Chapter 28 Then you come and help me

After saying that, she swayed as she prepared to put it into action, grabbing the small piece of cloth the size of her palm and gesturing it against herself.

But her head was spinning, and she saw double. The thin ribbons were twirling in her hands, and she couldn't find the right place to slip them on.

"Ugh!" Jiang Wanqiu muttered, her voice tinged with the frustration of being drunk. "This piece of junk, why can't I wear it?"

She tried a few times and realized that she hadn't taken off her clothes yet. She hurriedly pulled her clothes down, revealing a patch of snow-white, fragrant shoulder.

The shirt was crumpled and hanging on her arm, but she picked up the small piece of cloth and stubbornly put it on.

Zhao Wenchang's temples throbbed as he looked at the vivid yet chaotic scene before him.

He sighed and grabbed her restless wrist.

"Stop fooling around! Lie down and go to sleep right now!"

He was very strong, and Jiang Wanqiu's wrist ached from his grip. The brute force brought on by her drunkenness instantly deflated.

She looked up, her hazy eyes meeting the man's dark gaze.

"You yelled at me..." she sniffed, complaining pitifully, "I just wanted to change into some clean clothes... these clothes are uncomfortable..."

As she spoke, she still tugged at Zhao Wenchang's sleeve with her other hand: "Then help me take it off, I need to change today! I absolutely have to change!"

Seeing her pitiful yet tormenting appearance, Zhao Wenchang had no way to deal with her.

Did he owe this woman something in his past life?

He sighed heavily, as if resigned to his fate, and released her wrist.

"Okay, okay, I'll help you, don't move."

He bent down and patiently smoothed out the hem of her shirt, which she had almost twisted into a pretzel, before saying in a deep voice, "Raise your hand."

Jiang Wanqiu obediently raised her arms, like a child waiting for an adult to dress her.

Zhao Wenchang stiffly helped her take off her outer coat, and then went to unbutton her thin inner shirt.

When all that was left was a thin, close-fitting cotton undershirt, the man's hand stopped.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and without saying a word, he pulled her into the quilt again, wrapping her up tightly from head to toe in the thick cotton blanket.

"Okay, go to sleep."

The person under the covers wouldn't have it. They wriggled around like an eel, finally managing to pop their head out from under the blankets. Their face was flushed, their eyes were bright, and they shouted defiantly, "I don't care! I haven't finished undressing yet!"

"Jiang Wanqiu!" Zhao Wenchang finally lost his temper and roared, "If you keep acting up, believe me, I'll..."

Before he could finish speaking, the woman started giggling, showing no fear of him whatsoever.

Taking advantage of his distraction, she quickly crawled out of bed, took off her last undergarment in no time, and then deftly put on the strangely shaped "new clothes".

Zhao Wenchang stared wide-eyed.

Well, that thing... it didn't cover up the parts that should have been covered at all, but it clearly outlined her slender waist and rounded curves, and the parts that shouldn't have been exposed were completely exposed.

"What...what kind of ridiculous thing are you wearing!" Zhao Wenchang pulled the quilt over and wrapped the person up like a silkworm once again.

Finally, he added, "It's cold! Be careful not to catch a cold!"

The voice was harsh and unnatural.

There was a moment of silence under the covers, then a slender, fair hand reached out from the seam of the covers, grabbed his arm, and pulled him in forcefully.

Caught off guard, Zhao Wenchang stumbled and fell onto the warm earthen bed, half of his body being pulled into the quilt.

"Don't be so presumptuous!" he warned in a deep voice, trying to pull his arm back. "Have you forgotten how you were scared and cried just now?"

"Who's crying!" Jiang Wanqiu poked her head out from under the covers, retorting confidently, and even let out a drunken burp.

Seeing that the man was determined to leave, she panicked and a hint of confusion flashed in her hazy, drunken eyes. She blurted out, "You...you're not good enough!"

In his past life, Wang Jianjun was like this at the beginning.

No matter how much she lowered her pride or tried desperately to seduce him, the man remained unmoved.

Zhao Wenchang: "..."

He took a deep breath, his voice carrying a dangerous hoarseness.

"Fine, Jiang Wanqiu, you asked for this. If you're so capable, then don't cry later."

Jiang Wanqiu retorted without backing down, "Whoever cries is a little dog!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the room went out.

The blanket was suddenly pulled over my head, blocking out the cold moonlight from the window. The surrounding air suddenly became stuffy and damp.

Jiang Wanqiu felt as if she had fallen into the deep sea, and her breathing became difficult, as if she were drowning.

In her panic, she desperately grabbed onto a piece of driftwood, but was repeatedly tossed to the top by the surging waves, only to fall heavily back down.

Waves of dizziness washed over me, and the world spun around me.

She heard someone breathing heavily beside her, a voice both familiar and strange. She tried hard to hear clearly, and after a long time, she realized with a start that the voice... seemed to be her own.

The next day, Jiang Wanqiu was awakened by a series of throbbing pains in her forehead.

The hangover is kicking in.

She let out a soft "uh" in discomfort, raised her hand to rub her throbbing temples, and some fragmented memories flashed through her mind.

Yesterday... I went to the village chief's house for dinner, had some drinks, and then... and then...

Then she seemed to remember very little. What happened after that was like looking through frosted glass, hazy and unclear; she felt as if she had simply fallen asleep.

She struggled to sit up, but felt a chill on her body.

Looking down, I was completely dumbfounded—the small piece of cloth with thin straps that Sister Liu had been too embarrassed to take yesterday was now properly worn by me.

"ah!"

She gasped softly, then immediately lay back down, covering herself completely with the blanket.

What happened? What exactly happened?

She tried desperately to recall, and some images seemed to flash through her mind. Was it because she insisted on wearing this dress? But the memory was too blurry and indistinct; she kept thinking she was dreaming.

Jiang Wanqiu felt her head hurt even more.

Fortunately, she was alone on the kang (a heated brick bed); the man had already left.

She breathed a long sigh of relief; otherwise, she really wouldn't know where to put her face.

After dawdling for a long time, she finally got dressed, her face flushed, and got off the kang (a heated brick bed).

As soon as she stepped out, her mother-in-law, Zhao Xiaohua, greeted her with a smile, looking at her with concern: "Wanqiu, are you awake? Does your head hurt?"

"It's alright," Jiang Wanqiu replied somewhat guiltily.

"Quick, come here!" Zhao Xiaohua pulled her hand and pressed her down to sit at the table. She turned around and took a large bowl out of the pot in the kitchen. "I made you some brown sugar poached eggs. Drink it while it's hot to warm yourself up and sober up. This brown sugar was specially bought for you by Wenchang at the village supply and marketing cooperative before dawn."

Holding the steaming bowl of fragrant brown sugar water, Jiang Wanqiu listened to her mother-in-law's words, and her face flushed red to the roots of her neck.

She quickly changed the subject, lowering her head and asking in a low voice, "Where is Zhao Wenchang...?"

“Oh, you mean Wenchang?” Zhao Xiaohua said while packing her things. “This morning, their battalion commander came back to visit his family, and he sent someone to tell Wenchang to come and ask him questions. I guess something happened in the army.”

After finishing tidying up, looking at the woman with flushed cheeks, Zhao Xiaohua cheerfully asked, "How did it go last night? Is Wenchang any good?"

"Pfft—cough cough cough..." Jiang Wanqiu doubted that she had heard correctly.