Chapter 184 You Have to Hold Me Tight

Jiang Wanqiu was completely speechless.

This man! How could he ask such a question so bluntly!

She was both embarrassed and angry. She turned her face away and muttered, "How can you ask us women such a question directly!"

Zhao Wenchang sighed again, this time with an even deeper sense of helplessness.

He feared neither heaven nor earth, but he just couldn't bring himself to harden his heart towards the little woman in his bed.

With just a word or a glance from her, she could completely erode his pride.

The next second, a large hand reached out and wrapped around her waist without a word. With just a gentle pull, she fell into a firm and warm embrace.

"Hmm!"

Before she could even gasp, her chin was gently pinched and turned back to face him.

"How about this?" he asked, his hot breath spraying all over her cheeks.

The awkwardness and emptiness in my heart were instantly filled.

Jiang Wanqiu stopped talking, but buried her burning cheeks deep in his chest, like a cat that had found its den, and mumbled a soft "hmm".

"That's more like it..."

Hearing the satisfied murmurs of the woman in his arms, Zhao Wenchang's lips curled into a bitter smile that he himself didn't even realize.

There's just no way to deal with her.

He tightened his arms, encircling her tightly in his embrace, and gently rubbed his chin against the top of her soft hair.

"Go to sleep."

Perhaps because of the day's commotion, or perhaps because she was finally sleeping in a warm and comforting embrace, Jiang Wanqiu slept exceptionally soundly.

When she opened her eyes again, the sun was high in the sky, and the room was brightly lit.

She moved groggily and realized that the spot next to her was empty, with only the lingering warmth of the man on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Just as she was trying to sit up, there was a knock on the door of the outer room.

Immediately afterwards, she heard her son Ping An's clear voice.

Who is it?

"I'm looking for Battalion Commander Zhao," a strange male voice said, sounding quite polite. "Ping An, right? Hasn't your father gotten up yet?"

Jiang Wanqiu was completely awakened by the noise. Just as she was about to raise her voice to ask who it was, she heard Ping An reply in a humble yet assertive manner.

"My dad got married yesterday and is exhausted; he hasn't gotten up yet. Uncle, is there something urgent you need to see my dad about?"

The man seemed to pause for a moment before speaking, "I'm from the Political Department. There's something I need your Battalion Commander Zhao to do."

Political Department?

Jiang Wanqiu's heart skipped a beat, and her first thought was Jiang Wanxia!

Just as she was about to lift the covers and get off the kang (heated brick bed), the curtain to the inner room was pulled up from the outside.

Zhao Wenchang was already dressed neatly, and his military green uniform made him look even more upright.

Seeing that Jiang Wanqiu had woken up, he quickly walked to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and reached out to push the quilt back down, which she was about to lift.

"Did I wake you up? It's okay, you can go back to sleep. You don't need to get up early today. I'll just go out and take a look."

Jiang Wanqiu nodded obediently, watching Zhao Wenchang's tall figure disappear behind the curtain. From the outer room came the sound of him talking in a low voice to a political officer. Soon, the two left one after the other.

But how could she possibly fall asleep?

She deftly threw off the covers, got off the kang (heated brick bed), and began to dress and wash.

"Peace!" she called out.

"Mom, what's up?" The curtain was lifted, and Ping An, who was cleaning up yesterday's mess outside, came in with a broom.

As Jiang Wanqiu put on her coat, she said, "Mom is going to the hospital. Keep an eye on the house."

Ping An nodded, then hurriedly asked, "Does Mom want me to go with you?"

"No need, Mom is just going over to take care of some things." Jiang Wanqiu rubbed Ping An's fluffy head and then left.

Jiang Wanqiu skillfully bypassed the outpatient hall and went directly to the doctors' offices behind the inpatient department.

She found the doctor who treated Wang Jianjun's head injury.

The doctor was writing a medical record while wearing reading glasses. When he saw her, he quickly pushed his glasses up to his forehead and stood up.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, you've arrived."

Jiang Wanqiu cut to the chase: "Director, what's the result of that matter I asked you to handle a while ago?"

The doctor's expression turned serious. He turned around and took a brown paper file folder from the bookcase behind him, which was filled with a pile of documents, and handed it to Jiang Wanqiu.

“You’ve come at the right time. This report was just sent over from the experts a couple of days ago, and I was just thinking about how to let you know.”

Jiang Wanqiu took the file and opened it. Inside was a medical report on Wang Jianjun's injuries.

She skimmed through the text, and the more she read, the deeper the cold smile on her lips became.

Just as I expected.

The doctor recalled the report's contents and felt uneasy. He couldn't help but ask, "To be honest, our department discussed this result, and it was quite unexpected. It's completely different from what your sister said. His family made such a fuss before, we thought... Xiao Jiang, what do you plan to do?"

Jiang Wanqiu carefully put the report back into the file folder, then looked up and smiled at the doctor.

"Doctor, thank you so much. With this report, I think you can withdraw all medical resources from Wang Jianjun starting today."

She paused, then said, "I, Jiang Wanqiu, will not allow this family to stay in our military region's territory for another day."

...

Inside the Political Department office.

Zhao Wenchang sat in his chair, his face ashen, listening to the report from the officer in front of him.

