Chapter 91 The woman's unexpected softness, his Adam's apple bobbed.

"You!" Upon hearing this, Le Yunyun rolled her eyes at Gu Feiyan with utter disdain. "You poor soldier, you're so picky! It's just a pair of gloves, who cares about yours!"

Commander Yue, sitting in the front row, couldn't stand it any longer and sternly rebuked, "Yunyun! How dare you speak like that!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a pair of old-looking, worn-out army-green work gloves from his pocket and handed them over: "Use Dad's."

Le Yunyun glanced at the old gloves and pouted, "No way! They smell of sweat and are filthy!"

Chief Le snorted, "Fine, don't take it." Then, without hesitation, he stuffed it back into his pocket.

Jiang Wanqiu felt ashamed looking at the bickering couple. She then silently took out the brand-new, thick, furry gloves that Zhao Wenchang had bought for her from the shopping bag she had just bought. The wrapping paper was still on.

She tore open the packaging and handed the soft gloves to Le Yunyun.

"Comrade Le, if you don't mind, please use mine first."

Le Yunyun paused for a moment, looking at the pair of gloves in front of her that looked warm and clean, and then at Jiang Wanqiu's gentle and fair face that still looked beautiful in the dim light, before hesitantly accepting them.

As soon as she put on the gloves, a warm feeling immediately enveloped her hands, which were almost frozen.

Her tense expression softened considerably, but she still couldn't hold back her words. She glanced at Gu Feiyan, who was staring straight ahead, and said sarcastically, "Sister Wanqiu is so generous. Unlike some people, who are so stingy and don't know who they're trying to impress with their high-mindedness."

Jiang Wanqiu listened and just smiled helplessly without replying.

This girl isn't actually a bad person; she's just spoiled by her family. She has a sharp tongue, but she probably doesn't have any bad intentions. She's not as terrifying as Zhao Wenchang described.

The jeep quickly drove into the military compound and stopped in front of the family quarters.

Jiang Wanqiu got out of the car and saw that Zhao Wenchang had already picked up the several large bags that were stuffed full. She quickly reached out to take them, saying, "Let me carry some of them, they're too heavy."

Just as she reached out, her foot stepped on a thin piece of ice covered by snow, and she slipped suddenly!

"ah!"

She gasped in surprise and fell backward uncontrollably.

The next moment, a strong arm reached out from the side, firmly wrapped around her waist, and pulled her into its embrace.

It was Gu Feiyan.

He helped the slender woman in his arms to her feet and asked with concern, "Are you alright? Did you get hurt?"

Jiang Wanqiu was still in shock, her heart pounding. She quickly stood up straight, put some distance between them, and said with a blush, "Thank you, Comrade Gu. I'm fine."

"It's good that you're alright." Gu Feiyan let go of her hand, her face still showing the same indifferent expression.

"Oh."

A mocking laugh came from the side.

Zhao Wenchang walked over, even managing to free one hand to pull the woman to his side as if protecting her.

"What's wrong, Officer Gu?" Zhao Wenchang's narrow eyes narrowed dangerously. "Aren't you going to serve your superior and young lady anymore? What are you doing wandering around here?"

Gu Feiyan glanced at Le Yunyun, who had already been helped out of the car by Chief Le, and a faint smile appeared on her face: "Le Yunyun is being taken care of by Chief Le. My task was to receive her. Now that she has been safely returned to the military region, my task is complete."

Although Jiang Wanqiu didn't understand why the atmosphere between the two of them had suddenly become so awkwardly tense, she instinctively tugged at Zhao Wenchang's arm and hurriedly said goodbye to Gu Feiyan: "Comrade Gu, thank you for your help today. We'll head back now."

Gu Feiyan smiled gently at the woman and said goodbye.

The house was heated to a high temperature, and once you stepped inside, it felt like you were in a completely different world from the outside.

Jiang Wanqiu took off her hat, mask, and earmuffs, and then laboriously pulled off her heavy cotton-padded coat. She let out a long breath of hot air, feeling as if she had finally come back to life.

