Chapter 92 Your Battalion Commander Zhao's way of showing affection is truly extraordinary.

Before Jiang Wanqiu could say anything more, she felt a tightness around her waist, and suddenly the world spun around her, and her feet were lifted off the ground!

"ah!"

She gasped in fright and instinctively stretched out her arms to tightly wrap around Zhao Wenchang's neck, afraid that she would fall.

Zhao Wenchang easily lifted her up in his arms, his strong arm muscles taut.

He even deliberately bounced her up and down, feeling the soft weight in his arms, and a deep laugh vibrated from his chest, reaching her ears.

"Isn't it quite light? Where is it fat?" He looked down at the little face in his arms, which looked even more charming because of the fright, and his eyes were full of mischievous smiles. "Eat without worry. Even if you eat another two hundred pounds, I can still carry you."

This man!

Jiang Wanqiu grabbed his collar with one hand, feeling both angry and amused.

Moreover, his sudden jolting made my already full stomach churn violently, causing me to feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Put me down right now!" She punched him lightly, swallowed hard to suppress the discomfort, "It's making me... I'm dizzy, I feel like throwing up..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenchang stopped joking and quickly and gently placed her on the warm kang (heated brick bed).

Jiang Wanqiu had just breathed a sigh of relief and hadn't even settled down when she felt a weight fall on her side as a tall man's body pressed against her.

He braced himself against her with one hand, trapping her between himself and the wall. His long, narrow eyes shone brightly under the light as he stared intently at her.

"Where does it hurt?" he asked, his warm, large hand once again restlessly landing on her tight nightgown, pinching the soft flesh of her waist through the thin quilted fabric.

This time the pressure was a bit stronger than before, and Jiang Wanqiu hissed, wincing in pain as she slapped his hand away: "What are you doing! You're hurting me!"

Her complaints, delivered in a soft, Wu dialect accent, sounded to the man like a cat whining.

Looking at the small patch of skin on her skin that he had pinched red, Zhao Wenchang not only did not stop, but instead let out a muffled laugh.

He stopped teasing her, grabbed the back of her head with his other hand, and pulled her sharply towards him, his hot lips pressing down on hers without warning.

"Hmm..."

He swallowed all the remaining protests.

The lights in the room had quietly gone out sometime ago.

Outside, not far from Jiang Wanqiu's house, He Xiaoman, carrying a basin of foot-washing water, opened the door and was about to splash it out.

In the quiet night, only a woman's suppressed gasp could be faintly heard coming from inside Jiang Wanqiu's room, followed by a soft laugh, then a rustling sound, before falling silent again.

He Xiaoman paused, glanced at the closed door, curled her lip, and snorted disdainfully through her nose.

vixen!

She cursed inwardly, picked up the basin, and quickly walked a few steps to splash the water out. The cold night wind blew against her face, but it only fueled the nameless anger that had inexplicably welled up inside her.

Back in her own house, her husband, Zhou Jianjun, had already taken off his clothes and was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), his back to her, as if he were asleep.

After washing up, He Xiaoman lay back down. The heated kang bed beneath her was warm, but her heart just couldn't feel warm.

She's also a new bride, but compared to Jiang Wanqiu, she's worlds apart.

Every time I did things with Zhou Jianjun, he treated it like a chore, all business and official. He'd turn off the lights, leaving the room pitch black, and it'd be over in a few minutes, without a single comforting word. It was a completely different experience from what the married women in the factory described.

Thinking of the seductive moan she had just heard, He Xiaoman felt a tickle in her heart and tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

She wondered if... she hadn't used the right method?

She struggled internally for a long time, but finally couldn't help herself and reached out to push the man next to her: "Jianjun, Jianjun?"

Zhou Jianjun gave an impatient "hmm".

Being a woman, she was a bit shy, and when the words were on the tip of her tongue, He Xiaoman became somewhat hesitant: "Um... tonight... how about it?"

Zhou Jianjun moved away irritably, his back to her, his voice full of exhaustion: "I've been so busy at the troupe these past few days, I'm tired. Let's talk about it in a few days."

After saying that, there was no further movement.

In the darkness, He Xiaoman lay back down dejectedly, staring at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep.

The next day, Jiang Wanqiu got up very early, which was unusual for her.

Although I was exhausted by that man last night, I slept on the kang (a heated brick bed) all afternoon and have plenty of energy.

She planned to go to the public water room early to get some hot water to wash up, so that it wouldn't be too crowded later.

Several military wives were already in the washroom, brushing their teeth and washing their faces while chatting. The steam rising from the hot water pipes mixed with the scent of soap, creating a sense of inexplicable peace.

"Hey, Xiao Jiang's here!" A familiar older sister-in-law greeted her with a smile.

Jiang Wanqiu responded and had just placed the thermos under the tap when she felt a light tap on the back of her neck.

She was startled and turned around abruptly, only to be met with the teasing smiles of several military wives.

"Sister-in-law, what are you doing?" She subconsciously raised her hand to press the back of her neck.

"Tsk tsk, Little Jiang," the woman Li, who had pointed at her, winked and pointed at her neck, "Your Battalion Commander Zhao certainly has a unique way of showing affection!"

The other women nearby laughed along, "That's right! It's freezing cold, yet you're still quite irritable!"

Jiang Wanqiu was taken aback. She rubbed her fingertips together and touched a spot on her skin, which seemed to sting slightly.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her pretty face flushed red to the roots of her ears.

That bastard! Last night, in the dark, I tried to stop him from leaving any marks on me, but he still bit me again where I couldn't see!

She was so embarrassed and ashamed that she wished she could disappear into the ground. She could only blush, cover her neck, and awkwardly smile at everyone.

"Alright, alright, stop teasing Xiao Jiang, you're making her so embarrassed."

He Xiaoman walked in carrying a basin and happened to see this scene.

She glanced sideways at Jiang Wanqiu, who was surrounded by the crowd and whose face was flushed, let out a cold snort, and muttered a sarcastic remark:

"Hmph, shameless. She's so proud of her little affair with the man in her family, as if she's afraid no one will know."

Jiang Wanqiu had no choice but to put on the new scarf that Zhao Wenchang had bought for her when she went out.

Fortunately, the weather had turned completely cold by then, with snow and ice everywhere, so even if she wore a scarf all day long, no one would find it strange.

When Jiang Wanqiu arrived at the school, she found a new face in the office. It was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties. His skin was particularly noticeable among the generally rough and dark-skinned people of Northeast China, and he was as fair-skinned as if he came from the city.

"Sister Wang, who is this?" she whispered to Teacher Wang next to her.

Sister Wang leaned closer and lowered her voice: "He's new, taking over Sun Xiaomei's shift. I heard he's the son of some high-ranking official, sent here for training." She paused, then added, "But you should be careful, he has a strange temper and doesn't like to talk to people, so don't mess with him."

Jiang Wanqiu nodded, paused, and then asked, "What about Sun Xiaomei? Where did she go?"