Chapter 39: Pulling her close and giving her a forceful kiss.

On the wedding day.

Just as dawn was breaking, there was movement in the room of the Red Star Hotel.

Zhao Wenchang was staring at himself in the mirror, struggling with his thin tie.

His large hands were used to rough work and he was incredibly skilled at handling guns and ammunition, but he just couldn't get the hang of handling such delicate gadgets.

He kept trying to tie it, but the tie was either crooked or wrinkled, which made him a little impatient. So he simply pulled the tie away and decided not to tie it anymore.

"Hey, move aside!"

Jiang Wanqiu couldn't stand it any longer, so she pushed him away from the mirror and stood in front of him herself.

She tiptoed and used her slender fingers to carefully straighten his tie.

As she got closer, the man's pleasant soapy scent, mixed with his masculine aura, kept wafting into her nose.

Her gaze unconsciously drifted downwards.

The man's shirt was not buttoned up properly, and under the open collar, the outline of his strong pectoral muscles was clearly visible, and further down, the lines of his hard abdominal muscles could be vaguely seen.

Every inch of it exudes power, and is exceptionally... alluring.

Jiang Wanqiu's mind was disturbed, and her movements slowed down by half a beat.

Male beauty can be misleading.

Zhao Wenchang kept his head down, his dark eyes fixed on her without blinking.

Looking at her burning red earlobes, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

He suddenly stretched out his long arm, pulled her tightly into his embrace, and lowered his head to precisely seal her lips with his.

"Hmm..."

He's the kind of person who does what he wants immediately and never shortchanges himself.

After stealing a full kiss, he reluctantly let go, and said in a hoarse voice in her ear, "Okay, let's go, or we'll be late."

They didn't give Jiang Wanqiu any time to feel awkward.

The wedding was held in a state-run hotel. The place wasn't big, but there were a lot of people, and it was quite noisy.

As soon as Jiang Wanqiu and Zhao Wenchang entered, the noisy lobby seemed to be paused, and countless eyes turned to them.

The man was handsome and tall, his dark gray suit making him look dashing; the woman was radiant and beautiful, her newly made dress making her look like a delicate doll.

The two stood together, looking like a perfect couple, completely out of place with the generally drab clothes and somewhat shabby atmosphere in the hall.

Jiang Wanqiu spotted the groom, Wang Jianjun, in the crowd at a glance.

He was wearing the new suit he'd bought at the store yesterday, chatting and laughing with customers with a beaming smile, his face greasy. And beside him, the bride in an old-fashioned white dress—who else could it be but Jiang Wanxia?

Her face was covered in heavy makeup, and her lips were painted blood red, but she couldn't hide the haggardness and resentment in her eyes.

Clearly, for the sake of this wedding, Jiang Wanxia ultimately sold her mother's jewelry, paid for the wedding dress, and even swallowed her pride to buy Wang Jianjun new clothes.

Although the Wang family allowed the wedding to proceed as planned, they became increasingly contemptuous and harsh towards her, appreciating her "sincerity."

When toasting, the mother-in-law, Wang Mu, deliberately mishandled the wine, spilling it all over Jiang Wanxia's white dress. She then sarcastically remarked, "Clumsy and useless!"

Jiang Wanxia stood frozen in place, forced to force a smile despite the large number of people around.

After completing the formalities, she began toasting the guests one by one. As she turned her head, she happened to see Mr. and Mrs. Jiang Wanqiu standing not far away.

She mustered her last shred of dignity, took a deep breath, and took Wang Jianjun's arm, walking over in her high heels.

"Sister, you've finally arrived." Jiang Wanxia forced a smug smile, her tone full of deliberate boasting. "From now on, I'm a cadre's wife. If you have any difficulties in the countryside, just let me know. For the sake of our sisterhood, Jianjun will definitely help you."

Although she was speaking to Jiang Wanqiu, her eyes were glued to Zhao Wenchang beside her, uncontrollably fixed on him.

This man... how can this man be so handsome?

When she met him in the countryside in her past life, he always wore an old military uniform and was unkempt. She never paid any attention to what he looked like.

But now, dressed in this suit, he stands tall and straight like a pine tree, his face with deep features, even more handsome than the stars in magazines!

A storm raged in Jiang Wanxia's heart.

She subconsciously glanced at Wang Jianjun, who was short and chubby beside her, grinning foolishly.

For the first time, Jiang Wanxia felt a deep and overwhelming sense of regret.

If I had known this man was so handsome...

However, that regret was only momentary.

Jiang Wanxia quickly comforted herself: What's the use of being pretty? You can't eat it.

The Zhao family's wealth is less than half that of the Wang family!

With that thought, her slight resentment vanished immediately, and she straightened her back a bit more.

Wang Jianjun initially paid no attention to Jiang Wanqiu; his mind was entirely on the cadres and relatives who came to give gifts.

It wasn't until he heard Jiang Wanxia call him "sister" that he impatiently glanced at her, following his wife's gaze.

With just that one glance, his eyes were fixed on him as if nailed down, unable to look away.

The woman in front of me was wearing a stylish champagne-colored dress, which made her skin look radiant.

Unlike Jiang Wanxia, ​​who was all made up like she was performing in an opera, her face was clean and clear. Only her eyes were bright, as if they were filled with water, and when she looked around, they were even more dazzling than the light bulbs in the restaurant.

That bright and generous spirit instantly captivated him.

The amazement in Wang Jianjun's eyes quickly turned into naked greed.

Jiang Wanxia keenly sensed her husband's loss of composure and was consumed by jealousy, wishing she could scratch Jiang Wanqiu's face right then and there.

She deliberately raised her voice and pinched Wang Jianjun's arm hard: "Jianjun, what are you looking at? This is my sister, why don't you say hello!"

When Wang Jianjun was jolted back to his senses, he was not angry at all. Instead, he took the opportunity to back down, put on a greasy smile, and offered his hand.

"Oh my, so you're Wanqiu! I've heard so much about you, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

His hand hung there stiffly in mid-air, brooking no refusal.

In front of so many people, Jiang Wanqiu couldn't refuse him, so she frowned and reluctantly extended her hand.

The moment his fingertips touched her, Wang Jianjun immediately gripped her hand as if he had grasped something rare, his fingers clenching tightly to envelop her soft little hand in his rough, calloused palm.

He did not let go immediately.

Instead, he used his rough thumb to ambiguously caress her delicate palm, again and again.

Those small eyes were even more unrestrained, like hooks, blatantly roaming over her exquisite body.

That's the feel! That's the look in my eyes!

Like a slippery venomous snake, it instantly dragged Jiang Wanqiu back to her past life when he locked her in a small house, during countless nights of beatings and scoldings.

With a "buzz," her mind went completely blank.

The color drained from his face instantly, and his body trembled uncontrollably, even his lips were shaking.

Zhao Wenchang, who was standing next to her, noticed almost immediately that something was wrong with her.