Zhao Wenchang followed behind, hanging up Jiang Wanqiu's clothes one by one and sorting out the things he had bought. When he finished and turned around, he saw that the little woman had taken off her shoes at some point, climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed), and curled up into a small ball, fast asleep.

Indeed, I was dragged out of bed at four or five in the morning and kept up with him all day, which was exhausting.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, with her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyes, Zhao Wenchang's gaze softened involuntarily, and he shook his head with a mixture of helplessness and amusement.

Jiang Wanqiu was awakened by a strong, sour aroma.

She groggily opened her eyes and found that it was already completely dark, but the lights were on in the house. The sour and spicy aroma was coming from the kitchen.

She climbed off the kang (a heated brick bed), slipped on her shoes, and walked to the kitchen door. To her surprise, she saw Zhao Wenchang wearing an apron, ladling something into a large basin. The basin contained milky white soup, with red chili peppers and bright green scallions floating on top, and large pieces of fish meat were faintly visible.

"Pickled cabbage fish?" Jiang Wanqiu's eyes lit up immediately. She hadn't expected that this big, burly man could cook such delicate southern dishes.

Zhao Wenchang brought out a basin and placed it on the kang table. Seeing her looking like a hungry cat, he couldn't help but tease her, "Awake? I thought you were full from the restaurant during the day and weren't hungry anymore."

Jiang Wanqiu ignored the other person, picked up her chopsticks, and put a piece of tender fish into her mouth. It was so hot that she gasped for breath, but she couldn't bear to spit it out. The fish was smooth and tender, the pickled cabbage was appetizing, and it had just the right amount of spiciness. It was so delicious that she almost swallowed her tongue.

Zhao Wenchang watched as she ate until her cheeks were bulging, like a little hamster, and his smile deepened: "Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you. I really don't know how your little belly can hold so much food."

Jiang Wanqiu rolled her eyes at him and decided to ignore this glib-tongued man. Experience told her that arguing with him would only lead to her losing in the end, so it was better to just eat more fish.

After washing up and getting ready for bed, Jiang Wanqiu took out her newly bought quilted pajamas from her bag. The red fabric was printed with tiny white flowers, a very fashionable style for the time.

But after she put it on, she felt something was off.

With the shirt buttoned up, a shallow mark was left on her stomach, making her look very tight.

She looked down in surprise. She had clearly bought her usual size, so how could it be too small?

Could it be... that I really have gained weight?

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanqiu lifted the hem of her pajamas, stretched out two fingers, and pinched the soft flesh on her stomach. It seemed... a little bit more than before.

When Zhao Wenchang pushed open the door, this was the scene he saw: a petite woman stood by the kang (a heated brick bed), her charming face furrowed in worry as she lifted her clothes, staring at her chubby belly. Under the lamplight, her skin was dazzlingly white, and the curve she had sculpted herself was indescribably alluring.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he walked over, saying nonchalantly, "What's there to worry about?"

Jiang Wanqiu complained with a bitter face, "I think I've gained weight; all my new clothes are too tight."

Zhao Wenchang glanced down and waved his hand, "Being a little chubby is good. Being chubby means good fortune, and it feels nice to touch."

"Hmph, the fat isn't growing on your belly, of course you're not worried!" Jiang Wanqiu pouted.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenchang became even more interested. He imitated her earlier actions, stretching out his large hand and directly covering that warm, soft area, even mischievously giving it a squeeze.

"Hmm..."

The texture under his hands was incredibly soft, smooth and warm, a thousand times better than he had imagined.

"What are you doing!" Jiang Wanqiu was both embarrassed and annoyed. Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she struggled to push his hand away. "Don't pinch me!"

Zhao Wenchang's actions made Jiang Wanqiu feel that the man was mocking her.

The more she struggled, the more violently her supple waist twisted.

This appearance, instead of making him let go, made her look like a cat with its fur standing on end, instantly arousing the man's wicked desire to tease her even more.

He pulled her into his arms, his deep laughter ringing in her ear: "Let me see how much weight you've gained."