Chapter 44 So good, waiting for him to come back

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanqiu said sullenly, "I had a grudge against that person back in the city, I never expected him to be assigned here." She paused, then added, "It's nothing serious, don't take it to heart."

When women can't win an argument, they run to the men to stand up for them. Jiang Wanqiu didn't think she was that pathetic.

Zhao Wenchang didn't speak, but just sighed softly.

He raised his other hand and ruffled her hair haphazardly, like petting a kitten or puppy.

Jiang Wanqiu's hair was all messed up by his rubbing, and she was immediately annoyed. She lifted her face from his arms and glared at him: "What are you doing? I'm not a child."

Her almond-shaped eyes were still slightly misty from fright and anger, giving her a charmingly naive and angry look.

Zhao Wenchang's Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, but his hands didn't stop. Instead, he rubbed her hair even more vigorously.

Only when he felt the woman in his arms resisting fiercely did he stop with a snicker and then gently coax the embarrassed and angry woman.

When it was time for dinner, the family sat around the table.

Father-in-law Zhao Shan, mindful that his daughter-in-law had been tired and frightened during the day, specially took out the frozen mutton from the jar and stewed a large pot of steaming mutton and radish soup to warm her up and nourish her body.

The mutton was stewed until tender and had a wonderful aroma. Zhao Ping'an buried his head in his food, his mouth full of oil.

But as soon as the incredibly fragrant, meaty smell that others found irresistible entered Jiang Wanqiu's nose, her stomach clenched violently, and a surge of acid reflux rose uncontrollably.

"vomit……"

She quickly covered her mouth, turned her head and began to gag, her face turning red and tears welling up in her eyes.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Xiaohua exclaimed "Ouch!" and quickly put down her chopsticks, leaning over to pat her back anxiously: "Wanqiu, what happened? Did you eat something bad?"

Jiang Wanqiu waved her hand, and it took her a while to catch her breath. Her face was as white as paper: "It's nothing. I was probably scared during the day and haven't recovered yet."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaohua exclaimed, "This is outrageous!"

His tone was full of concern: "That won't do. I'll go with you to the clinic tomorrow and have the doctor take a look and prescribe some calming medicine. If that doesn't work, I'll find someone to call your soul back to its source."

At night, Zhao Wenchang returned from outside, carrying a chill with him.

In the afternoon, he mainly went to the brigade headquarters to deal with the body from earlier that day.

Jiang Wanqiu was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), not yet asleep. Hearing the noise, she sat up and asked softly, "How's the investigation going with the body from earlier today?"

Zhao Wenchang took off his coat, warmed his hands by the stove, and then sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). He said in a deep voice, "We've had people from several nearby villages come to identify us, but none of them are family. Some of the educated youth recognized us, saying they looked a bit like other educated youth we'd met before. But I went to the cadre in charge of registering the educated youth and asked around, and it turns out that all the educated youth who came this time are here."

Jiang Wanqiu thought for a moment and blurted out, "Could it be... a spy killed someone and took over their identity?"

Zhao Wenchang looked up at her, a hint of approval flashing in his dark eyes: "Yes, I think the same way you do."

The two chatted for a few more minutes, then the man turned off the light to rest, since he had to go to work at 3 a.m. the next morning.

Jiang Wanqiu tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She couldn't tell if she felt cold or hot, but she felt uncomfortable all over.

Zhao Wenchang noticed her swaying and stretched out his long arm to pull her into his arms, warming her with his own body heat.

He pressed her head against his chest, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice deep and domineering: "Don't go out these next few days unless you have to, so you don't run into any more fools."

No sooner had she finished speaking than an untimely "gurgling" sound came from Jiang Wanqiu's stomach.

It was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

Zhao Wenchang chuckled softly, his chest heaving: "What, haven't you eaten?"

Jiang Wanqiu's face flushed red instantly, but luckily it was dark in the room and he couldn't see it.

She buried her face deeper into his chest and replied in a muffled voice, "I don't have much of an appetite tonight."

"Oh—" the man drawled, his mockery unmistakable, "It seems your body has taken my words to heart."

Jiang Wanqiu was confused by him and looked up to ask, "What did you say?"

Zhao Wenchang grinned wickedly, one hand slipping restlessly under her clothes and touching her warm skin, his voice becoming a little hoarse: "I said I would satisfy you."

He paused deliberately, his fingers circling lightly around her waist, sending a shiver down her spine.

"If you don't want to eat food cooked by others, then wait for me to feed you."

"You...you're being indecent!" Jiang Wanqiu was both embarrassed and angry. She was about to push him away when he grabbed her chin.

That large hand, with a force that left her no room to dodge, then landed a burning kiss, forcefully prying open her lips and teeth, conquering her territory.

That night, Jiang Wanqiu felt more sensitive than ever before. Every touch from the man felt like a fire, making her weak all over.

In the end, she broke down in tears, her soft sobs sounding like she was being coquettish.

Afterwards, Zhao Wenchang held the woman, who had gone limp, and with great interest wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, teasing her in a low voice: "What, are you so happy after you've eaten your fill?"

Jiang Wanqiu was so embarrassed that she felt like she was on fire, and wished she could disappear into the ground.

She then fell into a deep sleep, unaware of when the man left.

The next day, Zhao Xiaohua led her to the village clinic.

The clinic had a strong smell of herbs.

Dr. Wang pushed up his reading glasses, asked her to extend her hand, placed three fingers on her wrist, and took her pulse for a long time with his eyes closed.

After a while, he opened his eyes, picked up a pen and quickly wrote a prescription on a piece of paper, then handed it to Jiang Wanqiu: "I'll get you three boxes of pregnancy-preserving pills first, three times a day, after meals. If that doesn't work, bring the prescription back to get the medicine."

"Pregnancy-preserving pills?" Jiang Wanqiu stared at the medicine box, stunned. "Dr. Wang, are you sure you're not mistaken? I... I'm not pregnant."

Dr. Wang was also stunned. He adjusted his glasses and looked puzzled: "How could that be? Let me take another look at you."

He took Jiang Wanqiu's wrist again and examined it carefully, his brows furrowing more and more.

"This pulse... it's as smooth as a rolling bead, definitely a pregnancy pulse." He muttered to himself, then looked up at Jiang Wanqiu and tentatively asked, "You... you're married, aren't you?"

Jiang Wanqiu's cheeks flushed slightly, and she shook her head: "Not yet."

Dr. Wang suddenly realized the truth, but then felt somewhat perplexed.

Premarital pregnancy is a big deal here.

He thought about it for a moment, not daring to make a definitive statement, and crossed out the prescription he had just written, replacing it with a calming pill.

“Well… you might have been frightened, and your pulse is a bit erratic.” He handed over the new prescription and instructed, “But you should also be careful, don’t lift heavy objects, and don’t catch a cold. This matter… is hard to say.”