Chapter 26 It's inconvenient here

Jiang Wanqiu, her eyes glazed with drunkenness, hooked her arms around the man's neck and rubbed her soft body against him.

She tilted her head back, leaned close to the man's strong profile, and gave him a firm, loud kiss.

After the kiss, she hugged the man and chuckled foolishly, like a little fox who had just stolen some fish.

"You—!" Zhao Hui screamed, as if she had seen a ghost.

Her Wenchang brother! She had followed him around since she was a child, and had never even properly held his hand, yet this woman from the south kissed him right in front of her!

In a moment of impulsiveness, she rushed over and reached out to grab Jiang Wanqiu's arm, yelling, "You shameless woman! Get off Brother Wenchang!"

Before his hand could even touch Jiang Wanqiu's clothes, it was blocked by a large hand.

"I don't need your help. My wife, I can take care of herself."

After saying that, he didn't bother to look at Zhao Hui again. He pulled her up and steadily lifted her up in his arms, who was still giggling.

He nodded slightly to Zhao Weimin, whose face was flushed with embarrassment, and said, "Uncle Weimin, we've finished eating. We'll head back now."

"Oh, alright then. It's getting late, you two should head back. Your wife is drunk, let her get some rest. Zhao Fu! Come and see them off!" Zhao Weimin said, getting up to see the two of them to the door.

"Brother Wenchang!" Zhao Hui chased after him for a couple of steps, unwilling to give up, but the man ignored her completely, and his tall figure quickly disappeared into the night.

She stomped her feet in anger, and in the end, she could only reluctantly let Li Xiujuan drag her home.

"Sigh!" Zhao Weimin sighed heavily as he looked at his daughter's dejected appearance. He slammed his wine glass on the table with a "bang," his face filled with undisguised disappointment and displeasure.

What kind of nonsense is this!

Back when Zhao Wenchang's grandfather was still alive, the two families jokingly arranged a marriage between their children. At that time, she disliked Zhao Wenchang for being a quiet, unassuming man who spent all his time wandering around in the mountains, and for being unsophisticated.

Later, a young Party Secretary from the city came to the village. He wore glasses and was very polite. She was completely smitten and followed him around every day.

As it turned out, the young man didn't even look at her, a girl from the village, and she was transferred away not long after.

Her family thought she was getting on in years and suggested she choose someone she liked to date first.

She started being picky again, complaining that this person was too short and that person was too poor. But when the news came back that Zhao Wenchang had been promoted to officer and become a battalion commander in the army, she started calling him "my brother Wenchang" all the time.

Why didn't she do this earlier! Now that he's got a wife, and such a pretty and smart city girl at that, what is she doing running around here doing nothing but making a fool of herself?

The moon was already high in the sky, and its cool light shone on the country road, casting a long shadow of Zhao Wenchang.

A night breeze blew, carrying a bone-chilling coolness.

Jiang Wanqiu seemed to feel cold, and subconsciously snuggled closer to the source of warmth beside her, rubbing her small face against the man's firm chest until she found a comfortable position and stayed still.

This woman is so light; she feels weightless when you hold her in your arms.

Zhao Wenchang looked down at her, thinking to himself that he should make sure she ate more meat later, otherwise the wind might blow her away.

The person in his arms suddenly stirred restlessly, raised their head, and their drunken eyes sparkled as if filled with stars from the sky.

She laughed foolishly, raised her slender finger, and pointed at the man's face.

Zhao Wenchang raised an eyebrow, his voice unconsciously softening slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Look!" Jiang Wanqiu's voice was soft and sweet, "Your eyes... have stars in them too!"

Zhao Wenchang sighed helplessly. This little drunkard was talking nonsense.

Halfway there, perhaps having recovered her strength, or perhaps the effects of the alcohol finally kicked in, Jiang Wanqiu suddenly insisted on getting off and walking by herself.

"Put me down! I want to walk by myself!"

"Stop fooling around and stay put." Zhao Wenchang tightened his grip on her arm.

The person in his arms wouldn't give up, wriggling around like an eel: "I'm not drunk! I can walk in a straight line! Put me down, and I'll show you!"

Zhao Wenchang was worn down by her persistence and could not resist her. He had no choice but to carefully put her down, with one hand still loosely protecting her back, afraid that she would fall.

As soon as Jiang Wanqiu touched the ground, she proudly shook her head. Just as she was about to take a step to prove herself, her body swayed and she fell straight to the side.

"Watch out!" Zhao Wenchang grabbed her arm with lightning speed.

Just as he was about to fall into the tall grass beside him, Jiang Wanqiu suddenly turned her head and gave him a sly smile. Her eyes were so clear in the moonlight that she didn't look like a drunkard.

Zhao Wenchang's heart skipped a beat, realizing something was wrong.

Sure enough, the next second, the arm he was gripping suddenly tightened, and a strong force came from it. He lost his balance and was pulled down, and the two of them fell into the soft grass.

"Hahaha! You've fallen for my trap!"

Jiang Wanqiu laughed so hard she almost fell over when she saw the man who had fallen on top of her but had managed to brace himself with his elbows at the last moment, as if afraid of putting all his weight on her.

Zhao Wenchang was both angry and amused, utterly speechless. He propped himself up, trying to pull the little liar to his feet: "Nonsense! Get up, the ground is cold."

To everyone's surprise, Jiang Wanqiu not only didn't get up, but also, like a beautiful snake, suddenly tightened her arms around his neck, twisted her waist, and flipped over with a clever move.

In the blink of an eye, their positions had been switched.

She sat firmly on the man's lower abdomen.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the grass, dappling the man's face.

His usually meticulously combed hair was now disheveled, with a few stray strands falling across his forehead, obscuring his usual cold and resolute demeanor. In the moonlight, it possessed an inexplicable allure.

Those deep eyes were staring straight at her, their contents churning with emotions she couldn't decipher.

Jiang Wanqiu's throat tightened, and her heart began to pound uncontrollably.

This man is my future husband, how wonderful.

Without thinking, she lowered her head and kissed him.

Their soft lips met, carrying the sweet scent of rice wine and her unique fragrance.

Zhao Wenchang's mind went blank for a moment, he forgot how to react. It wasn't until he felt the woman's restless little hands begin to roam over his body, as if she wanted to do something further.

He snapped back to reality, trying to turn his head, his voice hoarse with nervousness: "Don't move... we're still outside!"

Dissatisfied with the man's resistance, Jiang Wanqiu, like an enraged little beast, opened her mouth and bit his lip hard.

"hiss--"

A stinging sensation mixed with an indescribable electric current exploded with a "boom," instantly striking the top of his head.