Chapter 198 Her Possessiveness

As soon as these barbed words came out, Zhao Wenchang was taken aback at first. Then, looking at Jiang Wanqiu's pretty face, which was puffed up with anger and looked even more vivid in the dim light, he suddenly burst out laughing. The laughter grew louder and louder until it turned into an uncontrollable roar of laughter.

"Honey, are you jealous?" His deep eyes were full of laughter. "You've ignored me all night and had a long face. Is that why?"

Once the man touched on her feelings, the coldness she had managed to maintain on her face shattered instantly.

The heat shot up from the base of my neck to my cheeks in an instant, burning hot.

"Who's jealous! Stop flattering yourself!" she snapped, trying with all her might to pull her hand back. "Let go of me!"

But Zhao Wenchang held her tightly, and no matter how much she struggled, her hand, covered in perfume, could not escape his control.

"Okay, okay, I'm not jealous, I'm not jealous." Seeing that she was really anxious, Zhao Wenchang quickly suppressed his smile, but he couldn't hide the upturned corners of his mouth, his face full of doting affection. He took her hand, leaned closer, and his eyes, which looked particularly serious in the dim light, were fixed on her as he explained:

"That woman's name is Liu Lu. She's our company's accountant. She already has two kids, the eldest is old enough to run errands. Do you think I'm the kind of person who messes around at work?"

He paused, his tone softening slightly: "I had to ask someone to help me choose this hand cream. She said it was good, so I specially asked someone to bring it back from another province. I was thinking that since it's getting cold and your hands always crack in winter, I wanted to give you a surprise."

Jiang Wanqiu was stunned and blinked.

She remained in a struggling posture, but the strength in her hands had unknowingly dissipated.

So... she misunderstood?

Seeing her stunned expression, Zhao Wenchang's heart melted completely.

He pulled her closer to him: "I know that pregnant women are sensitive and prone to overthinking. It was my fault for not considering this thoroughly and not telling you beforehand."

He sighed, and with his other hand, he gently stroked her slightly protruding belly through her clothes. "If anything happens in the future, just tell me directly. You can argue with me or make a scene with me, but please don't keep it to yourself and hold a grudge. If you get sick from being angry, it will break my and our baby's hearts."

Jiang Wanqiu didn't know how to respond to the man; she felt burning with shame all over her body.

She jerked her hand back, threw off the covers, buried her head under them, and mumbled, "I'm sleepy! I want to sleep!"

"Hey, you..." Zhao Wenchang was both amused and exasperated. He reached out and pulled her, blanket and all, into his arms, letting her wriggle around like a silkworm in his embrace.

"Why are you hiding? Are you that shy?" he chuckled in a low voice. "You haven't promised me yet!"

"Promise what?" came her defiant voice from under the covers.

“From now on,” Zhao Wenchang pulled her out of bed and forced her to look into his eyes, “if you see another woman next to me and misunderstand again, what will you do? Will you ignore me all night like you did today, leaving me to overthink things?”

Under the dim light, her eyes were slightly red, her face still showing lingering embarrassment and annoyance, and her lips were slightly pouting.

She glared at him and gave him a light tap on his firm chest with her fist.

"Then you should stay away from all those women in your workplace! Three feet away! No, five feet!" she said with a touch of unreasonable coquettishness. "If you stay far away, how will I have a chance to misunderstand?"

Seeing her like this, Zhao Wenchang's heart melted, and he had no reason to refuse.

He took her pounding fist, kissed it, and then pulled her tightly into his arms, nodding solemnly: "Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say. From now on, I'll avoid women and keep a distance of five feet from them, okay? My good wife."

Jiang Wanqiu finally couldn't help but burst out laughing in his arms.

Seeing the person in his arms laughing so hard that their shoulders were shaking, Zhao Wenchang couldn't help but laugh as well, "This hand cream is really good. It smells nice and feels moisturizing. I think it can even cure sour smells!"

"You!" Jiang Wanqiu's laughter stopped abruptly.

This person, after being given a few pleasantries, immediately started wagging their tail again.

She struggled to lift her head from his embrace, her misty eyes glaring at him reproachfully as she scolded, "Zhao Wenchang, you're so shameless!"

Looking at her puffed-up face, Zhao Wenchang found it all quite amusing.

He didn't say anything, just stared straight at her, and then, taking advantage of her inattention, he suddenly lowered his head and gave her a loud "smack" on her burning cheek.

"you……"

Jiang Wanqiu was completely speechless, feeling both ashamed and angry. She raised her fist, which still smelled of perfume, and punched the man's solid chest again: "You're taking advantage of me again."

Zhao Wenchang let her fuss, grabbed her hand with his large hand, spread out her fingers one by one, and gently stroked them in his palm.

Under the light, her fingertips, worn from hard work, had developed a thin layer of calluses and felt somewhat rough to the touch.

Zhao Wenchang's eyes darkened: "You've suffered following me to this remote northern region. I remember when we first met, these hands of yours had never lifted a finger."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanqiu said softly, "It's not hard. As long as our family is together, it's not hard anywhere."

Zhao Wenchang's Adam's apple bobbed, and his once docile hand began to wander, sliding down her slender arm, over her rounded shoulder, and finally resting on her high, protruding belly.

The scalding heat from her palm, transmitted through a thin layer of autumn clothing, felt like a branding iron, causing Jiang Wanqiu to shrink back.

She could clearly feel the man's breathing become heavy, spraying onto her earlobe, hot and itchy.

Her heartbeat became erratic, each beat causing a sharp pain in her chest.

