Chapter 76 The Insatiable Battalion Commander Zhao

His hot breath brushed against her face: "Feeding you once will last you three days. As for the rest, we'll talk about it when I get back."

Jiang Wanqiu was so burned by his explicit words that her body went weak and her mind went blank. She could only instinctively curse him in shame and anger: "You...you're being a pervert!"

"A hooligan?" Zhao Wenchang chuckled, his laughter full of triumph. "Well, today I'll show you what real hooliganism is."

Before she could finish speaking, he gave her no chance to speak, swallowing up all her subtle protests.

The earthen bed beneath her was burning hot on her back, and the man on top of her was like a raging fire, threatening to incinerate her completely.

Jiang Wanqiu felt like a lone boat, completely pulled into a scalding whirlpool.

That night was exceptionally long.

It wasn't until the sky outside the window began to lighten with a faint, fish-belly-like white that Jiang Wanqiu groggily lost consciousness.

Before she fell into a deep sleep, she felt the man seem to stop, pressing his sweaty forehead against hers.

His rough, hoarse voice, tinged with the huskiness of a satisfied meal, whispered in my ear: "Now you can finally sleep, right?"

Jiang Wanqiu's remaining strength was only enough for her to raise her hand and weakly push against that solid chest.

"I can't take it anymore..."

She mumbled something indistinctly, then tilted her head and drifted off into a deep sleep. Now she could truly sleep.

Jiang Wanqiu was awakened by the cold wind that came in through the door.

She opened her eyes to find the sky already bright, but the earthen bed beside her was already ice-cold, and the stove not far away had quietly gone out.

He's gone.

She moved her body and felt as if her whole body had been taken apart and put back together; she felt sore and weak, especially her waist, which felt like it was about to break.

That insatiable man...

Jiang Wanqiu's cheeks flushed. She thought with relief that it was the weekend and she didn't have to go to school. Otherwise, looking so disheveled and late, she would have made a fool of herself in front of the students.

She propped herself up with her aching arms, and the blanket slipped off her smooth shoulders, revealing patches of bruises.

Her gaze shifted, and she saw something beside the pillow.

A neatly folded piece of paper, next to which lay an astonishingly thick stack of cafeteria meal tickets.

Jiang Wanqiu picked up the note and unfolded it. On it was a man's strong and powerful handwriting, which, like the rest of him, exuded an unreasonable and domineering air.

—Wait for me to come back.

Those four simple words made Jiang Wanqiu's heart clench.

She clutched the note tightly, then picked up the stack of meal tickets and roughly counted them. It seemed he had given her most of his savings, as if he was afraid she would go hungry.

Jiang Wanqiu was in a bad mood. She stared at the words on the note for a long time before carefully climbing off the kang (a heated brick bed).

As a result, her legs went weak and she almost knelt on the ground.

This time, however, there was no man grinning mischievously as he pressed himself against her from behind and held her arm.

At the troop assembly point in the early morning, before dawn, the cold morning wind felt like knives slicing against people's faces.

Lin Mengyao didn't feel cold at all; on the contrary, she felt warm inside.

She specially changed into a brand-new military woolen overcoat, her hair was neatly combed, and she even applied some face cream for the first time ever. Holding a huge first-aid kit in her arms, she stood at the front of the line with a virtuous and proper smile on her face, looking exactly like a "virtuous wife seeing her husband off to war".

Seeing that Jiang Wanqiu, that woman, hadn't come to the front of the line, she became even more smug.

Her husband is going on a mission and she hasn't said a word. It seems that woman doesn't know any manners either.

"Wenchang," she called softly before Zhao Wenchang gave the order to leave, "It's cold and the road is long. The mission is important, but you should also take care of your health. I've prepared some medicine; take it with you, just in case."

The soldiers around him looked on with envy, thinking that Battalion Commander Zhao was truly blessed.

He has a beautiful wife at home, and a charming military doctor outside is also secretly flirting with him.

However, Zhao Wenchang merely glanced at her indifferently and said, "Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

He took the heavy first-aid kit, and before Lin Mengyao's smile could even widen, the man casually handed the kit to the guard beside him.

"Take this and distribute it among the brothers. If anyone gets a headache or fever later, they can take it themselves."

Lin Mengyao's expression froze instantly in the cold wind.

The care she had carefully prepared, meant only for him, was so easily turned into a free-for-all by him.

Zhao Wenchang didn't bother to say anything more, and turned to Wang, the clerk in charge of logistics, and instructed him: "Clerk Wang, while I'm gone for a few days, please take good care of my family compound."

He paused, his voice deepening, "She's timid, and being home alone, she shouldn't be bullied."

Lin Mengyao's lips twitched upon hearing this.

She braved the cold wind, dressed smartly, to see him off, but didn't even receive a single heartwarming word in return.

That woman named Jiang Wanqiu, without even showing her face, just sleeping soundly in bed, could make this man so worried about her before he left!

Why should I?!

Who does she think she is!

In the family compound, Jiang Wanqiu had just finished a bowl of hot corn porridge when Chen Wenwen led a woman to knock on her door.

“Jiang Meizi, take a look quickly, this is Sister Liu from the Third Battalion.”

The woman named Liu Cui looked somewhat shy, with a sallow complexion.

"Comrade Jiang," she began, "I heard from Wenwen that you...you can cure diseases?"

Jiang Wanqiu was taken aback by what she was told: "I guess... just a little bit."

If we're talking about men's health, then yes, she does know a little bit about it.

Upon hearing this, Liu Cui hurriedly added, "Then look at my legs... They get so cold and painful in winter, it's excruciating. My husband... he just hates them, saying he feels sorry for me, and he hasn't even touched me in the past few years."

As she said this, a hint of resentment crept into her voice: "But he himself is doing the same thing, having illicit affairs with other women..."

It turned out to be chronic leg pain, and her husband used this as an excuse to cheat on her.

Jiang Wanqiu sighed inwardly. Men really are all big pigs.

She helped Liu Cui sit down and said bluntly, "Sister-in-law, your leg problem is an old one. It needs to be healed slowly. I don't have the ability to cure it completely."

Upon hearing this, Liu Cui's eyes, which had just begun to gleam with hope, immediately dimmed.

Jiang Wanqiu then changed the subject: "However, I can't cure women's leg ailments, but I might have a way to control men's 'legs'."

Upon hearing this, Liu Cui was overjoyed and quickly asked, "What's your idea?"

Jiang Wanqiu told the two of them to wait, then turned and went into the inner room. She rummaged through her spatial storage for a while and took out a few items.

She first stuffed one of the items into Liu Cui's hand; it was a bottle of medicinal wine, packaged in a dark-colored bottle.

"Sister-in-law, this is a medicinal wine that I asked someone to bring from the south. It's good for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and it's very warming. Every night before you go to bed, have your husband hold some in his mouth and spray it on your legs, then massage them for you. Remember, he must massage them."

I used it on Zhao Wenchang before, and that guy almost set him on fire...

Because this wine is very warming, it can be used both internally and externally.

It might actually be somewhat helpful for treating rheumatism, but more importantly, it's a perfect excuse for couples to get intimate.

Then, she carefully took out two more items from a cloth bag.

When the tiny, palm-sized piece of black fabric, as thin as a cicada's wing, and a strangely shaped object with a switch appeared before Liu Cui's eyes, both Liu Cui and Chen Wenwen widened their eyes.