! Zhao Wenchang, believe me, my dreams are always very accurate! You must be wary of him, you absolutely must be wary of him!"

Zhao Wenchang frowned as he looked at Jiang Wanqiu's pale face.

Although he didn't believe in dreams, he trusted his wife.

"Okay, I understand." He brushed her sweaty hair aside and replied in a deep voice, "Don't be afraid, I'll be careful."

As dawn broke, Zhao Wenchang got up. Outside, it was still a hazy gray. The lights were off inside; only the rustling sound of him getting dressed could be heard. Jiang Wanqiu lay on her pillow, squinting as she watched his tall, straight back outline a solid silhouette in the dim morning light.

He slowly put on his crisp military uniform, fastened the brass buttons, and tightened his belt. In an instant, he transformed from the lustful man of the previous night back into the decisive and ruthless Battalion Commander Zhao.

Before leaving, he bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“I’m leaving. Be good at home.” His voice was very low. “I’ve remembered what happened with Liu Baoguo.”

Jiang Wanqiu hummed softly, her voice thick with nasal congestion and a hint of drowsy laziness. The man said nothing more, ruffled her hair, turned, and strode out the door silently.

The door closed gently, and the room returned to silence. Jiang Wanqiu, however, was wide awake, her eyes wide open, her mind racing with thoughts of Liu Baoguo.

Not long after, there was a rapid knocking on the door.

"Sister-in-law Wanqiu, are you home?" A clear female voice came from outside the door.

Jiang Wanqiu quickly got up, slipped on her shoes, and went to open the door. Standing at the door was Xiao Zhang, the family member's resident assistant.

When Xiao Zhang saw her, he quickly said, "The hospital just called and said your brother-in-law has been sent to the military hospital! They were afraid you wouldn't know, so they asked me to come and let you know."

Jiang Wanqiu nodded: "I understand, Xiao Zhang, thanks. I'll change my clothes and go take a look."

Inside the military hospital, Qian Xiaoxia's voice boomed: "What's wrong with this hospital? My son is injured like this, and you're still putting him in this shabby eight-person ward? Hurry up and get me a single room! The biggest one! Let me tell you, his brother-in-law is Zhao Wenchang, a high-ranking official! How dare you neglect him?"

The young nurse in front of Qian Xiaoxia blushed and paled as she was scolded, clearly having only recently started working and unsure how to handle such a situation.

The surrounding patients and their families all craned their necks, pointing and whispering at the woman with expressions of disgust on their faces.

"Comrade, the hospital has its own regulations. Single rooms can only be arranged for cadres at the regimental level or above, or for special circumstances..." the nurse explained softly.

“My son’s situation isn’t considered special? He’s broken his bones! And Zhao Wenchang isn’t considered a high-ranking official?! What’s wrong with letting him stay in a good ward? It’s only right! Besides, get your best surgeon here right now! If anything happens to my son, I’ll never forgive you!” Qian Xiaoxia’s voice rose several decibels.

Just then, a voice rang out from behind them: "What's all the noise about?"