"...Based on the testimonies of comrades Le Yunyun and Le Bai, we've basically figured it out. Yesterday, it was Comrade Jiang Wanxia who helped you... helped you into the bridal chamber." The officer paused at a crucial point, seemingly trying to find the right words, "So when everyone went in, they saw you and Comrade Jiang Wanxia... Of course, the organization knows you weren't at fault, so you don't need to worry too much..."

So that's how it is!

He only remembered being forced to drink until he was unconscious, and then being helped into the house in a daze. He thought it was Wanqiu... The thought that the vicious woman dared to have such thoughts about him, and even almost did... Zhao Wenchang felt extremely disgusted.

"Where is she?" Zhao Wenchang asked the cadre in front of him, barely suppressing his anger, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to devour him.

The officer shuddered at his appearance and quickly replied, "He's... he's still in solitary confinement. The director's idea is to hold a meeting later and bring him over for questioning in person."

...

Inside the solitary confinement cell, Jiang Wanxia was like a raging, trapped beast, frantically pounding on the iron door.

"Make him come to see me! Make Gu Feiyan come to see me! If you don't make him come, his sister won't even know how she died!"

Her shrill screams echoed down the corridor, and the soldiers on guard frowned.

There was a threat in those words, so he didn't dare to be careless. After thinking for a moment, he reported the situation and soon brought Gu Feiyan over.

Gu Feiyan had a cold face, and her eyes were devoid of any warmth as she looked at Jiang Wanxia.

"Aren't all the good deeds you've done enough? What do you want from me?"

As soon as Jiang Wanxia saw him, she rushed over, but was stopped by the iron gate.

She gripped the iron bars, her face a picture of crazed triumph: "You'd better find a way to get me out of here. Otherwise, your sister's life will be over!"

Gu Feiyan clenched his fist instantly, veins bulging on the back of his hand. He glared at the woman in front of him: "Jiang Wanxia, ​​you poisonous woman!"

"Me, poisonous?" Jiang Wanxia laughed. "You're just stupid!"

Gu Feiyan was furious, but thinking of the possibility that her sister's intestines might burst, she backed down: "Give me the antidote first!"

"Dream on!" Jiang Wanxia retorted immediately. "As long as I can't get out, you won't get the antidote! You figure it out yourself!"

Gu Feiyan stared at her with bloodshot eyes for a long time, and finally, only three words rolled out of his throat.

"You wait."

After saying that, he turned around abruptly and strode away.

...

The atmosphere was solemn at the impromptu hearing held in the military region's auditorium.

Jiang Wanxia was escorted to the center of the platform by two female soldiers, but she showed no remorse on her face. She read the self-criticism she had submitted absentmindedly and incoherently.

The officials and their families who came to listen in the audience were discussing it animatedly.

"Where is this an attitude of admitting mistakes?"

"She even went so far as to bring the wedding night pranks to the groom's bed! How could she even think of that!"

The political commissar who was presiding over the meeting cleared his throat and looked at Zhao Wenchang: "Battalion Commander Zhao, you are the person involved. What is your opinion on this matter?"

Zhao Wenchang stood up, his military uniform crisp and his face stern.

"This is not a simple act of fooling around. This is premeditated and purposeful, a deliberate attempt to sabotage a military marriage! The nature of this is extremely egregious! I recommend that Jiang Wanxia be detained and imprisoned in accordance with disciplinary regulations!"

Jiang Wanxia persisted: "Disrupting a military marriage? Zhao Wenchang, you should speak with a clear conscience! Did I even lay a finger on you? If word gets out, at most I was just a little too much teasing my brother-in-law during their wedding night, and you're going to make a mountain out of a molehill over that?"

As she spoke, she began to complain again, laying bare her grievances and achievements before everyone:

"Don't forget! My man, Wang Jianjun, is lying in the hospital, half-dead, because of whom? It's because of your wife, Jiang Wanqiu! Your Zhao family owes us a debt of gratitude that you can never repay in this lifetime! And this is how you treat your benefactor?"

She spoke with such conviction that the judges looked at each other, none of them able to make up their minds.

Just as Jiang Wanxia was looking smugly at the somewhat hesitant judges, the auditorium door was pushed open.

A slender, upright figure walked in against the light.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to it.

Jiang Wanqiu, holding the report she got from the hospital, said, "The play should end here!"

“What do we owe you, Jiang Wanxia?” She stepped forward and handed the file to the leaders at the hearing table. “From now on, your whole family can get out of the military region.”

The political director, who was presiding over the meeting, frowned as he took the paper and pulled out several sheets of paper covered with writing.

He pushed up his glasses, read only a few lines, and his expression instantly turned serious. Then he subconsciously looked at Jiang Wanxia.

Jiang Wanxia stared nervously at everyone, wondering what Jiang Wanqiu had given these old men.

The director didn't say anything, but handed the report in his hand to another cadre next to him.

The report was thus silently passed around among faces that showed surprise, anger, or disdain.

The auditorium fell silent for a moment, and the cadres and their families sitting below craned their necks, curiously looking at the papers in the hands of the group.

After the cadres had finished reading the report, Jiang Wanqiu said, "Several of the province's best injury assessment experts have jointly issued an assessment report. The report clearly states that Wang Jianjun's head injury was not caused by rolling down the hillside!"