Chapter 40: His Domineering Protection of His Wife! He's So Charming and Seductive

Zhao Wenchang's eyes suddenly turned cold as he stared at Wang Jianjun's unruly hand.

He stepped forward, extended his large palm, and without a word, enveloped Jiang Wanqiu's cold, trembling hand, pulling the woman's hand from the other's grasp and then holding it in his warm palm.

“The groom should entertain the other guests more.” After gently pushing the woman to his side to protect her, Zhao Wenchang’s voice turned cold and hard. “My wife is timid and doesn’t like physical contact with people she doesn’t know well.”

His calm tone carried a chilling, oppressive quality characteristic of soldiers.

Stared at by Zhao Wenchang's dark eyes, he felt inexplicably intimidated and reluctantly withdrew his hand, muttering something unpleasant under his breath: "People from the countryside, they've never seen the world, they're not even willing to shake hands."

Hearing Wang Jianjun say this, Jiang Wanxia immediately chimed in, "That's right, shaking hands is a perfectly normal courtesy in the city, but you're acting like it's your life. What are you pretending to be, this naive young girl? I don't know who you're trying to impress with this innocent act."

As she spoke, she glanced meaningfully at her husband.

After the man left to toast others, she turned her gaze back to Jiang Wanqiu: "I advise you to stop having such thoughts. Jianjun is my man now!"

Zhao Wenchang was too lazy to waste his breath on this kind of person. He just looked down at the person in his arms and spoke in a soft and gentle voice.

"Are you tired? Should we go back soon?"

Jiang Wanqiu didn't say anything, but instead gripped the man's large hand even tighter.

Those broad, warm palms were like a shot of adrenaline, gradually calming her racing heartbeat.

After a long while, she caught her breath, shook her head, and said in a slightly unsteady voice, "...It's alright, help me sit down for a while. I haven't given out the gift yet."

She had to see the whole show unfold before her own eyes.

Seeing that they were ignoring her, Jiang Wanxia felt awkward and was then called by Wang Jianjun to go and toast the leaders at another table.

The people sitting at that table were the top leaders in charge of supervising the department store, all of them with oily faces from drinking.

Jiang Wanxia had just squeezed through and hadn't even stood up properly when she felt a greasy hand pinch her buttocks hard.

She turned her head instantly and glared at the man with the receding hairline.

The other person showed no remorse, but instead winked at her and made her drink the wine he had left in his hand.

Jiang Wanxia felt nauseous looking at the cup smeared with saliva. Wang Jianjun grabbed her shoulder, leaned close to her ear, and said in a warning tone, "Don't cause me any trouble! That's Section Chief Liu! We'll have to rely on him to take care of things at our counter in the future!"

Jiang Wanxia felt a lump in her throat, unable to breathe properly. Her face turned red from holding it in. In the end, she could only grit her teeth, force out a smile that looked more like a grimace, and gulp down the glass of wine.

After a few rounds of drinks, the men at the table became increasingly uninhibited.

A man with yellow teeth grinned and reached out to touch Jiang Wanxia's chest, seemingly unintentionally brushing it against her, while grumbling, "Oh dear, the bride isn't very big! Don't let my nephew go hungry after she has a baby!"

"Hahaha!" The people at the table burst into laughter.

Jiang Wanxia couldn't hold back any longer and immediately turned her back on him.

Seeing this, Wang Jianjun's face darkened, and he scolded the woman in front of everyone: "Who are you trying to impress with that deadpan face? On such a joyous occasion, people are being kind by joking with you, and you can't even take a joke?"

In the latter half of the wedding banquet, the emcee started shouting at the top of his lungs to remember the gifts.

When it was Jiang Wanqiu's turn, she asked Zhao Wenchang to hand her a beautifully packaged paper bag.

Mr. Ji opened the package and read aloud: "Comrade Jiang Wanqiu, here is a set of snow cream, a Shanghai brand watch, and two hundred yuan in cash!"

"Whoosh—"

All the guests in the room looked over.

These days, two hundred yuan is equivalent to more than half a year's salary for a regular worker! Not to mention the expensive face cream and Shanghai brand watches that are impossible to buy anywhere!

This gift is extremely important!

Jiang Wanxia was also so shocked that she opened her mouth wide and looked at Jiang Wanqiu.

Where did she get so much money?

