Chapter 25 Husband, say something!

Song Zhan's words made the women lower their heads and dare not say another word.

Seeing this, several men quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"Battalion Commander, please don't hold it against my wife."

"Yes, my wife is an illiterate woman, what does she know?"

Song Zhan kept a long face and didn't say a word.

The men were terrified. Was the battalion commander really angry?

They had followed Song Zhan for a long time and knew he was a cold-faced devil.

Although he is usually serious and doesn't smile much, he doesn't hold grudges against anyone.

But this time, things seem a little different.

The oppressive atmosphere made it almost impossible for everyone to breathe.

"Sister-in-law, don't take my wife's words to heart, she's just talking nonsense."

Seeing that Song Zhan remained unmoved, some people turned to Shen Wanjun instead.

My sister-in-law seems very kind; she probably won't hold a grudge.

The women noticed that their husbands were very humble in front of Shen Wanjun.

I felt really bad. When have these grown men ever spoken to them so softly at home?

Why do they seem like completely different people when it comes to Shen Wanjun?

A thought popped into Wang's mind: A vixen! Shen Wanjun is a vixen!

If Shen Wanjun knew that in their hearts she was a vixen, she would probably laugh out loud.

Not just anyone can be a vixen; first and foremost, you need to be beautiful.

"精啊" means shrewd or clever; it's a compliment that she's both smart and beautiful.

“My husband is right, you should mind your own business.”

Don't whine and complain in front of her, or she won't be so easy to talk to next time.

Yes, yes, yes.

"Definitely, definitely."

"My sister-in-law is right."

The men treated Shen Wanjun with utmost respect, but turned around and glared at their wives, giving them no kind look.

The women dared not speak out of turn, and the ward became quiet.

All that could be heard was Shen Wanjun saying softly, "Honey, let's go back in a bit. It's better to stay in the family compound than here."

"I'll try to buy you a wheelchair, and then I'll stay home and take care of you. What do you think?"

Shen Wanjun continued talking to herself, completely unaware of Song Zhan's changing expression.

Why...why is she calling me that so intimately?

The original owner treated Song Zhan as someone to be summoned and dismissed at will, with no real feelings involved, just a facade.

She's already being lenient by not calling Song Zhan "mud-legged fellow," let alone expecting her to call him "husband"—she's dreaming.

The women were quite surprised, as it was the first time they had ever seen someone address their husbands in such a way in public.

So shameless.

Listen to that tone of voice, it's so sweet it's sickening.

Look at that pose, those eyes are so alluring, who's she trying to seduce?

The men were very envious, thinking that the battalion commander was so lucky to have married such a beautiful wife.

Unlike my own husband, who can eat and sleep well and has a booming voice.

Asking them to be gentle is harder than climbing to heaven.

Shen Wanjun spoke for a long time, but Song Zhan didn't respond at all, and his face was inexplicably red.

She grew anxious: "Honey, say something!"

Under the death stares of everyone, Song Zhan hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say."

The women and men alike thought to themselves with disdain: Battalion Commander Song, it turns out he's a henpecked husband.

Song Zhan whispered a reminder to Shen Wanjun: "Don't call me 'husband' next time."

He couldn't stand it; the sound made his whole body tingle and his arms broke out in goosebumps.

Shen Wanjun asked with a gentle voice and a smile, "You are my husband, what else should I call you if not husband?"

"Darling? Baby? Zhanzhan?"

Song Zhan frowned deeply and stammered, "Call me... call me Old Song, Old Song is fine."

Shen Wanjun blinked and shook her head firmly.

"No way, Lao Song sounds too old. You're still so young and handsome."

"You don't care, but I do."

She didn't want people to mention her and say she was Old Song's wife.

If you didn't know better, you'd think she was in her forties or fifties.

"Alright, alright, whatever you say." Song Zhan had no choice but to end the conversation as soon as possible.

A man who could defuse bombs with his bare hands was worn down by Shen Wanjun until he lost his temper.

Shen Wanjun was incredibly efficient; when Zhang Kuan brought her lunch, she had him carry her back to the family compound.

Along the way, they naturally became the subject of much gossip.

"Is that Battalion Commander Song's wife?"

"That should be true. I heard he married a pampered young lady."

"Didn't I hear they were getting a divorce? What's she doing here?"

"What else could he be doing? He's obviously here to complete some paperwork. He was disliked even when he was perfectly fine before, and now that his leg is crippled, he'll be even more disliked by her."

Zhang Kuan couldn't help but stand up for Shen Wanjun, saying, "If you don't know the inside story, don't talk nonsense."

Shen Wanjun stopped and turned to stare at the women who were talking about her.

Her voice was soft yet threatening: "Ladies, should I call the political commissar over? You can give her a good talking to."

Upon hearing the name "political commissar," everyone scattered in a flurry.

They made wild guesses without any evidence.

If this gets brought up to the political commissar, getting a scolding would be the least of your worries; if it affects your husband, then it would be a huge loss.

If they're not allowed to talk about it, they'll just talk about it in secret.

Next time I definitely won't let that spoiled young lady hear it.

Song Zhan's eyes darkened; her personality seemed to have changed somewhat.

In the past, when she was wronged, she would either go to Shen Kun or hide away and cry secretly.

Now, she can actually deal with it calmly.

"What are you looking at? Aren't you amazing, your wife?"

Shen Wanjun looked smug as she carefully wrapped Song Zhan's clothes around his neck.

Zhang Kuan walked quickly, placed the person on a chair, and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Battalion Commander, Sister-in-law, I have some personal business to attend to today."

He already felt bad for arriving late at noon, and now he has to leave early.

Zhang Kuan's young face was wrinkled and looked old.

"Go ahead and get busy," Song Zhan said.

After Zhang Kuan left, Shen Wanjun put down her suitcase and carefully looked around their home.

The house that Song Zhan was assigned was a detached house with a large yard and high outer walls, which looked very safe.

The house isn't big; it's a standard three-bedroom house with a bathroom and a kitchen.

The toilet has a flush system, which is much better than the dry toilets outside.

Shen Wanjun took off her coat, rolled up her sleeves, and put on a mask.

They brought over buckets of water, grabbed rags, and began cleaning diligently.

Two hours later, the room was completely transformed, so clean that it reflected one's image.

Shen Wanjun rubbed her lower back and plopped down on the sofa. "Honey, aren't I amazing?"

Song Zhan's face darkened, and he said, "You're pregnant, didn't you know?"

"Running around so much, climbing up and down, what if something happens to the child?"

"Can't I stay in a room if it's not cleaned? Even if it needs cleaning, can't we ask Xiao Zhang to clean it tomorrow?"

"Do you really have to show off? I've never seen you wash the dishes before, why are you suddenly so diligent? What's going on?"

Exhausted, Shen Wanjun immediately threw down the broom.

She was all high and mighty, ready to have a big fight with him. Men shouldn't be spoiled.

If you treat him a little nicely, he'll take advantage of you.

Suddenly, Song Zhan said again, "Did I marry you so you could be my maid?"

"Although I, Song Zhan, am not particularly capable, you will live the same kind of life as before after you marry me."