"The child... isn't quite ready yet." Her voice trembled as she reached out to push away his hands that were trying to disturb her.

“I know,” Zhao Wenchang’s voice was terribly hoarse, carrying a suppressed desire, “I’ll just touch it, I won’t move.”

Just as their breaths mingled and their breathing became erratic, the little one inside her, who had been quiet for a long time, seemed to sense something and kicked out with all its might!

That kick landed squarely on Zhao Wentong's palm.

"Ouch!"

Zhao Wenchang was genuinely startled and withdrew his hand as if he had been burned.

But the next second, he realized what was happening, his eyes widened, and he excitedly grabbed Jiang Wanqiu's arm: "He moved! Honey, he moved! He just kicked me!"

His silly look instantly washed away the romantic atmosphere that had just been there.

Jiang Wanqiu looked at him, was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing, laughing so hard that tears almost came out.

She pointed to her belly, then to Zhao Wenchang, and scolded, "See? I told you two were in cahoots, teaming up to mess with me!"

The little guy ruined the whole atmosphere, and Zhao Wenchang was a bit unwilling.

He turned to lie down on his side, reached out his long arm, and pulled Jiang Wanqiu tightly into his arms, letting her rest her head on his arm.

He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath tickling her ear, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear: "You wait, once this little thing gives birth, I'll make sure to get back all the 'debts' I've accumulated over the past few months, with interest."

Jiang Wanqiu was so embarrassed that she buried her head in the blanket and mumbled, "You pervert!"

As Zhao Wenchang laughed, he put one arm around her and gently patted her back with the other, as if soothing a child.

Night deepened.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, the sharp and resounding bugle call rang out precisely in the military compound.

Zhao Wenchang opened his eyes almost instinctively. He sat up, moving very quietly, afraid of waking his wife who was still fast asleep beside him.

By the dim light streaming in from the window, he gazed at Jiang Wanqiu's peaceful sleeping face. Her brows were relaxed, and a faint smile lingered at the corners of her lips. Zhao Wenchang bent down and placed a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead before quietly putting on his military uniform and leaving the house.

When Jiang Wanqiu woke up again, it was already broad daylight.

She went to the main room and found that Ping An had already gotten up and was sitting upright on a small stool, reciting his text in the morning light.

"...The grass on the plain grows and withers each year..."

Hearing the noise, Ping An immediately looked up, his bright, black grape-like eyes staring at her for a few seconds before suddenly blurting out, "Mom, you look so beautiful today, your face is so rosy, like a big apple in a New Year's painting."

"..." Jiang Wanqiu blushed at her son's sudden praise and glared at him, annoyed. "You talk too much! Hurry up and memorize your book!"

She turned to go to the kitchen to make breakfast, but found that the pot on the stove was warm. She lifted the lid and found two cleanly peeled eggs and a bowl of thick millet porridge sprinkled with brown sugar.

At the dinner table, Ping An sipped his porridge slowly, but his eyes kept glancing at Jiang Wanqiu's face.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he asked cautiously, "Mom, Dad...didn't sleep in the main room last night?"

"Cough! Cough cough!"

Jiang Wanqiu almost spat out her mouthful of porridge, choking and coughing.

She caught her breath, put on a stern face, glared at the "little devil" in front of her, and said, "Children shouldn't pry into adult matters! Eat your food!"

Seeing her seemingly tough exterior but actually weak interior, Ping An was not afraid at all. Instead, he grinned and chuckled.

He lowered his head and scooped the millet porridge from the bowl with a spoon. The huge weight that had been hanging over his heart all day finally lifted.

It seems that Mom and Dad have made up.

After dinner, Jiang Wanqiu went out for a walk to aid digestion.

As soon as I stepped into the courtyard, I ran into Li Yanhong and several other military wives chatting together.

"Hey, Sister-in-law Wanqiu!" Li Yanhong, with her sharp eyes, spotted her from afar and waved enthusiastically.

As Jiang Wanqiu approached, Li Yanhong's gaze swept over her, finally landing precisely on a faint red mark that peeked out from her sleeve when she raised her hand to gather her hair.

His gaze instantly became ambiguous.

"Sister-in-law, Commander Zhao came home really late last night," Li Yanhong leaned closer, winking and whispering, "When I got up in the middle of the night, I saw your lights were on for half the night. And with you both pregnant, you're making quite a racket!"

Upon hearing this, several military wives around them covered their mouths and chuckled, their expressions conveying a clear meaning.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanqiu raised an eyebrow. She generously extended her hand, then sighed with feigned annoyance, her tone carrying an undisguised boast:

"That's right, I don't know where he got this foreign stuff, he said it's foreign hand cream. He kept saying my hands were rough, and he wouldn't sleep in the middle of the night, he insisted on putting it on me, I couldn't stop him!"

"Oh, what smells so good?"

"This smells so good!"

The military wives were immediately drawn to it and gathered around to take a look. In those days, clam oil was considered a luxury item, and they had never seen such a high-end perfume balm in a foreign-language bottle before.

Li Yanhong's eyes widened with envy: "This must have cost a lot of money, right? Commander Zhao is so generous! Unlike my husband, Lao Zhang, he's so stingy even when I ask him to buy me a bottle of clam oil!"

Jiang Wanqiu smiled calmly, withdrew her hand, and said casually, "If a man doesn't spend his money on his wife, who will he spend it on? Isn't it only right to cherish one's wife?"

These words immediately made the wives of the soldiers around them extremely envious. They all said that they would go back and have a good talk with their husbands to see how Commander Zhao dotes on his wife!