Is this poor, stingy older sister trying to save face by emptying her family's savings, suffering for the sake of saving face?

Before she could even reach out to take them, the pile of gifts was intercepted by a hand.

With quick reflexes, the mother-in-law, Qian Xiaoxia, grabbed all the items and pulled them into her arms.

Without even glancing at Jiang Wanxia, ​​she shoved the face cream into her sister-in-law Wang Fang's hand, handed the watch to her youngest son Wang Jianhua, and then neatly stuffed the two hundred yuan into her pocket.

The movements were fluid and incredibly fast.

Jiang Wanxia got nothing.

"Mom!" she cried out in alarm, "My sister gave it to me!"

Qian Xiaoxia glared at her, her voice even louder than hers: "What are you yelling about? You're already married into our Wang family, what are you still dressing up for?! Your sister Wang Fang doesn't have a boyfriend yet, that's exactly what she needs! Your brother Wang Jianhua is looking for a job, what kind of image does he have without a watch? Since ancient times, the dowry money received should belong to the husband's family. You're a married woman, and you still want dowry money? You've gone too far!"

Jiang Wanxia was furious, but she was so angry that she couldn't say a word.

Jiang Wanqiu watched from a distance, her heart at peace.

This scene is all too familiar.

In her past life, she was treated the same way, exploited to the bone by this family, who drained her of her last drop of blood.

Since Jiang Wanxia is so eager to jump into this fire pit, then she might as well enjoy it for the rest of her life.

With a faint smile on her face, she walked up to Jiang Wanxia and said softly, "Sister, I wish you and your husband a long and happy marriage... and that you have a son soon."

Jiang Wanxia was seething with anger, but upon hearing this, she forced a smile and said, "Of course. As for you, sister, you'd better hurry up and try to make sure I can drink your full moon celebration next year."

She had heard in her past life that Zhao Wenchang was all show and no substance, and that he had a problem with his crotch!

She said this deliberately to hurt Jiang Wanqiu's feelings.

To everyone's surprise, Zhao Wenchang was not angry at all. Instead, he stretched out his long arm and pulled Jiang Wanqiu into his arms, making her press tightly against him.

The man lowered his head, his hot breath brushing against Jiang Wanqiu's ear, his voice tinged with amusement: "You don't need to worry about that. We... are already working on it."

"You!" Jiang Wanqiu's face instantly turned as red as if it were about to bleed. She pinched his waist, feeling both embarrassed and angry. "What nonsense are you spouting in front of outsiders!"

That coquettish look of hers, how could it be the slightest bit forced?

Jiang Wanxia's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the rumors about her crotch being problematic were false?

She then thought, who cares if it's true or not, I just need to have a child as soon as possible! Once I have a son to rely on, let's see if the Wang family still dares to bully me like this!

After the wedding banquet, the Wang family returned home.

Qian Xiaoxia and Wang Fang were sitting at the table, counting the gift money with smug looks on their faces.

Wang Jianhua walked over and stretched out his hand: "Mom, give me a thousand yuan."

"Okay!" Qian Xiaoxia counted out a stack of money for him without even blinking.

Wang Fang, who was standing nearby, looked on with envy and chimed in, "Mom, I also want two hundred yuan to buy a new dress."

Qian Xiaoxia's brows furrowed instantly, and she said irritably, "You're a working girl, how dare you ask for money? What about your savings? You want to buy clothes? Didn't your sister-in-law just buy you clothes? You still want money? Don't you even know how to save up for your brother's dowry when he gets married!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Fang's face immediately turned extremely ugly.

She turned her head and saw Jiang Wanxia who had just entered the room. She immediately vented her anger on her, and shouted imperiously, "What are you standing there for? Get over here and clean the house! You made a scene during the day, and the house is a complete mess!"

Looking at the faces of this family, Jiang Wanxia felt nauseous.

She snorted coldly, said nothing, turned around and walked into the new house, slamming the door shut with a "bang".

She was waiting for Wang Jianjun; they had to consummate their marriage tonight and she needed to get pregnant as soon as possible.

They waited until 2 a.m.

The door was slammed open with a loud bang, and Wang Jianjun, who was so drunk he was unconscious, staggered onto the bed and began snoring loudly.

Jiang Wanxia looked at his obese figure and greasy face, and her stomach churned.

But she still endured the nausea, gritted her teeth, and reached out to start tearing off the man's dirty clothes.